🍒SMUT CENTRAL🍒

writer|she/her|22 :p REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[smutcentralx]

NAVIGATION

hi loves, welcome to my blog this is so exciting. I hope you enjoy my work. as you can see this is a smut only blog so mdni ! may contain some sfw..maybe

I plan on writing for a lot of different characters from the mcu, dc, cod, invincible, narcos, anime characters and manyy others.

request are open !

rules !

MASTERLIST ⬇️

(everything should be smut if not it will be in pink :)

ONE SHOTSS

COD

ghost

yes sir

john “soap” mactavish

trouble you started

Invincible

variant marks

pretty please (lensless mark x reader)

MHA

shoto todoroki

todoroki x curvy!reader

HEADCANNONS

Invincible

mark grayson

loves when you take control

TRUTH OR DARE

MHA

katsuki bakugo

dynamite in the sheets🧨

[xifere]

18+ | just thought of vampire!reader and sub!nagumo | biting n blood

Something was off about you from the moment he met you. He could never put his finger on it, as if you were already aware he was onto you, but you didn’t let anything slip by.

But he never missed how your eyes trailed from his lips to his jaw, gaze steady when it rested near his jugular. How your eyes lingered for just a half-second longer than at his other features, before you swiftly returned your eyes to his dark ones.

You hid your fangs well, but just once you licked his finger jokingly, sharp canines grazing against his tattooed knuckles before you realized any further would tempt you too much.

It kept him on his toes. Was he simply a blood bag you were keeping around, or was there something more behind your hesitancy?

What he couldn’t deny was his interest—what would it feel like to have your fangs piercing through his flesh? Is it as sedative as they say? How much could he take before he passed out? How would his blood compare to the others you’ve drunk from? Why haven’t you tried his blood yet?

How could he make you lose control? Putting his life on the line purely for his curiosity wasn’t anything new, but he was starting to think his interest was growing into something else. Surely, he wouldn’t be aroused if he was bitten by you…

So can you imagine the euphoria he felt when you succumbed to your desire, gripping his waist as he bared his neck for you, finally—finally, your fangs were sinking themselves deep, the sharp pain accompanied by a rush of dopamine, heat spreading through his veins like a wildfire. Blood trickled from the wound, staining his white t-shirt.

He was all but whimpering, his breathing suddenly ragged, small noises abruptly leaving his mouth each second. Even as his knees began to grow weak, he couldn’t see himself asking you to stop, not when he realized his dick actually enjoyed this. The ache overshadowed any rational thoughts, his mind only thinking of succumbing to your touch.

“Don’t stop…” he mumbled. “And don’t think of drinking—hah—anyone else’s blood—mmngh—besides mine…”

[m0reighn4]

Imagine this: Nagumos comes to your apartment, all bloody and (not so) injured. Of course you patch him up, but you two got Into an argument and end up doing the devil's tango 😔✌️

Ruffled Sheets, Empty Heart

Synopsis: You both get into an argument regarding his dismissive behaviour. He wants to make it up to you afterwards.

Cw: Situationships; arguments; blood; bruises; vague mentions of violence; porn with plot; swearing; fem/afab!reader; NSFW below the cut.

Anyone who knows Nagumo will tell you that he's a prankster at heart. His enemies and victims will claim him to be a heartless assassin. But everyone agrees upon one thing: he's unpredictable.

So when he shows up at your apartment door, covered in blood— that you presume to not be his own— and an eager smile on his face, you don't question it. In fact, you're honestly baffled by the suddenness of it all, if anything else.

"Ehe! Work was a little rough today," he chirps, pointing to his bloodied face.

You blink once, blink twice and he's seated on a stool in your bathroom, still wearing that elated grin. A first aid kit rests on the counter close by. The room is silent, save for the occasional, dramatic wince from the raven haired man. Helping people isn't something that bothers you. Unfortunately for the man before you, there's a limit to your kindness.

Nagumo is highly unpredictable in general. But there is one thing you can rely on; he'll show up when you least expect it, but disappear when you get too comfortable with his presence. It has been far too often that he'd randomly turn up in the dead of night, have you patch him up, follow you into bed, then be gone by morning— long before you even wake up, leaving a cold bed and a pile of utter disappointment.

As ironic as that is, it's a predictable routine.

And quite frankly, you've grown tired of it. So as you're cleaning the final wound, you cooly utter, "And by the way, don't bother coming into bed with me tonight. Or even the couch."

Nagumo, who had his eyes shut in serenity for a while, opens them to meet your gaze. Except, instead of being met with you staring back at him, he finds you laser-focused on the bruise on his forearm. It's not that you being zeroed in on one thing is entirely new. But the lack of warmth or care in your eyes isn't anything he has seen before.

"In fact," you continue. "Don't bother coming back at all." Now, that's odd. Is this your way of telling him to buzz off? At first, he thinks it's just stress talking. Even if that is the case, any normal person would drop the subject. But, Nagumo being Nagumo, chooses to push his luck.

"Aw! Kicking me out so soon? But how am I supposed to keep warm tonight without my favourite personal heater?" he playfully coos. Though his words were intended to tease you, he doesn't take note how they only stretch your already razor-thin patience further.

It's around then that you finish treating the last of his wounds. You immediately turn your back on him to pack everything away. Nagumo watches you in silence, noting the frown on your face from the reflection of the mirror. He cocks his head to the side with a beam much too bright for his current circumstances— much to your dismay. The corners of your features pull into a scowl.

Your reaction only deepens the pit in his stomach. So, like a mindless puppy, he sits on the stool, blankly staring at you as you pack away everything. Hearing you shut the cabinet, a spark of life suddenly flashes in his previously dull eyes. It clicks at that moment.

This isn't some sort of joke.

You, on the other hand, are still confused and subtly annoyed by his presence. But because you— unlike him— have some semblance of humanity, you allow him to continue to be clueless while you clean. However, as you step to the door, a warm hand grasps your arm, keeping you in place. When you turn, you're met with Nagumo's face. Except this time, he looks different. Maybe it's the way his expression has softened. Or it's the way the corners of his features are pulled to make such a pitiful expression. Or it could be the way that for once, that expression conveys sincerity.

You both stare at ewch other for a short while. There are no words spoken between you. And for once, it actually looks like the assassin is actually thinking about what he wants to say. It actually lifts your hope! Until you hear what comes out his mouth.

"Be honest with me. Did I cross a line somewhere?"

That's new. On one end, it's not every day — or ever— that he actually considers the negative consequences of his careless behaviour. But at the same time, it also means that he doesn't see what's wrong with his behaviour in the first place. Now, overcome with the petty bitterness of the revelation, you yank you arm back. Despite having more than enough strength to stop and restrain you, Nagumo allows you to remove yourself from his grasp. His hand hovers in the air for a few moments — almost as if he's summoning the warmth of your skin to return to his palm. Then, it falls to his side.

"Did you seriously ask me that?" you grit, your expression hardening as you turn your head to the floor. Again, Nagumo reaches out to you, but stops just before he can even touch you. Sensing his genuine confusion, you huff out a proper response, "It's just—"

You take a deep breath, finding the words to describe every bitter feeling you'd stored inside your heart over the last few months. "I don't know what we are, Nagumo," you begin. In your irises, he can see a flicker of vulnerability crack at the edges. And that's how he knows that what he did definitely hit deep.

"You don't text or call for days— or, sometimes, even weeks! Then, out of the blue, you just rock up, all bloody and beat up!" You continue, gesturing to his his now treated body. "Then, you just expect me to fix you up! You, then, climb into my bed for the night and disappear before morning without even a goodbye like this is some cheap BnB! Rinse and repeat!"

Nagumo is silent as you vent to him. Your voice echoes in the room, cracking at several points and only adding to the weight of guilt he feels.

"But I can't take it anymore," you croak, eyes now welling with tears. At the sight of them, the jokester stiffens. "I feel like I'm being used, Nagumo, and I'm sick of it!"

Before he can even think about it, he's already wrapping his arms around you. He pins your face to his chest with a large palm to the back of your head. His touch is so gentle that it breaks whatever strength you had remaining. In the stillness of the air, Nagumo hears a choked sob and the sound pierces straight through his heart.

The two of you stand in silence— with you, crying into his chest, and him, quietly soothing you with his hand running through your hair. Seconds turn to minutes and those begin to feel like hours. But when Nagumo feels the tension release from your body, he quietly separates himself from you. The distance he leaves is small and it only gets smaller when he reaches out to cup your cheek. Your head is tilted upwards to meet his gaze. Seeing your glossy, tear-filled eyes breaks something in Nagumo.

You both stare at one another, almost as if communicating all your unspoken feelings within the depths your eyes. For a split second, you swear Naguno's gaze flicks to your lips— still pursed into a pout to swallow any more of your sobs. Then, as though you're drawn in by a magnetic aura, you lean closer. He follows suit. The space between your faces grows smaller and smaller before finally disappearing altogether.

The moment his lips press to yours, you can almost taste his regret. But all Nagumo tastes is the sweetness of your lips along with the tears that moisturised the cracks along them when he wasn't around to comfort you. The kiss itself is bitter-sweet. His palm drags up your cheek, so his fingers may slide through he strands of your hair.

The raven-haired man pulls away for a brief moment to tilt his head before he's coming back for seconds. This time, his guilt is seasoned with hunger— the kind that's cultivated over extended periods of time and burns the tongue at its first consumption. The kind that engulfs any and all too weak to escape the reach of its inferno. That's when his tongue sweeps in, warm and quick against your lips. Under normal circumstances, this would have included you. You, too, would have burned to ash and withered in the wind. Except, you still have some semblance of clarity.

With an abrupt palm to his collarbone, you manage to separate yourself from him. You part from him once more. Your breath comes out heavy as you try to wrap your mind around the current situation. Nothing about this is what you're used to. Your gaze meets his and you're finally able to see what you felt mere moments prior— unadulterated desire.

When Nagumo lunges forward for another kiss, you jerk back. He stiffens, staring at you with wide eyes, almost as if he himself is surprised with his own actions. You can see the way he stares straight at your lips before allowing the heat in his eyes to simmer down when he meets yours.

"I told you, Nagumo. I'm not playing games with you anymore," you plainly state. He leans closer in response, his gaze intense.

"I'm not playing games with you, [name]," he begins, "I genuinely like you—"

"Yeah, cuz I happen to be a real, convenient hideout when things go south," you mumbles, rolling your eyes. The assassin doesn't take too kindly to the sarcastic interruption. As a result, he quickly grasps your wrists in his hands, keeping you close while keeping your attention solely on him. The action makes your eyes go wide.

"I'm being serious. You mean a lot to me. And honestly, I wish just as much as you do that I can stay around longer," he pauses, his face pulling into a hesitant frown.

There's something about the vulnerability in his gaze that makes you hesitate. Or maybe, it's the way he holds you so firmly that leaving is impossible, but it's so tender that you're almost sure you don't want to either. Again, Nagumo closes the distance between you. Desperation grows in the depths of his irises.

"But," he continues, "I work in a very dangerous world. The kind of world where people want me dead and are willing to do whatever it takes to get to me. Even if it means, taking you out, instead of me." Under the heavy weight of his honesty, your eyes widen.

"I know it's not a great excuse, but do know that i mean it," he whispers. His grip on your wrists tighten by a fraction as he tugs you closer. "You mean the world to me, [name]. And I'd hate to see you get hurt because of me."

At his sincere response, the words are stripped from your throat. There's nothing to say. There's nothing you can say to convey the flurry of emotions that claw their way from the crevices of your heart. Nagumo sees that and takes that as his opening. His hands are on your cheeks, pulling your face up to meet his in another heartfelt kiss.

This time, you don't fight it. You let him soothe you with his lips. Only this time, he doesn't use honeyed words and empty promises. Again, he tilts his head for a deeper kiss and you allow him— not only by accepting his touch, but by granting his tongue entry to the cavern of your mouth.

His next few actions are smooth and seamless as you don't quite recall when and how Nagumo had managed to pin you between the bathroom wall and his body. Nor are you able to figure out when exactly it was that his hands found their way up your shirt.

But those are questions you can ask later— if they even matter by then. All that concerns you now is the way his warm palms run over the expanse of your abdomen. His fingers tease their way up to your ribs. He runs his hand further upward until he reaches the underside of your breast— soft and bare. Though, it is to be expected. He's willing to bet that you'd be in bed, had he not rocked up at your door.

His hold creeps upwards still, now directly groping you. It starts with a firm squeeze before he runs his index finger over your nub. The pad of his finger traces light circles on it, forcing your nipple to stiffen under his teasing touch. Nagumo finally has his fill of your lips, but decides that he's ready to move onto your body next. His lips trail down your jaw, right down to your neck where he plants light kisses and playful nips. Everything is done slowly, carefully. Whether it's done to tease or savour you is up for debate.

The raven-haired man drags his tongue back up the collar of your neck before delivering a firm suck where he lands. At the same time, he provides your nipple with a firm pinch. The both of you groan at the sensation. Your back arches into him and that's when he knows; you're getting into it.

With a soft pop, he pulls off your neck, leaving a freshly settled hickey where he once was. Before you even realise, his hand slips form beneath your shirt while his other arm wraps around your behind. You're then hoisted up into the air where you're settled into a bridal carry.

When your widened eyes meet Nagumo's, you find him smiling at you. It's bright, genuine and way too cheeky for your liking. He leans closer and presses a quick peck to your lips. "Relax. For what I have planned, it'd be way better if you weren't on a cold, hard counter." With a subtle smirk, he leans close to your ear. His voice comes out a low whisper, "Though, in a minute, we'll have you on something hard anyway. But you don't hand to worry your pretty little head about that now, yeah?"

His words make heat bloom at your cheeks. And some of it even rushes downward. Not that you'd admit it to his stupid face! "Nagumo!" you screech. On instinct, you slam a fist to his chest and he doesn't even flinch. He only secures his hold you and brings you closer to his chest.

With an an amused chuckle, he carries you to your bedroom. His feet pad against the floor of your home with every step. Your heart only seems to drum harder and louder as you both approach your bedroom. Adjusting his hold on you once more, he opens your bedroom door.

Again, nothing about the scene is unfamiliar. The bedside tables, lamp and and the slightly messy bed— a sign that you really were headed for bed prior to his visit— are all familiar sights. Even the sliver of pale moonlight that creeps in through the crack of your curtain is an unnegotiable feature of the room. He has seen them a great number of times when he allowed himself to indulge in your kindness. Only this time, your bed wouldn't be used for him to rest. It'll be used to reciprocate if even but a fraction of the love and care you'd shown him in all the time he's known you.

With great care, he lays you down on the sheets, following you down. He gently spreads your legs by the knees which gave him clear access to the sight of you. You look ethereal. Your shirt is slightly lifted, granting him the perfect peek at your midriff. In the dim lighting, he can still make out your features. After months of studying them up-close and afar, it would be embarrassing if he couldn't. Above you, you can see the way the moonlight illuminates his movements.

Your lips part to allow a soft exhale. It only fuels the flames of desire that burn at his core. Resting his weight on his left elbow and forearm, he leans closer to your face. His hand comes to allow his thumb to trace over your bottom lip. After pressing a soft, lingering peck to your cheek, he whispers, "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

There's a certain rasp to his voice that vaguely hints to the constraint he's acting upon. That alone sends a shiver down your spine. The assassin's lips continue to burn his love in through the surface of your skin. Nagumo's hand trails down your body, lifting your shirt.

"I'm gonna take this off, okay?" he speaks, his voice light in the air. With a curt nod of consent from you, your shirt is pulled off your body and haphazardly tossed aside to some random wall you'd only know of in the morning. It isn't even a split second before Nagumo has his lips around your nub. He's sucking and biting while his fingers tweak at the other. Your soft moans break the silence of the room. When paired with the light sound of his lips at your skin, it creates an intimate blend.

"Nagumo," you breathe out, beginning to grow hot under his touch. He drags his mouth along your chest, kissing and licking just as he did to your neck minutes prior. "Stop teasing me." The man can only smile around your nipple. He murmurs against your skin, "In a minute. Just be patient. Wanna do this right."

Except it isn't 'just a minute.' Or maybe it is. And if that's the case, then it has stretched on for far too long. It also stretches your patience thin as you hastily reach down to wrestle with the belt of Nagumo's pants. The assassin is quick to shut it down, grabbing your hand and pinning it beside your head. His gaze meets yours— still ever so teasing, but carrying a slight warning undertone. "I said wait, [name]."

His tone alone makes you pause. An amused chuckle comes from the man above as he then shifts his position. "Seems like some people," he sighs out, leaving his sentence hanging. His hand now finds your pajama pants. "Can't be patient enough," he muses. With a noticeably harsh tug, your pants join your already forgotten shirt. Your panties soon follow. Not that you know how he slipped those off without you noticing.

A light tap is found at your core soon after. From all the teasing and the genuine shock of it, your hips buck up to chase his touch. Your neediness only serves to amuse the man.

Nagumo takes his sweet time— dragging the tips of his middle and ring fingers, up along your slit. With a light press that takes way too little effort from his end, he slips them in.

But only the tips. It wouldn't be Yoichi Nagumo if he gave you want you wanted in mere moments.

He feels around for a few moments, pressing against your walls. Once he's satisfied, he sinks deeper. The relief that pours from your body isn't lost on him. It brings no more than a hint of smugness to his face. Though that is lost on you.

His skilled digits curl and twist. Each movement draws out a hitch in your breath and a light twitch from your body. The assassin notes your sensitivity, even going as far as to map out other potential points for his teasing attacks. Quietly, he leans his face to the side of your face. This leaves you draped in his body— his warmth. That alone begins to occupy space in your mind. Though, it does not compare to how his fingers sink even deeper, occupying space inside you too.

The room slowly fills itself with the hushed sounds of your gasps and soft whimpers. By now, it's of no surprise that the man above you drowns himself in the serene intimacy of the moment. Even when your breathy voice whispers another, "Nagumo," in that warning tone of yours. The same tone you usually use when your patience has been stretched far too thin. Though now, it doesn't hold as much weight as it should.

"Yoichi," he quietly corrects. "I'm Yoichi when we're like this, 'kay?"

As if to emphasise his words, he allows his fingers to push deeper. The action forces a sharp gasp from you. Nagumo's fingers begin pumping in and out at a slow, measured pace. Each slight twist and press against your walls only happens to fuel the heat that burns at your core. Noticing your obvious pleasure, the raven-haired man picks up his pace.

"Nagumo," you whimper, voice light through the canal of his ear. In response, Nagumo hastens his fingers, going deeper and harder, making your moans grow in volume and frequency. The pressure in your abdomen steadily builds. Just as that coil tightens, his touch disappears, taking the promise of a high with him.

The next thing that's heard in the dim room is a disappointed whine. It's then silenced by a quick kiss pressed to your lips. With a soft pop, Nagumo pulls away. "I thought I told you already. Yoichi," he murmurs. "Yo-i-chi." His lips press to yours again for a quick peck between syllables. You groan in response, "Now, you're just being a tease! I was gonna cum, you asshole."

The man above you smirks, seemingly pleased with your dissatisfaction, "See how unfair that is. You were about to cum and I wouldn't have heard you say my name in that pretty voice of yours." He pulls away and the rustling of clothes is heard soon after. Before you know it, Nagumo's clothes are discarded, leaving his skin bare to your eyes. The ink that stains his skin remains dim in the moonlight, contrasting against its pale glow. He spreads your legs before slotting himself between them.

"But that's alright," he shrugs. His weight is then supported by his forearms beside your head. Again, his lips meet yours for another brief moment. "I'm free for a while. We can fix it." You blink in mild confusion, still affected by the pleasure-induced haze. Fix it? How? It's only when he lifts your leg to his hip and presses forward that you get an idea. In doing so, you feel something much warmer than the cool night air press close to your entrance, making you jolt. Your gaze drops to that general region, only to be met with the sight of his dick.

There's a long while, wherein you simply stare. Nagumo notices, to nobody's surprise. He smirks, nudging your chin up with the tip of his finger. "See that?" he asks, referencing to the lengthy shaft that curves upwards for even the smallest stimulation from you. His lips brush yours again as he whispers in a raspier tone than usual, "It's all yours tonight."

The thought alone only fuels the heat at your core. "All mine?" you parrot, having the man nod his head in agreement. "All of it?" you ask.

"However you want it."

His nose nudges your cheek as he rasps out, "However you want it." The air is heavy and burns in your lungs. Judging by the way Nagumo's breath deepens against your skin, you can tell he feels it too. Feeling emboldened by his words, your reach out to his length and nudge it at your entrance. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a pair of dark eyes widen at your actions. In a quick movement, your wrist is pinned beside your head. "Relax, princess. You've done enough tonight." A teasing lick is delivered to your cheek. "Let Yoichi take care of you for once."

With a firm nudge, you feel him slip into your core. Both of you let out a deep exhale, briefly relaxing into one another. Your head tips back while his falls to your shoulder. His hips shift back, pulling out what little he gave you. You're so close to complaining before he's pushing back in and giving you just the slightest bit more. The action draws a gasp from your lips.

Nagumo repeats the process. His pace is slow, agonisingly so. But it feels so good. Every shallow thrust reaches deeper— stretching and filling you in a way that makes your mind go blank. A deep, shaky breath draws you from your haze. Looking at its origin, you feel Nagumo trembling against you, clearly exercising a certain level of restraint. Still running on your bold streak from before, you cup his cheek and lift his face to meet yours. "You're teasing again, Nagumo," you drawl. He stiffens above you and you can see the light in his eyes dim as well as the slight twitch in his features.

With a click of his tongue, you hear him mutter under his breath, "Alright, stuff this." You're about to sputter some teasing remark in turn when your leg is suddenly lifted over his shoulder. A yelp of pure surprise is torn from your throat. "What part of 'Call me Yoichi' didn't get through that thick skull of yours, hm?" On his face, there's a wide grin present. You can tell that the grin on his face hasn't translated to his eyes.

At that moment, he leans down give you another kiss. Except this one is wet, messy, more focused on dominating than it is passionand intimacy. By the time his lips part from yours, you're panting, clearly out of breath. Not like he'll let you get it. It's then that he slams into you once more. The next thing heard in your bedroom is your moan that he himself tore from your throat.

Smack... Smack... Smack. Smack. Smack!

That's all that resounds in room, accompanied by your own sounds that you can hardly recognise as your own. Nagumo, himself, isn't faring much better. His own groans, grunts and moans come from his parted lips, matching yours. He leans forward, folding you in half to accommodate his size. And with the way he seems to push deeper, you definitely think you are more exposed.

Nagumo's head falls back as he lets out a long, deep moan. A single drop of sweat speeds down his neck before coming to a halt at his collarbone. His gaze meets yours, half-lidded and lustful as it drinks you in.

"Fuck, you look so good right now," he sharply exhales. His words seem more like a thought that slipped out more than they do a provocation. Quite frankly, it only seems to make you wetter. He leans down closer to your face, slowing his pace to one more shallow than before. "Talk to me. You were so mouthy before," he teases with a wide smirk.

A whimpish whine claws its way from your throat as you clutch the sheets beside your head. "What do you even want my to say?" you grit out, barely keeping yourself together. A single drop of sweat drips from the column of his neck and lands straight on your chest. In a heartbeat, he's at the valley between your breasts, picking of the ivory bead with a long stroke of his tongue. It's dragged up to your collarbone before he ends it off with a lingering kiss.

"My name," he utters. "Say my name. Tell me who's making you feel this good." At that moment, his hips quickens, forcing a sudden gasp from you.

"Ngh! Nagumo!" you whine. His smirk disappears from against your chest. It is then followed a single harsh thrust, forcing a loud moan from your throat. Then, he does it again. And again, until that becomes the new pace— fast, hard and shallow.

"Wrong! I thought we went through this already. That's not my name. Not right now, at least," he chides, regaining his smugness. "Try again." You let out a guttural groan. Your grip on the sheets tighten. The continuous chant of 'fuck, fuck, fuck,'s fill the room. Each one increases in pitch and volume.

You grunt into the pillow. Nagumo's movements grow more and more overwhelming by the second. Pitch black darkness fills your vision as you clench your eyes shut. From above, an inky haired man leaned down and playfully tapped your cheek a few times. "You still in there?"

With a groan that holds more annoyance than pleasure, you open your eyes. You're met with the sight of his face near yours. His face is flushed red— his signature grin now a little lopsided. A warm, tattooed hand finds itself on your upper thigh, slowly trailing down to your knee before using his grip to spread you wider. His drives grow deeper. "Tell me, [nickname], what's my name?"

Nagumo holds your face to his. Your eyes lock for short while before you weakly croak, "Nag—" His fingers dig into your thigh— quiet, but the is threat clear as day. "Yoichi," you meekly correct. In the dim lighting of of room, a satisfied smile can be deen forming on the face of the raven haired man. As a reward of sorts, he closes the gap between your faces. The kiss screams his name in every language— quick, fleeting and greedy. When he pulls away, a thin strand connects his tongue with yours and he's much too eager to lap it up into his own mouth.

With a short, sharp exhale he's back to his usual mouthy self, "See? It's not so hard to just call me by my name, is it?" His words are followed a playful nip at your throat, forcing you to cry out. Nagumo Yoichi smirks against your skin before hastening his pace even further.

Your moans fill the room, gobbling up the empty space. In response, Yoichi brings a thumb down to rub at your aching clit. His digit rubs and flicks at a rhythm that'd only make sense to him. You grow louder and whinier as your back arches off the bed and into him. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck! 'Ichi, gonna cum! Please!" you whine. He then nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, rutting into you with great fervour.

And then, your mind goes blank. Stars burst in your vision as you're practically gushing over him. In the haze of your pleasure, you can hear the deep groan of satisfaction from Yoichi. His thrusts grow sloppy as he too draws closer to the edge. "Oh my god! Fuck! You're so good!" he grunts into the warmth of your skin. Moans turn into whimpers and mewls— both of you too far gone to care. Once he's certain that you've had enough (and he'd been pushed far enough), he pulls out— releasing over your stomach with a shuddered gasp.

The room fills with deep, heavy breaths as you both settle from the intensity of the moment. Then, with great care, Yoichi brings his lips to yours. It's slow, tender, intimate— nothing like the ones that came before. He pulls away with a soft moan, "You're okay, right?"

Your response is a quiet nod. Even if you wanted to, your voice is much too hoarse for you to force out a better response. With a much softer smile, he's at your cheek, peppering kisses over your skin in quick succession. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, "Nagumo! Get off me! You're all sweaty and gross!" Your hands press to his chest, hoping to push him off, even if it's only a little. But it's to no avail. He doesn't budge.

During your struggles, you fail to notice his jaw fall open. So when his teeth sink into the plush skin of your cheek, you're caught off guard. You flinch with a loud yelp. "You're adorable! Come on, I'll clean you up!" he proclaims, lifting you from the bed and carrying you back to your bathroom. You're placed on the bathroom counter before he averts his attention from you.

Much like his usual self, he has no regard for your privacy as he digs through your things and grabs whatever he thinks will serve him best. After finding one of your towels, he runs it under warm water. His next move is to wipe you down. Nagumo is surprisingly careful with your body. Again, silence falls over the two of you. But it isn't long before Nagumo changes that.

"So... how was the sex?" he snickers, mischievously grinning up at you. You can hardly resist the urge to hit him. And you don't! Your fist collides with the top of his head— a disappointed pout stretched across your features. He lets out an exaggerated whine, clutching the point where you had hit him, "What was that for?!"

"For being annoying!" you huff. In response, Nagumo wraps his arms around your waist and leans in close to your your face. His voice drops to an intimate tone.

"But you love it," he coos. For a short while, you just stare at him. Then, there's a twitch in your expression.

"I will hit you again."

The night falls into a blur of laughter and teasing caresses from Nagumo that draw out growls and threats from you in turn. You don't don't know when it is your body gives into exhaustion, but it does— drawing you into peace.

The morning sun creeps in through the gaps of the curtain— warm and golden. You groan out, disturbed by the bright light in the room. Seeing as the sun won't go away as quickly as the day will, you opt to getting out of bed. The sight you find is achingly familiar.

It's empty. The sheets are ruffled, the covers pulled up. Not surprising, but disappointing nonetheless. You go about your day as you usually would. You get up, brush your teeth and go to the kitchen to get something to give you some energy for the day.

To say you're alarmed by the clammering of pans and plates in your home is an understatement. Now wary of a potential intruder in your home, you creep up to your kitchen, your steps quiet against the floor. So when you find a tall, bareback man with inked numbers on his back, you're oddly surprised. You're so baffled by the sight that all you can do is stupidly blink for a few moments. A simple exhale of, "Nagumo?" is all you can manage in the shock.

In response, his head turns to face you and that stupid grin of his returns— wide and carefree. "You're up early!" he chirps. One of his hands grip the pan as its contents sizzle. Still cheerful as always, he points to a stool at the counter. "I made breakfast; eggs and bacon! Take a seat!"

By now, you're you're too tired to care. So you do as you're asked and plop onto the stool. Even so, there is something that bugs you; what exactly is he doing here? Usually, he'd be gone by now, but he's here— in your house, cooking you breakfast no less. And that's odd.

A soft clank draws you from your thoughts. Looking in its direction, you find a warm plate of eggs, bacon and toast— just as promised. You release a soft exhale, "Oh, thanks." But as you reach for your fork, you find that Nagumo is still holding on to it. That makes you frown. "Nagumo, give me my fork, please," you grumble, reaching out to it.

The assassin swipes it from your grasp, tutting at your behaviour, "No can do, sugar plum. Feeding you is my job!"

You gape at him, "Sugar plum?!" Again, you make an attempt to retrieve your fork. But he's much too quick for that to happen.

His skilled hands swerve past your own to skewer one of the eggs on the plate and bring it to your lips. You scowl in response, "Nagumo, I'm not letting you feed—"

And that's when he shoves the forkful into your mouth, abruptly cutting off your words. He's ever so gleeful as he does it. "That's Yoichi to you. I thought we learned that last night," he chimes as he illudes to the events of the night prior. Heat blooms at your cheeks at the reminder. Seeing as there's no point in arguing with him, you resign to just chewing the food Yoichi had oh-so-graciously given you. He pats your head, pleased with your submission. "Good girl."

It's barely a split second until your fist is already shooting straight to his face. He dodges and holds the fork to your mouth once more. "Say 'ah,'" he murmurs. You obey and are met with another bite of food.

Bite by bite, the contents on the plate disapper until it's completely empty. You'd be lying if you said that Nag Yoichi's cooking is bad. It's quite the opposite, actually. So when he pulls away, empty plate in hand, you can't even claim to be unsatisfied with your meal.

Silence falls over your kitchen once more. That's not entirely true. It's that neither of you are making any sound with your mouths. What can be heard in the kitchen is the clammering of plates, pans and utensils as Yoichi cleans the mess. You blankly stare at his bare back— mindlessly trailing your gaze over the ink symbols scattered across it. He looks so focused as he works. He even goes as far as to hum as she does so. "I didn't know you could be so domestic," you murmur. It's more a verbalised thought than it is a comment. Nonetheless, the raven-haired man perks and meets your deep stare with his own curious one.

"It's nothing like that. You just seemed really upset last night. I wanted to fix that," he responses, turning his attention back to the mess. His response makes you pause. Your heart drums against your chest.

Suddenly, you're hyper-aware of the intimacy of the moment. The sun has nearly fully peeked over the horizon— casting light and warmth into the room. You're only able to pick up on the objects in the kitchen being moved from place to place as it levels with your racing heart. Scent-wise, the air is crisp with oil and salts. And if you close your eyes, you may be able to pick up the scent of something lightly burnt. That may be any failed attempts. Your expression softens as your body loses its tension. It's not often that you get mornings like these— quiet, yet uneventful. It's something you don't mind getting used to.

That is until you are reminded who is granting you such a day in the first place.

"And I didn't wanna see what kind of dragon you'd become when you're angry, sleepy and hungry."

Yeah, you take it back. Yoichi sucks.

a/n: Nagumo, Nagumo, Nagumo... my silly goober. I don't know if you know, but I love Nagumo. One of these days, I'mma jump into SakaDays and kiss him.

I surprisingly had some trouble with this. 😨 And it's mostly because I haven't written a proper fanfic in so long. And don't EVEN get me started on when I last wrote smut. (March... At EARLIEST.) I need to lock IN and relearn how to write smut again.

Even so, I didn't expect it to be this long. I'm surprised I fleshed it out as much as I did. But I'm not complaining! And you guys deserve it!😋

Otherwise, I don't have school this week, so I'm gonna be pumping out as many fics as I can! Funny story, I got curious and counted the words, only to find it was 6.5k??????? Dang.

Liked my work? Check out my other masterlists!

[kingkatsuki]

I started this in March and I finally managed to finish it. It was only supposed to be a short thirst post but yet here we are. Thank you if you decide to give it a go💕

Summary: Tengen thinks Sanemi is wound far too tight, and of course he knows just the way to fix it— by taking him to his favourite brothel.

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, reader is a courtesan, implied!Tengen using their services, virgin!Sanemi, sex as a transaction, slight degradation, praise, blowjobs, cum swallowing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, Sanemi is way too obsessed with reader way too fast (but she likes it!!)

Word Count: 9.4k.

“Allow yourself to indulge a little, my friend,” Tengen clapped his shoulder with a grin, “After all that’s what this district is for.”

“I have no time for indulgence.” Sanemi scoffed, ripping his shoulder out of Tengen’s grip as he bared his front incisors.

It was already insufferable enough that he’d had to spend the last few nights with the Sound Pillar, but it was made worse by the grand spectacle he’d made when they’d both entered the entertainment district for the first time. The bright lights paired with the bustling crowds seemed to evoke even more intolerable actions from Uzui and Sanemi couldn’t wait to get home.

“There’s always time for indulgence, my friend,” He persisted, not taking his answer for gospel as he continued down the brightly illuminated street, “And don’t you want to experience the soft touch of a woman?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Sanemi sneered, rolling his eyes as Tengen waved over at a group of women who were standing at the entrance to an establishment trying to coax him over.

All Sanemi wanted to do was find a bed at the local inn and rest his head for a few hours so he could be alert when searching for the demon that was rumoured to be sighted in the area. It disgusted him that people were seemingly still out satiating themselves with cheap frivolity when lives were at risk.

“You can’t die a virgin,” He continued, mid-wave, “How embarrassing.”

“You need to assess your priorities if that is what you assume to be an embarrassment.” He snapped, “Not when there are still demons alive—”

“Ah, I worry as much as you,” Sanemi highly doubted it, “But You never know you might find yourself relaxing a bit.” Tengen persisted, “Might find yourself less angry.”

Sanemi sneered as he balled his hands into a fist, preparing to land a strike against his cocky fellow hashira before Tengen pulled back the purple fabric to a building at the side of them, stepping inside the brothel.

“You can wait outside if you want, I’m sure you’ll find the street performers more than entertaining.”

Sanemi glanced towards the rowdy men who were currently playing instruments in the middle of the street, the loud noise irksome as people stopped to dance with them. Scrunching his nose in irritation as he turned to face the Sound Pillar.

“Fine,” His lips smoothed into a thin line, “But you’re fuckin’ paying.”

Sanemi lingered outside as he stared at the wisteria pattern against the curtain. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought before he took a deep breath and followed inside.

“Ah, Mr Uzui, your usual?”

“Not today,” He clapped a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder, “I’ve brought a friend.”

Sanemi could see the girls in the background begin to cower away, even though they tried to hide it. Shrugging Uzui’s hand off his shoulder with a growl of irritation as he tried to avoid the pairs of eyes watching him intently, jaw locked as he sucked in a breath of air.

“How wonderful, Uzui-sama.” The lady bowed as she motioned to a young girl, “Our Oiran is unavailable now, but I’m certain she will more than suffice.”

The girl cowered in fear as she was given a push in her lower back in an attempt to get her feet to start working, the poor thing. She’d barely been here a week and she’d already had a difficult afternoon with a travelling samurai who’d assumed being rough was included with the price.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Shinazugawa.” Uzui called out from behind him as Sanemi glared in irritation. There was certainly no chance of that happening, especially at the sight of the young girl that looked close to tears.

“It would be my honor to serve you tonight, my Lord.” You chanced stepping forward, feeling your Madame turn to glare at you.

“Remember your place,” She jeered, the same sickly sweet smile on her face to mask her indignation before turning back to the hashira, “I’m sorry, Shinazugawa-sama. Please let us show you to your room—”

“I want her.” He cut her off coldly, tired eyes matching your gaze as an unfamiliar heat lingered in your chest.

“Not to question your choice, my Lord. But we have many excellent options here—”

“Keep them.” He stepped towards you as you took this as your moment to turn around. Ignoring your Madame’s calls for him to enjoy his night, and request a change at any time if he so desired. It was no wonder she was worried about you tarnishing her reputation, trying to palm to hashira off on someone far more weak willed. But you were intrigued by the man from the moment he stepped through the door, and the poor girl needed a chance to recover from her ordeal.

You could practically feel his eyes on you as you led him down the wooden hallway towards your room, keeping enough of a distance as you slid the screen door open gently. Stepping to the side to invite him in with a slight bow of your head as the white-haired man followed into the room, scrunching his nose at the potent smell of flowers that permeated the air as you closed the door behind you. It was sickly sweet, worse than the ohagi he’d cook at home; invading his senses as he tried to ignore the scent throbbing at the back of his skull.

You could feel how awkward he was, lingering by the doorway as you could cut the tension in the air with a blade. Smoothing down the front of your kimono as you stood in front of him, noticing the way his lavender eyes took note of the futon in the corner of the room.

So this was the seedy shit that Uzui got up to in his free time? Sanemi scoffed.

An impertinent man with three wives who still managed to find the time to spend in the arms of another. Having one woman would be enough of a nuisance, he thinks. But juggling four sounded like pure greed.

“Can I get you anything Shinazugawa-sama?” You smiled, “Tea? Sake? We also have fresh onigiri—”

Sanemi wished you’d stop calling him that. He usually delighted in the honorific when he was called it by others, but the saccharine lilt to your voice as you danced along his name had his cock pulsing between his thighs uncomfortably.

“No.” He bit back the insult that threatened to follow as you nodded in affirmation.

“Well, you’re welcome to make yourself comfortable for your time here,” You continued, “Our services are open to the Hashira for as long as they see fit.”

He scoffed at that, knowing that a Hashira’s pocket was rarely empty so it made sense they’d want to make as much money from them as possible.

“We don’t have to do anything,” You smiled softly, noticing he was silent as he remained still. The cogs in his head slowly turned as he wondered why he’d even agreed to this in the first place, how he’d even made it this far.

“You think I’m scared or somethin’?” Sanemi gibed, maybe a little harsher than intended, but it felt warranted. Your words made it seem as though you were questioning his valour. And Shinazugawa Sanemi never backed down in fear, especially not like this.

“No,” You tilted your head to the side and Sanemi felt his heart rattle at his cages with how cute you looked. Trying to fight the heat that was slowly rising through his body and tickling the tips of his ears.

He felt hot. If he’d have known this was how easily it was to increase his body temperature warm enough to potentially receive a mark, he would’ve demanded that Uzui bring him here a long, long time ago—

“I can just tell you’ve never been here before,” You hummed, “It’s probably unfamiliar to what you’re used to.”

You were right. Sanemi felt completely out of his depth.

“I have no desire to frequent a whorehouse.” He spat, masking his vulnerability. And yet he was acutely aware of the way you didn’t flinch like many would, cowering away from him in fear as though he were a coiled snake ready to attack.

It was at that moment your eyes met his across the room, and for the first time, he recognised the desolate emptiness in your eyes. He recognised it because it was the same one he held whenever he glanced at his reflection. So much time spent wallowing in self-loathing and pity, forcing himself to submerge himself in sheer hatred instead of looking at the ones around him. Sanemi could tell you’d been through a lot too, suffering at the hands of many while being forced into a life you’d never wanted for yourself. Much like him.

“But you’re here anyway, so you might as well relax for the time,” You smiled back, and it only pained him more that he’d spoken to you with such callousness, “And at least you can avoid your friend for a few hours.”

“Is that what all your visitors come here to do?” He sneered but did not attempt to move.

“To linger in the doorway?” You raised a brow, “No, you would be the first.”

Sanemi felt a heat rise all the way to the tips of his ears at this, noticing he’d barely stepped inside the room since you’d brought him this far.

“I don’t bite, you know.” You laughed as you watched him frozen in place.

Could you tell he was a virgin? He wondered if it was obvious from the way he lingered as his body became engulfed in flames. Willing the ground to swallow him whole at the prospect of appearing so inexperienced, and he was surprised at how much he cared.

“We have many people that come here just to talk,” You smiled, settling down into a kneel, “But you don’t seem like much of a talker.”

But that’s not why he was here, he thinks. The proposition had been offered to him, and Uzui had certainly never mentioned talking. “The perfect medicine!” He’d clapped him on the back as he’d led him towards the establishment, a haughty smile on his face. Sanemi was here to try and settle his temper, to blow off some steam. And yet here he still stood stoic in the doorway, silence hanging in the air.

“Well, if you don’t like to talk. Maybe you’d like to watch?” You offered up the option, as Sanemi froze.

What?

He was certain he wouldn’t make it from this room alive, spending years fighting demons only to be scuppered by a beguiling temptress like you. Positive Uzui had fed him to the wolves the moment he stepped through the doors to this establishment and pulled back the curtain.

Sanemi’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips, a futile action when his throat was this dry, as he played back your offer in his head. The words echoed in his ear as he wondered how he was supposed to receive them, whether he needed to say yes or if you would be so kind as to show him exactly what you meant.

He’d never thought much of laying with a woman before. His line of work failed to offer much chance of finding a suitable wife and settling down, even though Uzui had managed to find three. More interested in ridding the world of the scourge of demons instead of cheap frills and frivolity. Sanemi’s only glimpses of breasts had been in onsens or walking through the Red light district. Enough to have his cock pulsing between his thighs as he fought the temptation, but nothing like how you made him feel standing in front of him right now.

“Uzui-sama had said to show you—”

“Can’t you just get on with it?” He cut you off, definitely a little harsher than intended. But it’s to be expected when he’s like a wild deer backed into a corner, as you mentioned the shepherd that had dragged him to the slaughter.

He was going to kill Uzui-sama when he got out of this, he scoffed, the man probably only attended the house to hear that honorific.

“Of course, Shinazugawa-sama.” You smiled, as Sanemi’s eyes now focused on your smaller hands teasing the opening of your kimono, his cock bucking under his pants at the same honorific, “So you can learn how to please a woman.”

Sanemi didn’t want a woman, he had no intention of pleasing anyone. And yet he found himself wondering on what it would be like to please you. Whether your eyes would roll, or your toes would curl. Thinking about the saccharine sigh of his name tumbling from your lips when he had you on the crux of your bliss. And then he began to wonder whether any man had ever pleased a woman inside these four walls, whether a man had ever pleased you—

“Is that even important?” He scoffed, lips coiled into a sneer as you sat back on your haunches.

“Well, it depends. I’m sure as long as you have a woman to lay with you’ll find your pleasure,” You smiled, finding no offence in his question, “But if you help her find her pleasure you’ll be far more satisfied.”

Sanemi felt the heat inside him start to burn as you pressed him to stay. Telling himself it was out of pure intrigue as he lowered his sword to the floor, his palm still clasped over it as he made his decision to stay.

You managed to get him to kneel, although he positioned himself with one foot on the ground. Knee bent as though he was preparing to flee the scene the moment this became too much.

“So you’re only here because of your friend?” You posed the question to him in an attempt to break the ice, though it was more than obvious to be true.

The hunched shoulders and flushed cheeks made it wholly apparent that this wasn’t one of his usual haunts. And that the Hashira felt extremely out of place—

Awkward.

“He seems to think I’m wound too tight,” Sanemi grunted, eyes focused on the way you languidly disrobed.

If he had the confidence he’d reach across the room and pull the haori down your shoulders himself, telling you to hurry up. He’d never witnessed someone take so long to disrobe, although he supposed this was some sort of show you were supposed to put on for the drunken men who frequented the establishment. So he held back, watching as the fabric finally pooled around you.

“So he brought you here to let off some steam.” You smile, beginning to work on the buttons at the front of your kimono.

“And what say you?” He sneered, “What do you think?”

“I’d say your job is difficult,” You whispered, slowly pulling back the front of your kimono to expose your naked breasts to his prying gaze.

Sanemi didn’t say anything, but you noticed his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. Nostrils flaring as he exhaled softly as the fabric fell around you to join your haori.

“It’s no wonder you have so much rage inside.” You continue, hands delicate in your lap as you allow him to look at you, “It’s okay to let it out. To release some tension—”

You were right, Sanemi supposed. Although since being inside this building he somehow felt worse— the tension continuing to build inside his abdomen as his pelvis tightened uncomfortably, his heavy cock throbbing with desire as it pressed against the front of his uniform. Shifting his thighs as he tried to give himself some slight relief from the incessant throb, as you did little to satiate it when you began to tease your naked breasts.

“Are you a virgin, Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked, although you were certain you already knew the answer.

“What’s it to you?” He mocked, “You’re just a common whore ready to spread her legs. It’s your job—”

“I’m sorry, my Lord.” You smile softly, finding no malice in his words. It was clear he was trying to deflect your question, as though the answer burned him to say, “I was certain you wanted to talk.”

You were worried you may have pushed him too much, that he would turn and flee the room and leave you naked and alone. Or worse— attack.

You’d had it happen before. Men who would enter the building of their own free will, before turning on you at the last moment. Hands wound tight around your neck as they blamed you for cheating on their wives, for making them do this. And it wasn’t just the men who had nothing else to lose; the ones that would spend their final gold on a night with a woman. These were respected members of society— samurai, business owners, and demon slayers. And perhaps that’s why every other woman had cowered in fear when the Wind Pillar had stepped through the door, because they expected nothing less from the ruthless Hashira.

But he looked vulnerable.

“If you don’t want to talk,” You continued to pull back the fabric of your kimono to expose your naked frame to his lilac eyes, the material cascaded down your body and onto the floor as you allowed him to drink in the sight of you. His eyes roamed your naked skin as they followed a path along your sternum, between the valley of your breasts until they settled on your chubby mound, “I’m certain there are other things we could do that would please you.”

Sanemi’s throat seized as he watched your hands reach up to mould against your round breasts, the skin dipping beneath your touch as you let out a soft, satisfied gasp. A sound that sent jolts of electricity surging through his veins. Enough to have his hands balling into tight fists that settled on top of his thighs as blunt nails dug into his palms, focused on the way your nipples hardened as you pinched and rolled them between your thumb and forefinger.

“You can touch me, you know,” You murmured, “I don’t mind.”

Sanemi swallowed thickly at the invitation. It was why he was here, after all. But somehow it felt daunting to reach out and close the gap, unsure where he should even start with you as he stayed stoic across the room.

You chanced scooting towards him across the wooden floor, settling yourself in front of him as you reached out to grasp one of his tightly closed fists. Gently prying his fingers open as he allowed you to contort his hand, splaying his fingers as you laced your fingers through his own, threading them together as your warmth engulfed him.

The action felt too intimate, which felt peculiar to say when he was sat opposite a half-naked stranger. And yet, he found himself not wanting to pull away. He leaned into your touch, his palm squeezing yours as you took it for reassurance, a soft smile on your face as he found himself beginning to relax.

“It’s okay,” You cooed, “We can just sit like this if you’d prefer.”

You were delighted when you felt the tense muscles in his hand begin to relax as his clenched jaw softened.

“Or we can tell your friend we did everything you wanted,” You continue with a laugh, “And that way it wouldn’t be a lie.”

And Sanemi wished he could put all his wants into words. The thoughts that now ran rampant through his mind as he breathed in the candied scent of you, feeling you lean closer to pepper gentle kisses to the side of his jaw. Tickling his skin against the growing stubble that left a shadow as you moved forward to place your hand flat against his muscular thigh.

“There wouldn’t be a need to lie.” Sanemi’s voice was rough like gravel as he tried desperately to wet his tongue, the roof of his mouth giving no appeasement as his Adam’s apple bobbed thickly.

“Oh?” You murmured, feeling no hint of him pulling away as you leaned back to face him. Your breath fanning his skin as you looked at him through thick, long lashes. Sultry eyes flickering towards his chapped lips before returning his gaze, “So what would you like us to tell him?”

“W-what?” Sanemi stuttered, cursing himself for sounding so pathetic.

“What is it you’d like to tell him?” You smiled softly, your hand slipping higher along his thigh, “What stories do you want to return with?”

And now Sanemi was certain this was the closest he’d come to death.

“Maybe I can suck your cock?” The words almost had him falling apart as he focused on every syllable, unused to someone speaking to him with such candour.

“Uh- yeah.” He felt the embarrassment begin to bloom inside him at his pathetic response as his eyes bore into your own.

You managed to get him on his back, chest heaving as you began to unfasten the belt around his hips. Watching the way his gut clenched in anticipation as you palmed him softly through the rough fabric, causing his hips to buck as he cursed beneath his breath.

“You feel big, Shinazugawa-sama.”

“Call me Sanemi.” He barked back gruffly, wanting to hear the sweet sound of his name leave your lips instead.

“Of course, Sanemi.” You cooed. Never making it to the futon as you straddled his thighs where he lay on the hardwood floor. Shrugging off the rest of your kimono to leave your body completely bare above him as he had to try to remember to breathe.

It was difficult to think when he noticed just how close your bare cunt was to his crotch, certain he could feel the warmth radiating from it against his thigh as you began to tug his pants down. Enough to free his aching cock as it drooped hard and heavy against his pelvis, long enough to follow the curve of his hip as the uncut tip leaked pearlescent beads of pre. Your stomach swirled at the sight of him, what he lacked in size he made up for in sheer girth. Thick, bulging veins forking along his girth as you imagined how he would feel buried inside you, the stretch as he fucked to into the shape of him. The thoughts had your neglected cunt throbbing around nothing as you felt warm slick begin to pool between your thighs.

“I was right— you are big.” You noted, wrapping a slender hand around him at the base as his hips jerked in surprise. Biting back a sharp hiss from between clenched teeth at the sensation as his palms instantly balled into fists at his sides.

“Is that what you say to every man that passes through here?” Sanemi spat, but he secretly hoped this wasn’t the case. He was filled with the incessant desire to impress you, to have you fawning over him. Even though none of this was real.

“No, actually,” You smiled, “I think it might actually hurt if you fuck me.”

Sanemi’s cock kicked with your blase tone, certain he was about to come undone from your words alone. But as if that weren’t enough, he felt himself choking back a grunt when you leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his leaking tip. Licking your lips to taste his pre as you stared up at him from under thick lashes, “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Sanemi almost snorted at this. As though he wouldn’t be able to overpower you and push you off in an instant, you wouldn’t stand a chance—

“Oh, fuckin’ shit—” All conscious thoughts were ripped away from him the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock. Catching you by surprise as his hips jerked roughly, forcing more of his length inside your wet mouth as the heady tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat. The sudden motion caused you to gag as you pulled back to cough and splutter, and Sanemi felt downright depraved when he throbbed at the sight of you. Strings of spit mixed with his pre connected him to your mouth as he groaned, noticing the fat tears that now clumped in your lashes as he tried to remember to breathe, “I’m sorry, I’m—”

“It’s okay,” You brushed him off with a smile, your warm palms stroked softly against his hairy thighs as he tried to calm his body down, “I actually liked it.”

You liked it? Gods, you were certain to be the death of him.

You took him into your mouth again as he fought back the urge to cant his hips forward, growling when your tongue began to trace the bulging veins along his length. Hollowing your cheeks as you began to gently bob your head along him as the hand wrapped around his base began to massage his heavy balls.

It was no wonder Uzui always seemed particularly cheery if this was what he got to experience at home. Sanemi’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he clenched them shut, positive that one look at you with your lips wrapped around him would have him coming undone in an instant.

“You can hold my head, show me what you like.” You murmured against the tip of his cock as you pulled back for air before swallowing him again. Coaxing him to touch you, to move you how he’d like to be treated, and Sanmei wondered why he should even bother when this already felt like heaven.

The whiny, desperate whine that vibrated around his cock the moment he held the back of your head in a large palm was his answer. Your throat instantly tightened around him as he swallowed back another debauched moan, tightening his grip as he began to help you bob your head along his cock. Careful not to hurt you as he pushed you down so the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat with each downward motion, something that had him leaking even more pre as the salty taste dampened your tongue.

Sanemi could already feel his balls tightening in anticipation, your movements sending him closer to bliss as he used your mouth for his own pleasure.

There’s something about being the only person to see Shinazugawa Sanemi like this. A strong, powerful man who strikes fear into the hearts of many brought to his knees as you tower over him.

His cheeks blaze fiery red as the bloom spreads to the tips of his ears as you wrap his cock into a gentle fist, squeezing the base as he tries to stop his hips from canting forward pathetically. The noise that spills from his lips is more akin to an injured animal as he tries to stop himself from spilling his release so easily. But this is exactly what you do to him, the only person that can make him feel this way.

“Do something.” His tone is cold and brash, but there’s no real malice behind it as you have him as close to begging as you can.

Your fingers slip lower from his balls as you run your thumb along his taint, dipping into the sensitive skin as you have Sanemi’s hips bucking wildly as he catches you completely off guard as he cums with a depraved snarl. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt from his pulsing cock as you catch them in your mouth, coating your throat in his potent seed as his chest heaves from the intensity. His hand remains rough at the back of your head as he forgets his hold on you, keeping you pinned on his cock as he fills you with his release.

It’s only when you splutter that Sanemi realises his hold on you, pulling away as though he’s been burned as his lilac eyes stare down at you with worry. Watching you quiver as you cough and splutter again, as he sits up in an instant to cup your neck and assess if you’re okay.

“Shit, I’m sorry—” He rasps, his cock still half-hard and doused in your spit as it hangs between you. “I didn’t mean to— are you okay?”

And for the first time, it feels as though he’s let his walls down. The worry in his tone, paired with his wide eyes show you the concern that you hadn’t expected from the harsh Wind Pillar when he’d first entered the room, and yet here he was offering you more kindness and compassion than a lot of your previous visitors.

Your throat burns, but you answer him by parting your lips and lolling your tongue out so he can see that you’ve swallowed every drop of cum he’d given you. An action that already has his cock stirring for more attention as Sanemi bites back the harsh groan that threatens to rumble deep in his chest at the sight of you.

You really had no idea that you’d be the complete undoing of him, he supposed as he allowed his thumb to brush against your soft cheek. Smiling when you leaned into his touch, still settled between his thighs.

He decided at that moment he’d quite like to kiss you. Uncertain if that was even something people did in these establishments, whether you’d even allow him to. Wondering if you’d ever wanted to kiss any of the men you’d spent time with working here, whether you’d even want to kiss him. Remembering that this was probably nothing more than a job to you, another way to pay off your debts and get yourself out.

He’d get you out if he could. Spare you from all the disgusting, rowdy creeps that you have to deal with daily and protect you from the horrors of this world.

“Are you okay?” You tilted your head to the side as Sanemi was brought back from his thoughts.

“Weren’t you gonna show me how to please a woman?” He ignored your question as his chapped lips brushed against the curve of your jaw.

“Oh,” Your cheeks flushed with a delicate flourish as warmth bloomed across your skin, “Oh, yeah.”

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you’d even be able to handle his touch on your skin. Your cunt already throbbing wanton and desperate with need as your slick began to soak your inner thighs, positive no one else had made you feel like this before.

Reaching out to wrap your smaller palm around his wrist as he allowed you to move it how you pleased, lifting it to move it to settle against one of your soft breasts.

“Oh,” You heaved a sigh as your fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist as Sanemi began to clench his fingers, barely a squeeze as though he was worried about hurting you as you coaxed him for more, “That feels good.”

The words seemed to encourage him as he began to massage the soft skin, calloused fingers grazing against your sensitive nipples that had you crying out for him. Pleased when he took the initiative to give your other breast the same attention, your cheeks flushed as he stared shamelessly at your exposed skin.

Reaching down you circled a hand around his thick wrist, raising his hand as you placed his calloused palm against your warm breast. Thick lashes fluttered on impact as you looked down at the way he encompassed it, fingers barely flexing as he noticed the way his hand circled it. You ground your hips against him, his semi-hard cock poking into the swell of your ass as you remained seated on his abdomen. The motion pressed you harder against his hand as he began to clench his fingers, squeezing the supple skin as a breathy whine escaped your lips.

Sanemi hadn’t seen many breasts, but he was certain that you were the prettiest by far. Gaining more confidence as he started to squeeze at the soft skin, his thumb grazing over one of your hardening nipples as it stiffened to a taut peak. Biting down on glossy lips you watched him focused and intent, giving the same attention to the other side as he began to palm them both.

Sanemi inhaled softly when your fingers began to busy themselves with the fastenings of his shirt, spreading what little was left to push it off his shoulders along with his haori. Your eyes trailed over each raised scar that marred his perfect skin, fingertips delicately brushing over each line of rough skin and puckered flesh. Giving the same amount of attention to each one, knowing that they all held their own story. Spending slightly longer on the long ones that crossed against the front of his chest, dangerously close to his heart as your palm stopped against his sternum to feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Sanemi had never found his scars repulsive, but for some reason beneath your gaze, he felt self-conscious. Worried that you may find him hideous and cower away from him like most others did. Others, whose opinions he didn’t care about, but yours?

“I know they appear ugly.”

“They’re not ugly,” You hum softly, “I’m just sorry you had to go through the pain to receive them.”

Some scars run deeper, ones that don’t mark and marr his skin. The ones that permeate through to his heart, twisting and contorting as they sear into him hotter than any flame. Demons that keep him awake at night as he’s forced to relive the moments he’s received them, times that he’s faced certain death— and perhaps he deserved it. The pain of receiving them was often forgotten by Sanemi. The hurt and damage from each scar would never equate to the feeling of seeing his loved ones slain, from losing his family.

“But each one tells a story,” You continued, smiling softly. Fingertips stroking over the raised scars there, following the damaged skin as you mapped out every curve and ridge. “Each one holds a reason as to why you’re still here.”

Sanemi had never had someone touch him like this before, he’d never been handled with such care. It was at that moment that Sanemi decided he didn’t want you with anyone else, that you were his and only his.

“We all have scars, but some we try to hide more than others.” You hummed.

Fuck it. He thought as he reached around your neck to pull you into a fierce kiss, catching you off guard. His teeth clashed against your soft lips as he fought to deepen in, inexperience shining through his actions as his nose bumped yours roughly. His movements were sloppy and unpractised as he was far too chaste; too eager. Your lips follow along with his to try and guide him, your tongue teasingly laps at the corner of his lips and he does little to stop you. Trying to anticipate your movements as his lips fall open, granting you entrance as you smile against him.

Your fingers splay against his jaw, holding him steady to help slow him down. Moving your lips with purpose as your tongue brushed past his parted ones, delving into his mouth as you swallowed the moans that vibrated at the back of Sanemi’s throat. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as you felt his arms encircle you to pull you closer, tightening his grip on you as if no matter how close you were it would never be enough.

His still half-hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you shamelessly roll your hips, pressing your lower half against it for some sweet relief as your cunt virtually burned with neglect. You’d never felt so on edge as you were tempted to reach down and press two fingers to your puffy clit to give yourself some respite. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by the perceptive Hashira who broke the kiss to stare between your bodies.

Sanemi’s fingers were warm as they brushed through your messy folds, hiding your face in his neck as you felt his knuckle graze your clit. A whiny, breathless sigh warmed his skin when he felt your tight hole begin to catch against the calloused pad of his finger.

How were you this fucking wet already and he’d barely touched you? Was this all for him?

“Please,” You murmured. Sanemi felt you roll your hips against his hand, as though you were trying to drop yourself down on his finger, eager for stimulation. Granting your wish as he slipped a solo finger inside you, baulking when he felt how warm, wet and tight you were.

Sanemi wasn’t foolish, he knew about sex. But he just had no idea that this is what you looked like down there, what you felt like. How was he supposed to fit his cock inside here when you were this tight? Surely he’d split you in two.

The moan that left your lips was debauched, and the sound surged directly to his cock. Swallowing thickly as he pressed forward again, letting the calloused pad of his finger press against your velvety walls. Trying to draw another noise like that from your throat.

Sanemi was gentle and precise compared to the other men that frequented the establishment, so used to your pleasure being unimportant as they were quick to push into you with little care or decency. Fulfilling their own needs and leaving you a crumpled, fragile mess after with comments on how thankful you should be that they were helping to pay off your debt. Glad that most men that you encountered seemed to only want comfort, a warm body to lay beside so they could fool themselves for a moment that they mattered to someone.

“Is this okay?” His voice was laced with uncertainty, his finger plunging into your tight sex as he grazed your ridged walls.

“Curl it,” You murmured, breaking off into a high-pitched gasp when he brushed against the sensitive spot inside you. Your reaction was an indication he’d found what he’d been searching for as he focused his movements against it. Deft and precise as Sanemi began to pump the lone finger in and out of you, lilac eyes focused on the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Yeah?” He hummed in satisfaction, “You like that?”

Your cunt clenched around him in response, biting down on your bottom lip as you found yourself rolling your hips in tandem with him, moving one of your hands from his shoulders to slip between your bodies to join his as you pressed slow, precise circles against your needy clit.

“What are you doing?” His voice turned to a deep snarl, brows furrowed as he watched you touch yourself in front of him.

“Touching my clit.” You gasped as he knocked your hand away roughly, moving his thumb to press blindly against your slit to replace it.

“I’ll do it,” He growled, the authoritative lilt to his tone had you trembling as he made rough strokes in an attempt to find your sensitive nub, “There?”

He questioned as he rubbed the junction of your labia, pressing against your folds as you tried to lift your hips to position his hand.

“No,” You murmured, holding his wrist before moving your slender fingers towards his thumb to press the pad of it flat against your clit. Whining on contact as his touch felt instantly better than your own, “Here— can you feel it?”

“Yeah,” Sanemi released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding in as he began to press tough, persistent circles against it while curling his finger inside you.

“Add another finger, please?” You begged, moving your hands back to his broad shoulders to support yourself as you continued to match his movements.

“Yeah?” He murmured, pressing both fingers against the spongy spot inside you as he began to thrust them languidly, tilting his head back to stop you from shying away from his gaze as he watched your face morph into pleasure, “You like that?”

“So good,” You affirmed, feeling the coil inside you start to wind and tighten as Sanemi focused on your pleasure. Certain your cunt was drooling into his open palm as he followed your movements, pressing deeper each time you tried to roll your hips, “I’m close.”

“Then cum.” His voice commanded, his tone curt and domineering as you found yourself succumbing to the pleasure that threatened to spill over. Your cunt clenched desperately around his digits as you came with a choked gargle of his name, white spots blanking your vision as your entire body convulsed. Sanemi’s other hand splayed flat at the arch of your back to stop you from toppling backwards as he continued to press messy circles into your throbbing clit, prolonging the sensation, “Good girl.” The words had you throbbing as he helped you ride out your bliss.

“I—” You panted, at a loss for words as your nails dug into the delicate skin on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake that Sanemi hoped would scar.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum.” Sanemi grunted, and you had to rip his hand away from your poor sex when the sensation became too much. Already feeling him forcing you towards another—

“You shouldn’t be so good at that, Shinazugawa-sama.” You groaned in satisfaction, pulling back as you noticed his cock practically leaking against his chest from the sight of you. Leaving silvery lines of pre against his skin as he sat hard and ready for you.

“What did I say to call me?” He rasped.

“Sanemi,” You breathed, and the Wind Pillar was certain he would never tire of hearing his name flow from your lips.

Was it normal to fall in love the first night with someone? With a courtesan no less. Sanemi wondered how many men had stepped through the doors of this house with the same question, returning to spend the night with a woman who was only interested in how deep their pockets were. But it somehow felt different with you— the look in your eyes made it feel like it was something more than just a transaction. And well, if it wasn’t Sanemi was positive he’d give every last penny he owned for one more night with you.

“It’s okay if you want to stop,” You smiled gently, hoping that he wouldn’t. Your cunt clenched desperately around nothing as you yearned for him, wanting to feel him stretch you out in the most intoxicating way.

You were certain it was going to hurt judging from the sheer mass that was now resting between your thighs, thick and heady. Feeling the tip almost graze your belly button as you imagined just how deep he would be inside of you. Your cunt fluttered in anticipation as he began to stroke the fat tip of his cock between your messy folds. Feeling them part for him as he nudged against your sensitive clit, making you cry out for him as he repeated the motion.

“Why would I stop?” He bit back, “You’re getting paid aren’t you?”

He hated himself for the words that left his lips, the regret evident on his features the moment he’d uttered them. But it was what he did. Pushing people away before they got too close, before he let them in—

“I’m sorry,” He murmured apologetically, “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” You cut him off with a small smile, used to hearing far worse as you smoothed a hand through the light hairs that scarred against his chest, “Are you ready?”

And Sanemi was certain he’d never been more prepared for anything in his life, his palms still planted firmly against your hips as he watched you reach down to wrap your palm around his drooling cock.

Holding it upright as you leaned forward to adjust yourself so the building tip was pressed against your right entrance. His fingers were no match for the stretch of the engorged tip as you slowly began to coax him inside. The first inch was painful, a delicious ache swirling in your abdomen as you tried to relax. Inhaling deeply as you gave an experimental roll of your hips, forcing another inch inside as you began to feel the stretch. The protruding veins that forked along his girth did nothing to ease the tension as you could practically feel them throb against your inner walls as you sank lower onto him.

Sanemi wasn’t fairing much better, his pupils blown as he was certain he could see every shade of colour. His grip against your hips bruising now as he tried to think of anything but the sensation of your cunt wrapped around him for the first time. He was barely halfway inside, and now he was positive he wouldn’t last by the time you made it to the base— his balls already drawn up and heavy as he imagined emptying his seed into your ripe cunt.

You were so fucking warm, and drenched. It was making it difficult to think as your slick left creamy rings around the girth of his cock, drooling down to his balls as you soaked his skin. Sanemi found himself becoming lightheaded, blindly pawing for your waist to centre himself. The back of his head knocked against the wooden floor as he readjusted his hips, giving you a few more inches as you moaned at the sensation. Catching yourself with soft palms against his chest as you rolled down into his touch, his stiff cock almost wholly inside you as you felt the messy hairs that sat at his base tickle your clit.

You still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. But it feels like a moment too long for Sanemi, a moment that drives him closer to the desperate release his body already craves. His hefty balls are already tight and pulsing as they threaten to spill into your eager hole.

It’s as though you notice when you start to roll your hips above him. But Sanemi reckons this is worse— your tits sway with your alluring movement, the cool air in the room hits his cock when you rise your hips to pull off him before seating yourself back down and he’s certain you’ll be the death of him. That Uzui will find the shattered remains of his body in this very room as he dies buried deep inside your molten cunt. How had he managed to continue life for so long without feeling this? It’s now the only pleasure he ever wants to indulge in as he watches you intently through blown eyes.

“Are you okay?” You hum with a teasing swirl of your hips and Sanemi has to wet his lips to reply. His tongue rolls over white teeth before clearing his throat, a heavy rumble in his chest as calloused fingers dip into the fat at your hips.

“‘m fine,” It’s all he can muster. Certain if he says more it’ll be over, and Sanemi doesn’t want this to be over, “Fuckin’ tight.”

“You feel so good,” You offer in return, “Stretching me so much—”

And Sanemi isn’t sure he even wants to hear it. Uncertain whether it’s because you have his cock pulsing from your sultry tone that leaves him shaking on the crux of his climax, or that he thinks you’re lying. Another deceitful line you give to all your paying customers.

“Shinazugawa-sama.” You breathe and Sanemi feels his Adam’s apple throb in his throat.

“Sanemi,” He growls, low and domineering, “I said call me Sanemi.”

“Sanemi.” You parrot, and the sound of it has his hips jerking sloppily as he fucks up into you, his name now sounded from your lips like a dull mantra, “Sanemi.”

Your hands are splayed across his chest as you try to keep your movements consistent, hips rolling against him as you ride his cock. Trying to commit the sight to memory as your eyes follow every line and scar that settles across his skin, soft fingertips following them as you ride him. An indication of just how powerful the man beneath you is, the man you’ve brought to his knees.

“Oh, fuck.” You sound out, and Sanemi thinks it’s cute the sound of such a vulgar word spilling from your sweet lips.

And Sanemi wants to make you make more sounds like that, to pull every one from your pretty throat and commit each one to memory. Remembering every saccharine lilt and coo as though he’s conducting his own debauched symphony. Sounds that will comfort him when he thinks of you, of this. He moves his hand from your hip, pressing a thumb against your pelvis before dipping lower. Stroking his digits through your messy slit, and when he touches your clit your body convulses. Hips bucking so wildly on contact his eyes are wide as though he’s done something wrong. Taking his hand to press his fingers back against it as you coax him into touching you there again.

Hunching over him as you try to keep your pace, your movements borderline pathetic as you chase the pleasure of his calloused thumb against your sensitive bud. His eyes watch you curiously as he speeds up the sloppy figure of eights he presses into it, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him in response.

“This is supposed to be for you.” You choke out, unused to your clients even thinking about your pleasure.

“Who says it’s not?” Sanemi scoffs; the sight of you like this is worth every damn penny Uzui is paying, “I want you to come undone for me.”

The dominant, commanding husk to his voice has your pelvis contorting as your body wills itself to unravel on command. Barely able to cry out his name as you find your release, your silky walls clamp down around his cock as they desperately try to milk him of his release. Your nails dig into muscular pectorals as you try to keep yourself upright, to hold onto the single thread of sanity you have left.

But Sanemi’s thumb doesn’t stop against your clit, following your jerky movements as your hips coil and spasm. Keeping his touch firm and persistent as he helps you ride out one climax to have you soaring towards another.

It’s too much, and you’re not sure you can handle it as your hands slip down to wrap around his wrist. Feebly trying to pull his grip away from your sloppy cunt as you watch the muscles in his arm tighten, veins popping out proudly as they fork towards his wrist. Practically snarling as he easily fights your weaker grip, “Don’t.”

And once again he throws you into ecstasy, your body trembling as another intense orgasm surges through your veins. Soaking his cock with your essence as you feel how wet and sloppy you are between your thighs, any friction dissipating as it’s all you can do but pathetically grind yourself against his finger while you ride out your bliss.

“Sanemi,” You whine, unable to hold yourself upright as you feel yourself falling forward onto his chest. Your face nuzzled into the junction of his neck as you trap his muscular arm between your bodies, his thumb still at your overstimulated clit as he gives it a few more lingering swipes, “S’too much.”

And Sanemi has to agree. It’s far too much, but also not enough at the same time. His cock throbs at the feeling of your drenched walls soaking him, fluttering in the aftershocks of your release as he’s certain he’s on the cusp of his own end. Slipping his arm from between your bodies in ease in favour of wrapping both arms around you, pinning you against his chest as he bends both his legs at the knee. Planting his feet on the hardwood floor for stability as he holds you against him.

He catches you by surprise as he begins to thrust up into you. His movements are chaotic and messy, with a deep-set sense of urgency as he chases his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with the syrupy wetness of your cunt that has your cheeks burning fiery red as you pant and whine against his neck. Mouthing at the thin layer of sweat that sticks to his skin, the salty taste of it mitigating on your tongue as you let him use you for his pleasure.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” Your voice sings out against the column of his throat and his hips give one more rugged jolt as he buries himself inside you to the hilt and coats your inner walls with balmy spurts of cum. The sensation causes heat to plume inside you as you indulge in the sensation as he gives a few more careless thrusts like he’s unable to stop his hips from jerking as he gives you everything he’s got left to give.

Sanemi’s eyes are blown wide, staring up at the ceiling as you move with the rise and fall of his chest. His arms still wound so tightly around you that you’re unable to move, left to bask in the warm afterglow as you cling to him. One of your hands braced against his sternum, feeling for the cadence of his racing heart.

“Are you okay?” You murmur softly when he hasn’t spoken for a while, and you’re met with a delicate kiss to your temple as he tightens his grip.

You’re certain you lay there for hours after, his warmth engulfing you as he traces gentle patterns against the expanse of your back while your fingers cord through his messy hair. Nails grazing against his skin while you feel the pleasure rumble deep in his chest, eyes heavy as sleep threatens to consume you. You shift above him slightly and whine pathetically as you feel his soft cock finally slip from your sloppy hole, the wetness unable to maintain a grip on him as you shudder at the cold air in the room cooling your molten cunt. His thick, potent seed begins to drip from your cunt into thick puddles on his pelvis and onto the floor as his arms tighten possessively around you for the smallest hint of a moment. As though he’d tricked himself into thinking that you were actually his, before realising his foolish mistake.

“I should go.” His voice rumbles, firm and authoritative. A sound that has you moving off him, despite your body’s plea to stay like this just a while longer.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Shinazugawa-sama.” You respond, watching as he begins to redress himself. Tucking his cock, still glazed with your drying slick, back into his pants.

You’d hoped he would correct you a final time. Telling you to call him by name as he buttoned the first few buttons of his shirt before tugging his haori back on, but the words don’t come.

You wonder whether it’s because he’s unsure what to say, lingering by the door as though he wants to turn back to give you a proper goodbye. Reaching down to grab your kimono to pull it back over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” He whispers before tugging at the door.

You were hoping it would feel a little less transactional, even though you were certain that this was all it was to him. A coldness now resides in the room that you’re certain you’d never felt before, an uncertain frost that bites away at the fierce burn of your heart. You have to remind yourself of the reason why you’re here, the reason why the Wind Hashira had chosen to lay with you.

The next morning you were surprised to find out just how much Sanemi had left behind that evening. Certain the payment was more than enough to settle your debts and free you from this existence, as you felt the fog of uncertainty that shrouded your time here begin to clear.

You’d hoped that he would’ve left some way to thank him, a forwarding address or at least a note to accompany the payment. But what you didn’t expect was for the Wind Pillar to be waiting at the dark purple curtains for you as you came down the stairs.

[s-uwu-kuna]

Gentle Breeze 10 -- Proposal

by s-uwu-kuna

pairing: sanemi shinazugawa x fem! reader

category: slow burn, romance, smut, angst, so much fluff

warnings: explicit content mdni, nicknames (baby, sugar), cunnilingus, sanemi is down bad for you, special guest tengen uzui is back, unwanted kiss, panicking, lots of panicking, some wholesome family time

word count: 7k

author's note: sanemi is a munch: confirmed

kny masterlist | ao3 | writing disclaimers | chapter index <- previous ꩜ next -> taglist: @dearestsam, @chiharuhashibira

Your eyes went wide as Sanemi flipped your apron over his head, and tugged your pants and underwear down, pooling them at your ankles.

“Wait—wait!!” you panicked, “Sanemi, I’m so sweaty after working…”

“I know. You smell so fucking good…” He spread your thighs with glee, and his breath hitched at the sight of you…

His sudden silence had you nervous…until…you felt him kiss your inner thigh~! You never thought about having his lips linger there, but his hot tongue proved to be enlightening... “O-Ohh, Sanemi…”

“You’re so pretty under here, too…it’s not fair…” he mumbled on your skin while he gently pressed his thumb to your clit. The shop lights were dim under the cover of your apron, but he could see everything he needed to…

With slow fingers, he parted your labia, and continued to kiss and suck on your thighs, watching as you started to clench and cream for him. He inhaled your scent deeply, and his pupils were quickly blown. “Fuck…” Sanemi’s mouth was watering… He wanted to watch you cum once, just like this…

You whimpered and shifted your hips, starting to blush in anticipation. “You’re not just gonna stare, are you?” Self-consciousness was starting to eat at you, the way you wish he would…

“I’m just takin’ my time…” Another wet kiss on your other thigh, then he whispered a gentle command, “Be patient for me, Sugar…” He sucked your thigh fat and started to sink his teeth in, just like he had been fantasizing since he first saw you working in this very spot.

He let out a groan at the taste of your sweat, and your softness giving under his canines. He caressed your outer leg with his free hand, so appreciative for this opportunity to indulge…

You arched into his touch as his thumb circled your clit faster. “Please, ’Nemi…” You were so frustrated… You kicked your pants and underwear off of your feet and rested your calves on his back. You simply had to sit there, and take what he gave you~!

Your slick started to drip down between your ass cheeks, and he rewarded you with his finger. He was shocked at how quickly you took it!! He couldn’t see your face, but based on your whimpering, it was undeniable how turned on he had you…

He felt pride blooming in his chest. “Wanna cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!”

He laughed into your thigh, eyes bugging out at how drenched his hand was becoming. “So polite now~!” he teased, “You were bein’ such a brat five minutes ago… What happened?”

“Sanemi!!!”

“Ahh, there she is…”

Before you could protest further, he curled his finger inside you and quickly pulled you to the edge of orgasm. He missed your face dearly, but he reveled in the way your puffy little pussy clenched on his finger…in how your moaning turned breathy…in how you needed him…

“So fuckin’ pretty baby, cum for me.” He flexed his wrist and sped up his hand, the motion to send you to ecstasy now engrained in his muscle memory. “Come on…”

!!

“Ahhh~! F-Fuck!! Yesssss~!!!” you whined.

Music to his ears, and a feast for his eyes… You creamed all over his hand, giving him all the sweetness he could ever desire. Not waiting for you to come down, he slid his finger out——and immediately replaced it with his tongue.

You bit down on your lip to stifle your squeal~!

Sanemi started to devour you!!! And you were so good to him… Your thighs clamped down on his head like a vice, and the voice between his ears was loud: “This is it—this is how I die, and I accept it!! Take me now, Gods!!!”

“‘Nemi~~! Gods, Yesss…’Nemi~~there!!”

He groaned at your nectar gushing on his tongue. It was better eating you up…directly from the source… He flicked his tongue on your clit until you stopped trembling. As your thighs relaxed, he hiked them onto his shoulders and slowed down again, cleaning you up with leisure. You might have finished, but Sanemi wasn’t done…

Hypnotized by your lower lips, he kept kissing them, shovin' his tongue inside your cunt and swirlin' it around your honeyed walls… Suckin' on your clit to make you clench more out... He couldn’t stop growling and groaning at your flavor…

That first orgasm was for you, but the next two would be for him...

“Oh Gods… Sanemi, your mouth…!!!" you gasped, "Mmmh~!”

He scooped your ass up in his palms, and pressed his face into you, keeping you anchored to that crate so he could eat you up…

You’d cum twice more on his tongue before he felt like his ears were warmed enough by your thighs~!

…

It was twenty minutes later into the night, when he finally flipped your apron back off of his head, when Sanemi realized—he was in deep trouble.

That fucked-out look on your face… You had been tangling your hands in your hair and biting on your lips… You were in ecstasy--but exhausted.

…

He'd have to come in early tomorrow and handle the crates by himself…

With how tempting you were, and how hard his cock was—it took everything decent in him to get you to your house after that.

He did, as always. Safe and sound.

But…

He really wanted to carry you and sprint back to his place instead...so he could eat you all night, until you both passed out…

…in the comfort of his bed…

…and wake up to you in the morning, and do it again…

…and again…

—

After jerking off to that fantasy the second he crossed the threshold of his bedroom, Sanemi accepted reality.

He needed help, again.

He had seen—and tasted—the gates of heaven, and couldn’t stand being locked out anymore.  

…

Sanemi took a quick bath, then settled in at his dining table with a paper and calligraphy brush, unable to sleep. He whistled out the open window for his crow, Sorai, to come to him.

Sanemi read aloud as he wrote, “For…Brother…Uzui…SOS…Need…to…talk…Meet…at…Tea…House…sunset…tomorrow.” He signed his name nicely, just like you taught him. Sorai flapped his wings proudly at Sanemi’s writing, and confirmed the note’s destination.

Then, he sent Sorai off into the night, looking at the moon and longing for you.

…

Damn it.

It wasn’t long before his cock was hard again…

“I was shocked when I got your crow. That was the first letter I’ve received from you—maybe ever? And with an SOS??“ Tengen asked, eyes wide at how fast Sanemi was eating.

Tengen had ordered a mochi spread after he saw how hot and bothered Sanemi was upon arriving at the Tea House. He was now stress-eating the matcha mochi.

“What the fuck is up?” Tengen took a sip of his tea, bemusedly taking in Sanemi’s not-so-flashy work uniform, with flour dusted along the collar. He didn’t even go change after his shift at the bakery.

Sanemi finished a heavy swallow of the cooling green ice cream, then took a deep breath. “I—“ Sanemi couldn’t believe he was about to say it…

“I tasted her.”

Tengen spat out his drink, nearly choking. Oh no. “Like, with your fingers? Or…” Tengen stuck his tongue out and flicked it suggestively.

Sanemi huffed. “Both.”

Tengen earnestly took in Sanemi‘s appearance, now. His eyes were wired. His cheeks were flushed. He was done for.

“And…how do you feel now?” 

A vein in Sanemi’s neck bulged as he remembered how deliciously you gushed on his tongue…how your plush thighs trembled against his ears…squeezing his head to keep him there…

“…Still hungry…” he said, “Starving…”

“Oh, my brother…” Tengen winced. “You torture yourself…”

Sanemi couldn’t get your voice out of his head!!! “‘Nemi~~! Gods, Yesss…’Nemi~~there!!”

!!!

Sanemi groaned and hid his face in his hand, leaning over the table. His knee was bouncing, making his body quake. He was a fiend for you!!! “I can’t stop… I’ve been beatin’ my dick like three times every night… Tengen, what do I do?” he asked, desperately.

“How badly do you want her?”

“More than anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed. “I don’t wanna wake up without her anymore. I love her…I need her.”  

Tengen smiled, and nodded. He looked down at the spread of treats on the silver tray in front of them, and noticed that Sanemi had finished nearly all of the matcha mochi—over everything else. “You should marry her.”

Sanemi’s eyes darted at Tengen from in between his fingers, still hiding. “You think she’d say yes?”

Tengen nodded. “She loves you. She has for awhile, if she’s letting you taste her…”

Sanemi felt his face get hot. 

“She would say yes,” Tengen continued, “But are you prepared to ask her?”

Sanemi sat back in his chair and settled his hands in his lap, stroking the back of his own knuckles on his missing fingers, the way you always do. He missed your touch. Less than a day away from you, and still—he ached. 

“I think so,” he said.

“Do you know so?” Tengen asked, brow raised in suspicion.

Sanemi panicked. 

Marriage?

Where did he even begin??

Sanemi’s father was a terrible husband to his mother. He didn’t have a good model to follow... “I don’t know??” he half-asked. 

Tengen snatched the last matcha mochi from the tray, faster than Sanemi could stop him. “If someone took your favorite flavor away forever, could you live with yourself?”

“Give it back…” Sanemi growled.

Tengen laughed and handed it back immediately, the answer being so obvious. “Okay, so we know you need this flavor more than anything. That’s settled. But—“ He gripped the tray containing the rest of the mochi. “Will you accept…never having these other flavors again?” 

He held them up tantalizingly in front of Sanemi, making sure to let him smell each flavor individually… Sanemi’s eyes darted between the singular green mochi in between his fingers, and the dozen other colorful flavors on the tray…

Tengen saw the gears turning in his friend’s head and hummed, knowingly. “Infidelity is a very serious matter, Sanemi. You must be strong enough to resist the temptation of everyone who is not your wife,” he lectured, then set the tray back down. “If you are not absolutely certain that you can be a devoted husband, then you must be tested.”

“Tested?” Sanemi didn’t like the mischief brewing on Tengen’s face… “Tested—how?”

—

The new and improved Pleasure District was…too much.

The lights, the sounds...the drunk, bumbling idiots bumping into his shoulders--only to yelp and scurry away at the sight of him...

Too much, for Sanemi.

...

After forcing him to go home, freshen up and change, Tengen dragged him here with a few other ex-Corps members of marrying age—on a mission to determine what it was that Sanemi wanted to do.

Was he ready for marriage?

Tengen would find out before midnight.

“You see these eyes on you? That's what you've been missing out on--never coming here,” he said lowly to Sanemi, smiling and waving to a group of ladies he recognized from his battle here, long ago, basking in it all.

Sanemi never came here—with purpose. He didn't like people, professional pretty ladies included.

Tengen knew that.

"Former Corps are the hottest commodity, now," he kept going anyway, knowing that attention from women was a drug that everyone fell privy to at some point… "Giyuu-san of all people is here often, still trying to find a wife. Poor guy can't get over Shinobu...searches for her in every woman... But that doesn't stop the lovely ladies from trying. He's been on so many dates, he lost count."

Feeling bad for Giyuu, Sanemi huffed. He himself had a fleeting crush on Shinobu’s elder sister, Kanae Kocho, back when he first joined the Corps. But he quickly learned what happens when you let feelings win during a war, and never allowed himself to fall for anyone again until it was over.

Sanemi thought Tengen was insane for getting married back then, but he and his ladies were favored by the Gods... He was lucky. And a fool for coming here…jeopardizing them… "Your wives know you're here?" he asked, gruffly.

"Yes and no. I tell them what they need to know. Besides, everyone here knows my wives. They wouldn't try to seduce me, because my ladies know how to fight," he laughed. "And, I'm not the one who's paying for company tonight--you are."

!?!?!?!!

Like hell, he was!

Before Sanemi could rebuttal and refuse, a woman stopped them all in their tracks.

"Master Uzui! You brought guests with you, please come inside!” She was older…with thick hair-wax and entirely too much makeup on. “We have a private room large enough for your party..." With a finely manicured hand, she beckoned the group of wide-eyed men up her steps.

Sanemi was in good company—many of the other guys had never been here either. Tengen took the lead.

"Ah, Madame Tayuki, lovely to see you," Tengen remarked, waving his entourage over.

"Likewise~! You know, we have the finest Oirans here these days... Are you still hitched?" she asked, tone laced with all types of innuendo...

"Yes, and happily so, but my friend here…is still a bachelor..." With a strong hand, he shoved Sanemi forward, earning a deathly glare back at him...

"This must be the famed Shinazugawa," the madame eyed Sanemi up and down, twirling her closed fan in her hand.

Before Sanemi lost his shit, he turned back to her, and gave a curt bow, "It's nice to meet you, madame. I--uhh... I'm..." He was floundering under her intrusive eye, trying to find the right way to explain that he had a girlfriend...

Madame Tayuki was predictably obvious with her staring at his scars, but her gaze lingered more on his clothing, appraising the deep green dye color and the quality of its stitching...estimating its value... Then eyeing the heavy pouch of silver he had tied to his belt...

"Big. Strong. Perfect." She succinctly concluded, then tapped his shoulder with her fan, and turned on her heel, briskly leading them all into her establishment. "Come, I have some top-shelf ladies for you..."

...

The parlor room was exactly what he expected, frilly, bejeweled and packed with women, their breasts nearly bursting from their bodices... Although it was calmer and quieter than outside, the assault on Sanemi’s nose inside the parlor-room gave him an instant headache. The cacophony of courtesan perfumes was staggering…

The one sat closest to him was clouding him in her haze, and bombarding him with inquiries…

“What do you do for fun?” she tapped her long, sakura-painted nails on the tea-table.

“I—“

“Oooh… Let me guess… You practice fighting!!” She purred, twirling a lock of her hair between her slender fingers, leaning forward to give Sanemi a better look at her goods...

“I uhh…” Sanemi rubbed his neck, glancing off to the side. “I walk around. Sometimes I climb trees...”

“Oh.”

How quickly she was bored.

Sanemi recovered, “I do train often, though. With these guys,” he gestured to some of the other ex-corps members who were enjoying their fill of liquor and sweets with a gaggle of other courtesans.

Many of the ladies kept glancing over at the former Wind Hashira, waiting for their turn to pour him a drink…

He noticed, but was overwhelmed already with the one talking to him!

“You must be pretty tough…” she mused, playfully poking his arm. “I heard you killed a high-ranking demon, just like Master Uzui…” she giggled, glancing over at Tengen—who was pretending not to listen, pouring himself and the guys on either side of him another round. He motioned for another server to come by and add another few bottles to the party’s tab.

“I did, but not by myself,” Sanemi set the record straight, not wanting to inflate the truth. “I had a lot of help. Tengen did, too. We all did…”

“Oh, don’t be modest. You’re a hero. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot!” She shifted closer, speaking lowly…as if sharing a secret, “I’ll cook, and clean, and rub your feet and do whatever you wanted…”

…

Little did she know, Sanemi was thinking about doing those things for you…

…

“I’m very skilled in making noodles,” she kept going, “I can make soba, ramen, udon, and this rare type from the southwestern islands… I make them nice and tight… Easy to slurp up, too…”

That last quip was clearly loaded, but Sanemi couldn’t focus on whatever she was saying.

While she yapped salaciously about noodles, he was gnawing on his lips…thinking about how—less than twenty-four hours ago—they were wrapped around your clit…and slurpin’ up your cream...

He didn’t want to be here…

He would have rather gone over to yours instead, hopped your gate, found your window…and convinced you to sneak out with him…so you could go at it in the forest with him like you had nothing else to live for…

“Do you want children, Shinazugawa-sama?

!!

“Huh?”

The way she said that honorific…made his skin crawl… She was a stranger, trying to force familiarity…

“We’d have such cute babies, don’t you think? How many do you want? No, wait…how many rooms does your big castle have?” She bat her lashes at Sanemi, wrapping her hand around his bicep and squeezing his muscle for emphasis.

It was at this point he realized—he’d never want that with anyone but you.

Her touch…it wasn’t like yours. It was too…calculated. And Sanemi felt uneasy at being seen as a prize to be won.

Any other man might have been overjoyed to be in his current position.

She was leaning in…wanting to cuddle up to him… This woman was clearly beautiful, smart, charismatic, and eager to settle down with someone successful.

But that someone would not be Sanemi Shinazugawa.

He was too busy thinking of a plan to escape the cloud of her heavy perfume, and get back to your sweet, soft lavender…

Tengen noticed the distress on Sanemi’s face, and beamed a knowing smile.

He’d passed the test.

“I think it’s a bit too soon to be discussing kids!” Tengen laughed, relieving Sanemi of the pressure. “Hell, I have three wives and none of us are ready, yet…”

“That’s too bad,” she cooed. “This one would make a handsome father,” she joked to Tengen, then leaned back into Sanemi and whispered in his ear, “…despite all these scars…”

……….!

Her lips on Sanemi’s scarred-up cheek made him go rigid.

Her lipstick was too sticky…too syrupy…

And worst of all—completely unwanted.

Sanemi stood up, then, rattling the little tea table to the point of making both of their cups tip over. “I-I’m… I—uh…”

He panicked.

Their liquor splashed onto her kimono, and was spilling all over the floor…

“Ahh!” she scurried off of her cushion, away from Sanemi. “Ugh!!! What a brute…” she mumbled under her breath, glaring up at him as she pawed at her stained garment.

Sanemi heard her through the pounding of his heart in his ears... He had half a mind to tell her off for pushing his boundary, but he couldn't lose it in a pleasure house. Word would spread like a forest fire, and if you ever found out…that he was even here…

“Brother, you forgot to feed your dog again, didn’t you?” Tengen exclaimed, glancing around at the guys for them to join in, “Right???”

!

Sanemi didn’t have a dog. But the guys knew that cue…

“Oh yeah, you gotta go…”

“He’s probably starving…”

“Give him extra treats for me!!”

!!!!

“Right. Right. I—“ Sanemi cleared his throat. “This was nice. Thank you for the sake. Sorry, I gotta go…feed the dog…” He pulled out two silver pieces from his pouch, and tossed them onto the table in front of her. “Enjoy your night.” He bowed to her curtly before briskly gunning for the exit, leaving her there with a pout on her face.

She wasn’t alone for long, though. Tengen slyly gestured for one of the guys to cozy up to her, and she was soon being showered in compliments, having her wet kimono fussed over…

Tengen watched with an amused grin as Sanemi hauled his ass as quickly as he could through the front parlor, bumping into a few unsuspecting patrons…then sprinting at full speed the second he made it outside, the force of his wind-technique leaving a handful of disheveled pedestrians in his wake.

Tengen mumbled to himself, “That’s love, alright…”

—

Sanemi hadn’t run that fast since he made you late for work that one time…

…

Two of his attendants found him at his estate’s stream, gulping up water and furiously washing that lipstick from his cheek.

Kinta, the estate laundry expert, piped up first, seeing as Sanemi was interrupting his task-flow and washing sequence. “Master Shinazugawa, what happened?”

“Are you injured?” his physician, Tsuki, chimed in. She had been up late, flirting with Kinta…now annoyed that Sanemi was home and interrupting…

“No, no… I’m fine…”

“What is that on your face?” Tsuki kept going, taking her job seriously, as always. She was a wise old crone, constantly catching Sanemi in his little lies.

“Nothing. Don’t worry.”

The two attendants exchanged a look. “Was it…a lady?” Kinta asked, cautiously. He was older, too, grey enough to know exactly why a man would come home this flustered... "Was it...a pretty lady?"

!!

“It was a…” Sanemi trailed off, then huffed to the sky, just like you do. Of course, the one night Sanemi decided to deviate from his routine, his two most parental attendants decided to be here to catch him… “I was just…” he tried again.

“You smell like a whore-house.” Tsuki said bluntly.

!!!!

“Tsuki-sama, please…” Sanemi groaned, still splashing water on his face.

She sucked her teeth and pointed at him. “You’re the one two-timing that nice girl!!!”

“I’m not two-timin’ her!” Sanemi stood up, and regarded his attendants with both frustration and guilt. “She is the one I want, like I told you before…” He shook the water from his face and hair, then he grit out, “It was…fuckin’…Tengen…”

“Ahh~Ahh~! Don’t blame Master Uzui…” Tsuki chided, “You chose to go to the Pleasure District on your own free will. My real question is: why would you do that, when you have a girlfriend you’ve been head over heels for?”

Kinta gasped.

………

Aside from Tsuki, Sanemi had never officially told his attendants about you...

...But he never was good at being discreet with his emotions. And you make him more emotional than anything.

He took a deep breath. “I went because I had to be sure.”

“About?” Kinta asked, resuming his washing nearby.

Sanemi looked up at the moon, trying to find the words. They were simple, but heavy on his tongue... “I want to ask (Y/n) to marry me.”

!!

Kinta and Tsuki both exchanged another look, and Tsuki suddenly felt ten years younger, clapping and bouncing up and down. Sanemi heard her knees crack, along with Kinta’s chuckling, and tried not to laugh.

The furious blush on his cheeks prevented him from looking their way.

“I just don’t know what I’m doin’…” he kicked a rock into the stream, and threaded his fingers into his damp hair, starting to pace around.

“You have a bride-price ready?” Kinta asked nonchalantly, mercifully not probing into Sanemi’s feelings.

He stopped in his tracks. “Bride-price?”

“Money!!!! You big buffoon…” Tsuki stepped to him and slapped his shoulder. “Offer her family money, and respectfully ask for her hand.”

!!!

That made sense. Prove that he could provide for you.

Sanemi was ready to give you everything… He’d sign his life away if it meant you’d be comin' home with him at the end of the day.

Sanemi turned to Tsuki, asking genuinely, “How much, would ya’ say?”

“What do you think she’s worth?” Kinta inquired over his shoulder.

“Everything,” Sanemi answered honestly, and the two elders laughed so hard, he was concerned for their aging spines.

Tsuki sighed, and pinched his cheek, “Sweet young man...a chest of silver will do. When she moves in, this will all be hers, anyway… Just you watch…” Tsuki pat his shoulder, more gently this time, and sauntered back over to Kinta, observing his work. “Don’t forget that spot on the corner, mister…”

“Yes, ma’am!” Kinta scrubbed with more fervor, wanting to impress. “Don’t forget, Master Shinazugawa, happy wife, happy life!” he chimed.

Tsuki gently tapped at his behind with her toe, biting her nail and giggling.

Sanemi regarded the two with curiosity.

They must have gotten closer in the many hours that he had been spending away from home…

...He’d leave them to it.

“Thank you. Both of you. I’ll go prepare.”

As Sanemi jogged toward his main house, Tsuki hollered out, “I can’t wait for your little Lords and Ladies to be born! I’ll deliver them myself!!!”

Sanemi picked up his pace, bashfully shaking his head. “She’s gotta’ say yes, first!” he shouted back, just before he crossed the threshold of his front door.

…

Between the lingering stress from his earlier outing, and the incoming stress of gearing up to propose to you—Sanemi couldn’t sleep.

He was up all night, raiding his pantry and baking a mess of cookies—for your family. Three tries it took him, to bake the chocolate ones to a standard he thought was good enough for your aunt Kimiko. He had to stop Sorai from trying to eat them as they cooled by his kitchen’s open window…

After they were ready, he wrapped them up, then went to his room to rummage through his money.

He then found two small chests, and packed them neatly with silver pieces, meticulously counting them before securing the lids closed. Barely a dent was made in his stash, and he sighed with relief. He was keen to spoil you.

He packed one chest up to take with him to your house, then set the other one for you aside in his bedroom.

Sanemi would give it to you whenever you moved in.

If…you ever moved in…

—

After scrubbing the Pleasure District haze off of himself in the bath, Sanemi decided to channel his anxieties into something familiar to his body and mind: a stakeout.

All night…Sanemi would wait, perched in the tree across from your house.

Slung over his back was a leather bag full of silver and cookies. He balanced it all on the bendy branch with ease, allowing the breeze to lull him into a relaxed state.

He wasn’t doing anything else—just watching your house, and praying you were sleeping well.

…

Right on cue, twenty minutes before sunrise, you emerged from your gate.

Sanemi had to stop himself from calling out to you.

Fuck, he missed you.

And you looked so perfect, with your chocolate brown uniform crisply pressed, and your hair done-up…

…

After craning his neck around the tree trunk until you were out of sight, he zeroed in on your house again.

He could soon see smoke emanating from the chimney, and he smelled the delicious breakfast your aunt prepared. His stomach was grumbling…but he stifled that, and focused. He had forgotten to eat, but that worked in his favor. He’d vomit from the nerves, otherwise…

Maybe an hour later, he could hear the twins playing in the yard.

He then descended from the tree, and straightened himself out, taking a deep breath. He chose to wear something more conservative today, covering his chest and arms as best as he could. He didn’t want to scare your little cousins…

Five long strides, and he was at the gate.

**Knock knock knock!**

No turning back now…

…!

Haru answered it. The young boy looked up at Sanemi in awe, stars in his eyes.

Sanemi smiled warmly. “Haru, right?”

He nodded, mouth still agape.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sanemi,” he offered a short bow, chuckling when Haru fully hinged at the hip to show respect.

“N-nice to meet you, Sir…” he said, timidly.

Sanemi crouched down to his level. “Is your mom around? I have an important question for her.”

Haru nodded, then blinked. Not even a second of thought later, he screamed back at the house, “MOM! (Y/N)’S BOYFRIEND IS HERE!!!”

It’s a good thing Sanemi waited until you were far out of sight… Haru had some lungs on him…

“WHAT?!”

That was unmistakably Yumi…

Her stomping followed that shout, and soon enough, Sanemi’s hunch was confirmed as her little hand threw the gate further open. “Wowwwwwwwww Sanemiiiiiiiiii~!~! You’re really real!”

He shifted in his squat to face Yumi. “(Y/n) did a good job with your hair today.”

“Hey…" She grabbed one of her braids, shying away, "How did you know she does my hair?”

“She did yours just like she does hers sometimes.”

“Oh, you really are her boyfriend.”

Sanemi smiled wider. “That’s me. And you must be the famous Yumi.”

“The one and only!!!” She proudly stomped, smiling so big, her tongue poked through her tooth-gap.

“Young lady... That’s no way to greet a guest…”

!!!

At the sound of her mother, Yumi quickly bowed her head, and corrected herself. “Hello, Mr. Sanemi. Nice to meet you.”

Sanemi straightend up properly, too, ready to impress.

“Good morning, ma’am,” he started, deeply bowing the way Haru did, “I have something to—“

**gggrrrrrowwwllll**

…

His fucking stomach.

The twins covered their mouths, trying not to laugh.

Kimiko laughed for them. “Go on...”

Sanemi cleared his throat and stood up tall, shifting his bag on his back. “I have something to discuss with you, if you have some time?”

**gggrrrrrowwwllll**

“Come in and eat. Then we can chat.”

“That would be great. Thank you,” Sanemi smiled.

“YAY!!” Haru leapt up and down behind Sanemi as he crossed the threshold. “MOM CAN I HAVE SECONDS WITH MR. SANEMI???”

“Give the man a minute to settle in, Haru… In fact, go warm the hearth back up. And Yumi, clean the table off for him.”

“Yes, Mom!”

“Yes, Mom!”

A tiny drill sergeant, your aunt was…

Sanemi followed gingerly behind her, finally getting a good look at your dwelling. The paint on the outside was worn, and the wood slats on the engawa were a little rotted. The roof tiles were sun-bleached, but sturdy. Various toys and garden tools were sprawled about the front yard. It was all so charming.

And that rare lavender by your front door…so sweet, a tender caress for the nose…

One big breath, and it calmed Sanemi down. He exhaled and rolled his shoulders out.

This was more his speed.

…

Breakfast went on with pleasant chatter and praise of Kimiko’s food. “This is delicious, ma’am, I see where (Y/n)’s palate comes from," Sanemi remarked after finishing that his last sauce-covered tamago egg.

Kimiko grinned, “She’s the picky one… I learned how to cook better because she was such a fussy baby! I made sure she gained weight, though...”

Sanemi smiled, picturing you as a chunky little thing. “Was she like Haru and Yumi?”

The two were sat beside Sanemi, picking at their second helpings of breakfast and listening to the grown-ups talk.

Kimiko laughed, with a playful bitterness, “Oh no… These two are my little terrors. (Y/n) was a good girl. A diligent student and a softie, never raising her voice or getting into trouble…” Kimiko trailed off. “Thank you, by the way. For saving her from that creep at the bakery. He had been bothering her for so long, and I fear she might have been too polite to him…”

!

“Of course, ma’am. It was no problem. She had no fault in it. In fact…she did fight him back.”

“…Really?” Kimiko asked.

“(Y/n)-san, fighting???” Yumi scoffed. “I don’t believe it…”

“No, it’s true!” Sanemi matched her tone.

“What did she do?” Haru asked, mouth full of yellow egg.

Sanemi looked to Kimiko to see if it was okay to tell this story…

She nodded, proudly.

Sanemi cleared his throat. “Well, when someone touches you without your permission, there’s only one thing to do. Slap ‘em.”

Haru and Yumi gasped. “Really?”

“Yup. Your big cousin was brave, and slapped that guy. I just...made sure he wouldn’t bother her again.”

“It seems like dating a former Hashira has emboldened my sweet-pea.” Kimiko smiled.

Sanemi mirrored her, so tickled by her nickname for you.

“Wait. So if (Y/n) slapped him, what did you do?” Yumi asked, brow arched highly. Her curiosity knew no bounds…

“I…uh…” He checked with Kimiko again. She nodded. “Well,” he continued, raising his hands and demonstrating, “I grabbed his fingers, like this, and broke ‘em.”

!!!

“Whoaaaaa!!!!”

Haru stared at his exposed forearm, then jumped on the opportunity. “Wait, you’re like—a hero!!! You’re a superhero!!!” Haru shouted, eyes bugging as he took in Sanemi’s scars. “When there were demons, did you kill all of them?”

He laughed a little, lowering his hands. “Well, not all of them... If I could’ve, I would’ve. But I had many comrades by my side, and leading the way, long before me. I was lucky to be among them.” He smiled, bitter-sweetly. “And each and every one of them was the strongest, in their own ways...”

His gaze became distant for a moment, but when Yumi reached out to touch where his missing fingers were on his right hand, he came back to the present.

“Yumi!” Kimiko scolded.

Yumi removed her hand shyly when Sanemi looked at her. “Sorry... I didn’t think it was real at first…”

“It’s okay. I get that a lot.” His heart was tender, around your family. They were easy to talk to, just like you. Even Kimiko, now that he’d earned her trust. “She can look. Here,” Sanemi said, then offered his hand for Yumi to inspect.

She glanced at her mom for permission, and when Kimiko gave a short nod, she eagerly took his hand.

Haru rounded Sanemi’s back, coming closer and looking with her, the both of them curiously tracing the fleshy bumps of his knuckles and stitch lines. “Whoaaa…” they said, softly.

“Did it hurt?” Yumi asked.

“Yes, but not anymore. Doctors are miracle-workers…” He wiggled his three remaining fingers, making the twins giggle. “Here, I brought something for you guys, made ’em myself. I can still do a lot with my damaged hand.”

He pulled three packages of cookies out of his bag, checking the labels he wrote on each one. “Butter for Haru, sugar for Yumi…and chocolate for your mom…”

The twins snatched their packages and opened them, ravenous…

“What do you say?”

“Thank you Mr. Sanemi!!” the twins chimed in unison before stuffing their faces with two cookies each, squealing with delight.

Kimiko sighed and took her package from Sanemi, smiling at his humility. He was much more than a brute. He was a kind, thoughtful man—with a lot of discipline. Exactly what her hard-working niece deserved.

“What is your life path, now that the Era of Demons is over?” she inquired.

Sanemi looked back at her, and thought for a long moment. He pictured you at Kimiko’s age, and then even older…grey and wrinkled, smiling at him...

“I have been fighting my entire life. And I was lonely, for most of it. I just want to be with (Y/n), now, for as long as she’ll have me.” Sanemi said, eyes full of hope. He shifted into a kneel, backing away from the table. “And of course, with your permission.” Sanemi prostrated toward Kimiko, touching his head to the floor of your humble living room.

Haru, Yumi and Kimiko all went wide-eyed, shaken that such a powerful man was behaving so respectfully in their tiny home.

Sanemi took a slow, steady breath, and tried to calm his galloping heart down. If Kimiko said ’no’, he was already thinking of desperate plans to convince you to run away with him…

Kimiko felt her eyes misting. She was relieved. So relieved. Sanemi did and said all of the right things. And he was a complete gentleman, just as you said. If he wasn’t absolutely perfect for you, she’d kick him out on his ass even faster than Master Itoshi could...

But he was perfect for you, thank the Gods.

“Sanemi Shinazugawa, you have my blessing. You may have (Y/n)’s hand in marriage.”

Sanemi exhaled and sat up, trying to contain himself. He smiled and excitedly squeezed at his thighs. “Thank you, ma’am. I promise, I will be good to your niece.”

“Call me Kimiko, or Oba-san.”

His face lit up. “Alright, Oba-san.”

“And call me Yumi-chan!!!”

“And call me Haru-kun!!!”

With crumbs on their cheeks, the twins jumped on both of his shoulders, embracing him in a hug. The three of them bumped into the low table on the side of the room, knocking a few big spools of fabric onto the floor, and Kimiko laughed.

Family...

Sanemi had family, once again.

He smiled, and started laughing, too. After the twins calmed down and went back to their cookies, he decided to go through with the rest of his plan. “Oba-san, I have one request for you, and Yumi-chan, and Haru-kun.” He looked at each of them.

“What is it?” Kimiko asked.

“I have an empty guest-house at my estate. It has enough rooms for all three of you, and your sewing business. If you are okay with it, I want you to move in with me. I want to keep (Y/n) close to her family, no matter what.”

“Is there room outside to race?” Haru immediately asked.

Yumi went next, “Yeah and can we play-fight? WAIT—CAN WE PLAY WITH YOUR NICHIRIN?”

“OH GOOD QUESTION, YUMI!! WAIT, SANEMI-SAN CAN WE SWORD FIGHT?? MOM DOESN’T LET US BECAUSE WE HAVE NO ROOM AND SHE DOESN’T WANT US IN THE STREET AND--“

“Stop the yelling, please.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“Take your cookies outside.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Yes, mom.”

They scurried away, their precious cookies in-tow. Sanemi held his laugh, and patiently waited for Kimiko’s answer. He’d apologize to her later for inciting a sugar rush… He could start now, with the money.

"Also, Oba-san, this is for you," Sanemi carefully fished his little gilded chest from his bag, and placed it on the table, in between all of their plates. His muscle made it seem lighter than it really was... The wood of the table told the truth, creaking under its gravity...

!!

Kimiko's brow arched high. "What..."

"Let me know if you were expecting more. I intend to give (Y/n) whatever she wants," Sanemi said, dead serious.

Kimiko glanced outside at her kids, then back to the chest, as if it were a bomb about to go off. She leaned forward to lift its heavy lid......!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**thunk**!

As soon as she saw silver, she closed it.

That was more money than she'd ever seen in her life...even while handling the warehouse funds... "H-How far is...um..." She took a deep breath, in disbelief, "How far is your estate from the Kimono Warehouse?” she asked, rubbing her temple.

“Not far, a fifteen to twenty minute walk. And I could have a carriage ready for you whenever you need one.”

“A carriage??” Kimiko was shocked! She glanced at the chest of money sitting before her, then back at him, trying to hide her surprise. Just how much wealth did Sanemi have??

“Yes. One or two horses, or more. Whatever you need. And you shouldn’t be hauling your supplies alone anyway. Respectfully,” he said with a grin. He knew she’d say yes upon seeing his estate, but he would sweeten the deal with whatever she wanted or needed. It’s no shocker that she was a workaholic, just like you.

Yumi's sudden shouting reminded Kimiko to breathe. “THESE COOKIES ARE SO GOOD, MOM, SAY YES AND EAT ONE ALREADY!!!” She beamed at the doorway, cheeks stuffed full and crumbs falling onto her yukata, into the grass. Haru was running around behind her, swinging a twig around like a sword and pretending to kill a demon.

“Hmm.” Kimiko finally caved, and opened her package of cookies. The aroma of chocolate made her brows raise with delight. She gingerly took one cookie out and inspected it. Different from the ones you make, but very nicely proportioned… And it was high quality chocolate… She took a small bite, and it melted in her mouth. Her eyes closed, and a wide smile overtook her face. She started to laugh. “This is…very good…” she mused.

Sanemi could tell that it was more than very good, but he’d accept the compliment earnestly, “Good to hear it.”

Kimiko finished the cookie, then got up to clean her hands at the water basin in the kitchen. “I will have to see what this house looks like, of course…But I think—yes.”

The twins heard her through the window, then screamed triumphantly. Kimiko laughed and shook her head, drying her hands and beaming at the sight of her kids so happy. “We will need some time to prepare...”

Sanemi got up, too. “I plan to marry (Y/n), and then travel with her for a little while. That should give you time, and then I’ll be around to help you move everything. You won’t have to worry about a thing—I promise.”

“Oh… Oh, dear…” Kimiko palmed her temple—the reality suddenly hitting her. A wedding? Moving homes? Her first baby…finally starting her own life? Kimiko might not have birthed you, but you were still her first baby!

“I need to get to work on her wedding attire…” she said to herself in a mix of stress and elation, trying not to cry from the latter. She was so excited for you. And she loved making bridal kimonos… Yours would be her greatest creation yet!

She turned back to Sanemi. “Have you planned how to ask her, yet?”

“I have, but there is one more thing I have to do," he said, determined, "I am going to get Master Itoshi’s blessing, next.”

And for the third time, since Sanemi set foot over the gate’s threshold, he surprised Kimiko. When she registered Sanemi’s resolve and confidence, she offered him one more smile. “Well, you better get to it, then, Sanemi-kun.”

He took a breath, gave her one final bow, and left through the front door. The twins tackled him in one more hug, and then he started his walk further into town.

His cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.

~

a/n: omg what if master itoshi says no kkkkkk~

kny masterlist | ao3 | writing disclaimers | chapter index <- previous ꩜ next -> Copyright © 2026 by @s-uwu-kuna

[evansuvamp]

Since we all are agreeing having his horns as handlebars....

I finished the pic. You can see it on my Twitter.

[smutcentralx]

hello sluts. i went ghost but i have some juicy shit otw hehe i’m still getting to requests

[cupidstrace]

MDNI 18+ 〃 Squirting for the first time ft. Toji

You tell him without meaning to, blurted out between the kisses and his hands palming your tits and the thoughts running rampant through your head as you fumble to explain yourself before he finds out the way everyone else has.

“I’m not always.. reactive,” you admit, cheeks hot, eyes on the rumpled sheets instead of him. “Like, the guys I’ve been with before, um.. it doesn’t always feel like much, for me. Any of it.”

It’s embarrassing. Like you’re apologizing in advance.

Toji just leans back, scar tugging when his lips curl. His gaze pins you in place, all steady and unbothered.

“That so?” He hums, gravelly. “Good thing I’ve got patience.”

Your stomach flips.

Then his hand is between your thighs, big palm cupping you through your panties like he’s claiming your cunt. He strokes over the fabric, slow and heavy, pushing it against your folds and spreading out the damp patch until you’re writhing under the weight of it. And when his fingers finally push the cotton to the side and meet your bare skin, your breath hitches.

Toji smirks without looking up, two languid digits spreading your folds wide. “Not reactive, huh?”

You want to deny it. Stammer out some sort of excuse. But then his thumb grazes your clit – barely any pressure, just a brush – and your hips twitch hard enough that he chuckles. A deep, amused sound, rumbling from his chest.

“Yeah. Sure, baby.”

Toji doesn’t give you the usual fast, frantic rhythm. That feeling of needing to get past the foreplay – which is usually what you hate, but right now, you secretly crave it.

No. Instead, Toji takes his time. He teases. His thick fingers trace up and down your puffy folds, spreading your slick around, pressing just enough to keep you hovering. And every time you rock your hips, searching for more, he eases back. Dragging the sensation out until your thighs are trembling from pent up tension.

When he finally pushes a finger inside, it’s slow. Deliberate. He stretches you out gradually, curiously, curls upward until he finds that spot that makes your breath hitch and your hands fly to his shoulders.

“Ah– Toji, wait–”

“Wait?”

He feigns innocence, but the corner of his mouth lifts. He curls his finger again, pressing against your walls, rubbing over that spot steadily. “Feeling it, aren’t you?”

You nod through a whimper, walls fluttering around him.

Then he adds a second finger, filling you up and stretching you out as he spreads the two apart within your cunt. Working up a rhythm – long, deep strokes, followed by shallow, quick thrusts – keeping you just on the edge. And every time you start to climb up to something, sharp and ascending and desperate, he slows. Grinds the heel of his palm into your clit without quite enough pressure, forcing you to buck against him, whining.

It’s unbearable. Too much and somehow not enough, over and over and over until your body aches with it, every nerve lit.

“Toji, pleeease, I– fuck! I can’t–”

“Yes you can,” he muses, pressing a kiss to your temple like he’s soothing you. With his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and pistoning in and out. “Hold it in, baby. Don’t cum yet.”

You cry out, tears pricking. From the sharp denial, from how raw and overwhelming and strange it feels to be this sensitive all of a sudden. Every stroke drags lightning through your cunt, makes your stomach flutter like you’re about to break.

And then – without warning – he changes.

His fingers sink in deep and curl, grinding against that spot, relentless, thumb rolling over your clit with enough pressure to have your toes curling.

Your body quivers. And then your legs kick like reflex, a broken cry ripping out as you crash into your high – followed by a sudden rush of wetness, gushing out all messy and uncontrollable, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath you. Your vision whites out, a faint ringing in your ears as the world blurs.

You collapse against him. And he holds you through it, fingers pumping lazily in your spasming cunt, muscled arm wrapped around your waist like you’re something precious.

When you come to, you cling to him. Staring wide-eyed down at the soaked mess beneath you. “I’m sorry, I.. I don’t know what–”

Toji doesn’t let you finish. He’s grinning like a man starved, hair falling in a way that has his expression all hooded and dark, voice hoarse with hunger and an awed sense of adoration.

“That’s you, sweetheart. That’s me making you squirt.”

He pulls his fingers free and watches the slick drip down his wrist before licking the digits clean, groaning low at the taste. Then they’re pressing right back into your cunt, settling in like they belong there.

“First time, huh?”

His smirk sharpens when you offer a dazed little nod.

“Haha. Fucking knew it.”

Your body’s trembling, oversensitive, but he doesn’t stop. Not now that he’s cracked you open.

“Gonna do it again,” he hums against your throat, fingers working you back up with brutal steadiness. “Make you squirt, pretty girl. Gonna keep you right here ‘til you learn how good you can cum for me.”

And you – mind muddled in a post-orgasmic daze, cunt fluttering around every merciless twist and thrust – believe him.

@uhnosav, @besidesjustmyamour, @chocalycake, @crude-saint, @letteremi, @junkuna, @satorupi, @eirasera, @bistrocatxx, @xonyoka, @j3llyc4kes

[internet1girl]

Chapter 1: Why Him?

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re stuck on a mission with your annoying, depraved, immature co-worker…

Word count: 6.3k Warnings/Notices: enemies to lovers, slow burn, named!reader, the events of mk1's story mode have still happened but with a few changes, johnny being annoying, mildish violence, threats of violence (not followed through), reader is rude and mean, a few curse words here and there, flirty johnny, sexual things mentioned but no actual sex is depicted (yet😈)

Next Part / Origins

A/N: i’ve been debating on whether to turn this roleplay i worked on in character.ai a long time ago into an actual fanfiction and my intrigue eventually won me over. this is something that has really developed over these past few months, to the point where i would like to share this to the world. btw this is my first actual fanfiction so if anything is off then bare with. also, i’m not an actual writer, just a chronically online loser that has too much time on their hands lol

An audible groan came from the room as Liu Kang explained the task at hand to everyone present.

There have been strange... borderline supernatural occurrences happening in Outworld as of late. You and Johnny Cage have been chosen to both collect more information on one of these weird happenings, together. You both glare daggers at each other as Liu Kang explains the rest. You were stubborn and Johnny was insufferable, naturally the two of you butted heads. In all seriousness, the two of you never liked each other. You thought Johnny a vapid, arrogant child and he thought you an uptight, boring stick-in-the-mud. He never took anything seriously and you took everything too seriously. Truly, a match made in heaven. Why Liu Kang thought it was a good idea to pair the two of you up for this excursion eluded both of you.

"Really? Her? You couldn't choose someone more up for the task?" Johnny complained, rolling his eyes and not bothering to hide his clear disapproval with your presence in the room.

"Are you serious, Lord Liu Kang? There's no way you think this pompous man-child is up for this mission!" You also complain to Liu Kang, not even attempting to hide the evident disdain in your voice.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" He's scowling now, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his own reaction, he really wasn't happy to hear that you also didn't like being paired with him. Think of the Maddy Perez "I was gonna say no but why are you saying no" bit. This man's ego was far too inflated.

"It means that you're an arrogant prat, Cage!” You start to point an accusatory finger across the table, in his direction. "Do you need me to dumb myself down so you can understand me?"

His lips thin to reveal gritted teeth, glaring daggers at you in response. "Oh, I'm the arrogant one? Look in the mirror, princess. You've got a hell of an ego yourself."

You and Johnny subsequently began to argue, both thoroughly unhappy that you both were to be paired together for this mission. Insults and accusations flew across the table as your voices gradually increase in volume. Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and all others present could only roll their eyes, silently hoping that this latest back-and-forth would be over soon. This quarrel would've went on longer, had it not been for Liu Kang's interference.

"Alright, ENOUGH you two!!" The fire god's voice was loud and firm as he interrupted you both. He had enough of the constant arguing, it was time to get you two to work together for once in your lives. "I won't stand for this foolishness any longer!" Liu Kang shouted, his cheeks flushing red as rage took ahold of him.

In an instant, you and Johnny ceased your petty squabble. The God of Fire, your superior, has spoken. Simultaneously, you both hung your heads low in shame, muttering apologies under your breaths as you looked down at your feet.

"This is pathetic. You two are supposed to be Earthrealm's champions. Yet here you are fighting like children!” He shook his head in disapproval, the fact that neither you or Johnny would make eye contact with him had his lips pull into a scowl.

He gave the both of you a look of disappointment, like a parent would their misbehaving children. Sighing, he took a deep breath in and a long exhale out, effectively calming him down and clearing his mind. He didn't like to lose himself like that, but by the Gods the two of you were doing his head in.

"Now... l trust that you two will bring back valuable information, yes?" He spoke again, now in a much calmer voice.

"You have my word, Lord Liu Kang. I will not fail you." You nod your head, now actually looking at your mentor. You sit up straighter in your seat as you address him. 

Though, as you pledge your loyalty to Liu Kang, your eyes wander. Out of your peripheral, you aim the filthiest of dirty looks at Johnny, scowling at him as you did so. The mere thought of working alone with this man starts to make your blood pressure rise. If this was some divine form of punishment, then it was effective.

Speaking of, Johnny nodded his head. For as much of a pain in the ass this was, he was not about to fail Liu Kang. He could be an egotistical dick at times, but he did care about Earthrealm... and he especially cared for Liu Kang, the man who changed the arc of his life.

"I'll do my part, don't worry." He responded. But then, under his breath, he muttered: “As much as I hate working with her."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

An hour later, you and Johnny were in a dimly lit, out of the way, shady part of Sun Do. He was sat on a curb, occupied with his phone as he endlessly scrolled through social media. You were leaning against a wall, idly checking your nails for any fractures, dirt or indentations. The two of you were waiting for a contact of Liu Kang's to pick you up and take you to the site of one of those mysterious disturbances, the site of your assigned mission.

This contact should be here at any minute. They'd better hurry up, the both of you were bored out of your minds.

Johnny sighed, loudly and dramatically, as he pushed himself off of the curb. Bored and impatient, he planted his hands on his hips and started to tap his foot on the ground, anything to serve his dull mind with some stimulation.

"Come on, come on. Where the hell's that contact?" He groaned, complaining to you like this delay was your fault. "Liu Kang said they'd be here at this specific time."

"Silence. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." Your voice was cold and cutting, as always when you had the misfortune of speaking to him. You didn't even bother to look up at him, why should you?

In response, he snorted.

"Oh, come on. My voice isn't that annoying, is it?" He inquired, a playful smirk on his face as he spoke.

He took a couple steps closer to you. You didn't say anything to him, only giving the man a dirty look and shuffling away from him a bit as he planted himself next to you.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of being close to me, princess." He chuckled, putting extra emphasis on the pet name he always used with you. The fact that you had moved away from him only caused his smirk to grow wider. He just looooved to piss you off, he always did, ever since he first met you. The looks you always give him were priceless in his eyes.

In response, you suck your teeth. Johnny's attempt at getting under your skin was working, much to your dismay.

"Piss off, Cage."

He snickered. He leaned in a bit closer, close enough so that your shoulders were nearly touching. He was enjoying the way your nose crinkled up as he invaded your personal space.

"What's the matter, sugar? Do I upset you?"

"Ugh, Liu Kang should’ve paired me with somebody more suitable..." You mutter under your breath, thinking out loud. Out of all your fellow champions, you value this pompous prat the least. To this day, you still never understood why he was chosen to defend Earthrealm, to share the honour of such a duty with you and the rest of the boys. Why? Why him?

"Oh yeah? Like who? Kenshi?" He quipped back, looks like you weren't quiet enough.

Johnny chuckled as he leaned in even closer, his eyes fixed on you and you alone. There was something about seeing you so irritated that amused him. Maybe it was the fact that you were pretty and he liked attractive women, maybe it was the fact that he was a prick and he found your irritation funny. Either way, he wasn’t about to stop any time soon.

You jolt to the side as your shoulders touched, turning to scowl at him.

"What? You think I'm gonna bite?" He laughed. The way you react to his presence and touch made his heart beat faster, like some sort of childish adrenaline rush.

"One step closer and you're losing a finger." You bluntly warn him. You were bluffing, of course. You don’t want to stain your clean uniform with blood.

"Oh yeah?" He snickered again. Being the fool that he is, he leaned in closer, close enough that the two of you were mere inches apart.

"Do it. I've taken worse from stronger people than you."

Your scowl deepened. This bastard truly had a talent for pissing you off. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his left wrist and spun him around, pinning his left arm behind his back as you roughly shove him against the wall behind. He winced as he made contact with the cold brick, he hadn't expected you to be so quick.

You didn't intend to harm him, although you wouldn’t feel particularly guilty if you did so. No, this was all about sending a message. Leaning in so you can whisper in his ear, you issue the strictest of warnings.

"I am not one to be played with. Liu Kang may have paired me with you for this mission but he said nothing about friendly fire. Try me again and you won’t be so lucky."

Johnny felt slightly embarrassed that he'd underestimated you like this, but he didn’t let it show. His annoyance faded when you leaned in and spoke into his ear, the feeling was replaced by surprise. A tingling sensation ran along his spine as the heat of your breath graced the shell of his ear, it all sent a shiver through his body. His small scowl gave way to a grin.

He liked this.

His eyes snapped shut, faint pink started to blossom on his cheeks. His dick started to chub, the crotch area of his uniform felt tighter by the second. His hips started to slightly rut against the wall, just for any sort of release.

"Hahh... this is kinda hot~”

You ignore his painfully in-character response, your hands push his body harder against the wall as frustration starts to overtake you.

"Do you understand, Cage?"

He groaned, his face pressed against the rough wall as you keep him pinned against it. Even as the well-trained martial artist that he is, he still couldn't free himself from your iron grasp. Johnny really couldn't believe that this was turning him on, he almost didn't want your hands to leave his body. He had to bite his lip to prevent an unwanted moan from slipping out.

"Y-yeah… I understand." His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to remain calm, however hard it may be.

"Good." You hummed back, satisfied to hear that your message of intimidation finally got across to him. Now, hopefully you could focus more on the task at hand and less on fending off this sack of hormones.

You release your grasp on the man, stepping back in order to give him some space to peel himself off of the wall. Luckily for Johnny, the alleyway that the two of you were in was dark enough so that you didn’t notice the bulge in his pants. Gods, you would've probably finished him right there and then if your eyes ventured a little more south.

"Now then, dust yourself off. Liu Kang's contact should be here any minute now."

Johnny did what he was told, brushing his hands over his torso with a grunt. He was careful not to draw any attention to his crotch, he tried to play it cool but his mind was anything but calm right now. You had really riled him up, he could feel his heartbeat in his cock thanks to your stint. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and regain his composure. He adjusted his pants and spoke up, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Yeah… any minute now…”

For a few minutes, a silence hung in the air. You were staring out at the street and he was awkwardly standing around. Johnny didn't like uncomfortable silences, but he also knew didn't really know what to say. Not right now, at least. He was silently praying for this supposed contact of Liu Kang to arrive already, so he doesn't have to go through this mental torture anymore.

Also, the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of you in that tight uniform wasn’t helping matters at all. The material hugged all the right places, the metal accents adorning you only accentuated your beauty. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the curves of your breastplate, as well as two other predictable areas. He was trying his hardest not to glance to the side, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the further the silence went on. And also, because he's Johnny Cage, he has no self-control.

Though, out of your peripheral vision, you managed to catch him looking over at you. Such knowledge made you roll your eyes once more. Without looking at him back, you say:

"What are you staring at, Cage?"

Your harsh tone causes him to flinch, as if he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly looked away, trying to play it off as him being distracted by something else.

"N-Nothing. Just... waiting." Johnny meekly responded. He could feel his cheeks turning a faint pink, a sliver of embarrassment made its way through his being.

This irritates you a little more than it should’ve. "Well, why don't you-"

Whatever you had to say was cut off by a mysterious cloaked figure making their way down the alley, towards you and Johnny. He was very well built, at nearly 7 feet tall by looks alone. He was draped from head to toe in a thick brown cloak, a hood was covering his face. Intimidating would be the perfect word to describe this man.

This must be Liu Kang's contact.

"Jonathan Carlton? Jade Houzuki?" The figure began to speak, much to the surprise of you and Johnny. His voice was deep and course, it sounded almost... inhuman. The sound coming of of his mouth was as rough as sand and as deep as the seas.

You both were a bit startled, both by this cloaked figure's sudden appearance and how it knew both of your names. Johnny specifically was taken aback by the deep and gravely voice of this stranger. It sounded so unnatural, he didn’t like it. He took a few steps towards you, standing closer than usual. Not in a protective way, though. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"That's us. And you are?" Despite his shock, his usual playful demeanour resurfaces as he responds.

The figure put a fist and an open hand together, the same gesture that Liu Kang always does.

"Greetings. My name is Geras. I am an associate of Lord Liu Kang. I have been tasked to take you to the site of the pyramid. Come, your transportation awaits." He bowed as he spoke, showing that he meant no harm.

Geras began to walk out of the alleyway, his large hand beckoning you both. It was clear that he wished for you and Johnny to follow him.

The both of you give each other a look, a shared expression of confusion. It was clear that you two were uneasy, but… if he was an associate of Liu Kang, then he could be trusted... right?

Johnny sighed, and with a cocky air to his stride, began to follow Geras' footsteps.

"Lead the way, my man."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Geras led the two of you to a horse drawn wooden carriage. Both of you entered the vehicle and sat down on the adjacent seats, patiently waiting to take off.

It was actually rather cozy inside. Four small pink lanterns hung in each corner of the ceiling, staving away the darkness from outside and dimly lighting up the interior. The seats were nice and cushioned, surprisingly so. The door in which you and Johnny entered in sported a little window, perfect for gazing out of. 

"Quite a comfy ride we got here, huh?" Johnny said, striking up a conversation with you as the carriage took off. He bounced around a little on the soft cushion of the seat, adjusting himself to sit more comfortably.

The pink light of the lanterns gave the interior a pleasing hue, creating an almost… intimate atmosphere. He was sat on the other side of the carriage, directly across from you. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in the sight of you in the low light. Despite the fact that he really didn’t like you as a person, he’d always thought you were attractive.

”Yes... it's rather nice in here." You, just like him, were shifting around in your seat, adjusting yourself in an effort to get comfortable.

Johnny couldn't stop himself from smirking as he continued to "assess" your form. He leaned back against the wall, loudly sighing as he continued to look you up and down.

"You know, I never pegged you for the comfy type. I always just assumed you'd like, I don't know, a really hard chair or something."

You huff lightly at what he has to say. Was he serious?

"Hah, what in the realms do you mean by that?" You look up at him with a raised brow, awaiting an answer.

Johnny chuckled a little as well, a sly look was in his eyes as he explained himself.

"I mean... you seem like the type of person who'd be pretty hardcore about your furniture. I assumed you'd like stuff that was really firm."

You don’t say anything, only rolling your eyes at his remarks before redirecting your attention towards the outside world. This man loved to ramble, and it was more annoying than it was amusing.

"C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment. I know you want to argue back." He teased, sitting up and leaning a little closer to you.

You remained silent, giving Johnny a look of irritation as you slightly lean away from him.

"Aw, are you pouting? That's adorable." He teased, inching a little closer until he was so close that your knees almost touched.

He's so annoying. "Ugh, you’re annoying…”

Johnny laughed, moving even closer to you. There was something so enjoyable about the way you continue to try and keep your distance from him. He liked this kind of attention, even if it was done out of irritation.

"You love it, sugar." He said in a low, nearly sultry tone. He was so close by now that he wouldn't have to raise his voice to a normal volume in order to be heard.

You were pretty quickly growing sick of this man - which, wasn't good for you as you have to spend the next few days with him.

"Geras!" You loudly call out to your new partner, the sudden sound of your voice reverberating around the small confines of the carriage, something that drew a colourful word out of Johnny. "How long 'till we reach the mission site?"

"Jesus, woman. You scared the hell outta me...” He moved away from you, crashing back down into his seat as he started to grumble. He crossed his arms over his chest, sulking like a moody teenager.

Geras, meanwhile, was driving the carriage to the mission site. He was sat outside, coursing the horses along the road as well as keeping a watch out for any bandits or wild animals. That deep voice of his spoke up, muffled through the walls of the carriage.

"Not until sunrise." He was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "The journey will be long. You two may wish to get some rest."

"S-sunrise?!"

Your eyes widened, the thought of spending a whole night in a tiny, enclosed space with a man you couldn't stand made you audibly groan in displeasure. Feeling defeated, you slump back into your seat, not looking forward to the night ahead.

Johnny couldn't help but grin as he saw the defeated look on your face. You looked so cute when you were pissed off, he loved it. The fact that you made no effort to hide the fact that you hated the idea of being stuck in a small space with him for a whole night made him laugh.

"Oh, don't make that face! I don't mind spending the night alone with you." He teased, winking at you.

"I couldn't think of anything worse..."

Johnny was really enjoying this moment, the idea of spending so much time alone with you actually excited him. This was the first time in... ever that he's had the opportunity to experience such a pleasure. Are you as excited as him~?

"Aw, don't be a stick in the mud. I'm sure this'll be fun! After all, we'll have a lot of time to ourselves..."

You suck your teeth at what Johnny had to say. The way he emphasised that last word made it clear what he was thinking about. You aren’t stupid, you know exactly what his dirty little mouth is implying.

"You're a fucking dog."

Johnny pretended to be hurt by your words, even putting a hand on his heart to dramatically convey his "wounded" state.

"Ohhh, a dog? How dare you, darlin’. You wound me."

He wore an exaggerated pout, although the smirk on his face gave away that he wasn't actually hurt by your remark. He was still getting a kick out of this whole thing. He continues to tease you, his voice dropping and taking on a low, sultry tone.

"You know you don't mean it, sugar~"

This man was really starting to piss you off. Johnny loved to rile you up, and you were too ticked off to realise that all he wanted was a reaction. Slumping against the wall, you start to twirl your long braid around your fingers, fighting to resist the urge to slap the source of your sour mood that sat across from you.

"You know, you look so cute when you're angry." Johnny chuckled, teasingly wagging a finger in your face. He could tell that you want to lash out at him, that's what made this so fun!

His eyes traveled from your face, down and then back up your body, taking in the delicious sight before him. Johnny started to shift around a little in his seat, subtly adjusting his pants as he felt something start to grow down there.

"Whatever..." You laid your body down on the seat below, a slow yawn slipping past your lips. You too shifted around in your seat, now makeshift bed. Though, not for the reasons that Johnny across from you was.

You were so tired, you'd been up all day without a chance for a moments rest. Your exhaustion, and the man across from you in general, left you unable to keep your heavy eyelids open. Geras did say that this journey would be a long one, so why not get some rest?

"I'm going to sleep." You inform Johnny, mentally hoping that he would follow suit and stop fucking pestering you already. "Do not bother me."

Johnny rolled his eyes. He leaned back, resting his arms behind his head as he watched you make yourself comfortable. He was actually fairly tired himself, but he didn't want to let you know that. He really just wanted to keep teasing you, to see that pretty face of yours curl up in disdain.

"Hmph. And what if I do?"

"Then it’ll be your last mistake." You casually threaten him whilst your eyes close. The mental image of Johnny being up all night and having no one to talk to actually made a small smile sprout on your face. How ever would he cope?

"You should rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Johnny, however, laughs at your words, not in the least bit taken aback by your thinly veiled threat. He wasn't stupid, he knew that you would probably hurt him for real if he kept bothering you. Gods know that it wouldn’t be the first time you did, either. But, a part of him was also tempted to stay up all night, just to spite you.

He leaned his head back against the wall, raking his eyes over your body one more time. A yawn escaped him, fatigue was starting to sink its claws into him. Some rest really didn't sound half bad.

"Hmph...fine."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It's now the peak of the night. 

The carriage continues its journey toward the location that the disturbance was said to originate from. The interior is now significantly darker, intensified by the late hour. Faint illumination emanated from the four small lanterns that hung in the ceiling corners.

Having long departed Sun Do, the world outside has been submerged in a profound silence, Outworld was plunged in darkness. Along with the distant noises of animals, only the muffled sound of the carriage wheels rolling across the ground disrupted the quiet of the night.

Despite the small and cramped conditions, you’ve made yourself comfortable, you're now fast asleep. Johnny, however, is awake. He was unable to fall unconscious, all the tossing and turning in his seat no longer helped. He was bored out of his mind, there wasn't much else to do besides sit here and wait.

He glanced over at you, a sly smile spread across his face as an idea formed in his head. He knew that he should let you sleep, but the idea of getting under your skin again was simply too tempting to resist. You were so cute when you were pissed off, could you blame him?

"Jaaade… Jaaade… wake up..."

Despite his pestering, you remain fast asleep, lightly storing to add to it. Johnny, however, doesn't give up. He chuckled at your quiet snoring, finding you endearing in this state. A part of him actually wanted to leave you be, but the more he looked at your sleeping face, the more he wanted to bother you.

"Come on, princess… I know you're awake..." He leaned in close. He spoke into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fortunately for Johnny and unfortunately for you, this did the trick. Waking up, you let out a yawn whilst slowly pushing yourself off of your seat. Your voice was groggy and your speech was slow as you speak to him.

"Joh.... Johnny? Are we... there yet?"

He chuckles at the sight of you waking up, the tired and sleepy look on your face made you look even more adorable in his eyes, if possible.

"No, not yet, darlin'. We've still got a ways to go."

Wait, what? The news that you haven't yet arrived at the mission site caused you to wake up a bit more. If you weren't there, why did Johnny wake you up? Did something happen? Did bandits attack? Is Geras alright?

You dart up, still in a half-awake state but becoming increasingly paranoid. Your voice was rapid as you spoke at Johnny, your mind starting to go a million miles a minute.

"...So why did you wake me up if we aren't there?! Is everything alright? Are we-“

The sound of him laughing cut you off. Your alarmed and paranoid state was so damn funny to him. Seeing you get so worked up over nothing was just too entertaining.

"Calm down, sugar, everything's fine! I was just bored and wanted someone to talk to." He smiled, enjoying the view of you darting up. Your eyes were so wide, you looked like you were ready to pop a vein.

Is he fucking serious? "Are... are you fucking serious?"

Johnny's smile just widened at your outraged response. He loved when you got like this, it meant that he was getting under your beautiful skin. 

"I'm dead serious, darlin'. I got bored and thought to myself, let me wake the sleeping beauty up so that I have someone to talk to."

The revelation that he woke you up not because you were being attacked, but because he was merely bored, really pissed you off. This bastard had purposely disturbed your rest no good reason. The panic coursing through your being quickly shifted to anger, bordering on rage.

"You woke me up because you're... bored?!"

Johnny chuckled, he shamelessly enjoyed seeing you like this. The fact that he had the power to drive you up the wall with such a stupid reason was entertaining, to say the least.

"Yep, I'm bored. And I had no one to talk to, aside from Geras outside, and he doesn’t seem like he’s a very good conversation partner..." He smirked, watching you closely.

You were now fully awake. The sudden onslaught of panic and anger had snapped you out of your sleepy state. You were giving Johnny the darkest of glares as you held yourself up off your seat by your arms, a nasty scowl on your lips.

Johnny grinned in contrast, knowing that he had successfully annoyed you again. That death glare aimed solely at him was exactly the response he'd been looking for.

"Aw, don't look at me like that, darlin’! Come on, ain't you bored too?"

"By the Gods..." You take a deep breath in and a long exhale out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you restrain yourself from outright attacking this man there and then.

"Come on, can you blame me? We've been in this cramped ass carriage for hours now. I know you’re also bored.” He chuckled again as he leaned back against his seat, stretching his limbs out slightly.

"Johnny-"

He knew that you were holding back from physically attacking him, and that you were probably thinking of a billion ways to kill him. Johnny knew he was annoying and that he pissed you off, that was the fun in it.

"What's wrong, sugar? Cat got your tongue?" Like the ass that he is, he still continued to push you. He leaned in, his face now mere inches from yours.

Opening your eyes to see Johnny's face inches away from your own wasn't a welcome surprise. Grumbling, you roughly shove him backwards, using his own face to push his body away from you. He crashed back down on his seat with a loud: "Oof!"

After the initial shock of you shoving him wore off, he started to rub his chin and chuckle, the mild sting on his face not really bothering him.

"Damn, you got quite the strong arm, don't you, darlin'?"

"Just go back to sleep, Cage..." You mutter as you lay back down, trying your hardest to fall back asleep.

Johnny sighed, leaned back against the wall of the carriage and propping his feet up on the adjacent seat to him, the spot besides your head. "Well..."

"Do you even have a favourite colour, Jade?"

He looked at you curiously, his eyes on your facial features. As much as he revelled in getting on your nerves, a part of him genuinely wanted to hold a conversation with you.

"...Why do you ask?" You reopened your eyes, your anger gave way to confusion, intrigue.

Johnny shrugged, keeping his eyes on you as you lay there, looking up at him. "I don't know, I'm just curious. Can't a guy have a normal conversation with the woman who's stuck with him for the entire night?"

"Hm..." You lie there, pondering his question. Maybe, just maybe, if you answer him then he’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.

"...l am rather partial to green."

Johnny smiled in response, this time genuinely. Of course, you would pick the colour that you mostly wore, it made perfect sense.

"Green, huh? Me too." His tone was jovial, but still slightly teasing.

"Is that why you wear it so much? 'Cause you know it suits you?"

You don't say anything, a light scoff escaping you is your response instead.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a bit. Realising that you wouldn't get back to sleep anytime soon, and realising that Johnny wouldn't let up in bothering you talking to you, you sit up and take in a deep breath, sighing slowly as you regain more of yourself.

"You like green, too?"

Johnny was admittedly a little surprised that you’d actually started to talk to him. He was honestly expecting you to dismiss him or refuse to speak, like you always do. Nonetheless, he still answers your question without missing a beat.

"Yeah, I do...guess that's another thing we share in common then, darlin'." He chuckles, his smile never fading. You were a tough nut to crack, but maybe he could get you to loosen up a little more.

"Guess so." A tiny smile appears on your face.

Johnny’s smile widened. For the first time in a long time, you two were starting to have an actual, normal and proper conversation, not just a petty argument. He found himself enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. He looked you over again. Your tired, yet still rather attractive appearance still intrigued him. He couldn't help but say something.

"You know, you still look cute even when you're sleep deprived."

You chuckle. Johnny's flirting surprisingly makes you laugh instead of getting on your nerves.

And that's when you take a good look at him. The dim pink lighting above actually complemented his features rather well. His cheekbones were well defined, his jawline strong and his smile was bright. Moving downwards, the way his uniform hugged his broad form made a warm feeling make its way through your stomach. Your face softened ever since slightly. As annoying as he was, Johnny is still a very handsome man. Slowly, you were starting to see this.

You start to, ever so slightly, warm up to him. Well, maybe the atmosphere the two of you were in was having some sort of effect on your psyche. Either way, what was commencing was doing so.

"Must you flirt with every single woman you come across?" You tilt your head to the side slightly, a playful look in your narrowing eyes.

"No, I only do it to the beautiful ones." He let out a soft laugh, his face still wore a smile but his voice was much more sultry than before, something very intentional. Though not obvious, he liked how you chuckled at his words. You looked... weirdly beautiful when you smiled, this was such a rare sight to see.

"Like Kitana? I've noticed how you speak to her."

"Oh, Kitana..." He laughed again and craned his neck to look out of the window for a bit. His smile shifted into a sly smirk as he looked back at you. "...Maybe a little." The smirk on his face grew. It sounds almost as if he was thinking about something that he and he alone was aware of.

"And what if Kitana and I were… friends of sorts?"

You chuckle again, somewhat amused by his revelation. The implication of his words didn't elude you, of course he'd be hooking up with somebody in Outworld.

”Then Sindel would have your head."

He shrugged, not at all bothered by that very true fact. "That's a risk I'm willing to take... for Kitana, at least."

Johnny paused for a moment and looked at you again, his smirk widened as he next spoke.

"Jealous, are you?"

You roll your eyes, your usual feelings of Johnny Cage irritation starting to bubble back up again. "Please..."

The smirk on his face grew more sly. In his eyes, you were trying to act unbothered by the whole situation. He believed that deep down, he knew of your true feelings.

"Aw, come on darlin'. Don't lie to me now. I can see it in your eyes. You're jealous that I'm hitting on a gorgeous girl like Kitana." He winked, continuing to tease you.

"Hah, whatever helps you sleep at night." You start to shift in your seat a little. Not because what Johnny was saying was true, which it wasn't, but because you were starting to grow a little uncomfortable.

This just amused Johnny more. In his eyes, you were starting to get flustered. The knowledge that him and the princess were FWB clearly got to you, he thought. It was all a little game to him.

"Aw, don't worry, princess. Your secret's safe with me. I know you're feeling a tad jealous that I'm into Kitana." He leaned in closer to you, his voice just a whisper.

“By the Gods, you're annoying..." Your head falls into your hand, your fingers pressing into your forehead.

Aww, you was trying to cover up the jealously that was inside you, how cute! There's nothing to be ashamed about.

"And you're adorable when you're jealous like this." He leaned forward, even closer to you.

You again push Johnny away from you by his face, but this time noticeably lighter. Wow, he really was making progress! A yawn slips out of you, you go ahead and lay back down in your seat, shifting around a bit in a bid to get comfortable.

“…I’m going back to sleep. You should, too." You look at Johnny one last time before closing your eyes. "And don’t bother me this time."

Johnny couldn't resist rolling his eyes in response to your warning, but that smirk never faded. He leaned back in his seat and placed his arms behind his head. He silently watched you lay down and start to drift back to the dream world. Only the Elder Gods know what his lewd mind was thinking about at that moment.

"Night, darlin'..."

A/N: thank you for reading!! <33

[smuttothechase]

Sevyn Rambles. | minors DNI

prompt: the feeling right before you kiss someone

when you know the tension is there.. and thick. it truly is such an exhilarating feeling. the anticipation you feel, the type that goes all the way into your bones. where you start shaking from nerves, wondering what's about to happen next. and the "forbidden" passionate sex that you crave, chase and long for. the kind you dream about, that you physically can't help but yearn for. it gives me that release i need. sex so intimate.. and yet, still so very distant ~

[pasdecoeur]

so.

i guess fanfiction wasn’t a phase….

[smutcentralx]

bakugo NSFW headcannons ¡

dynamite in the sheets

warnings: nsfw. mdni¡ lots of nastiness. possessive/mean bakugo, overstim, nasty talk, lil soft aftercare bc he can’t help it

MASTERLIST

a/n: while i’m writing for the lovely requests i saw btw thank you to everyone that sent requests i promise i saw them all and they were amazing hahaha i wrote this while i was drunk lol enjoy 🤽🏿‍♀️

-bakugo doesn’t do chill sex. he fucks like he’s training for the olympics. sweaty, rough, swearing the whole time. every thrust feels like he’s trying to prove something.

-if you mouth off?? oh you’re done. you talk shit to him and suddenly your legs are folded back, bed creaking, and he’s right in your face like: “say it again. bet you fuckin’ won’t.”

-he gets off on wrecking you. like actually obsessed with making you cum until you’re crying. it’s not sweet, it’s competitive. “thought you could tap out? nah. you’re takin’ it until i say.”

-his fingers??? literal weapons. he finds your g-spot once and then abuses it like he’s mad at it. he’ll be leaning over you, growling in your ear: “yeah, right there? that’s all mine.”

-he’s nasty about oral. eats pussy like it’s a challenge, not a favor. drags you to the edge of the bed, throws your legs over his shoulders and doesn’t let up until you’re literally sobbing. if you try to squirm away? nah. he pins you down and snarls, “you’re not fuckin’ done ‘til i say.”

-absolutely spits in your mouth. no hesitation, no warning. you make one bratty comment and suddenly his hand’s gripping your jaw, tongue on yours, and he’s muttering “swallow it like the slut you are.” you’ll be dizzy and soaked after.

-lowkey into breeding talk but will never admit it. you moan about how full he’s got you and his whole body stutters, breath ragged. “shut up—fuck—don’t say shit like that.” meanwhile he’s fucking you deeper, grinding it in like he wants to prove it.

-hates when you tease him in public. if you’re being flirty around the others, expect to get railed within an inch of your life the second you’re alone. bent over a sink, teeth in your shoulder, growling, “you think anyone else can handle this attitude? nah. only me.”

-bakugo is SO mean in bed it’s ridiculous. calls you loud, bratty, messy..but his dick twitches every time you moan his name. “shut the fuck up,” while secretly loving that you can’t.

-he’s insanely possessive. if he even catches another guy looking at you, you’re not walking tomorrow. “you’re mine. no one else gets to see you like this.” and then he fucks it into you until you believe him.

-aftercare is so on brand for him. he’ll toss you a towel and be like “jesus christ, you’re needy as hell” … but then he’s pulling you onto his chest, kissing your hair, whispering shit he’d deny if you called him on it.

lmk if u guys want more mha headcannons ;)

[smutcentralx]

Thank you! 😊

So first, are you familiar with any of the following? Yugioh, the Disney movies, the legend of korra, dangan ronpa, akudama drive, my hero academia, hunter x hunter, koe no katachi, samurai jack, dbz, free iwatobi, gurren lagann, mob psycho 100, pokemon, gravity falls, jjk, one piece, jackie chan adventures, voltron, urasawa's pluto, dandadan. I'll base the request on one or two of the shows that you know best.

Also, how many requests can I ask for?

ofc!

oouuu the ones i don’t know are yugioh, akudama drive, koe no katachi, samurai jack, i never watched dbz but i know it ofc, gurren lagann, voltron and urasawas pluto 🫩

the rest yesss i’m actually watching the new dandadan szn rn haha

you can ask for few i would say go crazy but it would take a lot of time so realistically id say about 3 is fine w me :)

ps. u didn’t list it but idk if u know mortal combat like the game but i have a johnny cage x reader smut coming on sept. 13 😌

[smutcentralx]

Hi there. I would like to place an nsfw fanfic request please. But first I have some questions I want to ask if that's okay.

Hi love! Yess of course ask away :)

[smutcentralx]

Todoroki x curvy!reader

MASTERLIST

warnings: smut ,body worship,soft dom Todoroki,curvy/chubby reader,established relationship ,praise kink,sweet dirty talk,soft insecurity, smutttt and pet names galore

Request by: @thatoneweirdkidattheplayground

A/n: This request is so yes i’m sorry it took so long to answer it and I love the body love/confidence twist you added. it’s not letting me copy and paste it but i gotchu tho hehe

You’re standing in front of him half-dressed thighs out, chest full and barely contained in your favorite old bra, the band biting into your soft sides a little, the fabric straining against your plush curves. It doesn’t fit… not really. But he’s looking at you like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

No, like you are.

His jaw twitches.

“Get on the bed,” he murmurs. “Please.”

You blink. “W-What?”

His voice is calm, but his hands are trembling when they touch your hips again.

“Lie down. Let me see all of you.”

The moment you’re on your back, he’s already crawling up between your thighs like a man starved. Eyes flicking over your body with open awe at the way your tummy softens against your ribcage, the way your thighs part just enough for his hips to fit between them.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth over your inner thigh. “You’re everything.”

Your breath catches. “You’ve barely even touched me, baby—”

“I’ve seen you,” he cuts in gently, nosing against your skin. “That’s all it takes.”

You feel the brush of his lips lower, right where your body’s warmest, softest — and when he groans? You nearly lose it.

“You smell so good,” he mumbles, kissing over your panties, tongue flattening against the fabric. “Sweet thing. Want you dripping down my throat.”

Your legs twitch.

“T-Todoroki—”

He looks up, expression wrecked. Hair a little messy already. Lips flushed.

“Call me Shoto when I’m eating your pussy,” he says, dragging your panties down your thighs. “Please.”

Your stomach flips so hard you forget how to breathe.

The first stroke of his tongue is slow like he’s savoring you. And then another, firmer, deeper until your thighs are trembling around his face and he’s moaning against your cunt like you’re a five-star meal.

Your hands tangle in his hair, voice breathy. “You like it that much, sweet boy?”

He nods against you, groaning. “Obsessed.”

His arms wrap around your thighs, hugging them like they’re his anchor, his home. He’s devouring you like you’re the softest, warmest thing he’s ever had. Like he’s trying to prove something not to you, but to your insecurity.

He wants it gone.

He wants it buried under every kiss he places on your stretch marks, every moan he pulls out of your mouth, every filthy praise he whispers into your pussy.

“Can’t believe you thought this body wasn’t perfect,” he murmurs, licking you open. “Look at how you fall apart for me. Look how good you take me.”

You’re writhing, helpless under the weight of his words and his tongue and his sweet, hungry sounds.

When he slips two fingers inside you, curling just right, his lips wrap around your clit, and you nearly scream.

“S-Shoto—!”

“That’s it, love. Let go for me.”

And when you do, it hits hard thighs clenching, body shuddering, moaning his name like a mantra while he holds you through it.

He doesn’t stop until you’re gasping.

And then he’s pulling back, lips glistening, flushed to hell — and crawling up your body with so much adoration in his eyes, you forget why you were ever insecure in the first place.

“Ready to feel me?” he whispers, brushing your cheek. “Or do you need a second?”

You bite your lip, grinning breathlessly.

“Sweet boy,” you whisper, cupping his face. “I want to feel all of you.”

He groans, forehead pressing to yours.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna make you feel everything.”

Your legs are still trembling when he kisses you again slow, open-mouthed, tasting your orgasm on his tongue like he’s drunk on you.

“You okay?” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek.

“Better than okay,” you whisper, touching his face. “But I need more.”

“Yeah?” he asks softly, like he needs you to say it.

You nod, breathless. “I want you inside me, Shoto. Want to feel you stretch me out. Want all of you, baby.”

He groans head dipping into the crook of your neck like he’s trying to physically restrain himself.

You feel the heat of him against your thigh, hard and heavy, and when you look down, you gasp softly.

“God, baby…”

He’s thick. Bigger than you remember. And when he looks at you, his voice is shaky.

“You’re sure?” he asks, eyes dark. “You’re soft and warm and so fucking tight, love, I might not last long.”

You bite your lip and pull him closer, voice like a prayer.

“Then don’t. Just give it to me.”

He grabs your thigh with one hand and lines himself up with the other, pressing the blunt head of his cock against your soaked entrance. Your back arches — the pressure already dizzying.

“Fucking hell,” he groans as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch. “You’re so full down here, baby. You’re squeezing me like a vice.”

You whimper, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other in his hair. “You’re big, sweet boy mmnh—fuck, it’s so good”

His lips find your neck, kissing gently as he starts to move, hips rolling slow and deep like he’s trying to memorize how your body takes him.

His hands never stop touching. Palming your thighs. Sliding up your waist. Holding your breast in that too-small bra like it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“You feel unreal,” he murmurs, breath hot on your skin. “Every part of you. Want you like this forever. Warm, full, mine.”

You wrap your legs around him tighter, moaning softly as he hits that deep spot again and again.

“Just like that, baby. Mmm—fuck—feels so good inside me. Wanna keep you there.”

He moans, thrusts getting a little harder now, pace still controlled but heavy.

“I can feel you gripping me, pretty girl. Every time I push in. You’re so wet, fuck”

You clench tighter just to tease him, and he chokes out a whimper.

“You’re gonna make me lose it.”

You smile, breathless. “Good. Fill me up, sweet boy.”

And he does.

Thrusts turning rougher, needier, thighs clenching around you as he buries his face in your chest, fucking you through his orgasm with a low, broken moan.

“Gonna come oh fuck, love, you’re taking all of me feels so good”

You feel the heat of it as he pulses inside you, hips grinding against yours, not wanting to let go.

You’re both panting, sweaty and glowing, when you roll him onto his back and straddle his lap.

He blinks up at you, dazed.

“Again?” he murmurs, already getting hard between your thighs.

You smirk, tugging your bra strap off your shoulder slowly.

“Still think it doesn’t fit?”

He groans, hands flying to your hips.

“God, ride me,” he whispers. “Show me every inch of what I’ve been missing.”

[smutcentralx]

your ghost x reader ATE.

since you’re in the COD fandom i was wondering if i could request a soap x reader fanfic 🙏🏻 friends to lovers jealousy trope vibes.

doesn’t need to be smut, but if it can be.. 👀

I SEE THE VISION 🤏🏽 yall ask and you shall receive

Trouble you started/ soap x female reader

MASTERLIST

warnings: friends to lovers, kinda short, jealousy, smut mdni¡

a/n: this took a min for me to post. it’s literally been rotting in my drafts buttt i hope this is good id def make a pt. 2

You didn’t mean to set him off.

It was harmless some casual talk with a guy from 141 during downtime. But you’d touched his arm. Laughed at something that wasn’t even funny. And Johnny saw it.

You could feel his eyes on you for the rest of the night.

Quiet. Watchful. Tense in a way you hadn’t seen before.

Back in your room, it didn’t take long.

You turned to say something maybe to tease him, maybe to cool things down but he was already walking toward you, slow and sure.

“That was cute,” he said, voice low. “Back there with Riley.”

You raised a brow. “Jealous?”

His eyes dropped to your mouth for a second too long.

“You tryin’ to make me?”

You opened your mouth, but he stepped in, close enough that your back hit the edge of the desk.

“Don’t play innocent now,” he muttered, hand bracing the wall beside your head. “You’ve been pushin’ this line for weeks.”

His lips brushed yours just barely. “So here we are.”

The first kiss was slow. Way too slow for the way your heart was pounding. You gripped the front of his shirt, trying to pull him in, but he didn’t budge.

“Relax,” he whispered. “You’re gettin’ what you wanted.”

You hated how smug he sounded.

Made you love it more.

He didn’t tear your clothes off he slid them off. Like he wanted to see every inch, memorize every reaction. Your breath caught when his hands slid down your hips, warm and firm and unshaking.

When he finally touched you, his fingers were slow. Teasing. Testing your patience on purpose.

You moaned, grinding into his hand. “Johnny—”

“Yeah,” he said softly, like he’d been waiting to hear that from you. “Say it again.”

“Johnny.”

“You sound wrecked already.”

When he pushed into you, you swore under your breath, hands scrambling for something to hold on to. He was big, steady, warm against your back as he pulled your hips into him again and again.

No dirty talk, no filthy threats just low, rough breathing and the occasional muttered “fuck” in your ear every time you clenched around him.

Your name sounded different when he said it now. Like a secret, not a joke.

You felt yourself getting close, fingers gripping the edge of the desk hard. He knew. Of course he knew.

“Go on,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Let go.”

And when you did he followed right after, quiet groan pressed into your neck, his hands gripping you like he didn’t want to let go.

When it was over, neither of you moved for a while.

Your head rested back against his shoulder, his arm still around your waist. No jokes. No teasing.

Just that tension, finally broken. That heat, finally let out.

After a few minutes, he said, almost casually:

“Next time you try to make me jealous—don’t.”

You looked over your shoulder at him. “Or what?”

He kissed your neck, slow and deliberate.

“I won’t be this patient.”

Your legs were still shaking when you finally peeled yourself off his chest. He hadn’t let go of your waist the entire time. Not even when your skin started to cool and your pulse steadied.

But now?

Now he was just watching you.

Quiet. Lazier now, but that same heat was simmering in his eyes. Like a wolf who’d eaten but hadn’t had nearly enough.

You brushed your fingers through his hair and smirked. “So that’s what happens when I touch Riley’s arm, huh?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Careful,” he muttered, voice low. “That was me being patient.”

You couldn’t help it. You leaned back on the desk again shameless and spread your legs just enough for him to look. To see his cum still dripping out of you.

His jaw flexed.

“Jesus fuck,” he whispered. “You tryin’ to kill me?”

You dragged a finger down your chest, brushing past your nipples.

“Just wonderin’ if you’re all talk, MacTavish.”

He moved so fast you barely had time to gasp.

One hand on your throat not squeezing, just holding while the other gripped your hip and pulled you to the edge of the desk. Right back where he had you before.

“Talk?” he growled. “You think that was me proving something?”

You moaned softly when you felt him hard against your thigh again.

“You’re already hard again,” you teased.

He kissed you rough all teeth and tongue and tension then pulled back just enough to murmur:

“‘Cause you’re sittin’ there drippin’ like a fuckin’ meal.”

You gasped when he dragged the head of his cock through your folds, slow, deliberate, letting the tip press to your clit just enough to make you squirm.

“No more warnings, love,” he said darkly. “You wind me up like that again, you take everything I give you. Got it?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t fast enough.

He shoved in.

You choked on a gasp legs flying up around his waist, fingers clawing for the edge of the desk again. The stretch was sharper this time. Faster. Hungrier.

No slow pace now. No warm-up. Just hips slamming into yours like he’d been waiting to remind you who you belonged to.

“You like makin’ me jealous?” he growled into your neck. “That what gets you off, pretty girl?”

You could barely breathe, let alone answer.

“Too fuckin’ bad,” he grunted, grabbing your thigh and pulling it up over his shoulder. “’Cause I don’t share. And you’re gonna feel that.”

You whimpered body shaking, desk rattling beneath you and he grinned through his teeth.

“Already clenching on me. Filthy little thing.”

He reached down, thumb brushing your clit just right, and you cried out.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come for me again. Make a mess. Show me who fuckin’ owns this body.”

When you came again, it was loud. Intense. Everything coiled tight and snapping all at once heat flooding your belly, thighs trembling around his waist.

He followed right after you with a loud, breathless moan, spilling inside you for the second time, holding you still while he pulsed inside you.

Breath on your skin. His forehead against your shoulder.

And finally… silence. The good kind. He didn’t let you stand.

Just leaned in, pressing soft kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your chest.

“You alright?” he whispered. “Wasn’t too much?”

You shook your head, dazed but glowing. “That was… perfect.”

He chuckled softly and helped you down, only to scoop you into his arms a second later.

“I was gonna walk—“Don’t care,” he murmured. “You don’t lift a finger after that.”

Back in bed, he cleaned you up with the kind of gentleness that made your heart ache warm towel, soft strokes, forehead kisses every time you sighed.

And when you curled into him, sore and boneless?

His hand slid over your thigh, possessive even in sleep.

“One more thing,” he mumbled, eyes already drifting shut.

“Mm?”

“Next time you flirt with Riley again…”

You smirked. “Yeah?”

He kissed your shoulder. Slow and deliberate.

“I won’t be nearly that gentle.”

[chimisoart]

🥹