it would end up being a tradition for them, they gotta get their daily WAP listen in
they’re getting ready to fight a titan & connie is like yo hold up one sec and then they play it and bop out and once it’s over he like nods at the titan and is like ight continue
suguru’s face drops, like the nature of what you’ve just asked him is much, much worse than it is.
your best friend’s gaze slowly flicks over to the man sitting alone in front of you, typing away on his laptop only a couple yards away.
“that nanami?” he sighs.
you watch kento pause to take a long sip of whatever foamy drink he’s nursing, running lithe hand through the shaggy bangs you’ve daydreamed about more times than humanly possible.
“yes him, who else?”
“how many times are you going to ask me that this week? i don’t know.” the catty tilt in your best friend's tone is unsurprising.
it’s quiet for a bit, suguru returning to his homeowork without so much as a peep. you consider asking again, maybe rephrasing the question differently. he had to know something. anything to clue you in on whether or not your efforts to woo the campus’ hottest nerd were in vain.
suguru can feel your train of thought from a mile away, dragging a hand down his face before speaking up a little louder than he needs to.
“oh for fucks sake—kento! you single?”
you were 100% going to kill him for that. maybe sneak into his dorm and smother him with a pillow tonight. the only tangible solution to offset the way your adrenaline spikes and your stomach drops.
the man behind you perks up at the noise, scanning the library with a confused look until his attention settles on you. not suguru, but you.
the blond stands, making his way over to you, eyes narrowed with intrigue. your stomach twists, half anxiety half anticipation.
nanami stops at the edge of the table, smiling down at you with a kindness you're not even sure you deserve on account of suguru's behavior.
"so?" your best friend pries. head resting in the palm of his hand.
“well is he asking me, or are you?” nanami holds your gaze, drumming five perfectly manicured fingers against the table you kind of wish you could disappear into right now
“me— uh. sorry.” you breathe, not quite knowing what you’re apologizing for.
you glance over at suguru, silently pleading for some backup. something, anything to alleviate what will probably go down as the most humiliating confrontation of your life.
your friend obliges you, holding in a laugh while he speaks.
“y’know you should probably be nicer when a girl is asking you out.” he jests.
“is that what you’re doing?” nanami sounds perfectly composed, eyes never leaving your own. you don’t know whether to blush or flinch with how steadily he’s looking down at you through his fringe. taking in every minute expression that crosses on your face.
you clear your throat, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve.
“would you..” you’re not even sure how to phrase it without sounding ridiculous. “do you want to grab lunch sometime? like… together?” was that a solid proposal? did nanami even do lunch?
the blond pretends to mull your offer over, leaving you suspended in amber for what feels like an eternity.
“i’d like that.” nanami tells you. he sounds softer around the edges now, kinder. almost like he’s rewarding you for coming out and telling him what you wanted.
suguru could honestly win an award with how wide the smile on his face is, taunting you in your peripheral with a saccharine sweet look that says “i told you so” louder than words ever could.
tw: rough sex, breeding talk, cum play, degradation/praise
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Everyone was terrified of him.
Abrasive. Sharp-tongued. Quick to anger. Even the other Hashira kept their distance when his temper flared.
And sure, you got the rough edges, the blunt words, the scowl — but you also got the way he pressed bowls of food into your hands after missions, muttering that you were “too damn skinny.” The way he pulled the blanket higher over you when you slept, grumbling about how you “never know how to take care of yourself.” And, sometimes, the way he suggested you quit being a Hashira altogether.
“You don’t need this shit.” He’d snap, scarred arms crossed. “I can take care of you.”
You always waved him off. He always clicked his tongue, muttering curses under his breath.
But when he fucked you, he always made sure you remembered.
Bent over his futon, his cock slamming into you so hard the floor boards creaked, you could barely get a word out. Every thrust knocked the breath from your lungs, your moans pitched high and needy, eyes rolling as your walls fluttered around his girth.
“Fuck - listen to you.” He grunted, one big hand gripping your waist so hard you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. The other slid up, rough palm catching your jaw, forcing your head back until you were looking at him over your shoulder. His scarred face was flushed, jaw tight. “So fuckin’ desperate for me.”
“Sanemi -” You whined, voice breaking, “s-so deep - ”
“Yeah? You like that?” He rasped, snapping his hips forward until your ass collided with his pelvis, the lewd clap echoing through the room. “Like my cock stuffin’ you full, huh?”
Your answer was another broken moan, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he angled deeper, pounding into that spot that made your legs shake.
“Gonna knock you up like this.” He growled, hand squeezing your jaw tighter, thumb pressing against your cheek. “Then you can’t be a Hashira. Can’t run around swingin’ swords when you’re carrying my kid.”
Your pussy clenched hard around him at that, a whine tearing from your throat. You tried to retort. Tried to tell him he was insane, that you weren’t quitting for anything - but all that came out was a sobbed, “N-no - ah, fuck - ”
He smirked, sweat dripping down his temple, his thrusts only getting rougher. “What’s that? Can’t even talk? Too busy squeezin’ my cock like your cunt’s beggin’ me to breed you?”
“Sanemi - please - ”
“Please what?” His tone was sharp, but his eyes softened just a fraction as he leaned closer, chest pressed to your back. “Please give it to you? Please fuck you full so you’ve got no choice but to stay home and let me take care of you?”
You panted his name, body shuddering as your orgasm hit, walls clenching down around him in hot pulses. His grip tightened, a guttural groan ripping from his chest as he drove in deep, spilling into you with a hiss.
Even then, he didn’t stop. He fucked his cum into you with slow, grinding thrusts, making sure every drop stayed buried inside before he finally pulled out.
You barely caught your breath before you felt his scarred fingers at your swollen folds, pushing his seed back into you.
He didn’t say anything, just watched the way it slid back in, thumb catching the mess.
Then he bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to your spine, scarred hands still spread over your hips. He stayed there for a moment, forehead resting between your shoulder blades.
Silent, rough palms smoothing up your sides, he thought about how good you’d look carrying his baby. How easy it would be for you to quit, to let him take care of everything. His little pretty wife. His to protect.
sanemi loves fucking your thighs, especially if he comes home to you asleep. you just look so cute with your cheeks smashed into the pillow and his clothes draping your frame. you always like to wear something of his when he's away on missions, and seeing your bare thighs peeking out of his haori turns his cock to stone. he undresses and slips in beside you. you're so warm and soft; sanemi sucks in a breath through his teeth when you shift against him. his haori smells like you now, and that's all he can think of with you pliant in his arms like this, his cock throbbing along your lower back. careful not to wake you, he nudges your legs apart and settles himself between your silken thighs, pumping slowly so he won't wake you. slick gathers at the top of your thighs, little gasps falling from your mouth while he works himself slowly. "my darling wife, waiting here just for me."
giyuu is definitely a virgin when you two first meet, so when he realizes how much he wants you like that™, he does everything he can to avoid you. he doesn't know what to do with these feelings of possession and feral need that you evoke in him, so he decides that being on mission constantly will prevent him from slipping up and making you uncomfortable. after all, how likely is it that you like him, too? but then you corner him, demanding answers, and something in him collapses. "I need you," he admits, watching you closely for signs of disgust. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything." you answer by tugging his mouth to yours, gently guiding his inexperienced lips with your own. when he feels how wet you get for him later, your pussy soaking his chin, your hands tugging on his hair and telling him how well he's doing, he can't help but spill himself onto the sheets.
shinobu likes to experiment in everything she does, and how hard she can make you cum is one of her favorite pastimes. she'll coat the tip of her tongue with just enough venom to make your clit sting and buzz, jumping for attention while she spreads your wetness all over her fingers. "I know they're not very big," she says to you in that soft, lilting voice. "but they can make my pretty girl cum, can't they?" whenever you're out together, shinobu makes you wear vaginal beads soaked in an aphrodisiac of her own design, delighting in the way you squirm and shift throughout the night. "please stay still, dear," she'll tell you, eyes flashing in subtle warning. "you don't need to go home already, do you?"
douma lets you leave so he can hunt you through the woods, scenting your fear on the wind. he's silent in his capture; one minute you're gasping for air behind a tree, the next his voice is a sinister coo in your ear: "found you." his teeth sink into the meat of your neck as his arms cage you in close. "you're trembling, but your blood's sweet with your desire." one nail presses into the hollow of your throat. "did you want to be found, pet?" he hauls you on top of his thigh. "go on then, you dirty thing. get yourself off and make your blood sing." shame mixes into your arousal when you start shifting in his grasp, pressure building in your abdomen. he holds you upright as you cum. "maybe then i'll let you live, hmm?"
gyomei is too big - like battering-ram, will-kill-you-if-you-take-it big - and he knows it. he never pressures you to take his cock, is more than content getting you off with just his fingers, but you eventually get fed up with him evading your touch. "i want to please you, too," you wheedle and whine, and so he caves one night, letting you undress him, your soft hands stiffening his cock before he can stop it. he's so big and heavy that he hangs even when fully erect, and you can't help but be intimidated and a little in awe. just the tip of him is enough to make your pussy stretch obscenely, your legs spread wide to fit the width of his hips. "perfect," gyomei mutters, tears filling his eyes. "you feel so good, my darling." he doesn't finish inside you because he's afraid to lose control. he pulls out and finishes on your belly, rocking two fingers inside you to keep you full during your own orgasm.
akaza doesn't care how many times you've cum - if he thinks you can give him another, you're giving him another. he's memorized your tells, knows where to apply pressure and how, until you're a keening, babbling mess whose eyes never stray from his. "look at who's doing this to you," he'll say, your ankles up by his ears, one arm locked around your thighs. "look at how good you look defiled by a demon's cum."
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