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[sunandflame]

Ice Inside

You weren’t trying to tease him—but judging by the way Kuzan’s eyes locked onto your chest, that stretched old shirt might as well have been lingerie.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, breast worship, fingering, ice kink

Word Count: 1398

Pairing: Kuzan (Aokiji) x AFAB!Reader

crossposted on AO3

You hadn’t planned to wear anything special. It was hot, humid, and your clothes stuck to you with every step. So you threw on an old shirt—worn cotton, a bit stretched over time, the neckline scooped lower than you remembered. It hugged your chest enough to make your cleavage noticeable.

Apparently, very noticeable.

“You doin’ that on purpose?”

You looked up from the book in your lap. Kuzan stood in the doorway, towel slung over one bare shoulder, hair still damp from a shower. His eyes weren't on your face. They were locked, blatantly, unrepentantly, on your chest.

Your eyebrow arched. “Doing what?”

“Letting those bazongas breathe like that,” he said, drawling the word with slow reverence, like it was sacred. “That shirt's got ‘murder weapon’ written all over it.”

You snorted. “Seriously? Bazongas?”

“What, you want me to be poetic? Fine.” He stepped into the room, tossing the towel aside. “Twin miracles. Mountains of distraction. Divine pillows of—”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, but his gaze didn’t waver. It got heavier. Hotter. You knew that look.

Kuzan sauntered toward the couch like he had all the time in the world, lazily dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands slid over your thighs, coaxing them apart just slightly so he could nestle between.

“You been wearin’ this the whole time I was in the shower?” he murmured, voice low and amused as his thumbs brushed the hem of your shirt. “Walkin’ around with these gorgeous tits just… out like that?”

“They’re not out,” you shot back, but your voice caught when he leaned in.

“They’re begging for attention,” he murmured against your sternum. “And I’m a generous man.”

Then his tongue traced a slow, lazy line along the swell of one breast. His fingers slipped beneath the neckline and pulled the fabric wider, exposing you just enough for his mouth to close around your nipple, still half-covered.

You gasped, hips shifting, hands curling in his hair as he sucked—slow, unhurried, like he had all day to worship you. And he did.

“Goddamn,” he growled softly, voice vibrating against your skin, “can’t get enough of these.”

You bit your lip, the pressure of his mouth turning hot and desperate. “Kuzan—”

“Shh,” he muttered, reaching up to tug the shirt off entirely. “Let me appreciate my favorite view.”

Kuzan had you splayed across the couch now, shirt long gone, your shorts halfway pushed down your thighs. His mouth was still on your chest—tongue wet and slow, dragging across your skin like he wanted to memorize the taste. One of his large hands cradled your breast, his thumb toying with your sensitive peak while the other hand slid lower, between your legs, knuckles grazing heat and cotton.

“You’re really drivin’ me crazy here,” he muttered, breath hot against your nipple. “These boobs… they bounce when you laugh, they jiggle when you breathe. Fuck.”

You laughed, breathless, until he pinched just hard enough to make you gasp. He looked up at you, lazy grin turning sharp.

“Sounded like a moan to me,” he teased.

“Keep going and I’ll give you a real one,” you challenged.

His eyes darkened. “Bet.”

His fingers tugged your panties aside—rough against your soft skin, but deliberate, slow. You felt the drag of his knuckles up your soaked slit, and then—pause—he leaned back just enough to blow cool air over your breast.

A whimper escaped your throat. He smirked, clearly pleased, then extended a hand. Ice formed at his fingertips, slow and misting—a tiny sculpted line that traced the curve of your breast, circling your nipple with a chill that made it pebble instantly.

Your hips jerked.

“Too cold?” he asked, but he was grinning—cocky, knowing.

“N-no,” you breathed.

He chuckled, then replaced the chill with the heat of his mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak now iced and aching. The contrast made you cry out.

One long finger slipped inside you without warning.

“Fuck—Kuzan!”

“You feel that?” he murmured against your skin, pumping slowly, curling his finger just right. “You’re so damn wet for me. Just from me sucking your tits like a man starved.”

Another finger joined, stretching you deliciously. His palm pressed into your mound, thumb circling your clit in lazy, purposeful swirls. All the while, his mouth worshipped you—sucking, biting gently, muttering praises between kisses.

“These tits,” he muttered, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit as you moaned. “Could spend all day buried right here.”

Your thighs trembled.

“Kuzan—gonna—”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, voice dripping with heat. “Come for me. Just like that.”

And you did—shaking, gasping, your back arching as he kept working you through it, his fingers deep and sure, mouth still latched to your breast like it was his own personal obsession.

When you came down, sweat-damp and flushed, he kissed your chest again—softer now.

Then he grinned. “Ice next time,” he murmured with a wicked tilt of his lips, “inside.”

Your chest was still rising and falling fast, skin flushed and slick with sweat as Kuzan dragged his tongue slowly up the valley between your breasts—unapologetically smug.

“Still breathing?” he asked, even though he knew damn well you were panting like you’d just run a marathon.

“Barely,” you rasped, hips twitching when his fingers slid lazily out of you.

He lifted them to his mouth and sucked one between his lips with a low, indulgent hum.

“Good,” he said, licking the last of your slick off with zero shame. “’Cause I’m not done yet.”

You expected him to climb over you, maybe kiss your lips, press his cock against your thigh—but instead, he sat back on his heels, eyes focused between your legs like he was planning something.

“Kuzan,” you warned, voice shaky.

“Mmhmm?”

“You’ve got that look.”

He smirked. “What look?”

“The one you get when you’re about to do something I’m gonna love and hate at the same time.”

That made him grin wider. “Guilty.”

Then—a flick of his fingers—a trail of mist rolled down from his palm, gathering in slow spirals.

You shivered before he even touched you.

“What are you—?”

“Trust me,” he murmured, leaning in as the air dropped a few degrees. “You liked it on your chest.”

“I wasn’t coming when it touched my chest,” you shot back.

His chuckle was low and dirty. “Then let’s see what happens now.”

And you felt it—the first cold kiss of ice. Not sharp. Not dangerous. Just enough chill to send your nerves screaming in contrast to the heat radiating from between your legs. He conjured a sliver—thin, smooth, slick—like a frozen finger, and guided it between your folds.

You bucked.

“Kuzan!”

“Shhh,” he whispered, running the cool surface up your slit. Your breath hitched. “I’m right here.”

The icy tip circled your clit and your whole body arched like a drawn bow.

“F-fuck—”

He didn’t rush. He never did. He teased, traced, and watched you unravel while keeping your thighs wide open with one firm hand on your hip.

“You’re clenching like crazy,” he muttered, amused and aroused as hell. “Body’s so hot it’s melting everything I touch.”

Then—he pushed it inside you.

Slowly.

Just an inch.

Your back snapped off the couch, a helpless moan ripping from your throat.

“Ohhh my god—Kuzan—”

“That too much?” he asked with faux innocence.

“N-no—don’t stop—!”

The sensation was maddening. Cold and slick sliding inside your overheated body, your walls clenching hard around the intrusion as if trying to melt and swallow it whole. He held it there with one hand, and his mouth went right back to your breasts—sucking, licking, moaning around your nipple as you thrashed beneath him.

“Kuzan—gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—!”

“I know,” he rasped, finally pumping the frozen sliver once—twice—and that was all it took.

You came again, harder this time. Crying out, shaking, legs wrapped tight around his shoulders as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave of heat meeting winter’s edge.

By the time you were done trembling, he’d already melted the ice with a flick of his fingers and replaced it with his tongue, licking you clean with slow, reverent strokes.

When he looked up, chin slick, eyes dark and lazy, he smirked and said:

“Told you. Ice inside.”

tagging @shanksbaby because I know you would love to enjoy his icy fingers >:3

[lemonmeirngue]

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[femmecult]

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[butch3r-and-i-know-it]

You mean like this?

[meru-nilaya-deactivated20240625]

i love that asexual ppl have moments where we realize that oh shit. that's a thing that happens in real life. it's not a joke. people actually think sex is like important. that like having a sex life or a romantic life is important. it's so fucking funny because everyone's raving about not having a partner and your ass is there like 'cool story bro'

[giallo4ver]

Yes.

[does-this-look-inanimate-to-you]

i don’t think he’s hot. i don’t think he’s ugly. i think he’s white.

[zooone]

he looks like a combination of every single white boy ive ever seen

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[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

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[flagellant]

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likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

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[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

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This might be the real one, y’all.

[actualverso]

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[thehappyfangirl]

Just completed an application for a new job - could use all the good luck

[bluepapermints]

Happy birthday to Allen Walker, and a Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it. Man, I really miss drawing D.Gray-Man. I finished this like, probably in a day. This speed only applies to DGM though, cuz i am so familiar with their designs

#dgrayman #allenwalker #Dグレ

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[beldaroot]

the way tanjiro zenitsu and inosuke went straight from rengoku to uzui as their hashira mentor is so hilarious. like it went from a beloved teacher who doted on and praised them regularly to a substitute teacher who barged in claiming he was “god” and then sold them to one direction. 

[runsinthefmily]

seeing everyone now in love with andrew garfield is so funny cause he’s been tumblr’s princess diana

[jellyjampie]

I love shipping as much as the next guy but sometimes, they're just friends.

[ponokaomitaa-ndn-deactivated202]

seeing the big white stars from Twilight make careers for themselves that white ppl claim is the best cinema ever, Twilight itself forever being "redeemed" by white fans and I'm stuck seeing it unironically trend, meanwhile the few Native actors get put in shows that aren't actually good Native rep if any show and the Quileute Tribe still needs funding to move their homes bc global warming impacts Indigenous people first really just haunts me

[mysharona1987]

[callese]

[khapikat222]

Report Disney, Report Universal, Knotts, the Large Golf Courses.

Report them en mass and force their business behavior to change.

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[gehayi]

If you want to report water waste by Disney, Nestle, Universal, Palm Springs Golf Course, etc., go here and select “multiple types of waste”, because nothing else actually fits real wasters like them.  (The other nine options are about ratting out your neighbors [7], complaining about cleanliness in hotels [1], or complaining about restaurants serving water unasked [1]. Fuck all of these.) 

“Multiple types of waste” requires a comment, but somehow I don’t think anyone on Tumblr will have any problems sharing their opinion.  In vast detail, if necessary.

You can also take photos of Disney’s, Knotts’, Universal’s, etc. water waste and attach it to the report.

This can be done through desktop or mobile.

Have fun!

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1313 Disneyland Dr, Anaheim, CA 92802 (Disneyland)

37188 Country Road 28, Woodland, CA 95695 (Alfalfa farming - Alfalfa irrigation is the #1 use of water in California, this address goes to a big multinational agri business that exports, effectively exporting water out of the US)

2821 Healy Road, Merced CA, 95341 (Alfalfa)

711 Middle 2 Rock Rd, Petaluma CA 94952 (Alfalfa)

1097 E Murray Canyon Dr, Palm Springs, CA 92264 (Indian Canyons Golf Resort)

301 N Belardo Rd, Palm Springs, CA 92262 (O'Donnell Golf Club - members only)

just putting some ideas out there..

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Will this cause a massive change? Don’t know will.

Will it cause hell for Disney and other corps?

Will it send a message to the bureaucracy?

Hell yes.

When people struggle to pay water bills, when people are dying of thirst on the streets we shouldn’t snitch on neighbors.

Corporations like Disney got us into this mess and they aren’t going to hide from the consequences.

[bakwaaas]

People be like oh you’re in your 20s you have a whole life to live but I already feel as if I’ve missed every opportunity and made all the wrong decisions and it’s just fucked now