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Yandere! Tengen Uzui x fem! reader, ft. all three wives
Tw: mentions of non-con, kidnapping, honestly this whole thing reads like one giant weird orgy, voyeurism, forced voyeurism, public sex, I don’t feel like I really captured his character but oh well, mentions of anal (f recieving), toys, all four of them are yandere bc I don't believe in splitting them up, sex dolls, mentions of cum eating, don't use lotion gifted to you by the Uzuis, fem reader, MDNI
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WC: 14K
HABITS:
Uzui’s sex life is extremely active, even before you step into his heart. Having three wives, he’s no stranger to the sweaty, writhing mess of sex, finding himself tangled with all three women on a nearly nightly basis. He’s just a passionate man, and finds that sex is a good medium to express his desire and love for his wives. And even on the nights when he’s too exhausted to join in on the fun, he’s more than happy to watch Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio go at it in front of him, palming at his cock over his pants and watching like a hawk as they kiss and touch one another, moans ringing through the air and the musky scent of sex filling the room.
And once you walk into his life, this trait not only stays but grows stronger. He becomes so consumed by the thought of having you naked and moaning in his arms that it gets him salivating, gulping and feeling his knees go weak like some pathetic little schoolboy.
He’s constantly plagued by thoughts involving you, and a good portion of them involve you in rather lewd, provocative positions – he’ll be imagining what your tits look like as he idly gropes at Makio’s, biting his lip as he thinks of what color your nipples must be, how small or large, what shape your breasts are, how they fall or sit against your sternum, how sensitive they are and whether a few sucks and pinches is enough to get you bucking your hips and moaning.
(And all the while, Makio’s imagining the same thing – she’s picturing kissing you, pressing her naked chest against yours, hard nipples brushing against yours and making her whine, her hands coming down to force Tengen to squeeze harder, more insistently, more like how she fantasizes you would.)
He’ll be chatting with you, his stare much too intense and standing too close to your body, all the while daydreaming about how your voice changes when you’re in the throes of pleasure – does it get higher? Whinier, gaspier, every thrust of his hips drawing out a new moan that he wants to be loud enough to be heard by absolutely everyone in the near vicinity? Or perhaps you get lower, sounds starting deep in your chest and sounding serene as they fall from you, sounds that make him only tongue at you deeper, snap his hips against you faster, just trying even harder.
It’s not long before he begins craving you sexually, and so it’s also not long before he begins acting on those urges, humoring his rather explicit and depraved fantasies of you.
And so, when Tengen feels that same familiar, impossible-to-ignore aching when he sees you, his pants growing tight and his face feeling hot because fuck you’re so damn sexy it’s almost infuriating, he knows exactly what to do to quell it.
That is, fucking you is what his body is really craving, but his three lovely wives are more than capable of satisfying him, more than willing to indulge in the fantasy and let hands wander their skin all the with the idea of you in mind. And more often than not they’re suffering the same sort of sexual frustration, fingers twitching and biting lips because god, they want you so badly it’s almost painful.
And so, one of two things will happen.
The first – and more common – option is to simply fuck each other. All four are peeling off clothing, hands eagerly squeezing and fondling, mouths insistent and leaving each inch of skin wet with spit. It’s messy and loud and so very hot – sweat’s dripping from foreheads and gathering at temples, tongues eagerly lapping it up and moans filling the air. It’s truly carnal – a writhing mass of bodies, cum, and slick.
And while they’re touching each other, more often than not each is fantasizing about you – imagining the pretty pair of tits they’re sucking at and squeezing are yours. Imagining it’s your lips they’re kissing, your tongue they’re sucking on, your teeth they’re running their tongue against. Imagining it’s your ass they’re grinding against, your cheeks they’re groping, your asshole they’re thumbing at and cheekily kissing. They’re imagining it’s your pussy they’re spitting onto, your pretty folds they’re rubbing against your own, your hole that’s stretching so wonderfully to take a finger, two, four, a cock, anything and everything they give it.
You’re at the forefront of their fantasies, and they’re moaning your name allowed, each deeply engrossed in their own fantasy world of how you’re touching them, how they’re touching you, and how they’re making you absolutely dumb with pleasure.
That’s the more common option, yes, but it’s rather limiting – it feels best when all four are present, emotions feeling more intense because here they are fantasizing about you, their missing fifth person, and it feels wrong enough with one person not there. And so, when Tengen’s away on a mission or a wife or two is away in town or visiting friends, the others must compensate, their arousal insistent and needy and frantic to hump at something in replacement for you.
And so, the second common way for them to deal with their horniness before stealing you away is to take a turn with the rather pathetic stand-in they use for you. Tengen’s income is ample enough to finance the most recent development in large-scale sex toys – that is, the rather morbid life-sized doll they’d purchased surely isn’t an exact replica of you, but it gets the job done.
It’s a soft coating with padding inside that makes the doll decently malleable, not soft and squishy as they’re sure you are, but enough to have a decent amount of give when the fake tits are squeezed or the ass is slapped. It’s not complete – just a torso and a faceless head, with holes on the mouth and between the legs. It’s crude, vulgar, even, but on nights when they want a little individual, private fantasy session, it’s a better alternative. The doll sits in a particular closet, and is available on a first-come, first-serve basis.
And so, when Tengen arrives home one night after a particularly tiring mission, he’s quick to survey the Estate’s occupants. Hinatsuru had sent him a letter earlier in the day explaining that the three of them were taking a small journey to a neighboring village to gather some new herbs and supplies, and that they’d likely need to spend the night and return in the morning.
Tengen had of course been dismayed, but he’d stopped by your apartment on the return home and had caught a glimpse of you exiting your steaming bathtub perched outside your window, and had been absolutely insatiable since. The mental imagery of water droplets sliding down the curves of your figure had made him lick his lips so many times they were beginning to feel cracked, his uniform pants so tight that he audibly sighed in relief once he stepped out of them.
With no one else in the house, he’d briefly washed up, the cold water against his face waking him up, then wandered to the small, nondescript closet in the center of the Estate. Carrying the doll back to the large bathroom, Tengen shivers in anticipation. The metal image of you naked and wet is too much to forget, and so as he turns on the steaming water and let the bathtub fill, he slipped off the rest of his uniform.
Running a hand through his now tousled hair, Tengen grins, a thumb reaching out to cup at the doll’s – your – chin. My pretty girl, he coos, leaning in to press a kiss against the open lips, tongue coming out to lick and toy with the interior of the mouth hole, his eyes squeezing closed as he kisses harder, deeper, more fervently. He’s groaning all the while, a hand coming to lay at the doll’s waist, fingers pressing harshly against the material and feeling the way it divots under him, mind racing at how soft and squishy you’d be – surely much more than this stupid doll.
It’s not long before the tub is adequately full, and he stops the water flow. Settling into the warm water, he’s quick to grab the doll, laying it so that the back is pressed against his bare chest. He spends a long while simply talking to it – calling it your name, pressing wet, hot kisses against the neck, letting his hands come up to splay against the stomach, then creep a little higher to cup at the breasts. They’re not like yours – not the correct size or shape, but it’s a close enough substitute. And as his cock presses harder and harder against the doll’s ass, Tengen can no longer ignore the insistent throbbing.
He’ll chuckle against the neck, pressing one last hot kiss against the area and moving to take the ear between his teeth.
Bend over for me, he’ll groan, suddenly moving the doll so that its front is pressed against the lip of the tub, ass sticking out and the hole between its legs accessible. Tengen licks his lips, settled on his knees so that his groin perfectly aligns with the doll’s rear.
So pretty, he’ll murmur, running a thumb down the doll’s spine, imagining the way you’d get shy and bashful and tell him to not say such embarrassing things! He’s quick to lean over the doll, close enough to feel the ass flush with his cock, his nipples brushing against the doll’s arched back.
Tell me you want me. One hand comes down to knead and grope at the doll’s ass cheek, grabbing as much of the material as he can, closing his eyes and once again imagining how you’d be so much better. He imagines the way you’d respond, how you’d breath out his name, telling him that you need him, and that’s enough to send his hand to grab at his base, smacking himself lightly against the doll, smirking against the material as he imagines the way you’d squirm at his teasing.
Take it, baby, take me. And with that he’s pushing inside, hissing slightly at the squeeze, bicep flexing as he holds himself steady against the rim of the tub. The doll feels nice, but he’s sure you’d be much tighter, much wetter, sucking him in and offering so much resistance each and every time he pulls back. With a low groan and brings his hips back, precum smearing along the insides of the hole, but Tengen can only shakily sigh.
He starts a moderate pace, his thrusts as deep as he can make them, hips rolling and subconsciously aiming to the spot he knows you’d like. He’s talking constantly – praising the you of his fantasies, groaning out your name, breathily muttering small yes’s under his breath. The sloshing sound of the cooling tub water is background to the way his breathing gets slightly heavier, his cheeks getting more flushed, his muscles visibly flexing and tensing as his thrusts slowly get more instant, his hips picking up the pace.
Fuck, so good he’s groaning, a free hand coming down to smack at the ass of the doll, hand lingering to once again grope. His eyes are still tightly closed, trying to immerse himself in the fantasy of you – imagining your sounds as he fucks you dumb, the visual of your back arched before him, the sight of your ass bouncing and jiggling with the force of his hips. You’re just too damn sexy – his orgasm’s approaching much too fast, balls sporadically clenching and tightening, his breathing starting to get unsteady as the pleasure begins to mount.
A hand comes down to vigorously rub at where the doll’s clit would be, tight, fast circles pressed against he material as he buries his face against the doll’s shoulder, his voice tight as he groans out come f’me please god – I’m coming, ngh take it take it take it –
He lets out a low, deep groan as ropes of cum spurt from his tip, filling the doll, his shallow thrusts making a lewd, wet squelching noise. He’s still breathing heavily as he rides out the last bits of his high, sweat dripping from his brow and now cold water lapping at his thighs. He leans back, thumbs pressing against the doll’s back, eyes fixated on the sight of his cock buried inside of it, bits of cum having leaked out and leaving a white ring against the base of his cock.
He smiles, licking his lips, and reaches down to give his balls a good, gentle squeeze, hissing and curling his toes but determined to give this doll every last drop – after all, if it’s supposed to be you, he wants it to be as realistic as possible, to give you everything he has to offer. He’ll stay like that for a while, simply catching his breath and letting himself daydream about the aftercare with you; having you wrapped in his arms, the rest of his wives piled into the large bed with you, all tangled together and sleeping soundly, nude bodies pressed up against one another. The thought brings a smile to his face, and as he slowly pulls out, globs of cum dripping into the water below, he can only sigh.
It’s a quick job to clean up, washing out the interior of the doll and his own body, every trace of blood, sweat, and dirt from his mission going down the drain. The doll gets put back into the closet and he retreats to his bed, situating one of his wives’ pillows as a stand-in for your body, clutching it tightly against his chest and allowing himself to drift off into sleep.
And, when Suma returns the next day and finds herself feeling a bit antsy after having passed an intimates shop on the journey home, she’s quick to snag the doll, retreating to a private room to strip and perch herself on the doll’s face.
FAVORITE BODY PARTS:
Your ass
Tengen finds every part of your body absolutely enticing. He finds you to be physical perfection, loving your every curve, blemish, roll, anything and everything in between. He likes all of you, but he has a soft spot for your ass.
There’s just something about it that drives him absolutely wild. He’s not picky about the way it looks, either – curvy, flat, squishy, firm, it doesn’t matter. His hands naturally gravitate towards it, absent-mindedly reaching down and simply settling there, letting his fingers idly press against the doughy fat and listen to the way you gasp. And frankly, it’s not even purposeful most of the time – it’s completely a habit, something he does without even thinking, something that his body truly just wants to do.
When he’s got you splayed over him, he’ll position you so that you’re laying on his chest, one leg propped up and over his, a hand securely sitting on the curve of your ass, absent-mindedly rubbing circles with his thumb.
And during sex it’s certainly no different – he’s a big fan of perching you over his face while you suck and lick at his cock, each of his hands finding home on your ass cheeks, kneading the fat and spreading them apart to allow him better access. He likes positions where your ass is visible and within touching distance, finding that he especially loves doggy and sitting you on his lap. He loves to watch the way the fat jiggles and ricochets as he fucks you, his thrusts getting faster and getting encouraged by the sight, loving the way the fat ripples and shakes, his mouth literally watering at the sight.
He’s truly fascinated by your ass, as well – it’s often that he’ll grab a fistful of cheek in each hand and pull them apart, getting a prime view of the pert, tight little hole that you always shy away from, the sight enough to leave him grinning, a thumb immediately coming up to lightly press and feel the way your body jerks slightly. He’s careful every time he plays with your asshole, though – always making sure to only very slowly work his finger inside and with ample lube, keeping his thumb shallow and slowly thrusting in and out. He likes the taboo of it, and while he won’t force you, he does harbor the fantasy of one day fucking you in the ass – if only to claim a hole of yours as his own, confident that even if you’ve laid with another man, it’s unlikely that you’ve ever done that.
(The thought of another man fucking you does, however, make him bristle with jealousy and anger. He doesn’t see you as some sort of pure, untouched angel, but he’s decidedly displeased by the notion that another man has touched you, has fucked you, has filled up your precious womb with their filthy, disgusting cum.)
He’s just truly a fan, finding that the area is simultaneously both sexy and endearing, and he’ll often reach out and land a firm smack against your ass as you pass by him in the Estate, his laugh ringing in your ears as he grins, pulling you in for a much too deep kiss and inhaling deeply by your ear. You’re just so damn pretty, after all.
Hinatsuru’s favorite part of you is your lips. There’s something about the shape of them that she absolutely adores – she similarly doesn’t care too much about the shape or thickness, finding that the softness and the fact that they’re yours are more than enough to make her happy. She’s always staring at them, fingers absent-mindedly tracing the shape against her thigh, closing her eyes and seeing them behind her eyelids. And you can feel that reverence when she kisses you – she’s gentle, even if the duration of the kiss and her wandering hands lead to you realize just how truly eager she is when she has you nude in front of her. She’ll slip a finger past them occasionally, sucking in a sharp breath at the way you suck and lick at them, your lips puckered and oh so pretty, her movements rushed as she suddenly grasps the back of your head, spreading her legs and pulling you closer to her cunt, frantic to feel those lips against her.
Makio’s favorite part of you is your thighs. She’s not exaggerating when she’d say that she’d die happy between them – they’re simply so soft and warm and squishy, the absolute perfect place to rest her head. When she’s cuddling you, she’ll maneuver you so that your legs are caging in her head, the plush surrounding her and simultaneously making her drowsy and aroused. She’s always pressing trails of kisses against the area, leaving soft little bites against the pillowy skin, groaning and muttering praises in a voice so low that the vibrations make you shiver. She’s grabbing fistfuls and kneading the skin, her hand sitting idly there both during the daytime and when she’s got you naked and moaning below her. She’ll perch herself on your thigh, dragging and grinding her cunt against the expanse of skin, grasping onto you so hard it’s nearly bruising as she chases her orgasm against your skin, her expressions and the noises she’s making almost too intimate, something about the sight feeling too personal for you to be viewing.
Suma’s favorite part of you is your voice. In bed, she’s very responsive to praise. She loves to be told what she’s doing well, how good she feels, all sorts of things that highlight how good she’s doing, how much you love her, how much you’re enjoying her touch. And so, Suma grows an absolute adoration and borderline kink for your voice. She loves the way you speak – the timber and tone, the way the letters roll off your tongue and how pleasing the sound is to her ears. And of course, when you say her name it only serves to make her shiver, goosebumps erupting across her whole body because oh, say it again, oh god please say it again she needs it… She loves to hear you moan and cry out in bed, too, finding that each and every sound you make it worthy of savoring, slick gushing from her with each whine and moan because don’t you just sound absolutely heavenly moaning and clenching around her fingers?
His mouth
In general, Tengen is a giver. He’s a firm believer in reciprocation in the bedroom, and one of his absolute favorite things to do between the sheets is to eat both you and his wives out. There’s something so naughty and lovely about it – the level of trust and intimacy is unmatched, and once your sexual relationship with the Uzuis officially begins, he will absolutely be using his mouth on you.
And he’s talented, too – he has incredible stamina, and would gladly spend hours between your legs if you’d let him. He’s able to angle his tongue just so, getting the correct pacing and movements to leave your toes curling and your hair tangling through his silver locks. He’s diligent, too – he’ll learn your body quickly, needing only a single time to find exactly what you like, and he’s always always looking at you, too. The eye contact is never broken, always watching to see how you’re responding to certain movements and techniques, adjusting to get you to make that face he loves.
(The one where your mouth is open into a little ‘o’ shape, eyebrows pinched in, eyes squeezed shut – the one that makes his cock absolutely throb, desperation tainting his movements because he will make you come, dammit.)
He loves the way you respond to his mouth; how you get so shy and nervous when he forces you to sit on his face, how you get so bashful when he tells you to spread your legs. And really, that’s where a lot of his love for eating you out comes from – you’re easy to tease, and the way you react to his words and actions leave him feeling giddy, your attention and acknowledgement of him making his chest puff out in pride because oh, this feels good.
So expect lots and lots and lots of teasing from him – biting playfully at the inside of your thighs, pressing feather light kisses against your skin, breathing over your clit and pressing his tongue against everything except where you need it.
He’ll push a finger against your entrance, pressing just enough to let the pad of his finger slip inside but not enough to give you any sort of real pleasure. Just enough to get you moaning and writhing, enough to get you begging for him in that sultry voice with that look that makes him throw all caution to the wind and absolutely destroy you.
He’ll edge you, bringing you so close to your high that you can almost taste it, your breathing getting ragged and your hips starting to shake, only to pull back and press kisses against the juncture of your leg and pelvis, chuckling when you whine, loving the way your body calls out to him and only him.
And even after he’s given in and let you come, he’s not stopping – oh no, not when you’re all sensitive and gasping him name, his tongue only picking up the pace as you writhe and whine, the oversensitivity starting to drive you mad.
And he loves the way you taste, too – the tangy, earthy taste, the way you taste so natural and raw and feminine. It’s to the point where he’ll tell you to go full days without bathing, only to pounce on you at night, pinning you down and rubbing his nose against the thin cloth of your panties, groaning and grinning at you, making some terribly embarrassing comment about how good you smell and how you taste even better.
So while he settles between your legs and brings you to orgasm after orgasm for your enjoyment and pleasure, a lot of it is self-serving. He wants you to feel good of course, but he wants you to know that he can make you feel good. He wants you to associate him with pleasure, to see him lick his lips and start shifting in your seat, to think of him as entirely capable at providing you pleasure and satisfaction. He doesn’t doubt his sexual prowess, but there’s something inexplicably satisfying about watching you fall apart all because of him and the way his tongue can work you.
The wives have different opinions, of course: Hinatsuru loves her hair. The way you pull and tug at it when she’s got her fingers curling and thrusting inside of you drives her mad, the twinge of pain mixing with pleasure clouding her mind and pushing her to go faster, to press even harder against the spot that makes your toes curl. You’re just so pretty and fuck the way you pull her hair has her near moaning, her own panties growing wetter with each tug.
Makio’s a big fan of own pussy, loving the way it feels to have you touching and pleasuring her. Of course, she enjoys touching you, but if she’s being entirely truthful, nothing beats the way you mouth at her, how you kiss and lick and suck at her, the feeling of you against her cunt leaving her breathless and desperate for more. She loves to sit on your face and grind against you, using your face as a sort of toy for her pleasure, the physical action feeling so dirty and possessive, as if she’s claiming you as her own. It’s the stuff of wet dreams – something that happens to her very often, courtesy of her fantasies surrounding you.
And finally, Suma’s favorite part of her body are her own breasts. She’s naturally very sensitive, her nipples easily hardening up and staying a bright, rosy pink color, and any time she’s got you naked in front of her, she’s always grabbing your hands and guiding them towards her chest, sighing and keening your name as you grope and knead at her. Roll her nipples between your forefinger and thumb, fit as much as you can in palm and squeeze, even slip her nipple against your tongue. She wants you to suckle, really, to lick and suck and tug for as long as you’re willing, her thighs rubbing together and little whines slipping from her because oh, if you keep this up she might just come from that alone.
DRIVE:
Between the constant flow of missions and having three sets of loving, eager arms to return home to, Tengen frankly doesn’t have time nor reason to feel sexually frustrated. His libido is naturally quite high, finding that sex is the perfect space to blow off some steam and also enjoy himself. He loves his wives dearly, and their sex lives are very active – which is why once their feelings for you form, they only fall into their beds more, hands wandering with new fervor, moans and fantasies increasing because oh, isn’t five the perfect number?
As a collective, all four of their libidos increase drastically once you step into their lives, and they’re not afraid to show this to one another. It’s extremely common for one of them to bring up a particular fantasy they’d been pondering on or harboring, the admission sometimes casual and nonchalant, other times stuttered out with red cheeks and twiddling thumbs. It’s become common place, really, for all four to share particular fantasies with one another, and often at inopportune times – not even necessarily in bed together.
Tengen will be off on a mission as the three wives sit down to lunch, making small talk and shoveling rice into their mouths, only for Makio to clear her throat and set down her bowl. The other two cock a brow but her their full attention, Hinatsuru even putting her own bowl down as well.
I’ve been thinking, Makio starts, fingers clutching at the material of her kimono, that perhaps she would enjoy a bit of spanking. It’s said as a statement, but she’ll look around the table, almost nervous at the reception of her thought – one that’d been plaguing her for nights, now, after having seen the way you yelped and stared at the ground when Tengen playfully smacked Suma’s ass earlier in the week. You’d been visibly uncomfortable, clearly unsure of what to say or do as Tengen teased Suma and the other two laughed along, but Makio is sure she’d seen some signs that deep under the façade of discomfort you’d perhaps been amused yourself, perhaps even a hair jealous…
After explaining that to the two raptly awaiting faces at the table, it’s Hinatsuru who first speaks up. She’ll softly smile, fingers tapping against the wooden table’s surface.
You may be right, she starts, and Suma audibly squeals at the idea. But of course, the only way to find out is to try it, and I don’t know that I advise Lord Tengen to be the first attempt.
Makio shakes her head rapidly, and Suma barks out no! It should be me! I’m much gentler, and she’d like it best from me and –
Makio cuts her off, snapping out where’d you get that from? Obviously it should be someone weaker than Lord Tengen but it was my idea so I should be the first one! Besides, you know I’ve been talking about how soft and pretty her ass must be for the last few weeks –
She’s also quickly cut off by Hinatsuru, who claps her hands together and laughs lightly. We must all try.
Suma and Makio grumble, the latter crossing her arms. Hinatsuru’s eye twinkles as she continues, but really, have you considered the other way around? That maybe she would like to spank us?
Chaos erupts at the table as Suma squeals once more, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands grabbing at the front of her kimono, fantasies of you bending her over and smacking at her while cooing her name running rampant through her mind. Makio’s cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red at the idea, shifting in her seat and clearing her throat, the mental imagery of her perched atop your face, grinding and swaying her hips as you grope and smack at her ass making her feel a bit hot under the collar. Hinatsuru, too, isn’t unfazed – she’s licking her lips, already thinking of how you’d be so gentle and nervous at first, a hesitant little smack against her that would only serve to make her moan lightly, her own hand coming and clutching at yours to guide you through it again, to help you hit it just right…
Tengen returns that night and is immediately bombarded with the idea, all three wives gushing at just how erotic and naughty the proposition is, and he can only boom with laughter, a hand already tugging at the front of his uniform trousers as he grins and tells them well, we should start practicing now – wouldn’t want to disappoint her, now would we?
And this behavior certainly doesn’t go away once they’ve permanently relocated you to the Sound Estate – no, if anything it increases. Because now that you’re with them constantly, their fantasies and libidos only increase. You’re just too damn pretty – they’re constantly staring at you, leaning in and inhaling your scent, fingers idly playing with your hands and hair and clothing, their attention always on you you you.
That said, you’re unlikely to be forced into anything directly sexual with them – certainly not with Tengen, who respects your clear discomfort when he lets his hands wander, instead choosing to only pull you into a rather intimate, wet kiss and whispering against your lips that you could be much happier if you’d let us pleasure you, you know.
Hinatsuru, too, is unlikely to force you into any sexual contact – instead she’ll just stare, constantly, her breathing getting slightly heavier and biting her lip but not making any motion to touch you or force you to touch her.
Makio, too, sees semblances of boundaries there, and will only force you to touch her in ways that aren’t explicitly sexual, but still feel strangely erotic. (She’ll make you brush her hair, massage her shoulders, help her to shave her legs, and absolutely insist that she returns the favor. Everything is long, drawn-out, and she’s always looking at you with baited breath, as if she thinks she can goad you into wanting something more, as if she thinks she can seduce you into wanting her.)
The only one who really toes the line, however, is Suma. It’s not out of some desire to make you suffer or to make you uncomfortable, but rather that her impatience and lust for you is simply so strong that she full-heartedly believes that you want her, too. She loves Tengen, Hinatsuru, and Makio, and she’s sure that if you just gave them all a chance you’d enjoy sex with them, too. She’s always detailing to you about the latest things they’ve done and tried, grabbing your hand and placing it on her breast as she describes a new technique Tengen has been using, something about flicking his tongue in particular ways against her nipples that she absolutely swears is amazing. It’s uncomfortable and it’ll leave you shying away and grimacing, but it’s only at the command of one of the others that she’ll stop, whining and pouting because she was so close to getting her to join us!
So while you’ll never be forced into actual sex, the four do have a rather nasty habit of getting you involved in their sex life – that is, it’s not hard for Tengen to get his hands on the newest, latest sex toys. His penchant is decent as a Hashira, and he’s got the input of all three wives on which models would feel the best, what the curvature and functions and textures should be to maximize your pleasure.
And so, any time the four of them are home, they’ll position you in one of the chairs at the end of the futon and mattress, a new toy in hand as they eagerly pile onto the bed. You’re expected to use the toy as you watch – thrusting in and out, angling it in time with Tengen’s thrusts and moving fingers, your own pinching and rubbing at your clit with the same speed, intensity, and mannerisms as all three women. They want your legs spread against the chair, wide and open so that they can see everything, and they’ll have you stripped down to nothing, your bare cunt and tits exposed for their viewing pleasure.
And they’ll put on an absolute show for you – clothes come peeling off, each person taking turns to sensually and seductively peel back the layers as the others touch and grope at new, exposed skin. They’ll moan and pant, Hinatsuru’s small gasps pairing with Makio’s throaty moans and Tengen’s gravely curses, while Suma’s higher-pitched whines fill the background. It’s contsant motion – Tengen’s always the first to undress, carefully folding his uniform and giving himself a few languid, tight strokes, making eye contact with you the whole time as Makio presses kisses against his neck, Suma licks at a nipple, and Hinatsuru takes over his hand, keeping the pace steady.
Suma will be next, eagerly rushing out of her kimono and slipping out of the lacy undergarments she sports, flinging her panties in your general direction and giggling when they land at your feet, the wetness of them palpable against your skin.
Hinatsuru goes next, Makio taking extra care to pull down the front of her kimono and let her chest fall out, a hand each groping and kneading at her breasts, pinching her nipples and looking at you all the while.
Makio goes last, slipping out of her clothing and spreading her legs widely, Tengen swiping a finger through her folds and licking off her slick, making a loud pop noise as he pulls them from his mouth. Each time will bring some new arrangement, the events never exactly the same, but one common arrangement is for each of them to kiss for a few minutes, continuing to grope and play with each other while loud, wet, slurping noises fill the bedroom air, until finally Tengen pulls away from Suma with a groan, settling down onto his back and grinning.
Jealous? He’ll ask you, grabbing at Hinatsuru by the hips and pulling her down to hover over his face, hot breath brushing against her cunt and making her bite her lip. Tengen will send you one last look, his voice clipped as he tells you to watch closely and don’t stop touching yourself, and then suddenly he’s pulling Hinatsuru all the way down, leaving not a hair of space between he tongue and her. She’s immediately humming and softly gasping, one hand tangling into his hair while the other grabs at Suma, pushing her onto her back and pulling her hips closer.
It’s typically at this point that you start to squirm, watching as she immediately dives between Suma’s legs, fingers slipping inside her and curling as her tongue works in circles, Suma’s hands coming up to clutch at the pillow under her head and toy with her breast.
Meanwhile, Makio’s settling over Tengen, pale fingers wrapping around his cock and lining him up against her, sinking down and letting her eyes roll to the back of her head with a simultaneous groan from Tengen, only partially muffled by Hinatsuru’s thighs. It’s vulgar, really, watching the way Makio starts bouncing, breasts rhythmically slapping against her ribcage as she moans, all the while keeping eye contact with you.
It’s loud – the wet, clickly noises and all the moaning and groaning, and the room is suddenly much too hot and humid. And what makes it all worse is how they’re all looking at you – stealing glances or blatantly staring, and oh god is that your name they’re moaning out?
Suma’s whining, looking at you through half-lidded eyes and slurring it together with yes yes yes, even while she pulls at Hinatsuru’s hair. Makio, too, is babbling out all sort of praise, telling Tengen he’s so – fuck, so big Lord Tengen, oh god you have to feel this too followed by your name over and over and over, like some sort of mantra.
It’s too intimate and it feels so much like something you shouldn’t be looking at or witnessing, but the moment you stop thrusting the dildo or playing with yourself, Suma’s shakily reaching out and smacking at your knee, her face contorted into something between a pout and a gasp as she tells you n-no! Don’t stop, don’t stop!
It’ll last much too long, some twenty minutes of writhing bodies, and at some point it devolves into them complimenting you, telling you that you feel good or that you’re so pretty or that they want to fuck you so bad, god please just let us!
It’s too much, but it’s only once you’ve finally orgasmed that it’ll all stop. The moment they see your body tensing up, your breathing getting more labored, your thighs shaking they’ll all freeze, watching you with rapt attention, even a bit of drool dripping along Tengen’s chin. They’re watching your face as your high hits you, listening and shivering at the sounds you make, your own pleasure often forcing their own orgasms to hit.
(Particularly for Tengen – cum’s flooding Makio without any warning, his balls twitching underneath her and cum dripping down and smearing along the insides of her thighs, too much for her to keep inside.)
Once you’re finished they’ll let you leave, hoping that watching them was largely responsible for your orgasm, and once you’ve slid the shoji door shut they’ll start up again, your used dildo eagerly being grabbed and thrown into the mix, the moans and whines of your name still audible long after you’ve retreated to the other end of the Estate.
It’s overwhelming, really, and so very intimate in a way that makes your skin crawl, but try as you might to ignore it, eventually you’ll grow to be curious, to wonder if Hinatsuru’s fingers and Tengen’s tongue can really be that incredible. And the moment you make any move whatsoever towards joining them?
Well, the frenzy to touch you, taste you, feel you, fuck you is almost too much, almost enough to make you back away again, but they won’t let you. Not when you so clearly want it – want them.
MAIN THREE KINKS:
Cumplay
Particularly for Tengen, this is true – he’s not terribly possessive as far as yanderes go, but there’s still something undeniably pleasing to him about the idea of marking you as his. He likes the idea of making it abundantly clear that you are his woman, just as you are Hinatsuru’s, Makio’s, and Suma’s woman. He wants both you and other people to understand that you are permanently claimed, and what better way to do that than through sex, where it’s both intimate and pleasurable?
And so, you’ll notice very quickly that Tengen has a penchant for finishing either inside of you or on you. And actually, his preference is often on you rather than inside. He loves to fill you, of course, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he pushes himself as far inside of you as he physically can, a gasp tearing its way through him as cum absolutely floods you, the warmth and pressure of it inside of you making you squirm.
It’s erotic, thrilling, so very natural, but it doesn’t quite satisfy the possessive edge that Tengen feels. It’s good because he feels that he’s claiming you in the most carnal way possible, but it’s still not enough – and so, the next time Tengen fucks you, he’s pulling out at the last minute, hand moving so quickly as he strokes himself that it’s genuinely a blur, before rope upon rope of hot, runny cum is landing against your pussy, dripping down and following the curves and dips of your folds, winding up with your entire cunt absolutely covered in his seed.
It’s messy and dirty and it makes Tengen practically salivate, the sight enough to make him hard again, cock bright red and pain bleeding into pleasure because oh fuck, he wants to cover you in even more. There’s something about the sight of his cum on your skin that just feels so very right, dare he say even flashy – it’s a pride thing, and he’s not picky about where on your body he finishes.
He’ll cover your cunt in rope after rope of cum, two thumbs spreading your lips wide so he can see your clenching hole, groaning lowly as he thumbs a bit of the cum against it, smirking when you clench so hard that some of it slips inside you.
He’ll smack your ass and mercilessly squeeze as he fists his cock over you, finishing against your pretty skin and staring down at the sight, loving the way you whimper slightly as he makes comments about how you look so fuckin’ good, baby, do you like being covered in me?
He’ll have you on your knees in front of him, your fingers wrapped around him as he tells you to open wide, painting your tongue white and giving himself an extra squeeze after just for good measure, just to make sure he gets every last drop onto your awaiting tongue.
He’ll finish on your chest, cum smearing across your nipples, moving forward to lick it off and flick and pinch at them, something like a strangled groan sounding from his throat because the taste of him on your skin is intoxicating in ways he can’t even describe.
And of course this kink doesn’t just extend to only you and him – oh no, the other wives are often involved, as well. He’ll bend you over and fuck you full, hips not stopping their movements until you’re shaking and a whining mess, cum trickling out and making a wet schluck schluck noise. He’ll slowly pull out with a hiss, sending a quick, payful smack to your ass, only to be immediately replaced by Makio, who eagerly grabs a handful of cheek in each hand, spreading them and groping as her tongue dips inside you, greedily sucking at and licking up every last glob of cum she can, paying no mind to the way you squirm and writhe at the overstimulation. Suma will be gagging around his length, pretty tears welling in her eyes and her jaw starting to ache at the stretch, only to have Tengen finish on her collarbone and breasts. Suma will giggle, giving his tip a quick kiss, then whine out your name, practically manhandling you as she makes you lick her clean, her gasps and moans as your tongue circles her areolas and sucks at her nipples ringing in your ears. And once you’re done, Tengen will expect you to clean him up, too – he’s still hard, still a deep, swollen pink color, and he’ll watch with a smile as you obediently lick up every last bit, leaving him clean and ready for the next orgasm.
And really, the kink isn’t even just limited to the bedroom – no, he’s more than happy to incorporate his cum in your day-to-day life, too. Even before he’s stolen you away to warm the Uzui bed at the Sound Estate, he’s idly fantasizing about you interacting with his seed. He’s not a complete creep, though, and so he’ll bar himself from acting on some of the more depraved, disgusting fantasies he’s harboring.
He’s daydreaming about snatching that pretty bowl of noodles you prepare for yourself nearly every night for dinner and jerking himself so fast that he can’t even breath, the off-white creamy texture seamlessly blending into the broth of the noodles, tip bright red and his breath unsteady because oh god, you’d look so dirty and sexy and risqué eating this and he wants to see it more than anything in the world. He won’t, obviously, but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about to an almost maniacal degree, instead making Makio settle between his legs and lick and suckle at him until he’s shooting blanks, all the while murmuring your name.
No, he’s not some depraved monster that would forcefully feed you his cum, no matter how raunchy and enticing the idea may be. Instead, he’s much more refined – that is, only a true pervert would trick you into ingesting his seed without your permission. Instead, Tengen finds other methods to get you to interact with his cum – ways that feel less invasive, less directly disturbing.
That is, it seems like a sweet gesture when you arrive home to find a pretty, decorative bottle of lotion waiting outside your front door one afternoon. It’s delicate packaging, a pretty bamboo with all sorts of flowers painted onto the wood, a small note attached claiming to be from the Uzuis. There’s a bit of writing from each of them – each filled with all sorts of proclamations of you being beautiful, of your skin being so soft and pretty that they felt you needed to have a good, high-quality, all-natural moisturizer to upkeep that level of perfection. And oh, isn’t that a funny coincidence! The wives have just recently gotten into the hobby of lotion making, learning all about the herbs and medicinal treatments that can be imparted into it.
Just ignore the slightly bitter smell to it, and the way that it’s awfully runny for a lotion, and the way that the discoloration seems a little too intense. It’s a home-made gift, after all, and one that each member worked very, very hard to make for you – hours of work, really, all with you at the forefront of their minds.
So really, it’s a possessive thing, yes, but Tengen just likes the idea of the intimacy and lewdness that seeing the way you look all covered in his seed provides him – rather flashy, he might even say.
Voyeurism
While Tengen loves joining in on the fun, of course, there’s something very, very appealing about the idea of watching you get fucked. He’s got three very capable wives who’re all just as eager to get their hands on you, panties already soaked the moment their skin touches yours, and so why wouldn’t he want to see them go to work and leave you a moaning, disheveled mess?
There’s something erotic about being a bystander – he likes the idea of simply watching, of being a fly on the wall. This way he can see every angle that he can’t when it’s him hovering over you or guiding your hips to ride him harder and faster. And you’re damn pretty like this – he can see everything in real time, eyes glancing between your face, your pussy, your ass, your chest, and everywhere else he can greedily take in so fast that it’s almost dizzying, too desperate to take everything in to focus on any one thing.
It’s almost a kink for cucking, frankly, with how often he suggests it and the level that he enjoys it. Of course, you’re his woman, his wife, his cute little cunt that he gets to fuck and leave dripping with his cum, but you’re also his wives’. He’s not jealous when their hands settle on your skin, and so it’s very often that he’ll settle back into the corner of the room, sitting in a chair with his legs spread wide, one hand behind his head and the other idly cupping his balls, staring with rapt attention as Suma impatiently undresses you, Hinatsuru and Makio groping at every newly exposed inch of skin in a frenzy, wet kissing and sucking noises filling the room.
His expression remains neutral for most of the ordeal, too concentrated on watching and taking in every detail, all the while his fist slowly wraps around his base, pulling up and down, squeezing harshly and thumb playing with the tip as the scene unfolds in front of him.
And the wives are more than eager to put on a good show – there’s all sorts of dirty talk, each woman telling you exactly what they want to do with you. And frankly, the level of detail is crude – Makio’s telling you that she wants to taste that cunt of yours, want to make you squirt all over my face while Suma’s complimenting you in that awed, too-excited voice of hers that your tits are so pretty, can I touch them? Can I squeeze them and suck on your nipples until you come?
Even Hinatsuru exaggerates ever so slightly to entertain Tengen and fluster you, her voice ever-calm as she nips at your earlobe and tells you to get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you, love.
And they’re always so painfully honest that it makes you squirm in embarrassment and also discomfort. It’s flattering, in some far-off, fucked-up way, but the phrasing is too vulgar, too frequent, and too fervent to really let you enjoy and flatter yourself with it, because can you really be that flattered when you simply moan their name and their orgasm hits them like a fucking truck?
The whole thing is narrated as it’s happening, too, each wife talking about how good you feel and how pretty you look riding their strap, how sexy you look when you’re sitting on their face, how adorable you are when they keep rubbing and sucking at your clit long after you’ve finished. Their voices are breathy, uneven and choppy, pleasure tinging their words and often borderline unintelligible as they trail off into a moan or start begging you for more more more.
It’s uncomfortable, yes, but the moaned pleas and verbalized fantasies play into the experience, and though all three are doing it mostly to please Tengen initially, he starts fading away the longer they have you in bed with them. Their attention shifts entirely to you, almost forgetting about each others’ presence as they focus on touching you, making you touch them, making you come for them, them coming for you. It’s as if they’re in an entirely different world – one that Tengen absolutely loves to see, because if there’s anything that makes him happier and hornier it’s to see all three of the women he’s madly, deeply in love with absolutely losing their fucking minds over the fourth woman he’s so painfully obsessed with.
It’s arousing and leaves him on the edge of his seat, biting his lip and spitting into his palm again and again, the friction with how fast he’s moving his hand demanding more and more lubrication. And all the while Tengen’s still pumping himself, his stare uninterrupted despite the rather violent pace he’s set for himself. His thighs are tensing and his abs clench as he watching, but he wills himself to not finish until you do, to hold off his orgasm so he can come with you, even if he’s not the one touching you and bringing you there.
And when he feels that you’re getting closer, he’ll stand up from the chair, fist still diligently working his cock, taking occasional breaks to delay his orgasm as he fondles and gropes at his balls, only to inch closer to the four of you. He’s still staring, silent, but he gets closer and closer until he’s climbing onto the futon as well, getting onto his hands and knees, eyes still trained entirely on you. He’s keeping his fist stationary now and instead moving his hips to thrust into it, hissing through his teeth as he watches the way wives play with you, thrusting their fingers and dildos in and out again, matching his own thrusts to the same pace so it feels like he’s the one fucking you.
It’s just so dirty and sinful, and when he finally watches as you cry out and gush around Hinatsuru’s fingers, he can only throatily groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he shuffles forward like a crazed man, getting so close to you that he’s straddling over your laying form, tugging and jerking at himself so harshly only mere centimeters from your face.
And then suddenly he’s coming, a slew of curses falling from his lips as spurt after spurt sprays from his engorged, swollen tip and lands in streams on your face, the sight only making him grit his teeth, a second orgasm hot on his heels because you just look too fucking good. He’s breathing heavily after that, staring down at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, but once he’s had his fill he’ll simply lean forward and lightly smack your cheek with his cock, licking his lips and telling you in a strained tone to keep going, I want to see you come at least three more times.
So really, he’s note entirely uninvolved in the sex – simply watching until the time is right, wanting to time your orgasms together so that you feel connected and bound together. He thinks it’s sweet, really, but as Makio and Suma both lean down to eagerly lap up the rivulets of cum steadily dripping down and from your chin, it’s hard to find it endearing – not when Hinatsuru is already mouthing at your cunt again and not when you can physically feel the way Tengen is staring at you, already rock hard again and filling the room with the wet clicking sound of his strokes.
How very sweet.
Orgasm Control
As a general rule, Tengen is a fucking tease in bed.
There’s something captivating about the way you respond to his touch that drives him absolutely insane – he loves that a single brush of his fingers against your sensitive skin gets you gasping softly, his ego soaring because god, is he that good to you? He loves that a fleeting, teasing kiss against the inside of your thighs or the sensitive skin of your neck makes you whimper slightly, your eyes all big and doe-like and so very, very precious. He loves that a simple smack of his cock against your clit leaves you shuddering, the wet plop noise leaving a sticky, translucent line connecting his tip to your skin, everything so wet and messy and dirty.
He just loves the way that your body responds to him, even if your mind is slower to accept the pleasure and sexual gratification that he’s so eager to provide you with. And so, Tengen takes this and runs with it – that is, he’s never actively aiming to hurt you, but he has no problem teasing and making you beg for the orgasm he’s so confident he can give you.
And really, he should be confident – he’s got more experience than he knows what to do with, considering how sexually active he, Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio are even before you step into their lives. That coupled with his extreme, borderline fanatical dedication to learning your every expression and sound in bed leaves Tengen as a sort of glorified sex-god, capable of bringing your body to the brink over and over and over, without even breaking a sweat.
And so, you’ll notice very early into your sexual relationship with him that he has a tendency to treat your body like a toy of sorts; fascination written across his face as he sinks his fingers into you, curling and rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl, eyes bright and wide as he stares down at you. He’s moving his thumb to rub circles against your sensitive clit, your legs shaking because fuck, how does he know exactly what pace and angle you like it?
(The answer, of course, is the stalking and long, explicit conversations with his wives about what specifically they like and what they think you’d like, too. They’re all eager to become experts at fingering you – taking turns practicing on one another, testing out different paces and angles, new techniques with their tongues and even brushing a finger over clenching assholes, anything and everything they can think of that you’d possibly like.)
He’ll be so attentive that it’s almost uncomfortable, the attention and awe in his eyes making you feel too exposed and vulnerable, but then all too suddenly you feel the telltale signs of your orgasm, squirming and shaking as he keeps working his fingers in and out and curling and grinding and oh, fuck fuck fuck-
But then the feeling is suddenly gone, the pleasure plateauing and plummeting, something akin to a whine falling from your lips because that possibly the lead-up to the strongest orgasm of your life. And Tengen will only laugh, licking off every bit of your slick from his fingers only to playfully smack your thigh, a grin settling on his face as he tells you that you shouldn’t just expect to get it – you have to earn it. Can you do that for me? Show me that you want me to fingerfuck you into an orgasm.
And he’s deadly serious – he'll make you straddle him, his pelvis wide and your hips stretching to accommodate, your cunt pressed so wantonly against his clothed cock, the fabric getting wet as he looks at you expectantly, that same cocky look on his face.
Well?
He’ll lean back, arms crossed behind his head as he watches you, shame eating away at you as you slowly move and grind, the pleasure good but nothing like what you’d experienced mere moments before. He’ll let you slowly grind for a while, finding the sight of you completely nude, wantonly using him to be very, very enticing, but eventually he’ll decide he’s made you suffer enough. A thumb will come down to rub at your clit, the moan you let out making his chest swell and his cock throb sharply underneath you – enough for you to feel it distinctly.
You’re awfully cute, he’ll start, only to suddenly have you on your back before you can blink, his lips hot on your and his tongue already running along your teeth, pressing deeper and deeper into your mouth, trying to taste and touch as much as he can. He’ll pull back with an exaggerated, lewd pwop sound, licking a long, wet strip along the seam of your lips. You’re cute now, but how ‘bout you show me just how fucking good you look when you’re creaming on my fingers?
And then he’s manhandling your legs apart, lips suddenly attached to your clit as he slips two fingers inside, resuming his pace and making your back arch up and off the futon. Red eyes watch with rapt attention as you slowly unravel, your cries getting louder and your hips threatening to buck, only weighed down by a heavy palm against your navel.
You’re so pretty, he thinks, and as you gasp out a slurred ‘m coming, he finds himself shallowly humping at the ground underneath him, hips scooping and gyrating as he watches the way your mouth opens in that pretty ‘o’ shape, your eyes squeezing tightly shut and your hands grasping for purchase, for anything to ground you as he works you through the pleasure. He’s keeping the same pace, tongue still drawing tight, purposeful circles with a bit of suction throughout the process, and even as your cries die out slightly, chest still heaving and your gaze falling onto him, crazed and half-lidded, the moans turning into whines.
Too much, fuck Tengen ‘s too much- He’ll cut off your rambling with a sharp smack against the fat of your breast, effectively shutting you up as he keeps up the pace, the oversensitivity driving you mad. It’s overwhelming, but even as you beg and try to wiggle out of his grasp Tengen won’t let up, instead buckling down and pressing onto your clit harder, slipping a third finger inside and pressing down on your navel even harder, watching the way your eyes cross and your stomach clenches.
He’ll easily pull three or four orgasms from you every time the two of you get intimate, often in quick succession, if only because the sight of you overstimulated and fucked out of your mind leaves him salivating, cock so hard it physically hurts because god, you look good like this.
It’s heaven, and he’ll often enlist the help of his wives to get you as dumb and overstimulated as possible, hands grabbing at every inch of your body and mouths leaving every part of you wet and sticky. It satisfies the protective urges he feels towards you to some degree, loving the way that you become so dependent on his touch to reach your high, the way you clutch onto him and keep chanting his name stroking his ego so heavily that it’s nearly enough to make him reach his own orgasm, too. He wants to see your muscles twitching weakly, your chest heaving, the pretty black eye makeup Suma had begged to put on your earlier trickling down your cheeks and making you look so messy and unhinged and hot.
You’re just so, so very endearing, and while he’ll always curl you into his arms, pressing your cheek against his chest and peppering too-long, too-wet kisses against your hairline and the crown of your head afterwards, Tengen’s goal each and every time he’s between your legs is to absolutely ruin you.
OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:
Clothed Sex
In general Tengen finds your body to be absolute perfection. He’s an appreciator of the female form in every way – finding women of all shapes and sizes beautiful, salivating over his own three wives like a dog in heat every time a sliver of skin is exposed or the urge takes him. And so, this naturally extends to you as well – he’s very, very sexually attracted to you, and enjoys the skin-to-skin intimacy that sex can bring.
However, while he loves to have the five of you completely nude, completely bare to one another and completely exposed in every possible way, he’s also a fan of rather unorthodox sexual ideas. And so, the prospect of clothed sex is something that happens to pass through his mind one day after walking by a red-light district shop, with illustrations sitting in the windows for purchase. It’s a small thought and one that merely makes him stop and ponder the image for a while, hand at his chin and his head tilted, but when he returns home from that mission he’s eager to try the fantasy out.
It’s not difficult to convince his wives, all three of them jumping at the chance to try something so erotic and oddly dirty, and it’s only natural that they encourage you to participate, too. At first, he only keeps a few items of clothing on just to test out the waters – he’s only wrapped in a loose, casual haori with his signature headband on. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru are all in various states of undress, keeping panties or a light overdress on, the fabric sheer enough to see the general outline of their breasts and the curve of their asses through the material.
But you – oh, well, as attractive as the idea of clothed sex where you’re also clothed is, all four of them had agreed that they simply can’t bear to not have complete access to your body. They can’t not be able to see and look at every inch of you, your soft skin available to kiss and touch and grope at, your curves bouncing and jiggling and the ricochet of hips slapping against yours completely visible to the eye. And so, the first few times it’s not too noticeable – the feeling of cotton against your skin is a little odd as you sink down on Tengen’s cock or kitten lick at Suma’s clit, but it’s not too uncomfortable.
And with every time they get a little bolder, keeping more and more clothing on until all four of them are fully dressed, all while you’re completely nude. It’s a strange feeling – you’ll feel exposed, too exposed, completely vulnerable while they’re all dressed in uniform and kimonos, skin hidden behind fabric.
But they absolutely love the sight – you’re truly the star of the show this way, and they’re quick to coax you into touching them through and around the clothing. Makio’s encouraging you to reach into the top of her kimono and pull both breasts out, the soft, pale skin hanging out of the fabric, nipples already rock hard and hyper sensitive when she pulls you closer and guides your lips to suck on one.
Suma’s giggling and blushing furiously when she has you grind against her ass, your hand slipping up to squeeze and grope the fat through her clothing, her own grinding getting faster and harder, pushing back against you so strongly that you have to brace yourself on something nearby.
Hinatsuru’s only sighing and smiling when she has you dive underneath her kimono, gently pushing her panties to the side as you kiss and lick at her, her thighs moving to tighten around your head and lock you in place.
And Tengen can only smile and lick his lips when you dig under the waistband of his uniform pants, shivering lightly when you grasp at his cock and slowly stroke him, your movements clumsy under the fabric and only making him leak more precum because oh, aren’t you so very precious?
It's humiliating, really, the power imbalance more than apparent, but they absolutely adore it. You’re just so very tempting, and they’re more than happy to sink their teeth in and take a bite out of you.
Toys
It's a given, really, considering that the Uzuis were already rather sexually active before their infatuation with you form, but they are certainly no strangers to incorporating toys into the bedroom. It’s practicality more than anything else – four people is a lot, and it’s not uncommon for one of them to simply sit back and watch, masturbating with the aid of a toy as they watch their spouses go at it.
And so, as a new member of the ‘relationship’, they’ll be more than happy to extend this philosophy to you, too. And you’ll have absolutely anything your heart desires – every dildo under the sun, all sorts of shapes and materials and sizes.
(With the stark exception that you are not allowed to have one that is comparable to Tengen’s size or larger, simply because he wants his cock to be the ultimate for you, to be the one that fills you the best, the most complete, the one you crave most.)
You’ll have access to any sort of special pillow designed to be ridden, any sort of clitoral toy, anything and everything. And all four of them are eager to use them on you – to press the small, textured sheet against your clit and rub in circles and listen to you gasp. They’re happy to spread your legs as wide as you can stretch, cunt uncomfortably on display as they sink the dildo inside of you, the others watching with rapt attention mere inches away as you look away and moan, the attention and the adoration in their eyes nearly suffocating.
They’ll even attach the nipple clamps to your poor, sensitive tits, Hinatsuru’s eye glinting with some sort of sadistic glee as you wince slightly and grind against Tengen’s crotch, the pain strangely arousing under her gaze.
And of course, the wives will absolutely be using their straps on you – they’ve got the nicest harnesses on the market, with dildos made out of glass and flexible materials, all sorts of dimensions that they’re eager to try out on you. Each woman has her own favorite, too, of course – the one that she prefers to be fucked with, and so of course that’s the one she’ll use on you.
(It’s intimate, in their heads, and it’s often that they’ll share toys with you without washing them first, loving the idea that their slick and cum is inside you, loving that they’re almost one with you now.)
Hinatsuru’s is long, with a ramrod straight length that always leaves you clutching onto the sheets and squeezing your eyes shut with how it just never seems to end. Makio’s favorite is a little shorter but much wider, the girth enough to leave you wincing slightly in pain because it stretches you out nearly to your limit. Suma’s is more modest on the length and birth, but it’s got this absolutely insane curve upwards that brushes along your g-spot over and over and over again, leaving you arching your back and clawing at anything you can find because it’s just too good.
But be careful, because while Tengen loves to watch the shows you put on with all three of them, it’s his cock that you must crave the most at the end of the day – he wants to see all the exaggerated reactions, the gasps and screams of his name, the way your cunt sucks him in again and again and again as if you just can’t get enough of him.
And of course, you’re more than welcome to use toys on him, too – he generally doesn’t like imitations for pussies, so any sort of pocket-pussy like toy he’ll typically only use to humor you. Rather, he’s a big fan of cockrings and anything else that can act as a sort of restriction. Put a chastity cage of sorts on him and he’s breathing heavily, trying to resist the urge to just rip it off and open with his inhuman strength. He wants you to tease him, to leave him leaking so much precum that it’s pathetic, to have him on the edge of losing his mind before you finally, finally give him the release and pleasure he’s so desperate for.
The Uzuis really just like the myriad possibilities and options that toys bring them – and whether you like it or not, you’ll like it, too. They’ll make sure of it.
BIGGEST FANTASY:
Tying hand in hand with his voyeuristic tendencies, Tengen just can’t shake the idea of being intimate with you in a public place. He’s never really tried it too much simply out of fear for the ramifications it could have on his career, but the idea is significantly less easier to simply swallow down when it comes to you, where the marginal sense of propriety he feels flies out the window.
There’s something about the idea of claiming you in a public place that just really, really gets him hot under the collar, a light shade of pink covering the bridge of his nose because oh, isn’t that just so naughty and dirty? It’s a kink for the risk of getting caught, more than anything – the idea that people could hear or see, that the both of you have to stay quiet or else everyone around you will know exactly what he’s doing under that pretty kimono of yours.
It’s an enjoyment for the taboo, and a way to quell his possessiveness all while he gets to see you squirm as he makes you an absolute mess on his fingers.
And so, while it may be logistically difficult to swing if only because the Uzuis seriously limit your time in the public eye and away from the Sound Estate, Tengen could be very easily convinced to take you somewhere semi-public, to let his hand sneak between your legs and listen to the way you struggle to stay quiet and composed while he curls his fingers against the exact spot that has you seeing stars.
He’s a tease in every sense, and to see you struggle to maintain your composure because of him is arousing in a way that truly makes him breath heavier, his hands restlessly clenching and unclenching, his toes curling and his cock aching because god, you’d look so fucking cute all hot and bothered and embarrassed at getting caught.
The theater is really quite pretty – carved wood and ornate painting against the grain, all sorts of details and skill that you’d noticed when you’d first entered. The light had been on then, the some twenty people also in the theater excitedly chattering away in preparation for the play about to begin. Tengen had led you inside, your hand tightly clasped in his own and his large body purposefully angled to shield you from any curious eyes and promptly placed you both in seats at the very far back corner of the theater. There was no one else in this row – the closest appeared to be a young couple two rows ahead of you, closer to the bulk of people near the front.
Tengen had been awfully cryptic about the whole thing on the way there – only telling you that you’d be seeing something new tonight, and that he had a special plan on how to make it extra fun for you. The sense of foreboding was still sitting heavily in your chest, but the excitement at being in town and out of the Estate for a while was difficult to quell.
It’s not long before the lamps are blown out and the play begins, the actors swarming the stage and reciting their lines in a way that leaves you mesmerized. The plot is something stupid, really, but you can’t find it in yourself to care – it’s too captivating.
Wet, warm lips press against the side of your neck without warning, the sudden sensation making you jump and slightly yelp, Tengen’s chuckle and the hand that places itself over your mouth cutting off any sound. He trails kisses up and behind your ear, then down along your jaw, finally finishing at your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth before huskily whispering, “You look ravishing.”
Unsure how to respond, you just swallow, trying to ignore his ministrations and instead focus on the play. You’re acutely aware of the people in front of you, suddenly understanding why Tengen chose such an isolated seat.
He groans against your skin. “Promise me you won’t make a sound if I move my hand, yeah?”
You nod, mortified at the idea of letting anyone know what he’s doing to you in such a public place. He grins, exhaling slowly.
Large hands find their way to cup at your clothed breasts, expertly finding your nipples and deftly rolling them between thumb and forefinger. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the small sighs at the pleasure, but Tengen only pinches harder, the pads of his fingers coming up to squeeze and knead at the rest. “Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, would you?”
You shake your head but he chooses that exact moment to slither a hand down and tightly cup your cunt, thumb pressing right against your clit. You gasp and let out a choked sound, only for Tengen to rush forward and silence you with a kiss, his thumb continuing to rub slow, lazy circles against your sensitive skin. He pulls back with your bottom lip carefully caught between his teeth, eyes sparkling as he comments, “Seems like you do want people to know. How unlike you – you’re not normally this bratty.”
His lips move down to settle against your collarbone, tongue slipping out to lick and suck at patches of skin. You’d surely be left with bruises tomorrow, hickies decorating the entire expanse of your chest.
“Tengen-!” Your scold is cut off by your own shuddering gasp as a finger slips underneath your kimono and presses hotly against your entrance, teasing and prodding through the thin material of your panties. You’re clutching at the arm rests of the chair now, thighs closing around his hand and not seeming to faze him at all. He’s moved down to sucking and kissing against your breasts now, over the fabric but still letting his saliva pool against the material. Wet spots form as he moves along, surely visible with the light-colored fabric of your kimono.
Lips curve around and suckle at a nipple through the material as he slips his finger to the side of your panties, whistling very quietly. “For someone who seems so opposed, you’re awfully wet. Care to explain?”
Your face feels hot, embarrassment creeping up your spine as you yet again glance towards the crowd of people in front of you. No one’s looked back or noticed yet, but you can’t help but wonder when someone inevitably will.
“This is so – so wrong! We’re in public, you can’t-“ You start, but a teasing, rather sharp bite at your nipple has you shutting up.
“We can. And we will.”
It’s all he says before he’s getting out of his seat and quickly kneeling in front of you, throwing your kimono up and over his head as he quickly settles against your pussy. Teeth grab at the hem of your panties and pull down, fingers quickly coming up to rip the material in half and leave you squirming. Nervously you look around again, but the tearing noise happened to coincide with a loud yell in the play, and no one seems to have noticed.
“Tengen!” You whisper sharply, one hand coming down to rest on his head as he throws your thighs over his shoulders. With nothing separating him, Tengen dives forward, pressing his nose against your entrance and deeply inhaling, audible to you even through the muffling fabric.
You don’t have time to react, though, as he immediately starts licking and sucking, the lewd noises filling and ringing in your ears as your eyes flutter closed, his precise movements and the aim of his tongue leaving your legs feeling weak. He sets a steady, moderate pace, his fingers slipping inside to curl and press against you. Your toes curl and your thighs clench around his head but it doesn’t seem to bother him, his free hand moving to clutch at the fat of your thigh as he moans against you.
It’s overwhelming and it’s not long before you’re right on the edge, one hand grasping at his hair through your kimono and the other tightly locked over your mouth to stop any moans from escaping. Your eyes are squeezed shut, the play entirely forgotten as you focus on not making any noise, but when Tenge suddenly speeds up the pace of his fingers to bully them directly against your spot, you can’t stop yourself.
You arch up out of the seat, thighs clenched so tightly around his head that for a moment you fear he’ll suffocate, slick gushing into his open mouth as your orgasm wrecks you. You’re trying to stay quiet but the chair is creaking under you and a few moans slip out, and it’s only when your eyes flutter open and the last pangs of pleasure wrack through your body that you notice the way a man roughly your age stares at you in shock from a few rows ahead, clearly aware of what just happened. You tremble, embarrassment eating you alive, but Tengen merely presses a kiss against your quivering thigh and returns to his seat, licking his licks and sucking each finger clean. The man quickly turns around, shoulders stiff and clearly uncomfortable in his chair, but Tengen merely reaches over and squeezes your hand, sending you a half-smirk, half-smile.
The rest of the play finishes painfully slowly, and once the lamps are relit you’re immediately glancing over at the man and looking away quickly when you catch eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Tengen follows your gaze and his eyes narrow for a moment, before he clears his throat and pulls you into a searing, heated kiss, much too loud and much too wet to be considered polite. A hand settles against your hair, pulling you deeper and keeping you trapped as he has his way with you.
The boy quickly walks away, practically scurrying out of the theater, and it’s only after the rest of the patrons leave that Tengen pulls back, eyes staying closed for a few moments.
He swallows, the taste of you heavy on his tongue. Grabbing your hand, he pushes it against the very prominent erection straining against his trousers. “Next time, I think you should return the favor.”
Mornings spent with you
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just thinking about this and blade
You began to stir awake, the feeling of open mouth kisses trailed along your neck as you felt a hand wandering your body. Pulling you back against the warmth of your boyfriend. A groan echoing in your ear as your eyes wanted to open but the sleep's grasp on your body was stronger than the pull that Blade had on you.
A whine was pulled from your lips as his hand trailed under your tank top hand molding around the mound. Pushing your hips back against his in protest as he rolled his back against yours in response. He was hard.
“Fuck.. princess” his voice filled the room, the gravel of need and desperation intertwined in the sleepiness. his body covering the back of yours, pinning you back to him with his arm. He could feel the need surging through him, the chaotic energy threatening to consume him, but in that moment, all he wanted was to consume you in return.
His hands slid down to your ass feeling the weight of it against his palm. Gods he loved it. He could feel your heat, your desire, and it only fueled his desperation that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. Blades lips never left your skin, his mouth marking you as his.
A whine left your lips as you tried to pull from him. Your hand came to wrap around his wrist as his hand slid up your thigh, pushing your sleep shorts out of the way. Blades fingers brushing against your core. He could feel your wetness, your readiness, and it made him groan, his hips rocking forward instinctively. Blade needed you, needed to be inside you, needed to lose himself in the tight, wet heat of your body.
“Mm.. Blade wh..what are you doing it's so early..” You mewled feeling his greedy hands roam your body. It wasn't like the two of you haven't had these conversations before. Having woken him up a million times with your head bobbing up and down on his cock. Remembering the feeling of his cum shooting down your throat.
"Good Morning Angel" he spoke, his voice low. His fingers circled your clit, teasing, tormenting, demanding your surrender. “Had a dirty dream about my little slut. Needed you so bad this morning. Y’feel it babygirl? Feel what you did to me? Cant even rest without you tormenting me.” Blade growled out as he ruts his hips against your ass to emphasize his words.
“When are you not needy Bladie?” You teased as he only scoffed in response. Pushing your shorts down as he gripped your thigh to rest over his own. Exposing your body to him as you move to let him have more access to your aching body.
“That's my good girl, always so ready for me aren't you” Blades voice dripped with lust as he pressed an open mouth kiss against your neck, feeling your arm wrap around the back of his head, letting you pull him down for a kiss.
“Always. Nobody else makes me feel as good as you do.” You let out a whine as a slap echoed the room, body jolting as his hand slapped your clit again. “Shit.. do that again.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he landed another slap against your bundle of nerves. Body jolting again as you let out a hitched breath. Your gaze met his, your hues were swimming with lust. Blades swimming with the same same desperation.
“Greedy girl," he rasped, before surging forward to capture your lips in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, stroking against you, tasting the honey and sin of them. He swallowed your breathy little moans, the way they whimpered and cried into his mouth.
Blades hand slid from your slit to your entrance, one long finger pushing inside your dripping heat. He groaned at the feel of your walls clenching around him, so tight and slick and perfect. Gods, but they were made for him.
"You want to be split open on my cock, sweetheart? I know you do. Gotta cum all over my fingers first baby." he purred darkly against your lips, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out of you clutching the sheets. His thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles over the swollen nub, feeling it throb against his touch. "Want to feel me deep inside this tight little cunt, fucking you so hard you forget your own name?"
His words were filthy at best. Mewls and whimpers fell from your parted lips. Mouth feeling dry from the heavy pants that passed through. Rocking your hips in pace with his fingers that made your stomach burn.
“Your fingers feel so good Blade! Ngh!” You rolled your hips in desperation “m’ gonna come on your fingers please can I? Please then I’ll take your cock please wanna come on your fingers too please!” You begged as you gripped at the sheets.
He curled his fingers just so perfectly, stroking that secret spot deep inside them that made them see stars. The words that rolled off your tongue were vulgar, dirty, and filled with a desperation that could be heard. You felt your breath hitch as he brushed against that spongy spot over and over again. Your vision went blurry as you came all over his fingers. A ringing in my ears, now realizing just how loud you had cried out his name.
The feel of his heavy cock, still constrained by the fabric of his sweats, dragging against your ass was exquisite torture. He ached to be inside them, to bury himself to the hilt in your wet heat and never withdraw until he'd pumped them full of his seed.
“Fuck look at you, such a mess.” His hand came in quick repeated slaps against the plump skin. Grabbing at the reddened skin. “Such a beautiful mess, my mess.” He mused as he pressed a deep kiss against your lips.
He withdrew his hand from between your legs, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. He made a show of licking them clean, his tongue lapping up every drop of your essence, savoring the taste of your arousal.
"Mmm, you taste divine, Look at this greedy little hole, already so empty and wanting," he murmurs, running a finger through the slick folds and feeling her clench around the intrusion. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to fill it up. Gonna pump you so full of cum, you'll be dripping for days."
he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Im going to fuck your pretty pussy, until your pretty little head is so empty the only thing you can think about is how I feel inside you.” His hand came to wrap around your throat, just enough pressure to get you to pay attention to his words. A lopsided smile curled at your lips. “Okay Bladie.” You spoke, already dazed from his voice and fingers alone.
Blade shifted as his hand pushed down his sweats. Freeing his cock from its confinements, a sigh of relief passed through his nose. His hand came to your thigh once more as he pushed your legs apart and pulled you closer. Slapping his cockhead against your enterance, a whine of protest echoed in the room.
Slowly Blade finally sides into your tight, wet heat. Engulfing him, surrounding him, squeezing him like a velvet vice. A guttural, animalistic groan tore from his throat as your nails dug into his shoulders, the sharp sting of pain only heightening his pleasure. The feeling of your body shuddering and quaking above him, coming undone on his cock, was almost more than Blade could bear.
With a low, possessive growl, Blade rolled your hips, He settled himself between your thighs, his cock buried deep inside your fluttering, sensitive flesh. Blade's mouth found yours in a searing, desperate kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste your moans and whimpers, to swallow the sweet sounds of your pleasure. His hands slid up your sides, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the tender flesh, feeling your nipples pebble against his palms.
He tore his mouth from yours to blaze a trail down your neck and chest with lips and teeth and tongue, pausing to leave his tongue over one straining peak before drawing it into the hot cavern of his mouth. Blade suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.
As he worked his way back up your body, Blade's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of your tight channel with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the bed and the harsh pants and groans of your mutual pleasure. His hand coming down to slap against your skin seemingly every other thrust of his hips.
"Shit baby," Blade rasped, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "You feel... ungh... so fucking good. So tight, so perfect, like you were made just for me."
"Come for me, baby, thats right thats fucking right." Blade commanded, his eyes dark and intense as they bored into yours. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock, let me feel your pleasure, your love, your everything. Give yourself to me, princess. Let me feel you fall apart."
With that, Blade captured your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing your scream of ecstasy as your second orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing and shaking against his, your walls clamping down around him like a silken fist. The feeling of your release, the way your body welcomed and embraced his own, pushed Blade over the edge. With a hoarse shout of your name, he spilled himself deep inside you, his hot seed filling you.
Heavy and ragged breaths filled the room as you felt blades hands soothe your skin. Gentle kisses pressed against your cheek and shoulder, your hand reaching for his own as you linked your fingers with his.
“What a way to be woken up, seems like someone was pent up more than normal huh” You spoke pushing yourself off his softening cock with a hiss. Turning to face him as you brushed his hair from his face.
“Maybe it's the mara, yeah it was definitely the mara that made me do it.” Blade chuckled as he pulled you closer again, bringing you in for a deep kiss.
“Yeah yeah, your last famous words huh. Ya know, you're lucky I love you.”
“You could say that. And yeah, I know. I'm crazy in love with you too.”
in terms of entirely green or entirely blue i didnt get bingo </3
if u disagree with my choices send me the most 'this will fix you.' fanfic in my ask box. or argue idc
MY ADDENDUMS BC I LIKE TO OVEREXPLAIN also original under the cut
i am so neutral about most tropes its all about delivery jgkdshkdshgdk .... some of the yellow i would even say i dislike but the delivery can make me like it
a lot of the blue ones i would enjoy if there were some sort of subversion from the 'typical'/expected, or there's some layers. like if its an age gap i prefer an older woman-younger man. i like gentle dom and sub. i like necro if its angsty or yandere.
omegaverse is the bane of my existence i'm sorry. it feels like gender roles but if we made it lgbt but also if they were just kinda cishet LMFAOOO but dw i see the appeal! obviously, since theres purple. also i think sex is just funner when ppl do it just because. not because they literally have no choice due to biology
size difference overrated i'm sorry. i see the appeal though.
i made servitude orange but realistically i would enjoy it if its willing/devoted servitude. i was imagining forced servitude i guess.
This was fun and also felt pretty accurate to who I am as a writer/content consumer. Some of these are also way more flexible and aren't a hard "no" but def. depends on the writer and characters involved!
Thanks for the tag @hauntedhokage
No Pressure Tags: @hayatoseyepatch @sandwitchstories @littleplantfreak @sunmerberrie
AHHH @akiisks thank you so so much for yet another amazing commission ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა I am absolutely beyond smitten with it, and you, my love!! All your little touches just have me swooning over and over again, I can’t stop looking at it. (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)❤︎︎
Praise Be - Kafka Hibino x Fem!Reader
CW: NSFW. Established relationship, corny Kafka Hibino, praise, worship, pet names, missionary and cowgirl. || Minors Do Not Interact || WC: 993 || As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Praising you comes as easy to Kafka Hibino as putting his life on the line daily as a member of the Kaiju Defense Force—in other words, it’s as easy as breathing.
At first, you thought it would eventually taper off as it does in most relationships when the honeymoon period ends. Because isn’t the chase the fun part?
But as weeks turned into months and you both drifted into that comfortable lull that most relationships eventually enter, the compliments didn’t stop; they just became soul-achingly personal to you.
Walking through the halls at HQ, he’ll wiggle his eyebrows, give you an exaggerated wink, and shoot you the finger guns. “Looking good, beautiful!”
Hoshina cackles as he walks past you both. “Oh, he’s down bad.”
But the opinions of others don’t matter because Kafka would yell it from the top of the tallest and most dangerous Kaiju’s head for all to hear if it meant making you crack a smile.
Leaning over your shoulder as you type away a time-sensitive report, his eyes scan the screen as he exhales—firm and steady like his adoration for you. “Fuck you’re smart. How did I get so lucky?”
And in the privacy of his quarters—where you both can be raw, unfiltered, authentically each other—he describes you in ways no one ever has.
Full lips caress the tip of your ear, warm breath curling the loose strands of your hair as you lose yourselves in one another.
His hips continue their steady, deep strokes, each thrust pushing him a little deeper, a little harder, until he could feel the head of his cock kissing something that feels impossibly deep and deliciously sensitive.
“You’re breathtaking.” His voice cracks with sincerity and something untempered.
“Everything about you is perfect—the way your lips wrap around my name, how you touch me when you want it deeper, how you gasp when it’s just right.”
It’s enough to make you blush, which you do, as you bite your lip. But the persistent heat to your cheeks doesn’t stop your body from asking for more. For everything.
With a groan, strong, calloused yet gentle hands grip your hip, pulling you flush against him as if you two could be any closer.
“Perfect arch, baby girl.”
“You make my chest ache so good when you look at me like that, baby.”
“Let me make you feel good with this cock—a cock that’s only meant to serve you.”
“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty.”
Not with words but with a roll of your hips, you show him exactly where you want him to drag his length, which spot he needs to kiss with the tip of the most intimate part of himself to make your breathing grow ragged.
“Yeah, right there? Just like that, gorgeous.” Smoldering eyes sweep over you, combined with a deep chuckle that makes your spine tingle.
“God, y-you’re going to break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth as he sinks into a spot that has eyes fluttering like he just tasted the most decadent sweetest thing.
Despite the state—and position—he has you in, you look up at him, eyes eclipsing with something that makes Kafka audibly swallow.
“Do you want to be broken, Kafka Hibino?”
“Y-yes, please,” he chokes out, eyes devouring every inch of you. And you swear you can hear the beating of his heart as you coax him onto his back.
And so you ride him like you desire to break him, but right when he’s on the verge of shattering, you slow the rotation of your hips, drawing out something between a needy whimper and a frustrated groan from those same lips used to praise you moments before.
He loves you like this—powerful, comfortable in your own skin, and absolutely glowing.
“I’ve never felt this good in my fucking life! You’re everything, baby. You’re the sun, the moon, the fucking universe. No, you’re more.”
You lean down, offering a thumb between his lips, which he suckles greedily and without apology. “You say that every time.”
And he might be babiling and rambling words of praise at you like he’s delivering a sermon to parched ears, but your statement sobers him briefly off his pussy-drunkenness. “I don’t take any of this lightly.”
For a moment, your hips still as you look down at him—really look—at the vulnerability, yet steadfast certainty in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of you.”
Your brow furrows in reflective contemplation. Being in someone’s dream, especially someone like Kafka, is not only deep, it’s serious.
“But it turns out that reality is way better than the dream. This,” he gently squeezes your hip, “is everything.”
Eyes softening and heart aching, you continue your movements. You both gasp from the friction, which somehow feels sharper, like you were both experiencing life in blurred, dull Polaroids and now those same pictures have been developed in full, vivid color.
His hips tilt upward—once, twice—as if he’s testing the waters of his own limits before he begins to buck up to meet your erratic undulations.
“I would be everything and anything you’d need me to be if it meant experiencing you like this until the day I die.”
God, it’s a steady stream with him, but you don’t mind. Hell, it manages to stoke the flames of your stamina, allowing you to ignore that tell-tale burn in your thighs that usually precedes you rolling off and allowing him to retake the reins. No, you want to finish him off this way.
“You already are everything, Kafka Hibino. Now stop talking and let me break you like I promised.”
Kafka’s eyes nearly roll to the heavens as you hit a spot that makes him leak and twitch.
“You are literal bliss, baby. I can’t get enough of you. Take exactly what you need cuz I wanna give it to you.”
It never stops.
@pixelcafe-network @hayatoseyepatch
Might be back on my bullshit but not entirely sure. Regardless, I am foaming at the mouth for Kafka Hibino.
Pairings: Togame, Kotoha, Suo, Nirei, Umemiya, Chika, Endo, Haruka x fem reader (separate)
Warnings: its smut, visual links, grinding, kneading, p n v, toy use, marking mentioned, bj, boobjob, semi public.
Notes: all characters are aged up I fear this is self explanatory. there are some bonus ones at the bottom that I came across that I think would fit characters and pairings :) some chars have more links than others - it tired my best to find links that fit with.
How Togame just comes over to you while you’re bent over picking something up and just slaps your ass so hard you’re almost tumbling over. Togame loves when you look over your shoulder at him in shock afterwards. He loves to just cup and grab and knead at your ass. He can’t help himself, its so grounding for him in so many ways. It’s so bouncy and he just can’t help the feeling of how full it is in his hand he really can’t help himself. Especially when you’re bouncing on his cock and the skin to skin contact drives him mad. Togame also can’t keep his hands to himself ever. You'll find him running his hands over your thighs, over your chest kneading and tweaking at your nipples. Togame has called them his fidget toys and helps him keep calm when he's overtired. however he is not riddled with tiredness and just wanted to feel your hardened buds against his hands.
How Kotoha will spend hours between your legs, eating you out, having came more than once already on his tongue, having lost count. Begging for her to stop as you can't take anymore. But she's so drunk on your pussy and how your thighs muffled the sounds of your moans and cries she can't get enough of it. Her hands are always on your thighs, having your back against her chest. Loving the way your back felt against her breasts as she pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, hand pressed against your thighs keeping your legs spread open. Kotoha loves how they tremble under her grasp, how soft they are when she rubs her hands over them. How they jiggle with each step you take.
Now, Suo.. he loves when there's extra plush to hold when he fucks you. he loves watching your tits bounce as you struggle to ride him, begging for him to take over because your thighs hurt and can't do anymore. Although he always says you can keep going. He might let you have a break. He just cant get enough of your expressions and the tears that prick at your pretty eyes. He will just reach out and twist your sensitive nubs pulling you closer as he takes one in his mouth before he starts thrusting into you, you said you wanted a break after all. He wants his thighs covered in your slick, Suo won't be satisfied until you have to change the sheets from how soaked they are and you're on the verge of passing out.
Nirei at the end of the day is a virgin at best. He wants you in so many different ways when he first saw you naked, he almost came untouched. Just feeling your boobs brush against him through his shirt he's hard. He couldn't help himself. The amount of times he was alone looking at the pictures you've sent him filled his phone. Having to palm himself to feel just a bit of relief. It doesn't last long as his shirt fills the space between his teeth, sweat droplets forming on his forehead as he pumps his cock in his hand. Eyes straining on his phone. It doesn't matter where he is, what time it is, he's just hard. He's so sweet, and even went as far as trying to figure out things he would like. and will use your tits to get himself off when the two of you finally cross that bridge. Each thrust as you hold your tits together and sucking and licking on his oh so sensitive tip has his knees buckling before he can even finish. The best part, he wasnt allowed to touch you either~
Umemiya loves you, and your ass. Walking around the house in nothing but his t-shirt and seeing the teasing glances of your cheeks poking out gets him every single time. Itching to dig his fingertips in the plush. Sometimes replays the video he has of it Thinking about it nearly sends him over the edge every time. He curses himself out when he thinks about you in public, always begging you on the phone, locked in the bathroom to send him something as it was your fault after all that his cock was straining so much in his pants. Heaving pants that he desperately tried to conceal but anyone that were to come into the bathroom would know exactly what he was up to. He was sure going to send the videos to you too just as a reminder. Umemiya was always sure to tell you that if you didn't hurry up that he could get caught and that you would have to take care of his little problem when he got home, and wouldn't that seem like a good time? Not when he had to go all the way home, achingly hard and flustered. Or maybe it is actually a really good time.
Chika on one hand loves to leave marks all over your body, but his favorite place to leave them is on your thighs. He will spend hours just teasing your body, leaving bite marks and kisses telling you how beautiful you are. Fingers deep inside your cunt making sure you're fully prepped and ready for his cock. He will trail down your body inch by inch but he will spend most of his time on your thighs, giving them the attention they deserve. Grabbing at them, biting where you're most sensitive, tugging on his hair trying to lead him where you want him most just for him to go right back to your thighs. Chika hears your whimpers and cries for him to do something, even if it's just a kitten lick, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable. Needy years collecting along your lash line, Grabbing at his forearms, it doesn't go unnoticed. He's just not done yet.
Endo is going to be sure that your hair is done, he doesn't care how much it costs. Your nails will always be done to perfection. Sending him a picture of your fresh set as you did every single time, he couldn't wait for you to get back. Head thrown back as your hand worked his cock, throaty groans leave his parted lips. His eyes strained on your pretty dainty hands, Fuck he loved them. Seeing how big he was in your hand made his head fuzzy. Dumping his load, grunts filling the air although he knew how you would get carried away, still pumping his now sensitive dick. He couldn't stop you, he wouldn't even. Not when your hands were coated in a milky white and you seemed to be having such a good time toying with him.
Haruka loves every single thing about you, but the one thing that can’t compare to anyone else no matter the size or beauty. Haruka loved your eyes, your nose, your laugh and even the way you ranted and raved about your shitty day. However, the one thing he seems to be yearning for the most is the way you smell. Nobody has the same scent as you. He wasn't sure if it was the combination of products or what, but nobody could ever be you. He loves to nuzzle his nose against your neck as his tongue drags up the column of your throat. Worshipping your body before he does anything. The way your fingertips tugged at his soft strands. Soft grunts leaving his lips in quick breaths, sinking his cock deep inside your warm gummy walls. Feeling how you suck him in so deliciously, it made his knees buckle and shake every single time. He is such a sensitive man after all. He could have your sweatshirt or even used panties pressed to his nose as he ruts into his pillow that never felt the same as your cunt. You ruined him, and he was just fine with that.
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Praise Be - Kafka Hibino x Fem!Reader
CW: NSFW. Established relationship, corny Kafka Hibino, praise, worship, pet names, missionary and cowgirl. || Minors Do Not Interact || WC: 993 || As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Praising you comes as easy to Kafka Hibino as putting his life on the line daily as a member of the Kaiju Defense Force—in other words, it’s as easy as breathing.
At first, you thought it would eventually taper off as it does in most relationships when the honeymoon period ends. Because isn’t the chase the fun part?
But as weeks turned into months and you both drifted into that comfortable lull that most relationships eventually enter, the compliments didn’t stop; they just became soul-achingly personal to you.
Walking through the halls at HQ, he’ll wiggle his eyebrows, give you an exaggerated wink, and shoot you the finger guns. “Looking good, beautiful!”
Hoshina cackles as he walks past you both. “Oh, he’s down bad.”
But the opinions of others don’t matter because Kafka would yell it from the top of the tallest and most dangerous Kaiju’s head for all to hear if it meant making you crack a smile.
Leaning over your shoulder as you type away a time-sensitive report, his eyes scan the screen as he exhales—firm and steady like his adoration for you. “Fuck you’re smart. How did I get so lucky?”
And in the privacy of his quarters—where you both can be raw, unfiltered, authentically each other—he describes you in ways no one ever has.
Full lips caress the tip of your ear, warm breath curling the loose strands of your hair as you lose yourselves in one another.
His hips continue their steady, deep strokes, each thrust pushing him a little deeper, a little harder, until he could feel the head of his cock kissing something that feels impossibly deep and deliciously sensitive.
“You’re breathtaking.” His voice cracks with sincerity and something untempered.
“Everything about you is perfect—the way your lips wrap around my name, how you touch me when you want it deeper, how you gasp when it’s just right.”
It’s enough to make you blush, which you do, as you bite your lip. But the persistent heat to your cheeks doesn’t stop your body from asking for more. For everything.
With a groan, strong, calloused yet gentle hands grip your hip, pulling you flush against him as if you two could be any closer.
“Perfect arch, baby girl.”
“You make my chest ache so good when you look at me like that, baby.”
“Let me make you feel good with this cock—a cock that’s only meant to serve you.”
“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty.”
Not with words but with a roll of your hips, you show him exactly where you want him to drag his length, which spot he needs to kiss with the tip of the most intimate part of himself to make your breathing grow ragged.
“Yeah, right there? Just like that, gorgeous.” Smoldering eyes sweep over you, combined with a deep chuckle that makes your spine tingle.
“God, y-you’re going to break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth as he sinks into a spot that has eyes fluttering like he just tasted the most decadent sweetest thing.
Despite the state—and position—he has you in, you look up at him, eyes eclipsing with something that makes Kafka audibly swallow.
“Do you want to be broken, Kafka Hibino?”
“Y-yes, please,” he chokes out, eyes devouring every inch of you. And you swear you can hear the beating of his heart as you coax him onto his back.
And so you ride him like you desire to break him, but right when he’s on the verge of shattering, you slow the rotation of your hips, drawing out something between a needy whimper and a frustrated groan from those same lips used to praise you moments before.
He loves you like this—powerful, comfortable in your own skin, and absolutely glowing.
“I’ve never felt this good in my fucking life! You’re everything, baby. You’re the sun, the moon, the fucking universe. No, you’re more.”
You lean down, offering a thumb between his lips, which he suckles greedily and without apology. “You say that every time.”
And he might be babiling and rambling words of praise at you like he’s delivering a sermon to parched ears, but your statement sobers him briefly off his pussy-drunkenness. “I don’t take any of this lightly.”
For a moment, your hips still as you look down at him—really look—at the vulnerability, yet steadfast certainty in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of you.”
Your brow furrows in reflective contemplation. Being in someone’s dream, especially someone like Kafka, is not only deep, it’s serious.
“But it turns out that reality is way better than the dream. This,” he gently squeezes your hip, “is everything.”
Eyes softening and heart aching, you continue your movements. You both gasp from the friction, which somehow feels sharper, like you were both experiencing life in blurred, dull Polaroids and now those same pictures have been developed in full, vivid color.
His hips tilt upward—once, twice—as if he’s testing the waters of his own limits before he begins to buck up to meet your erratic undulations.
“I would be everything and anything you’d need me to be if it meant experiencing you like this until the day I die.”
God, it’s a steady stream with him, but you don’t mind. Hell, it manages to stoke the flames of your stamina, allowing you to ignore that tell-tale burn in your thighs that usually precedes you rolling off and allowing him to retake the reins. No, you want to finish him off this way.
“You already are everything, Kafka Hibino. Now stop talking and let me break you like I promised.”
Kafka’s eyes nearly roll to the heavens as you hit a spot that makes him leak and twitch.
“You are literal bliss, baby. I can’t get enough of you. Take exactly what you need cuz I wanna give it to you.”
It never stops.
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Might be back on my bullshit but not entirely sure. Regardless, I am foaming at the mouth for Kafka Hibino.
The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the chirping insects and distant nightly birds filling the quiet space as Mydei leaned back against the couch. Documents scattered across his coffee table had long since been forgotten. You had came in, offering him some dinner. Missing him, missing his touch and how his voice sounded in your ear.
Setting in his lap the warmth of your body against his was grounding. Steady exhales of your breaths soothing against his neck, as your head rested against his shoulder. Your fingers idling playing with the necklace, as they traced over each divot and craving. However, Mydei wasn't interested in the delicious food that was sitting on the table. Mydei craved the meal that was sitting in his lap instead.
One hand slid up your back, his fingers tracing the dip in your back ghosting over your shirt. The warmth radiated off your body would normally put him to sleep. His hand wandered up under the loose fabric, his fingertips feeling the smooth skin against his own. Pressing a kiss against your head only for his other hand to come to cup your cheek tilting your head up meet his gaze. His orange iris’ bore into your own as he captured your lips with his own.
Mydei broke the kiss, his breathing heavier, though his composure remained otherwise intact, for now. His fingers traced patterns against your skin, his touch softening briefly as if to balance the intensity of moments prior. Yet there was an underlying tension in the way he held you, a promise of more should you allow it. You could feel it too, the weight of the tension that settled in the room. The heat radiating off his body, the way his breathing that was usually calm and steady had slight hitches so them.
Images of when he last had you flooded his head like a movie. Could almost remember how you tasted on his tongue. How your nails had dug into his flesh, how your eyes rolled back in ecstasy from the pleasure he brought you as you hit your peak. His hands came to your hips as he nudged you from his shoulder. Meeting his gaze, you tilt your head as a form of a silent question.
“I need you, now.” His voice was low, almost demanding. “Let me do the work tonight, I want to watch you strip for me first though.”
“Oh? It seems like someone is in a mood tonight. If you wish, ” You murmured as you rested your hands on his shoulders to push yourself up from his lap standing up fully as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it at his face with a soft laugh. Mydei caught your shirt effortless, his reflexes sharp as always. He tossed it carelessly to the side, his gaze never leaving your now exposed form. Your fingers moving to unclasp your bra letting it hit the floor, the soft thud that came with it.
Slowly running your hands down your chest and stomach, as if guiding his eyes lower and lower, hooking your fingers on your shorts and panties as you slid both articles of clothing off. Letting them pool around your ankles as you kicked them away. His eyes raked over your curves hungrily, taking in every dip and swell, committing it to memory. His breath hitching as he drank your features in. His tongue peeked from his lips to wet them.
Predatory eyes watched as you undressed, not even the gods would force him to take his off your body. Slowly baring yourself completely to him, he couldn't help the low growl that rumbled in his chest. As he watched you, his hand came to palm his throbbing cock annoyed by the restraint his pants caused he lifted his hips as he pushed him down his thighs hissing at the cold air kissing his blushed cock.
“Is this what you want my darling Mydeimos?” You mused as you slowly as your hands rested against him and moved to straddled his lap once more, sliding your hands to his chest, pressing your lips against his cheek, trailing down his neck. Mydei tilted his head to give you better access, a shiver running through him at the feel of your mouth against his skin.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, lust and unwavering need swimming in the ambered depths.
"Exactly what I want," he murmured, his voice rough and low. His tongue darted through parted lips to wet them. His hands slid up your back, spanning the width of it, before tangling in your hair. He tugged lightly, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your pulse point before he nipped sharply, soothing the sting with his tongue.
Mydei’s fingers slid down to your ass, squeezing the plush flesh roughly as he ground you against his now bare cock. He was hard, aching, the thick length throbbing against your core. He rocked into you, the friction delicious even through the thin fabric of his boxers. His breath grew heavier, his grip on your hips tightening as he guided you to meet his thrusts.
"That's it, baby girl," he praised, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Ride me just like this. Take what you need." His hand slapping your ass as he gripped the heating skin in his palm
His words were filthy, dripping with raw need, the rumble in his chest of heavy pants and This was his way of worshipping you, of showing you the depths of his want, his need. He wanted to consume you, devour you in every single way he could think of. This wasn't like him, he craved every single ounce of your being.
An airy moan passed your lips as he tangled his hand in your hair with the gentle tug. Biting your lip as his lips pressed against your skin. His teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh.
Gently gripping his biceps as he rocked against you. You gazed into his orange hues for a moment as he spoke. Nodding as you ghosted over his cheek with my finger tips. Mydei’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt your fingertips ghost over his cheek, your lips pressing softly against his. The gentle kiss was a stark contrast to the rough grip he had on your hair, the sharp sting of his teeth on your skin. He savored the sweetness of it, even as his body ached for more, more of you.
Reaching down between your bodies, reaching down using his cock, sliding the tip of his cock between your wet folds feeling the tip brushing against your aching clit.
You slowly rocked your hips up catching his tip at your entrance a few times teasing his sensitive tip by only sinking down enough for it to enter. You giggled against his lips hearing his frustrated grunt. Letting out a whiny moan as you finally sunk down on his length.
He groaned lowly as you teased him, your hips rolling up to catch only the tip of his cock before slipping away. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he tried to pull you down, to force you to take him inside. But you resisted, your giggle ringing in his ears like a challenge.
When you finally sank down on his length, taking him to the hilt, he couldn't hold back the guttural moan that tore from his throat. His head fell back against the chair, his eyes squeezing shut at the exquisite pleasure of your tight heat enveloping him. He was big, stretching you in a way that bordered on pain and pleasure.
"Fuck..." he breathed, his voice strained. His hands slid up your back, splaying across your shoulder blades as he held you close. He rocked into you, his hips lifting to meet yours, driving himself deeper into your core. "You feel so good, baby girl. You feel me inside you, Bet youre so full right now, wanna make your head spin pretty girl.”
He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. It was filthy and rough, a dance of dominance and submission, of give and take. He poured all of his lust, all of his desire into it, until you were both left breathless and wanting.
"That's it, mmh, there you go, you can do it. Take it like the good girl I know you are." he growled against your lips, the praise rolling off his tongue in waves. "Take every fucking inch of my cock, baby you can do it”
He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his hips against yours. His fingers slid down to your thighs, pushing them up and out, opening you wider to him. He wanted to split you in half with the force of his desire, to claim you as his own. Mydeis mouth found yours in a searing, desperate kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste your moans and whimpers. He wanted to swallow the sweet sounds of your pleasure. His hands slid up your sides, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the tender flesh.
You had no idea what had gotten him so riled up, so desperate for your touch. Your own hands snaked up his body, the kiss was messy. Saliva threatened to drip as you devoured each other. Your fingers found his hair, tangling in the blonde and red strands.
Mydei tore his mouth from yours, a strand of saliva snapping against your chin as he began to trail down your neck to your chest, pausing to let his tongue pass over the marks he created. Lowering his head to your chest as his hand gripped your breast in his hand as his tongue lolled out to take one straining peak into the hot cavern of his mouth. Mydei suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. His grappling grip on your frame was surely going to leave bruises by the time he was done with you.
As he works his way back down your body with his hands gripping your thighs as leverage. His cock sliding in and out of your tight channel with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the couch and the harsh pants and groans of your mutual pleasure.
"Fuck, baby," Mydei rasped, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "You feel... ungh... so fucking good. Ngh, so perfect, gotta mold you to my cock, make sure your pretty pussy cries for only me, Shit.”
“Ah M-Mydei what's gotten into you?!” You cried out as you gripped his shoulders to provide some sort of balance to not topple over against him. However the harsh thrusts of his hips, how relentless he was being, your arms caved in as you buried your face in his neck as heavy pants ripped through your chest. Feeling each pass of his cock, every ridge and bump. Rolling your hips down to match his thrusts as your nails clawed at his shoulder
“Shit.. Mydei! I'm close please!” You whimpered against his skin, you were only met with a chuckle as one hand left your hip and slid between your bodies as his thumb began to work on your clit. Feeling your thighs tremble under the pleasure.
“Go ahead sweetheart, make a mess all over your cock. Show me just how much you love when I fuck you stupid.” He grunted out as he felt himself getting close. Feeling his balls begin to tighten, the heavy breathes that passed through his lips, feeling hot against your skin.
With the permission and the crudeness of his words had your head thrown back as a broken gasp of ecstasy rippled through your veins. The rush passed through like a truck hitting you hard as your body trembled in his arms as you felt a warmth filling you. The pulses of his cock bobbing in your dripping cunt.
His hands soothed over your skin as Mydei pressed kisses against your skin. Gentle words of praise as you slowly came down from your high. Slipping from your heat as a hiss passed through his lips as he pets your head. “You did so well baby. So so well.” Mydei spoke softly as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. “Let's go get you cleaned up and get ready for bed, yeah?”
You could only muster up a nod as he wiped down your body in your dazed state, spent and wanting nothing more than to get a good nights rest. Mydei picked you up as he carried you to the shared bed and tucked you in, as he got in on the other side. Bringing you close to his chest as he protectively warped his arms around your body.
“Goodnight my sweet love.” Mydei spoke as he turned out the lights.
The night was filled with the chirping of crickets and the soft snores between the both of you (even tho Mydeis snores much louder and refuses to admit it)
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