Ice Inside
You werenāt trying to tease himābut judging by the way Kuzanās 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 hadnāt planned to wear anything special. It was hot, humid, and your clothes stuck to you with every step. So you threw on an old shirtāworn 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.
āYou doinā that on purpose?ā
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. āDoing what?ā
āLetting those bazongas breathe like that,ā he said, drawling the word with slow reverence, like it was sacred. āThat shirt's got āmurder weaponā written all over it.ā
You snorted. āSeriously? Bazongas?ā
āWhat, you want me to be poetic? Fine.ā He stepped into the room, tossing the towel aside. āTwin miracles. Mountains of distraction. Divine pillows ofāā
āOkay, okay,ā you laughed, but his gaze didnāt 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.
āYou been wearinā this the whole time I was in the shower?ā he murmured, voice low and amused as his thumbs brushed the hem of your shirt. āWalkinā around with these gorgeous tits just⦠out like that?ā
āTheyāre not out,ā you shot back, but your voice caught when he leaned in.
āTheyāre begging for attention,ā he murmured against your sternum. āAnd Iām a generous man.ā
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 suckedāslow, unhurried, like he had all day to worship you. And he did.
āGoddamn,ā he growled softly, voice vibrating against your skin, ācanāt get enough of these.ā
You bit your lip, the pressure of his mouth turning hot and desperate. āKuzanāā
āShh,ā he muttered, reaching up to tug the shirt off entirely. āLet me appreciate my favorite view.ā
Kuzan had you splayed across the couch now, shirt long gone, your shorts halfway pushed down your thighs. His mouth was still on your chestātongue 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.
āYouāre really drivinā me crazy here,ā he muttered, breath hot against your nipple. āThese boobs⦠they bounce when you laugh, they jiggle when you breathe. Fuck.ā
You laughed, breathless, until he pinched just hard enough to make you gasp. He looked up at you, lazy grin turning sharp.
āSounded like a moan to me,ā he teased.
āKeep going and Iāll give you a real one,ā you challenged.
His eyes darkened. āBet.ā
His fingers tugged your panties asideārough against your soft skin, but deliberate, slow. You felt the drag of his knuckles up your soaked slit, and thenāpauseāhe 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 mistingāa tiny sculpted line that traced the curve of your breast, circling your nipple with a chill that made it pebble instantly.
Your hips jerked.
āToo cold?ā he asked, but he was grinningācocky, knowing.
āN-no,ā 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.
āFuckāKuzan!ā
āYou feel that?ā he murmured against your skin, pumping slowly, curling his finger just right. āYouāre so damn wet for me. Just from me sucking your tits like a man starved.ā
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 youāsucking, biting gently, muttering praises between kisses.
āThese tits,ā he muttered, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit as you moaned. āCould spend all day buried right here.ā
Your thighs trembled.
āKuzanāgonnaāā
āI know, baby,ā he murmured, voice dripping with heat. āCome for me. Just like that.ā
And you didāshaking, 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 againāsofter now.
Then he grinned. āIce next time,ā he murmured with a wicked tilt of his lips, āinside.ā
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 breastsāunapologetically smug.
āStill breathing?ā he asked, even though he knew damn well you were panting like youād just run a marathon.
āBarely,ā 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.
āGood,ā he said, licking the last of your slick off with zero shame. āāCause Iām not done yet.ā
You expected him to climb over you, maybe kiss your lips, press his cock against your thighābut instead, he sat back on his heels, eyes focused between your legs like he was planning something.
āKuzan,ā you warned, voice shaky.
āMmhmm?ā
āYouāve got that look.ā
He smirked. āWhat look?ā
āThe one you get when youāre about to do something Iām gonna love and hate at the same time.ā
That made him grin wider. āGuilty.ā
Thenāa flick of his fingersāa trail of mist rolled down from his palm, gathering in slow spirals.
You shivered before he even touched you.
āWhat are youā?ā
āTrust me,ā he murmured, leaning in as the air dropped a few degrees. āYou liked it on your chest.ā
āI wasnāt coming when it touched my chest,ā you shot back.
His chuckle was low and dirty. āThen letās see what happens now.ā
And you felt itāthe 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 sliverāthin, smooth, slickālike a frozen finger, and guided it between your folds.
You bucked.
āKuzan!ā
āShhh,ā he whispered, running the cool surface up your slit. Your breath hitched. āIām right here.ā
The icy tip circled your clit and your whole body arched like a drawn bow.
āF-fuckāā
He didnāt rush. He never did. He teased, traced, and watched you unravel while keeping your thighs wide open with one firm hand on your hip.
āYouāre clenching like crazy,ā he muttered, amused and aroused as hell. āBodyās so hot itās melting everything I touch.ā
Thenāhe pushed it inside you.
Slowly.
Just an inch.
Your back snapped off the couch, a helpless moan ripping from your throat.
āOhhh my godāKuzanāā
āThat too much?ā he asked with faux innocence.
āN-noādonāt stopā!ā
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 breastsāsucking, licking, moaning around your nipple as you thrashed beneath him.
āKuzanāgonnaāfuck, Iām gonnaā!ā
āI know,ā he rasped, finally pumping the frozen sliver onceātwiceāand 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 winterās edge.
By the time you were done trembling, heād 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:
āTold you. Ice inside.ā
tagging @shanksbaby because I know you would love to enjoy his icy fingers >:3























