Something something birthday sex with chihiro something something praise kink calling him a good boy something something, spoiling him bc it’s his birthday something something he feels like he doesn’t deserve you something something
His birthday is August 11! Hbd my pretty boy
Eat him.
Pairing(s) — chihiro rokuhira x gn reader
Content — nsfw. sub character, dry humping but that's not the focal part, praising, body worship.
Masterlist.
A doll. That's what he is. Irresistible and impossible to deny even if you looked away from the sight of him sprawled out beneath you, lips bruised by the ministrations done to him.
He loves your kisses. Lips constantly pressing together whenever he could have you. He isn't all that bad at it either. Obedient and learning.
Oh, he's such a great student too.
"I'm so lucky to have you, Chihiro." You roll your hips lightly over his clothed cock, preening at his reaction. He jolts slightly, breathing harshly through his nostrils, his chest rising and falling deeply. "Haaah-- you're so well behaved. So good. Every time I see you I get filled with this overwhelming urge to love you."
His fingers curl around the fabric of your bed sheets. When he decides he can no longer keep his gaze on you, he throws an arm over himself to shy away from your intense stare.
You look at him with adoration.
Something he doesn't quite know how to react to.
Unfiltered love that heats him so horribly, if he were to look in the mirror, he'd understand why you make sure to keep your hands cold to press them to his cheeks in an attempt to cool him down.
"...Thank you, [name]," He nods once, slowly and appreciative but, barely with you. His head is filled with a song he can't recognize. A feeling he knows very little about yet his heart beats erratically with joy that you're here to help him explore that melody.
You giggle at him before prying his arm away from his face, he resists with a shake, "Can I see you again?"
Chihiro blinks rapidly, lashes fluttering against each other like he's trying to blink away tears from his sight, "it's embarrassing..."
"This?"
With him, you've got to be aware of his every subtle move. Attention to detail is great to have. You've got to understand him like no other and times like this mean he'll be vulnerable. Open to every insecurity pushed deep inside to protect himself.
He shakes his head 'no'.
"...You?" When he doesn't immediately respond, you've got your answer. You gently prod at his arm, "Why is that?"
He allows you to remove his arm with such timidity, you're afraid to scare him away.
He looks the other way, shifting his face so his scar hides away in the pillow beneath his head. And you've found another silent answer.
Something too prominent, impossible to ignore — the so thought nasty thing etched into his skin. Sure, his face is littered with scratches, smaller scars that may fade away with time, but that thing can never. Not if he cuts the skin off, not the memory, not the hatred bought with it.
It's a constant reminder of him and his revenge.
He grows uncomfortable when your eyes linger too long on his scar. When he's eating and you're sitting on the wrong side, watching him munch on the food you prepared for him.
He's ugly.
But it's like you don't see it. Don't acknowledge it. Like it's not even there.
"On the contrary, Chihiro," You lean down, purposefully bumping your groin against his and sighing when you feel him twitching at the sheer pleasure overwhelming his being. "I find it adds to your beauty."
He watches curiously as you bring your face closer to his, eyes flickering down to your lips. Will you kiss him? He wonders. He hopes so.
It's not quite what you do.
Your lips hover over his, brushing ever so gently against his before swooping above to the side of his face and planting a kiss over his scar, that bumpy texture is a surprisingly nice sensation.
He gasps lightly.
What?
"It's," kiss "beautiful." mwah "handsome, you're so handsome," and another kiss.
Chihiro startles when he feels your wet tongue lick the edges of his scar. He squirms uncontrollably, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
I-it feels weird... Confused, Chihiro scrunches his nose.
"I can't even begin to describe it myself."
Your hot breath hits his face as you drag your tongue to the very top of the wound before sliding back down to his cheekbone. His mouth falls open, hips twitching into yours, panting into the heated air when he feels your teeth nibble on the sensitive skin.
He didn't expect this.
He didn't think the side of his head could pound with eagerness for more.
How— Chihiro wonders.
Such a thing that fills him with so many negative emotions, energy drained with every passing second he spent staring at it, now heating up with his fluster.
His body arches into you, a hand shooting away from the sheets and to your back, raking his fingers down your spine to get you away from his scar.
But you only thread your digits through his black hair, holding the side of his quivering head still to your eager maw, humming when you feel his scar throb.
"Mm!!-" He grows incredibly tense, hips jumping into yours as if a puppeteer holds his strings a little too high.
You mouth at his scar, teeth nibbling down the risen skin.
"[N-name]—" His other hand draws down to push your hips away before he quickly withdraws, realizing his mistake too late.
You coo down at him as his whimpers turn into full-fledged gasps. Deep inhales shooting right back out rapidly like he can't control himself.
The deep tremors that run down his thighs pull your attention to his sudden shaky form. His cock twitches adorably through his dark pants. You grin as you work to unbutton them.
He melts all at once into the plush bed, a blissful expression taking over his previously flushed look.
"Ah, you're so adorable, chihiro-" the boy whines, it's a low sound that rumbles in his chest, it almost sounds like a purr, "cumming like a good boy. Did that feel good? Do you want more?"
You grind down to test the waters.
"Ah, ahh!" He nods desperately. "More, please.." his need is evident in his crimson eyes, blown wide open and hazy.
"Did you like that?" He keens, his heart drumming in his ears and pounding in his head. "Talk to me, doll."
He gulps, lips parting to speak, but it's like his throat refuses to cooperate with his mind.
His legs involuntarily kick out in frustration.
Shy, reserved Chihiro reduced to a mess all because of your praise.
When you finally undo his belt and pants, Chihiro's quick to help you peel off the article, shoving his underwear to the side.
He whimpers when the cold air hits his body, thighs pressing together to calm himself.
"Oh, my pretty boy.. is all this from kissing your scar?" More like making out but yes.
His ears burned at the sticky, wet mess he made. The squelching and constant shlick slick of his cum shifting against his twitching cock, tip feverishly red and needy for stimulation, makes him even wetter than before.
He did it all for you.
Nonetheless, he pushes it aside to stare up at you with a look that begs you to remove your clothes too.
You smile down at him, pressing another kiss over his flushed scar. "I love you."
Chihiro nods eagerly, not being able to bring himself to speak even if he tried. He does. He loves you too.
Why do you think he's gifted you such an experience.
You're the first and will always be the last.
No one else.
He tugs on your waist, pulling you closer to his body warmth. "P-put it in, please."
You pause, screwing yourself over for not thinking ahead of time. "I... I didn't bring any protection"
Chihiro brings his bottom lip between his teeth, a small 'mm..' leaves him as he thinks a response through.
Alas, he too can give in to his lust. After all, he is still young and filled with unreleased hormones.
as days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, chihiro hasn't found a way to warm up to you completely!
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tw: nsfw, top!male reader, bottom!character, more of a romantic plot but still, awkward first time, praise.
November 1st,
The first entry to your journal was marked with that date. Your messy handwriting sprawled over the page as if you couldn't contain your excitement or panic? Chihiro's brows twitch in concern before he quickly smooths it out, not wanting to draw your attention as you fidget with his enchanted sword.
Even with Enten sheathed, Chihiro felt your energy vibrating through the thick bamboo wood of the swords cover. Your heart pulses like a drummer banging his instrument. Fingertips digging into the handle like you wanted to imprint yourself into it.
Chihiro rids himself of the thought of you standing anxiously on the other side of the room, watching him carefully so that he could keep his vision from blurring as he shuts the journal and inspects the outside.
Worn down. . . Used.
The binder of the brown leather journal has an initial carved into it — C.R.
Every bit of your personality sparks the journal in Chihiro's hands. You've made it into your own, and it strikes a massive interest in his core.
"Sooo.." You clear your throat. Chihiro turns his head to glance at you, and he instantly spots the way your pulse jumps on your neck. "S-so, do you.. like my room? Isn't it cool?"
In a fit of nervous energy, you give a small spin to gesture the room.
Chihiro opens his coat to 'casually' and carefully hide the small journal marked C.R. in his pocket before you can see him doing so as if he wasn't going to read through the pages when he was alone.
His breath catches in his throat at how anxious you seem before he nods wordlessly. He could see himself coming in here often. It smells like you. A soft, soapy smell fills the air, and he can't help the way he leans into it because it reminds him so much of you.
You bite at your inner cheek to hide a satisfied smile and take a half-step towards him, only for him to take a step back. His shoulder bumps into the lampshade placed beside the desk with the action.
A weak, shaky smile is placed on your face. You could only manage enough composure to hold out Enten for him— he had prompted you to hold onto it while he used your restroom and didn't ask for it back when he decided to inspect your room too.
"Here." You tried to hide the way your heart broke at his distance.
Chihiro has always been like this with you. Quiet, and... and cautious. He keeps his distance despite knowing so much about you. In spite of him knowing how much you liked him and why you do so.
Chihiro is like this with you.
He just is.
Because with everyone else; he seems more comfortable. He acts with his heart and his head. With you, it seems to be his head and his body.
And his body never hides his discomfort.
It confused you immensely. You were his as he was yours. Why did he feel the need to tense his shoulders when you walked in?
The red eyed boy nods and steps up to grab it carefully, "Thank you, [Name]."
"Yeah." You reply breathlessly.
"Let's get going." Chihiro orders as he loops Enten in his halter. His fingers clench around the handle in a nervous habit before his left hand reaches out to grip your wrist lightly (he feels your blood pumping through your veins at the touch) to lead you out with him.
He's embarrassed. . . You noted as you watched the back of his head. To anyone else, he would have just been dragging along his friend outside with a blank expression. To you, he is your boyfriend who rarely touches you, but he doesn't mind leading you head first in case danger striked. He's confident in his ability to protect you and it shows that much but he isn't confident when it comes to holding your hand — which is why he resorts to holding your wrist instead. Why is he always so embarrassed?
"...Can I ask you a question, Chihiro?" You lips part when your voice comes out shaky. Chihiro's ears perk up, much like a kittens, pausing in the middle of the hallway to place his focus on you. "... Uhm, uh-..."
With his eyes on you and his grip still warm and tight, you loose your train of thought. It felt like crickets were chirping in the back of your head and they all decided to band together to eat away at your brain — all they'll taste is your worry anyway, not much need for concern really...
Chihiro waits patiently.
He blinks slowly, lashes fluttering with every blink, and brings his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing softly. He's never looked quite guilty as that before.
Your eyebrows shoot up upon further notice.
"Why do you look like that?" You asked abruptly.
Out of context, yes, you can understand why that would cause someone to be offended. You weren't the greatest at picking out your words (quite the contrary to Chihiro). But, within context, you simply wanted to know what was on his mind to figure out why he gave you such an expression.
Heat rises to Chihiro's face and he looks to the side, genuinely caught off guard by your question. His eyes shift from the carpeted floor, to your shoes pressed up to the furthest corner of the room before they finally dropped to his coat. His pocket is heavy with your journal.
When his grip loosens off your wrist, you were quick to backtrack, "I mean. You have this look on your face- not, it's not ugly. You're not ugly, dear me, not at all. Sorry for how it came out, I'm wondering why you look like that?"
You send him a boyish smile to cover up your stuttering nature, too cute for chihiro to not gaze at. His glare is heavy. Heart pounding. But it doesn't last long as he turns to walk again, his fingers weakly digging into your veins to feel your heart beating beneath his touch.
"... Thanks." He replies to your compliment (if one could call it that), but he does not mention that he's got your journal tucked away in the confinements of his coat. "You don't often ask me things. I've come to that realization just now.. it makes me wonder what you really wanted to ask me..."
"Oh." You shrug lightly. "Sorry, it's - it's a habit, i guess. I wanted to ask why.. why did you happen to look so tense? Did you need a massage or what? I can help you out, Chihiro -"
He reaches the door for you and slids it open with such delicate silence that you were almost afraid of breaking it. Surely, he can hear you swallow nervously...
Chihiro briefly considers your offer, but that is not why he is so tense. The sun hits his face as he steps outside your family house with you in tow. "I didn't realize you've noticed."
The rays of sunlight peak through his spiky hair and warm his scalp. He's been growing it out because you mentioned it looking good on him. He remembers it clearly — 'Do you style your hair? I like it like this.' — it was the first time you ever played with his hair, the light tugging of your hands in his hair left him feeling breathless.
"I notice a lot of things about you, 'hiro." His breath hitches at your words. In an almost reverent nature, you smiled down at him as he turned to you, startled. You held such a tender grin on your face that you can see the effects it has on him.
His body goes tense again, and his hands drop to his side, clenching and unclenching his fist like he can still feel your pulse under his.
You almost wanted to push more affection onto him to test why he seems so afraid of you. But you knew that could possibly drive him further away, so you bear the pain of his discomfort to keep him as close as he can let you.
"..." Chihiro frowns in confusion, his nose scrunching with the expression. "Shiba, Hinao, Char... they're waiting on us for dinner..."
Right... You've all agreed to eat dinner like normal people. Like the son of Rokuhira Kunishige wasn't on a revenge mission and that everyone else wasn't hiding secrets about themselves (more like you're starting to feel bitter about Chihiro's coldness).
You bought him in your home in hopes of letting him have an insight into your life — to look at your photographs on the wall and to maybe meet your family, but they just happened to be busy. Maybe you hoped for something more, something far more precious, a side of his vulnerability, his weaknesses and his strengths, his body, his mind, and his soul.
Instead, you were a desperate frog trapped on a sinking water lily with clueless fish surrounding the lake who poke and prod at you.
"...Okay." And yet, you still didn't question the way his breathing stuttered in relief.
. . .
November 1st,
i bumped into a boy while getting ice cream. he was so pretty that i believed he was a dream. his eyes were breathtaking as were his lashes, they were dark. his eyes were red btw. red. and his nose, oh, if i could give birth, i would give birth to a bunch of his kids with his nose structure. and he had this scar on the side of his head. it was a big contrast against the sharpness of his features but i believe it suited him.
November 6th,
i've seen him again. i really hope he doesn't think i'm a stalker. wait, i'm getting ahead of myself. he probably doesn't remember me. it's whatever. so, i see him walking down the street with his little sister(?), i think. they didn't really look a like, but siblings come in different shapes and sizes? and she wants ice cream, and i think to myself me too! so i follow after them. maybe i was hoping to talk to him. yeah, i was. did and done. i wonder if he even likes ice cream, i saw him being ice cream, and i rambled to him about my favorite flavor, and he sticked around and listened. i think he was trying to be polite. i liked it, so i pretended we were friends already and that i knew him.
at first, i could see the confusion of it. he tried to remember me then he admitted that he doesn't recognize me. this. this is where my plan starts to work out, his little sister helped me out by saying his name; chihiro. argh, even his name suits him. so chihiro, his sister and i eat ice cream together in tense silence. did he have friends? oh no, what if he didn't and he thought i was poking fun at him?
November 9th,
his little sister found me. she keeps doing this. i don't even know her name but i know that she's got a big appetite for such a little body. she asked me superficial questions- i'm not a fan of them but what a kid doesn't know won't hurt them. there was something in the pit of my stomach that warned me to stay away from her. she's a cute thing but, things weren't adding up. especially when a random man appeared in the middle of my kitchen, he teleported inside and ate my food and took her away! what normal kid goes along with that??
Chihiro smiles to himself, and the tips of his ears burn harshly. He can just imagine Char's joyful nature as she was being fed by a total stranger. He flips through the pages, aware that he only ever has limited time by himself whenever the world slept. When he catches sight of his name- he stops to read with wide eyes.
November 22nd,
chihiro is much more observant than i can even begin to explain. he sees when a hair is out of place on shiba's very slimy head and when the cornea of an eye is off centered. but he's also so blind to my feelings. i didn't expect myself to be this taken by him. i can't help it. he's just kind. he's very kind and thoughtful, but he's distant and cold at the same time. i want to go beneath those walls, not to benefit me, but because i have seen how he is... i would like for him to have someone he can be himself with. that if he wants to cry, he can go ahead and do it. if he wants to laugh and get angry a second later, he should feel safe to do so. i am not opposed to that being me.. however, chihiro is blind to this, even when i tell him honestly, on my own life, what i would like.
November 31st,
i've asked him out. i'm pretty sure my face was redder than a tomato and that my voice was shaky. it was embarrassing as much as it was exhilarating. he's been so busy with other things that I really doubt he'd even consider it, but he said yes?? i'm so confused, but i'm so happy. i've planned the perfect date with him.
Unknown,
i can't remember the date. i can't remember the time, i can't remember what happened exactly, but chihiro kissed my cheek. his lips were cold, which wasn't a problem considering how hot my face became once i realized the reality of the situation. he kissed my cheek goodbye before he left for a mission. i regret not asking him why he felt the need to do it when he always returns..
Chihiro, on the other hand, remembers it clearly. He was overwhelmed with an urge - it was strange, and it made the pit of his stomach tingle. He didn't expect himself to do it.
The last time he kissed someone... it was his dad (and he was also extremely young). His lips only know the taste of copper from his blood, the salt of his sweat, and the savory taste of food.
But, before he left, he lingered in your space. Your eyes kept holding his gaze as if you were waiting for him to leave, and he remembered how his eyes welled up with unshed tears before he blinked them away.
You told him in a whisper: 'Come back soon, Hiro.'
And instead of a nod or a ghost of a smile as he usually does, he leaned into you and pecked your cheek with a racing heart. It was a quick one. The type Chihiro gave to his dad when he was embarrassed about it. But the feelings were different here. It was intentional and heart pounding, to him, at least.
He wanted to reassure you in the best way possible that he will return and that... that there is more of him than just a straight face.
That now, his lips know the sweet taste of your skin.
December 5th,
it snowed when chihiro walked with me. i've heard fairy tales that say the first snowfall with a lover will be the one to keep forever. i sure hope so. i'll keep the memories of chihiro forever, and if i were to lose them all, i would love to go through it all again. but i don't ever want to forget the sight of a snowflake falling on the bridge of his red-tinted nose. he was cold, i could tell, but he never mentioned it and denied it when i asked. so i wrapped my scarf around him silently. thinking about it now, it was very cheesy, but i was honored to know that he kept it on even after he was in the comfort of hinao's warm home. he never gave it back either, i hope he forgets it's mine. i like him and i like when he carries something of mine.
December 30th,
every time he sits beside me, he goes tense and quiet. but when he's with hakuri, things are more natural. does he even know i dream about him? ahhh!! that's probably it. at least.. maybe he doesn't hate me?
i think i may be jealous of hakuri.
January 16th,
i dreamt about him. it was different from the rest of dreams- like, a lot different, and i feel guilty. i shouldn't be thinking about him like this. i really shouldn't, but i don't know what to do. he -
Chihiro flips through more pages, confused and uncertain. The handwriting becomes more... frustrated, they turn into scribbles, and it's hard to distinguish the letters. Like you rushed through your emotions and patience all at once.
He grips onto your journey tightly, his nails digging into the leather as he tries to find something sensible until — the most recent page, a page numbered 71.
Chihiro presses his thumb into the recycled paper material like it would help him understand you. The ink is fresh. . .
April 1,
i'm too nervous with him.
every night, every day, any time i think of him, i want to love him until he realizes that there is no one else for him.
today i dreamt about him again. about how he would sound if i pressed him into my mattress. would he be whiny? grunty? whimpery? is that even a word?? is he a crybaby —
Chihiro shuts the journal. He quickly glances away from the book with a wide, wavering gaze. He feels his mouth go dry in shock.
His once sturdy and scarred hands are shaking.
He quickly sets the journal down on the couch and stares at it as if the devil created it himself. By the skies, the sea, and the trees; he would have never seen this coming from you, too.
Chihiro is good at observation. He has his father's eyes, both figuratively and literally. He can spot shiba's hair from miles away. He can spot an off centered piece of art. But he did not see this coming.
He keeps his warm heart tucked away beneath a blade he carries around that is painted in his enemies blood. His heart has never touched another's without intention. He does not give himself easily, and he does not plan to do so without genuine commitment.
He understands what it means to lurk around someone like him. All the dangers, the coldness, and the instability of his life. His world is corrupt and dark.
He thought...you were too good for someone like him..
You, in an extraordinary way, never pushed him for anything else but to be himself.
You strive for the things you want. You're responsible and respectful and patient.
So patient that you've been waiting on him to give in to what he wants too. So, he stares at the book, silently assessing it.
Should he continue reading? Should he let his curiosity win?
Chihiro swallows quietly and picks up the book with one hand, holding it away from him as if it'll come to life and start barking at him. If he keeps reading, what will happen next? Will he be able to look you in the eye and pretend he doesn't know what you're thinking about?
Too immersed in his thoughts and worries, he doesn't hear the lights click on until he's able to see how one of his hands is clenching tightly onto his pant leg, and his body flinches slightly at being caught.
"—Chihiro?" His red eyes flint to you. There is that flicker of guilt again before it's washed away, again.
You stand by the entrance of the kitchen with a glass of water, watching him carefully. You glance to the journal in his grasp, and that guilty look suddenly makes sense. "Is that mine?"
Chihiro's gaze drops to his lap as he sets the journal down beside him.
You catch the initials 'C.R.' carved into the binder.
Chihiro Rokuhira.
The journal you created for him alone.
"Oh." You make a pathetic noise lost between a squeak and a huff. "I see..."
There's a tight grip inside of your throat clawing at your esophagus to keep you from throwing up and blurring in your vision as your eyes glaze over with a thin layer of water.
Oh, this can not begin to describe embarrassment.
Your face burns terribly the more you think of it. All those times where you've written your wet dreams in hopes of pushing out your sexual frustrations into something other than your palm.. the pages upon pages describing your feelings for him, the memories dating back months ago — your jealousy.
Chihiro awkwardly shuffles to his feet, covering his shaky hands by clenching them into sweaty fists beside his stiff body. He looks up at you through fluttering lashes before his gaze drops to the floor just as quickly as the glance comes.
A guilty pang thumps at your chest, eyes softening at his struggles.
He's uncomfortable.
You clear your throat and drink the remaining water in your glass cup to rid yourself of the dryness in your mouth, "..S-sorry about that.. I never meant for you to read that.."
In the history of relationships, ever, from when the first humans decided to get together, bang it on, and move onto the next (or whatever goes on in relationships) — there has never been someone who's felt quite as lonely and starved for affection while standing in the same room as their lover as you do.
Or maybe you were just being dramatic.
But he didn't look at you. He stared down at the floorboards, tracing the pattern of wood in his head until it burned behind his eyelids.
He didn't step closer to comfort you like he would've done with anyone else.
He didn't even move as you watched him carefully, a look akin to desperation crossing your features as you hoped he would tell you that he didn't hate what he read.
Please don't be weirded out. . .
Chihiro lets out an air from his nostrils, not quite a sigh, something akin to a laugh and breathes deeply. You watch as he inhales calmly, his fingers finally relaxing at his sides, his knuckles regaining their tan color.
"No, [Name]. I'd like to apologize." Chihiro says. He speaks in a quiet voice. The rumble in his chest no more. It was replaced with a delicate whisper reserved for you alone. "I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I. . . I got curious at the potential of this being written about me. I wanted to know your thoughts and feelings for so long that. . . it didn't matter how I found out. If I had been more upfront with you, you wouldn't have had to suffer all on your own."
You opened your mouth to butt in. However, Chihiro continues.
"But -" He lets out a shaky breath and takes a step back, retracting into himself. He hides in himself again as he tries to find the carefully crafted words he's known for, but that's not what you wanted. You want to scream at him and shake him around until he finally understands that you just want him to be. Without limits or restraint. "But I'm a coward when it comes to you, [Name]."
You gulp and set down the glass on the coffee table by his feet. "How come?"
Chihiro nearly flinches at your question. Like he didn't expect the genuine curiosity in your tone. He raises his head to look at you — your face begged for sleep, but your eyes screamed at him to continue.
"Because I was too afraid to hear them from you; yourself." He is a coward. He's afraid of you and your emotions.
You're wonderful — "It's different with you," — You're special — "It's a little overwhelming." — But I don't hate it.
He presses his fingers together to feel warm again. To shake off the numbness his body has collected over the years of his youthful life.
"Someone like me shouldn't bring you down in my hardships and errors -" Chihiro said, "I tried to distance myself, but I realized that I kept sticking to you in my own selfish ways. And I still want to know about you even when I'm afraid because I will continue to lay my sword and duties aside to have just a second with you."
The room fell quiet except for the heavy exhale you released, your chest rising and falling in a steady motion. He could hear the bed creaking as someone toss and turned around in their bed. He thinks it could've been Char. Or maybe Mr. Shiba...
You watch him with wide eyes, a deep burning taking over your body and shooting down to the very place you prayed for the gods to ignore.
And then, your shift your hips to make the pitching tent less noticeable, but in the still room, there's no denying that Chihiro has spotted it.
His gaze drops to your crotch, his eyes widening by a fraction.
Damn it. . .
You cleared your throat, "Sh-shoot, sorry- I've, I never thought you'd break - I knew what I was getting into when I chose you - I think I need the bathroom —"
"— Let me take care of it." Chihiro cuts in. His own eyes widen at his words before he plays it off by walking closer to you — a newfound glimmer of determination in his eyes. Like he was ready to prove himself.
What.
". . .What?" You smile sheepishly, "What do you mean?"
He steps in front of you with a small tick in his brow. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He glances to the side as the tips of his ears burn a harsh red, "I want. . . to do the things you dream about. I want to prove to you that I can do better."
"This," you take a half-step back to give yourself some space and bring your hands to your lap to provide some coverage. The soft feel of your sweatpants felt tight now. Too tight at his offer. "This is no way to prove it — you can start by.. by just being yourself."
Chihiro frowns lightly at your soft argument, his fight dying just a little because to him, you said no, and he will respect that. "I need a bath. I'll be right back -" You said that, but you still find yourself in the same room with him and the urge to lunge at him with desire. Chihiro shakes his head softly, "No, you don't have to. Let's head to bed together. Can I stay with you?"
(In Chihiro language, this translates as 'I like how you smell, don't wash it off')
You pause, "You want to go to sleep? With me like this?"
Chihiro tried his hardest not to glance downwards, and he repeats his earlier request, "It's not a bother to me. . . I can take care of it."
You make a small defensive noise. Absolutely not. Nonono, this is just a wicked dream. One that hangs your desires right into front of you with a cruel smile.
"Chihiro-" He blinks and waits for you to continue, but your argument dies out. There is no way this is real, right? "... Are you serious?"
You'd be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.
Dumb, and desperate. That is all you. Needy and clingy. It is also you. So when he says he'll 'take care of it', potentially jerk you off for your pleasure. . . you made your brain forget how to speak.
You don't know the sensations. It's always in the back of your head, but you do not know how it really feels to be touched by another— "I am." Chihiro defends his statement with determination, his eyes twinkling lightly. "...I think about you, too."
"I-" You gulp thickly as your face heats up terribly, "I should wash myself beforehand-"
You're sweaty, bacteria accumulating over your body through hours of sleep but Chihiro likes it. He shakes his head again, "I don't mind it. It's normal..."
"Uhm," You start.
"There will be another time, [Name]." Chihiro finishes with a straight face. like he's reassuring you about not smelling good(???). He steps up with a silent flinch - battle scars are probably ten times better than embarrassment of stumbling around in a moment you've been dreaming of, you think. "Would you... like to do it with me, too?"
You didn't expect him to be so bold.
Or maybe you've blinded yourself.
You gave a jerky nod.
"Yes."
. . .
"Hnng.." You groan in a pathetic way, mouth dropping as your thighs shake around his shoulders. Despite the tremors overtaking your body, you push through to roll your hips deeper into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, knees sinking into the couch as you hold your hips over his face; your presence pinning him down to the couch.
The back of his head softly hits the cushion as you repeatedly thrust back inside the warm cave of his slimy mouth. Gosh... He's producing so much drool for someone lying on their back..
"So warm haahhh-"
Your shaky fingers thread through his sweat damped dark hair to lift his head just right for him to swallow you whole, his teeth lightly grazing around you in the effort of keeping his jaw loose, "Watch your teeth, 'Hiro. Soften your tongue— yeah, just like that.."
He did it like it was a mission. And all that mattered was that he helped you complete yourself, quote on quote "I'll give you everything you want."
Chihiro — oh, he was so good. So limp beneath you and yet trying so hard to give you something worth of your memory.
He opens his teary eyes to take in the sight of your pleased smile, a dazed look in your eyes as watch him.
You're pleased.
You're feeling good.
Chihiro feels a warmness in his chest, his heart slamming wildly in his chest to recover from it all.
Your thumb slides down from his scalp to meet his scar. You feel the wet liquid of his sweat lining up at his temple as you wipe it away and Chihiro whines.
A low and rumbling noise from an action he thought to be incredibly sweet.
It's a pleasuring vibration that purrs against your wet cock and makes you suck in a sharp breath.
Then, you hear a small gargle, and Chihiro's chest starts to jerk up with the pressure inside his throat, the walls of his throat convulsing wildly around you and squeezing, his eyes shut tight to stop the tears from leaking. You panic and pull out, the tip of your hard, pulsing cock pressed against his chin as he recovers with a cough, his drool trailing down his lips and sticking to his chin as he swallowed heavily — an empty feeling in his throat. "Ack-"
He reaches out to touch his lips, like his mouth has fallen numb, and he has no clue what to do about it.
"Are you okay??" You panic, hands trembling as you press them against his heated up face. His head pounds with the smell of you, and he can't resist the shiver that runs down his spine.
"Yes... keep going." Chihiro murmurs more to himself, a small huff of desperation leaving his tingling lips before he grips at your hips and guides you back inside, his tongue lolling out to welcome you in again.
Your eyes widen at the new feeling.
His throat is pulsing.
His eyes are hungry.
His tongue slid messily, inexperienced, against the underside of your cock.
"Ngh.." You moan quietly. You tilt your head as you thought about how he seems too eager to please you, your hands instinctively gripping at his hair as he silently lays on his back.
His face is hidden beneath your hips, ears flushed red, and his fingers are clenched around your body loosely. His figure is tensed to the fullest degree. You're not sure you've ever seen someone as stiff as him before.
He keeps you buried inside his throat until the tip of his nose is buried in your pubes. He exhales and inhales sharply through his nostrils, humming quietly as he releases his hold on your hips to let you take what you want.
"A-ah.. you're the prettiest thing ever -" It slipped out before you could stop it. His eyes widened at your words. The living room is heated with the smell of sex and the echo of his saliva being pushed back into his throat as you push yourself to the very end to hit every inch of gummy walls. "Dreams disappoint against the real thing. Against you. You have no idea how I've been wishing for this. On your knees, in the bed, riding me - Chihiro, I want you in every sense and in every way -"
When you pull out abruptly, your hands are quick to shoot out to apply pressure on his jaw to keep his mouth wide open with no problem, "I'll cum if you keep this up- ughhh, your lips are so soft-" your thumb slids to his mouth to run over his pink lips gently, "your tongue is so wet, your face is so cute- I love you so much, Chihiro, yes, I do."
Chihiro's hips jump.
An involuntary twitch.
A defiance of his own control over his body. A reaction he can't help.
And he liked it.
Your thumb pushes into his mouth, pressing down on his slimy tongue as drool starts to accumulate around it. You meet Chihiro's wavering gaze. His wide, red eyes shine as they stare up at your curiously. He doesn't move, surely doesn't even think of moving either...
"You like getting your throat bruised?" Chihiro's breathing hitches sharply at your teasing muse. You're not even talking directly at him, more so, cooing at him like a cute kitty on the street.. but he didn't mind it.
In fact, his mouth falls shut, your thumb trapped between his lips as he sucks on it gingerly. That's a yes. At his confirmation, you remove your hand off of his scalp to wrap your fingers around yourself — cock glistening in his saliva and your precome. . .
Your hand moves frantically over his face, hips thrusting into your warm palm as you jerked yourself off over him. Chihiro pressed his thighs together as he felt sticky liquid drip onto his cheek.
"Mff-" He swallows with your thumb still in his mouth. You push it further in as his face begins to contort, and his trembling thighs squeeze shut again.
You noticed this time.
How his hips tremor just the slightest bit underneath your weight, his dark pants hiding his desire...
"Hah- you're so cute," you say, voice low with affection. "I'm gonna come on your face, 'Hiro."
Your breathing starts to quicken, and your balls go taut against his chin as you pointedly press the head of your cock into his cheek, a loud muffled groan leaving you as you bite your lip harshly to quiet yourself.
Spurts of white come coat his face, his eyes squeezing shut immediately when a droplet strikes his brow with short puffs of air escaping his nostrils in surprise.
You smear your twitching cock against his cheek as he swallowed thickly around your thumb, you pull your hand away from his mouth to brace yourself against the arm rest his head laid on, chest rising rapidly and thumb wet with his drool. His lips parts so his tongue could dart out to lap at you again.
You wince and your hips twitch back, barely having enough time to think of recovering. "One second, Chihiro."
He slowly peeks an eye open, the heavy feeling of something warm on his eyelid weighing the other one down.
His cheek squished up against your cock as you meet his eyes.
It's a sight that would have had you hung in hell.
His father would probably drag you off of him and demand you never touch his 'innocent' Chihiro again. His father would conduct a baptism and an exchange of bands between the two of you before you go any further — or not, you never met him but from Chihiro's words, he seemed like he loved his son.
Regardless, your semen clinging on his handsome face; it was a holy sight.
You lean back with a heavy sigh before getting off from atop of his face on shaky legs. You could feel his eyes on you, watching for any discomfort — "... Are you okay?" He asks with a wavering expression, his voice is hoarse and thick with something that sounded a lot like need.
You huff heavily and send him a dazed smirk that leaves him red. "Better than okay."
He gave a small nod.
His expression is unreadable, but the air around him feels... charged.
He wants to ask something. You can see it in his gaze. It's written all over his glassy eyes. You settled closer to him until you were kneeling timidly on the couch cushions in between his legs.
Chihiro lifts his upper body to prop himself on his elbows, his head spinning and throat bobbing as he swallows around nothing.
Whatever it is that he wants to say, he doesn't speak it, and you glance down, disappointed.
You thought — immaturity running through your head — that he would at least feel a little. . . need for you.
That he wanted you to show him what you've dreamt about. To make him an experience and an experiment.
The thought leaves your eyes teary and exposed to the cold air chipping at your sweaty skin. Your, previously half hard, cock twitches as it softens against your stomach.
A small nudge against your thigh makes your racing mind hit the breaks.
Chihiro pushes the bottom of his shoe into your clothed front of your thigh. His eyes begin to soften when your gaze flickers to him.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. He knew you were getting too deep into your thoughts and he pulled you out before you could spiral.
He cares.
He knows you.
He sees all of you. Him reading your diary, probably, helped too.
You place your hands on his thighs, keeping his legs spread apart as you place your body between them. The smooth material of his black slacks makes a soft noise against the warmth of your palms. You rub at his inner thighs to hear the satisfying sound again.
Your touch on his inner thighs was electric. Claiming, almost. To him, at least.
He leans back into the sofa's armrest to cross his arms over his chest, a blockage (a denial really) of his desire, suddenly finding the sticky substance on his face far more interesting.
"Does your throat hurt?" You asked softly, eyeing the way his throat swallows as he wipes at his face.
"Nothing I can't handle." See. There it is. A closure you can never get from him — his true feelings are still calculated. Hidden.
But it's strange.
Because you also understand why.
He wasn't given the safety to process and release his emotions. He didn't have the time right now, so he shuts it off to quickly keep some composure.
You understand because you do the same when he gets like this.
But it's tiring.
Emotions are made to be complicated when they don't have to be, so you force yourself to ignore the burning embarrassment of your face and neck to lean your upper body above his chest- his body jolts slightly and he removes his hands from his face, your semen no longer coating his pretty features- "You did so well, Chihiro. Thank you."
You nuzzle your nose against his collarbone to maybe seek the smell of arousal if you can't see it in his eyes.
His pecs twitch in surprise as you tilt your head far enough to press your lips to his collarbone, "A-ah?"
You still, bitten lips from your own teeth pressed against his skin.
Was that a bad or good sound?
You could feel every pulse of his blood and flutter of his heart beating alive inside of him.
You could hear the change in his breathing — slower, heavier..
He's trying to regulate his heart rate.
"No." Your stern denial makes his heart jump beneath your tingling lips, "Just relax. Feel it all. I want you to feel."
His throat works to force another swallow done. From this distance, you can see how his jaw clenches, and you can hear the slight grit of his teeth.
You press yourself even closer, your lips trailing repetitive pecks over his neck without thinking. Kisses so sensual — so heated that Chihiro can't help his instinct to melt underneath them all.
"Nnh. . .'' Most of his weight falls onto the armrest as he begins to fall limp, his lips parting in a huff. A huff that sounds...
Was that a whine?
It was quiet. Soft. Expected from his voice but not expected from him.
You slow your kisses this time. The sound of the tame suctions from your mouth nipping against his skin filling his ear drums.
It sounded considerably louder since you worked long, slow kiss from his clavicle bone up his throat, his hips rolling slightly into your hips when you stopped to leave a lingering kiss on his Adam's apple and he gasps.
A startled gasp at the feeling.
You grind back down against his hips, groaning into his neck as you feel a stiff bulge press back by pure instinct. He's hard.
He's actually turned on by this (hopefully by you too..)!!
You smile against his skin, teeth shining with drool as you part them to let your tongue loll out against his skin.
Just a taste. . .
"It- [Name].." Your eyes flutter open at his shaky call. "Slow down please.."
Slower?
"Hm?" You hum for more clarification at his request. The noise brings vibrations down his bones that make him shake with nerves.
This is slow. . .?
His pulse jumps under your paused tongue. He can feel your shiver as you glide your wet muscle against his adam's apple subconsciously, like you couldn't control the need to do so.
Chihiro's body resists a shudder at the feeling.
"Ah... I'm not sure how to react?" He says in a shaky voice.
You pull away from him, your lips wet with your own saliva. Your eyes meet as you hover above him, your hips slotting perfectly against his, "I just want you to let yourself feel it, 'hiro... Can you tell me how my hands feel?"
You let one hand slip beneath his shirt while your other arm held you up. Your palms — warm and... simply warm make goosebumps raise over Chihiro's body as if the cold had touched him.
Chihiro nods firmly and glances down at your hand. Your grip feels possessive in the way you caress his hip. But he only knows how to describe the ache in his chest that brings him comfort along with your touch; "Warm."
It feels strangely intimate in how your thumbs start to rub circles into his skin, "It tickles..."
"Yeah?" You smile tenderly at him, your eyes soft and pupils blown wide to the point of total darkness. "You feel.. hot. Very hot to the touch. Your muscles are tense, but I can also feel your heart beating."
Chihiro swallows nervously. His eyes flutter shut when your hand reaches his waist, tracing over his muscles to soothe him.
His knees press together before he lets them relax and fall apart from each other as if he isn't sure if he wants to close himself off and open himself whole.
You watch as his shoulders pull up into himself, like he wants to shrink away from your touch, but he back arches to have more..
"Why are you always so tense.." You finally ask quietly. Your voice is soft and undeniably confused. "Do you- ... do you want this?"
His head turns to hide into his own shoulder, his nose scrunching up at your question. "I do."
"Then, please relax," you whisper in a plea. Maybe it came from deep down inside because he never has been with you — not really. but you also wanted him to feel good.
Chihiro makes a noise crossed between a soulful sigh and an adorable 'hmph', "I can't-"
"Why not?" You emphasize with a sigh. Your hand stops as you lean back on your heels, giving him enough space to leave if he wants to.
"..." Chihiro adjusts himself to lay further down on the couch, sprawling out with his hands pressing down on his lap to give himself some decency from your prying eyes. "I like it and I don't know how to take it."
"Oh." You exclaim dumbly. Your lips open and close as you wait for words to just spill out of your mouth to no avail. "I, uhm, I thought you- that maybe you didn't like me?"
Chihiro frowns lightly, "I don't have the time to waste.."
Ouch. That stung you. So maybe you were dumb for thinking that even when your conscious told you that wasn't the case..
"I feel warm with you-" That was his way of saying 'I like you', "Sometimes too hot that.. I can't keep myself relaxed."
You stare at him, dumbfounded.
"Oh." You exclaimed once more. He stares up at you with a slow rising smirk — it's tiny and practically nonexistent, but with his feelings hidden behind a stoic expression, it's easy to spot. "You- you're.."
He waits patiently.
"You're so-" You take a deep breath to think of a word to describe him. Why.. why is he just watching you fumble around? Does he like you like this?? "-rational?"
Chihiro tilts his head.
"You know how to control yourself very well, and you know what to say and do to make me nervous and sweaty and ticklish all over that I almost want to hate you," You groan out as you let yourself fall limp on top of him. Chihiro grunts quietly when the air is pushed out of his chest, but he welcomes your weight. "I wanted to make you feel the same that I bottled my feelings to keep you close but all this time.. you were doing the same."
He just hid it better...
His hands drift from covering his lap to slipping around your waist, his warm calloused hands tethering between the fabric of your shirt and your shivering skin.
This talk didn't simmer down your body's natural response to being on top of your cute boyfriend. And it betrays you by slowly rolling your hips down onto his, his body tensing again but this time, you know why.
Because he likes it.
His grip tightens on your waist as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, his forehead feeling overwhelmingly feverish when it meets your skin.
He pushes back to reciprocate the feeling, his cock jumping in the restraints of his dark trousers. He grinds experimentally upwards to meet the same friction you gave him with a small gasp of air, his ribs expanding as he sucks his breath in, his abdomen going taut.
"A-ah," Chihiro grunts softly, the sound is so soft and shocked. He got a taste of it before, but now.. now it felt stronger. He lifts his hips up again with knitted brows, confused in how he should feel.
When you thrust down again to meet him, a whine tumbles past his bitten lips. He licks at his lips to wet them, tongue coated with the taste of you.
You moan at the sound of his pleasure, ears tingling to hear more. He's whiny.. he's really whiny.
That answers the question in your dreams and your journal.
Without wasting much time, you shuffle around to push your sweatpants out of the way, just enough for your cock to pop out and slap against your stomach, your fingers fumbling around to purchase the button of his pant, pausing to ask him a silent question; do you want these off?
And Chihiro gives you a firm nod.
You get to work. His hips lifting up higher to help you pull his pants off, momentarily stilling when you reach his shoes.
... They're staying on.
You smile with giddiness at the thought of his shoe prints on the couch the following morning.
You shove his sweater off of him, his coat pooling beneath him as the rest of his clothes disappeared, excluding his socks and shoes. Chihiro flushes deeply, his eyes darting away to the side.
You take him in.
Chihiro; strong and sentimental, quiet and kind-hearted — his body is just as beautiful as his soul. Strong and sturdy, trembling with a hint of vulnerability, covered in scars from late night practices.
"You're a treasure, Chihiro," you whisper softly as your warm hands caress his sides, thumbs carelessly flicking over his nipples, watching in awe as he shudders.
Chihiro bites his tongue and stays as still as he can for you.
It felt incredibly intimate.
To be beneath you in the full nude...
His face tinted red, and his eyes shaky as he waited for you to make the next move. But you just kept looking at him as if he were something precious. Someone to adore and hold.
Chihiro never thought of himself that way.
If someone were to ask him, 'Who's the most important person to you?', he would give his father's name. 'Dad is.'
He wouldn't have considered himself.
But you always have.
You tell him and you show him and he's afraid of it but he wants it so bad. .
He feels a strange sting in the back of his eye, burning and messing with his emotions.
Like the burning sensation of tears he's suppressed when he thinks of good things, things that could be good, things that could have had a future.. and he believes you could have a future with him too..
It's intimate and strangely confusing how he finds this more emotional than anything..
Chihiro's eyes meet yours briefly, a complex mix of emotions swirling in those red irises of his—pain, pleasure, affection, reluctance, confusion...
Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he feels an inexplicable connection forming between you two in the mix of this opening and humiliating act.
"Can I turn around?" He asks politely. He wants to hide his face. He wants to hide his tears from you so that you won't worry.
You nod and lean back to give him space for him to reposition himself onto his stomach, his face pressing into the couches' pillow. The only thing on his face you could see is the edge of his ragged scar peaking near his hairline and the crinkles around the corners of his eyes as he shuts them tight.
Your hips lean down to press your cock in between his thighs.
His hands clench tightly into the cushions, knuckles white as he tries to maintain some semblance of control, "Ngh..."
"Wha-" you stop yourself with a swallow. What do you do now? In the videos you've seen, they just stick it in. Do you stick it in?
As you stare holes in Chihiro's back, your hands adjust his legs to give you enough space to loom over him, your cock poking against his backside.
"Um, I'm- I'm going in." You mutter, raising a brow at your own sentence before aligning the head of your cock blindly, not even bothering to spread his legs further apart to see what you're doing.
Chihiro gives a nod, face hidden in the sheets.
Your mouth falls open in an 'o' shape as you push in. He's tight. Chihiro immediately tenses, clenching down shut and stopping you from pushing any further. Not realizing it could be hurting him, you try to push past the rim again, only for his breath to hitch in the effort.
He reaches behind him to hold onto your wrist that settles on his waist, his nails digging into your pulse.
Chihiro flinches when you keep trying to push inside of him, barely even getting an inch in before a shaky cry leaves his throat. It's muffled by the pillow, but you still catch onto it.
You freeze, eyes wide, as you wait for his response or reaction.
"That... hurts." He finally grits out. He wants it. He does. But it hurts. Is it supposed to hurt? Is that right?
"Oh, I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to -" You rush to pull out, wincing when he whimpers at the dry extraction. "I don't know - I've never done this with a man - or.. anyone, give me another chance -"
Chihiro lets go of your wrist and spreads his legs wider, nearly pushing his leg off of the small couch, which makes you hold onto the front of his thigh to keep him steady. His shoe catches onto the fabric of the couch, holding his foot at an awkward angle.
A shaky laugh, that sounds more like a quiet pained sob, escapes him.
Your heart clenches at the sound.
It must've hurt badly. . .
"I'm sorry, Chihiro." You lean down to pepper soft kisses to his shoulder blade, squeezing his thigh gently to comfort him. "I wish I had the experience to make love to you properly, but I am learning, please, will you give me another shot?"
His upper body leans into your kisses, his chuckle dying out with each meaningful touch of your lips.
"Yes." He nods once, turning his head to the side to breathe properly. His cheek is pressed against the pillow as his eyes land on Enten by the coffee table.
"Thank you." You whisper in gratitude as you press a kiss against his nape. "I won't disappoint."
You never do — Chihiro wants to say, but his tongue doesn't want to work with him when your hand leaves the support on his thigh, making his leg shoot down to hold himself up. The sound of the bottom of his leather dress shoe tapping the floorboards ring in his ear as a reminder that he should keep quiet in Hinao's home.
You open his cheeks to use your thumb to gently soothe the irritated muscle, your heart clenching at his sigh, not quite desperate but needy enough to want more of your gentle touches, "I've heard that it could hurt, but only for women, but... I may have an idea? I know that... women do it to help make the process smoother."
"But I'm not a woman...?" Chihiro questions, tilting his head as he listens to you.
"I mean-" you shake your head, dumbly staring at his anus, the pink muscle is a tight ring that will probably be extremely uncomfortable for him if you push in your finger without warning, "I know that, just that.. I need to loosen you."
"Loosen?" Chihiro asks curiously, his face back in the pillow.
"They-" lubricate, obviously self, bodily fluids that come out when stimulated. See, you did pay attention in Sex Education in Middle School. Men don't produce that... "Play enough to make themselves wider and... more comfortable?"
You gulp as you explain.
"I've seen them in some magazines.." You try to explain yourself, not knowing how bad that sounds to Chihiro. Chihiro frowns and nods into the pillow, making a mental note to look even deeper in your room to find any magazine so that he can slice them up.
At his approval, you lean down and purse your lips over his hole, letting an accumulation of your drool and spit slide out of your lips. When the first drip of your warm saliva hits the rim and slides downwards, Chihiro shivers and pushes his face deeper into the pillow.
You prop his hips higher into the air, his knees scrambling to hold himself up. In the shift, his shoe scraps against your sweatpants, and he puffs out a sigh.
"I'm going to use my fingers, okay?" You warned him meekly, your voice cracking slightly as you realize that you're actually about to do this.
His ears burn red, "Go on."
Should I touch him some more beforehand? You second guess yourself. You glance down at your dominant hand. Which finger do I use? The middle finger is the longest.. will he like that?
You measure the size of your cock with your fingers and decided to go for the middle finger, just to be safe...
The tip of your finger catches onto his spit slicked hole, and his body automatically stiffens, his toes curling in his shoes, "Try to relax, hiro.. can you do that for me?"
He sucks in a sharp breath through his nostrils when your middle finger tentatively rubs at the rim.
"I'm trying...'' he whispers softly, tears appearing from the corners of his eyes and soaking the pillow.
He tries desperately to obey your words, forcing his rigid muscles to relax as you push your finger deeper inside him. He lets out a shuddering breath, his face flushing dark red with the humiliation of being fingered open using your spit.
Your finger breaches his entrance, the slickness of your spit making the slide smooth and humiliating. It's not as smooth as you would've thought, but it's what you had on hand at the moment.
"Very good, Chihiro." You encourage softly and lean your chest against his back, your hard cock pressing against the back of his thigh, breath hitching when his hips involuntarily buck backwards onto your finger at your praise. "You're taking it very well..."
His cock bobs pathetically between his legs, gravity pulling his testicles down and weighing them heavier than usual, the exposure to the cold air has his cock glistening and ultra-sensitive.
"Almost there, handsome.." Your mouth falls open as you watch with hawk eye vision. The tip of your finger disappears inside of him, his insides feel warm and fluttering, and you slowly sink the rest until your knuckle reaches the rim, the rest of your fingers wiggling almost like they know they're next. A soft moan leaves your lips at the feeling.
If it feels this good and interesting around your finger... you can't wait until you can stick yourself inside..
"Mnn-" Chihiro cuts himself off in the middle of an almost silent whine. His heart is beating too loudly in his ears that he could hardly hear the noise.
You reach in between his trembling thighs to wrap your fingers around his cock.
Chihiro's breath comes in ragged gasps against the pillow, muffling any noise he can't quite suppress. His hands claw weakly at the cushions, fingers twisting the fabric as your fingers grip him tightly.
"Ah—!" The sound escapes before he can stop it. He bites down on the pillow, muffled and desperate. His leg twitches, shoes catching on your sweatpants.
His body stiffens abruptly as you peel back the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock, revealing the sensitive, pink glans beneath. Every instinct screams at him to fight and to squirm away, but he tells himself to stay still and to just feel it as you wanted.
"My body is tingling -" you describe to him, "I want you so bad, Chihiro. Your cock feels so hot and hard to the touch and your insides, God, you keep clenching back. It almost feels like a heartbeat.."
His hole clenches desperately around your finger as you push your finger in deeper and then pull it out, his cock throbbing desperately in your other hand, raw and exposed with his foreskin pulled back, precum begins to leak down the cushions.
"Feels good?" You mused, cocky.
It shocks Chihiro that you could turn into such a person in bed. He would've never expected it. Never. But... he's not complaining. He quite likes you confident.
"Good..." He mouths, the word barely coherent behind the pillow.
Chihiro shuts his eyes tightly, his body clenching around your finger as you wiggle it inside him to gradually spread him open. His cock twitches weakly again, leaking a small amount of precum. His back back arches into the couch, and his hips lift higher into the air — onto your finger — as you simultaneously pump the tip of his cock, squeezing and pinching the foreskin together soothingly, and curl your finger downwards.
His left hand shoots down to grip at the hand around his cock.
His dominant hand claws desperately at your wrist, trying to pull your hand away, only to grip it tighter a moment later. His thighs fall open wider, and his spine arches into the couch as he pushes back against your fingers in tiny, jerking motions.
You chuckle, grinning wickedly at the sight. The sound vibrates through the quiet living room. It makes him whimper pathetically, his skin overheated by the compromising position.
He can feel your finger curling inside of him, as if you were inspecting the inside of him home.
His thighs shake, unable to hold his own body weight. Why? He's fought for hours on end, starved himself, broke bones in his body, and pushed himself for much longer than this and his body seems to be responding to you shamelessly.
His hand goes limp, and with him no longer holding your wrist, you were able to stroke him in the same way you'd do to yourself when you thought of him; the constant wet noises coming from his cock made him want to hide away with shame but he still bucked helplessly into your hand.
You decide it to be time for the second finger.
His body tenses, the stretch sharper now. The pillow muffles his choked-off gasp as you work a second finger alongside the first, scissoring slowly, patiently. His thighs tremble around your wrist. "S-slow—"
His hole is spreading open around your fingers like he's trying to swallow it whole. And then, your finger curls just right, and his entire body seizes up. "Ah!"
"Ah.." Your grin deepens, "Found the spot?"
Judging by his trembling thighs and the little bundle of nerves pulsating underneath the pad of your finger, you were certain of it.
His hips shift slightly, pushing up against your fingers, seeking more friction.
"More," he whimpers into the pillow, voice muffled and broken.
"More?" You ask with a teasing lilt in your tone. "Do you want more fingers? Or something else? Something bigger? Hotter?"
His breath hitches at the whispered tease, instinctively pushing back against your cock resting on the back of his thigh.
Do you think he's ready?
"It won't hurt, correct?" Innocently asked Chihiro, not understanding why your cock twitches by his leg, "You've spread me well enough?"
You wiggled your fingers inside, scissoring them open for you to watch his cute hole flutter and suck them back in. "I think so."
He trusts you immediately, "Okay.."
You tug his shoulder back lightly like a baby asking for more milk, your fingers popping out of him and letting go of his cock, "I wanna see your face.."
Never one to deny you (and maybe a little tired of carrying his weight), Chihiro immediately shifts onto his back, the position making him feel safer and less afraid of slipping off.
When your [color] eyes catch his, his body calapses into the couch with a confusingly relieved expression. His muscles melt and force his body to go limp at your mercy, his knees spreading wider for more of your ministrations.
His hole flutters shut to soothe the slight sting of not having anything inside. You're really doing this with him. . .
"Please be gentle.." He requests. His voice is strained, that rough edge of his usual calm disappearing into something breathless.
You nod frantically, "Always."
He nods back. A signal to insert yourself.
His arms wrap around your neck to bring you flush to him.
"Thanks for understanding," He utters, his fingers brush against your lips, gentle and caring.
He's grateful for you.
He's gateful that you understood him even when he failed to notify you of these habits of his. He's over the moon that you like him, that you love him, and it was him that got to be loved by you.
Your hand gently cradles his head, lovingly, in a way that makes Chihiro make a noise of appreciation, as you lined your sticky, hard cock up to his puckering hole. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, giving him such gentle kisses to prepare your cute boyfriend for what's to come, now lined up to his rear.
Your eyes were dark and surprisingly intense, your usual gentle and awkward nature shifting into an effortlessly endearing cocky charm.
You pushed forward slowly, the thick head pressing against his hole.
His rim spasms around the intrusion, his body trembling violently from the intense breach.
Chihiro's body trembles at the sudden stretching, his fingers clawing into your shirt as he burries an embarrassed cry against the fabric.
"Breathe in," you tell him quietly. When you feel him sucking in air, his spongy walls squeezing around you with the expansion of his lungs was the biggest telltale sign for you, your hips push deeper inside, "breath out.." Chihiro exhales sharply as you bottom out, the stretch burning but feeling strangely full in a way that makes his cock twitch strongly. His hips begin to wither forward, his sensitivity reaching its peak when you rub circles into his hip with your thumb.
His face was buried in your neck, his breathing ragged as he waited for the rest of the impact.
It's not as tight as last time. . .
Feels.. much better, more spongy...
You buried your face into the crook of his neck, one hand still cradling his head tenderly while the other gripped his hip tightly, "Okay?"
He hissed in satisfaction as you throbbed inside of him, rocking deeper with a slow, steady thrust.
"H-hot.." He pants out, word muffled into your shoulder.
Hot?
"What is?" You asked breathlessly. A feeling of worry crawls into your heart and yanks at your soul. Is it supposed to be a good hot or a bad hot?
Chihiro opens his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lip, unintentionally lapping at your neck with the motion. "My body.. is hot as is your.. your p-penis."
You bite your lip to hold back a laugh at the shy way he uttered 'penis'.
"Yeah..." You agree, nodding and cradling his head further into your neck, "just means I really needed you..."
"Ah..." Chihiro voices. His legs shake with pleasure in ways that fear could never possess. He feels himself relaxed around you as he lets out an exhale, his eyes fluttering open as he stares at the ceiling. "I'm ready. I'm sure of it."
His hips stutter insistently, back arching into you for more warmth, more weight — more of you.
I'm not — you argue mentally, taking a deep breath before hissing in satisfaction at the way he tightens up.
You pant, ragged and done for. You know you're not going to last, oh god.
"Argh.." You try to voice out as you gave a jerky thrust. Your body jolts, and your thigh muscles stiffen. "You're so hah warm."
Chihiro makes a 'mmn' noise, something between a hum of acknowledgment and a sound of embarrassment. He pushes his face further into your neck and his hands tug at your shirt to make you move.
You take the hint once he tugs, and you hear the stitches of your shirt tearing in the silent living room. With a shaky breath, you pick up your trembling hips to grind inside of him, groaning loudly when he instinctively clenches down on you, his hold on your shirt tightening.
His hips twitched helplessly beneath you, trying to buck up away from the sudden fullness but held back by the weight of your body. He holds his breath as he feels your heated, pulsing cock stretch him open completely.
You grunt when he holds his breath, feeling his insides cling onto you with the motion.
But you persist, suddenly thrusting again.
"Ah!" He cried out against your shoulders, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his entire body. Oh. It felt good to let his voice out...
The sudden, brutal sensation made his entire body lock up, muscles straining as he struggled to stay silent in Hinao's home.
You grinned mischievously, squeezing your eyes shut as you rolled deeper. One, two, three times — eliciting three choked whimpers against your shoulder for each thrust.
"Yeah? I'm making you open up pretty wide for me, huh?" Your voice dropped low. Chihiro was losing his mind beneath you, your words making him grind down onto your cock, finally able to form a thought. Your thick head poked and prods his walls. It feels like a constant pull that yanks at his stomach, tugging it lower and lower.
He bit your shoulder so hard it hurt, his hips bucking wildly now, chasing that brutal pleasure as you ground deeper inside. He was mindless. Lost. Swimming in the sensation. "Yeah..."
His hips jerk downwards, burying your cock even deeper inside of him.
The sharp poke against his lower belly made his breath hitch. That was... that was hitting something deep, something that you hit when you used your fingers on him earlier. His walls clenched involuntarily as his back arched slightly.
Chihiro's expression is a perfect picture of pure, agony, and desperate need. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking out the corners as he bites down on his tongue to keep from whining out loud. His thighs are trembling above your thighs, his hole gaping around your throbbing cock.
The sight of the usually stoic and tense man, now vulnerable and weakened, has taken your breath away.
"That's it, Chihiro. Enjoy my cock.." You say with a groan as you watch his body jolt and bounce with each jerky and inexperienced thrust of your hips, "Take it all, it's all yours. Just for you..."
The praise makes him shiver, his body arching up into yours, arms holding your tighter against him. His eyes flutter open. They're half lidded, pupil blown wide with desire, and he's trying so hard to be quiet, but every movement you make pulls tiny gasps and whimpers from his throat. "Please," he breathes out, barely more than a sigh. "Please..."
"What is it?" You rasped out.
For a moment there, he was paralyzed with the feeling of you inside with no barriers. It made his cock twitch pathetically.
"Ahh- ngh!" His words died in his throat as your hand wrapped around his twitching cock, stroking him with trembling fingers.
His hands flew to your wrists, gripping desperately as he felt your cock stretching him open — is it- did you just get bigger inside of him?? But then your finger pinches his sensitive foreskin together and he let out a broken whine, forgetting about the stretch.
You pull back to look him in the eye, smiling when he peers up at you with glassy red eyes.
Your cradling hand ruffles the back of his hair, and you tug very lightly with each thrust.
The smile you gave made his heart flutter, his cheeks heating up even more. Somehow, it felt so right in this moment - like it was all that he needed for him to finally feel his balls draw up tightly.
You moan out as you feel him squeeze you tighter, your own orgasm approaching rapidly, "You gonna cum for me?"
He presses his forehead to yours, dark lashes fluttering shut. "Mmph... mmmmm...!" He whined and nodded against your forehead, his face contorting with pure pleasure as he felt his orgasm creeping up.
His hips snapped up into your hand desperately, his cock throbbing wildly as he chased after your warm grip.
His cock, already so sensitive from being focused on the glans and foreskin, erupted messily against your stomach and hand. His face scrunches up, lips parting as he forgets how to make noise — he holds his breath.
Your hips bucked up helplessly, your cock throbbing inside you, leaking precum down the shaft. You were so close already, your thighs trembling violently under his.
You frantically pulled out your cock, his hole staying slack and gaping for a moment before slowly clenching around air when your hand left his cock to jerk off above him using his cum on yourself.
Embarrassed, he brings you closer to bury his face into your shirt.
He let out a deep, muffled exhake against your shoulder, his nose pressing deep into your sweaty skin. The sight went straight to his softening cock, making him twitch violently against nothing but the space between your bodies.
"Hah- hahhh-" Your breath is ragged as you try to speak, lost in the pleasure. "So whiny.. you're so whiny- gonna cum—"
Your entire body locked up, eyes squeezing shut as you feel an overload of electricity shocking your body and spraying all over chihiro's body. "Arghh.."
Your cock was still buried in your grasp, twitching weakly as you rode through your orgasm. You cradle his head again and whispered into his ear, your voice guttural;
"Don't hide now. Not from me," you whispered against his ear, your hand drawing out every last spasm of pleasure. "Every thought, every action, every word... they all belong to me."
Don't deny what you are and how you feel when I've accepted them, Chihiro. Don't fight it. Accept yourself.
He nods obediently, his own throat sore as he finally shakes his shoe out of the leg of your sweatpants. "I won't hide from you."
Your eyes glint with relief. Yes. Yes, you're so happy to hear that.
Your body went completely limp above him, eyes rolling back before closing. The orgasm had been too intense, too overwhelming. It was combined with the earlier orgasm, the pleasure, and the emotional turmoil. You'd finally reached your limit.
Chihiro's breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly as your heavy body melted onto his, his legs shaky as he held you tight.
. . .
The following morning, you woke up alone, but the scent of Chihiro lingers, so you don't mind. In fact, you're more than happy to cuddle into his side of the bed and stuff your flushed face into his pillow.
Then.. you freeze.
You're on a bed?
You sit upright, heart dropping to your feet.
Whose bed is this??
"[Name]." A voice calls from the corner of the room. Your eyes immediately flicker over to the voice, and a sigh of relief deflated your body.
Chihiro.
His eyes softened considerably now.
His face is also lightly flushed from memories of last night and.. he seems to be scribbling something down inside your journal, and he lays it bare of the desk.
But most importantly, his shoulders are relaxed. His posture screams open and vulnerable as he doesn't even bother to put on his shirt — the one you removed off his body last night.
"Shiba found us." He blurts out casually. He walks around the room as his scarred body twitches with aftershocks. Your eyes open wide with shock. "He scolded me about doing.. doing that on the couch, and he wants you to replace the couch."
If Chihiro was being honest, he would've mentioned how Shiba pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought of a way to teleport your body to your room without having you vomiting in your sleep because Chihiro's body was too weak and shaky to carry you himself.
You gulp, "I'll.. think about it."
Couches are expensive.
Chihiro sends you a ghost of a smile, his ears burning red as you stand up, the covers falling from your hips as you stretched.
You round the edge of the bed to meet him at the desk.
This felt strangely domestic to Chihiro. Watching as your nude body worked into a relieving stretch like you have all the time in the world, his own body shirtless and on display in his own comfort...
"Are you hungry?" He asks gently, his fingers fiddling with his belt as he fastens it. "Let me make you breakfast.."
You glance down at the desk, your journal with the initials C.R. faced up — "Okay.. don't let Char help you. She left an egg shell in my omelet yesterday."
Chihiro flexes his shoulders as he finally reaches for his sweater. "She will learn.."
When you catch a glimpse of what he wrote in your journal, your body warms up.
I think I love you too. I am struggling to truly accept it however, don't doubt that I don't want it because I truly do want to open my heart with you. I'm sorry for asking you to be patient than you have already been. I am trying.
uruha almost feels silly from all his constant squirming, he feels silly for trying to get out of your tight grasp. but he pushes it down. because he understands this is his punishment.
it had been him who bought up the idea. it was always him to try something new so, he can't back out now.
so the swordsman is allowing it. he's leaving himself vulnerable to deception. he's leaving himself open and under your scrutinizing gaze because he wants to. he trusts you that much.
he can easily overpower you. uruha is strong. he's powerful. but he's also so whipped for you, there's no way he'll deny your needs.
even when his thighs squeeze together and when your lap starts to feel uncomfortable, he tries to lie still.
you nearly want to suffocate him in kisses and tight hugs for being such a good boy, just as he wanted, but your mind flashes back sternly.
he wants to be taught some discipline.
"[n, name].." he whispers meekly, almost innocently too. he sounds like an angel, looks like one too with the way his dark hair sprawls beneath his head and how those eyes of his soften dangerously as they meet your gaze, "talk to me."
your hand slips from petting his hair to encapsulate the back of his neck and your thumb slides down to his pulse point to feel how his heart hammers through his veins.
he stifles a moan, "please...?"
you sigh. an exhale that sounds just as dreamy as the sight of the white pearls that roll out of his irritated tip, the harsh red burns down his cock with the intensity of the sound of your voice.
your thumb sinks deeper into his pulse. a warning sign to let him know he has to keep quiet. he shuts his lips tightly but his eyes never once stray from your expression.
it almost feels like he's admiring you- or, in a sense, trying to read you and your next move.
your other hand lifts off his inner thigh and he's already missing the warmth you provided. your index finger taps at the handle of the rod ever so slightly, a touch so gentle, a feather wouldn't compare.
regardless, a shot of electricity shoots! up uruha's entire spine, from his curling toes all the way up to his spinning head.
a shaky cry nearly escapes him but he feels his throat close in on him when the hand around his nape squeezes. he swallows his noises down like you wanted.
you hum in consideration, "it's stretched your urethra far enough. should we go a size up?"
uruha's eyes widen by a fraction. they're filled to the brim with tears and in the hazy blur, he's still searching for your next move, "yea-yeah. hah hahhh!! my brain feels like mush. I-I arghh can't think anymore-"
"i don't recall asking you, my love." uruha pouts sadly. you feel as if he'll get up to write you a card and make you a bouquet of flowers to receive your kindness again. "you don't exactly make good decisions - but that's why we're here, isn't it? so that you don't have to think. you can just be that dumb, little boy you know you are."
"uh-huh," he shakes his head to rid himself of any lingering thoughts. he's in your hands. he'll be perfectly fine.
his sentiment doesn't change when you loop your finger around the ring of the rod, he almost doesn't feel it, cock too numb to think about pleasure and pain.
"breathe, yoji." you remind him. his lips quiver to come up with a retort but he can't think of one so he inhales deeply through his nostrils, well, he tries to. he ends up sniffling through his running snot, his red nose irritated from all the constant scrunching.
then, without an ounce of hesitation, you pull the sounding rod out of his urethra ever so gently as not to cause much pain.
his hips arch off your lap to follow after the rod as you remove it. he follows after it like it's the only thing that can help him. his cock felt so needy, he couldn't help the physical reaction for more.
"w-wai- wahh!!" his mouth falls open with a cry.
he doesn't give you enough time to react as a stream of clear liquid spurts out of him, his entire body racks up with a shudder as his hand shoots out to grip onto you.
it flows straight out of him. urine? you scoffed in amazement, he just squirted.
his head falls limp onto the cushions with a loud gasp, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
his muscles contract under the pressure as his chest heaves deeply.
it feels empty now.
and he's finally realized what he's down.
the tears flow out in an instant, not even uruha felt it build up, it wasn't satisfactory enough. he quickly bites down on his shaky bottom lip, "ah.. sorry, m-m'so swowwy you hafta see me like thiss," his babble starts to mix, you could hardly understand him through his sobs.
it's like his lisp gets worse when he feels guilty.
"cute." you smile lovingly at him to show your adoration. removing your hand from his nape, you make use of it to cup his face before you bop the tip of his nose. uruha preens under your praise, his face nearly exploding into the same tone as the red of his makeup, "i'm not angry, yoji. that felt good, didn't it?"
he whimpers quietly and nods rapidly. yesyesyesyes.
"you couldn't help it." you coo down at him and yoji swallows thickly. he nods again, wet eyes staring up at you curiously.
you watch as contemplation dances in his gaze. you know that look. he didn't need to use his words for you to understand him. he's come to a sobering realization that you've truly come to read him simply by the way his eyes flickered.
"do you still want more?"
"mhm," his lips twitch downwards into a frown. he wants more, still. he isn't greedy. he's not a greedy person, he only wants a bit more...
he wants a bigger dilation. the thin rod isn't going to cut it anymore.
he watches you pull out the next one. it's too small...
"can.." uruha's voice is hoarse, "can you use the biggest one?"
"i haven't sterilized it." you speak softly to him, "i didn't think you'd be able to handle it."
"...uhnngg," he squirms softly. he doesn't want that one. he wants something bigger. but you're already adding lube to the metal and it'd be such a waste.
you take the excess lube coating your palm and make use of it by wrapping your hand around his twitching shaft, uruha chokes on his spit. he breathes harshly in and out, in and out. he has to remind himself to breathe.
you're tugging lazily, like the fact that he's getting hard again was no big deal. it is, by the way!! why aren't you reacting?!!
"[name].."
"quit whining, angel. this will suffice for now." your grip tightens ever so slightly. uruha moans deeply.
this rod is a little different. it increases by diameter. it's like a plug!
once everything seemed alright to you, uruha watches as you align his cock to the tip of the rod. he holds his breath in as the room stills. his focus sticks to his throbbing erection.
you slip it in just at the first dilation. he gasps quietly, but it doesn't seem to push him over the edge just yet.
then, you push it in past the third ball and his hips jerk forward almost as if he was getting impatient— "arghh.."
"yoji..." you moan lightly at his clear desperation. his eyebrow knitted together with need, and his eyes shook to find a way to convince you to just. stick. it. in.
"haaahh.. please hurry!" his jaw ticks and his nose scrunches up to take it all.
you swallow thickly.
"..just a little deeper, angel..." you urge. uruha nods with a huff as he lies perfectly still.
the bumpy edges push against the walls of his trembling erection. he tries to relax so that the slight pain will fade away.
the rigidness of the metal forced his cock to stand straight at attention.
a plop resonates in your ears as you finally push it past the last barrier.
"there we go, sweetie."
he sucks in air between his teeth and winces as you lift it back up ever so lightly and push it back in just as slowly.
thousands of nerves push over, he nearly sobs from the heat of it all.
it's delicate. so, so, so sensitive. you're so gentle with him, he feels that he'll burst into tears.
"you're so wet... even with something so cruel inside of you. can't you feel the pain? or do you happen to like it, uruha??"
your hand pumps around his wet cock for extra stimulation. up and down, up! and down. each motion ends with a constant whimper of 'uhn, uhn's from him. uruha cries out loud, "ah! wait d-don'. pleash shtop'-"
he grasps at the cushions to hold himself back from stopping you.
"surely, you don't want me to stop, do you??" uruha shakes his head frantically, his chest heaving with the need to breathe.
he gasps for air, "a- mmnn!! i ca ... can't- please, please, ahnnn!! [name]!!"
uruha arches into your hand and your grip tightens as you watch the rod start to slip out from his cock, he squirms softly in his place.
he nearly slips from your lap if you hadn't paused for a split second. then that second turns into twenty, then thirty and he's gulping down his drool in order to speak properly.
"w-.." uruha swallows thickly, "why did you stop..?"
"you can't handle it." it's clear as day. he'd hurt himself if you even thought of pushing further down to his prostate. "you said you can't."
sojo im gonna suffocate him between my thighs he doesn’t even deserve a taste bc he’s such a fucking loser ahhhhhhhh i love him
"What a sweet little face." You watched him with half lidded eyes, biting your lip when his black hair falls in front of his face as he looks up at you, his cheeks squished between your thighs.
"Mff-" Sojo squirms. He shuts his tired eyes tightly before opening them wide to look up at you. Women love when a man makes eye contact — he read it in his books.
They also love praise. You love it a lot. Sojo swallows thickly, the bump of his adam's apple pressing against your thigh.
"B-beautiful," he rasps as his tongue flanttens against your inner thighs, his heated breath causing goosebumps to raise on your body, "Please, please hahh hhhh, you smell like strawberries nhh.."
You clench his head harder, your thighs muffling his ears and trapping noise away.
He pushes against your thighs but grips onto them even tighter when you loosen your hold around his head.
You giggle at him, "You don't even know what you want?"
Sojo groans as your laugh echoes in his head. You're laughing at him. And it's turning him on. "Yes - yes, I do!"
"Hm. Stick out your tongue, boy." His eyes snap up to look at you, his tongue immediately sticking out obediently at your command. He was so eager to please, so desperate for you. His pink tongue quivers slightly as he waited for your instructions, his face still buried between your thighs, just an inch away from your crotch.
You grinned wickedly as you lift your hips off the futon to grind onto his tongue, eyes locked onto his.
His black inked hands gripped your thighs instinctively as you rolled yourself down against his tongue, making him taste fabric rather than actual bare skin.
"Mn- yesh!" He let out a muffled, breathless whimper, his eyelids fluttering shut as the muscle of his tongue flattened perfectly against you, eager to feel you.
"Haha.. if you keep being a good boy like this.. I may let you have a taste every day." Sojo stills at the thought. His mouth immediately latches onto what he believes could be your clit through the fabric, wetting the cotton tremendously with his drool.
His cheeks flushed pink when you pushed his head deeper between your thighs, his nose nuzzled into your thighs, and he inhaled deeply. Your scent fills his head, and he can't help the involuntary jerk his hips give against the futon.
"Oh, you would like to be a toy? Can you - ahh, imagine that? The great Sojo Genichi.. a sex toy for his woman." You tease lightly, throwing your head back as your underwear clings to your pussy from his wet mouth, giving him a clear feel of your lips.
His tongue swirled against your clit, cheeks soaking wet from his own drool and spit.
He moaned softly into you, the vibrations only applying to your pleasure even through the cloth of your underwear. A shiver runs down your spine, "Mmmph..."
When his teeth accidentally grazed your sensitive clit, you let out a sharp gasp that turned into a moaning "Ahh..." Your hips bucked involuntarily against his face. Feeling those sharp canine teeth again made something inside of you click..
"Yeah.." You moaned lightly. You can feel his jaw trembling, afraid that he did something wrong. "I can totally see it. What a loser..."
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⤿ pairings. yura + gn reader
⤿ contents. sub character, pwp, hishaku reader, subordinate/superior, corruption kink, manipulation, impact play, some nsfw hcs, squirting, his oversized musty dusty suit that he rarely washes. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. k-k-kay. only for you 🥺 i'm not sure if you wanted fluffy hcs but uhhh yeah
I can see a relationship with yura going two ways; a sweet lovers tale or a push and tug of war. The former is exactly what it is, a tale.
He tortures you so sweetly. Like strumming your feelings in between the melody of your favorite song, holding the note at its peak, and never letting it drop.
He tangles you in an endless labyrinth of sweet words he'd never utter to anyone else, cradles your face, and runs his thumb under your eye to collect any leaking tears of frustration.
He's infuriating.
He's conditioned you to like him. Every move he makes is strategic, thought out, training you properly so he can invite you on walks, egg you on playfully, and watch joyously as rage fills your body.
He wishes you'd use him already. Relieve yourself until he passes out, which is highly unlikely. But the time will come.
"You want me?" He loves a good chase. "I'll be waiting for you, [name]."
He'll prod and, with a sly smirk, bring you to sweet temptation. Until your eyes search every inch of his face. From the dots under his right eye, then to his left. The small hoops on his brows — the rings in his mysterious eyes.
To the untrained eye, it may look like he's the one in control even when he's got you over his lap, teaching you how to trail your hands over his body.
"It feels nice here," he sighs, shifting his hips. His thumb presses down on your throat, cutting your air supply for a small second. His eyes glaze over with need as he imagines it. "Give it a go.."
I like to think he's very sensitive, actually. A gasp from you, and you'll receive a whimper, pelvis grinding against yours.
So when you copy him, use both hands instead as your fingers grip at his throat — something inside you will snap.
Maybe it was all the moments added up; the constant teasing, the edging, the bossing around.
'You're certainly worthy of me.' You recall the first time it all started. Your little crush. You thought he was nice to you, and yeah, he was. He paid enough attention, mentored you when needed, and looked out for you. After all, as the leader, he must constantly see improvement within everyone.
And he must've seen you as the weakest, right? That's why he targeted you? You only stick with him because there isn't anyone else. Most members are the same. However, he saw something special in you.
Something special enough to keep you close and to fret and to care for.
All those times, your innocent eyes would peer into his as you take in his every feature. All those times, your innocent fingers would brush against his hand as he stood beside you. All those times, he would give you a lingering glance and wrap his pinkie around yours discreetly...
It was a moment shared between you and him.
It's nice to be praised and rewarded, but when he pretends to be in charge — breathing slow and controlled as if this didn't affect him too. As if this isn't where he wants you to be... At his mercy.
It pissed you off.
Your grip tightens.
His eyes widen a split fraction.
It doesn't matter anymore if this is what he wants. To make you snap — he'll be the one breaking.
Instead of giving you the reaction you hoped for, yura smiles. His teeth glinting and the corner of his eyes wrinkled.
He stares at your glistening lips, trying not to give in.
"Yura..." he thinks you removed one hand to caress his face, to bring him the comfort you think he needs.
Smack!
A quick, forceful strike hits him instead. His face whipped to the side, lips parting in shock — all he can feel is the sudden stinging sensation across his face.
There's a sharp intake of breath. It might be him. It might be you. His head feels foggy.
You don't give him enough time to recover, fingers around his throat finding his jaw and pushing his head upright again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
By the time you're back to your senses, your heart drops. That rock in your esophagus jumping up. Guilt fills your expression, eyebrows furrowing as you spot the harsh red hand print on the side of his handsome face and the bruising of your fingers gripping his throat harshly.
Yura, on the other hand, willingly meets your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and you can no longer see the rims of color.
"Fed up, hah?" He rasps out, his tongue brushing over his bottom lip as he collects the bitter taste of his blood.
He squirms slightly. You can feel him brush against you.
It's hard.
He's purposefully letting you know how he feels. To get you out of your mind. You've been given the green light to go all out.
His breathing — it's winded and lost.
"I knew it'd come so-someday.."
You grit your teeth.
You have been defeated by him.
"How is it? How does it feel to hit your superior? Over and over again." His swollen cheek obscures his breathy words. "You made me bleed, haha.."
"...Isn't that what you wanted?" You murmur softly, finally releasing your hold on him, flinching softly as he gasps for air. "You like this? Do you understand how messed up it is? It's supposed to hurt. And you find this pleasing?"
"..And you, dear [name]?" He's got you there.
Checkmate.
Every 'innocent' touch he permitted only made you more obsessed and addicted to him.
Yura can play the obedient card very well. He'll have you fooled. It's stupid.
You want his genuine submission.
To have him bowing down to you, willingly bruising his knees to please you. To have him at your control, to grip at him and know that he will obey.
"I'll praise you if you can make me feel something." In other words — you'll have to make him cry (it's not the hardest task when he's clearly been deprived of that desire).
'Urgg.. h-hang on..' he stumbles out, gripping onto you with shaky hands, but you persist. His suit wrinkles as he curls into himself and away from your body, legs kicking out.
'You..' He gasps. It's a wanton noise. Whiny. Rare. You hold him tighter. Your hand slid down his shaft and roughly met the base, his hairs standing on end. 'I have to p- urk!'
Your free hand leaves his hair to push down on his bladder, he meets your thrusts in an act of utter surprisement.
The musky smell of his sweat fills your senses. He's coated with a thin sheen of it.
With a flick of your wrist, yura's moans fall short, catching in his throat with a shaky yelp. Clear liquid shoots out
The constant squelching sound rings in his head, 'schlik schlik'.
His face burns as he finally catches his breath. "Ah, ahnnn.."
He wet himself? His suit is drenched, fluids pooling in his lap. The warmth slowly melts into something cold.
The humiliation sinks in.
"Just like a girl." You kiss underneath his ear, ignoring the salty taste of him. "...Was that your first time?"
Maybe let him suffer a bit longer in silence as you laugh at him. There's no way. There is absolutely no way you made him do that.
Better yet, make him stare you dead in the eye while you tease him.
Watch his thighs quiver and his hips messily buck into your hand. All those heavenly grunts turn into whimpers.
He actually loves it so much. Starts drinking tons and tons of water to keep it up. Has you train him until he passes out.
You best bet he'll send you photos and videos of himself when you're out on a mission. The first ones always being a bit more innocent — a capture of just his abdomen. His white button-up shirt caught between his teeth, tattooed hand running down his tense abs.
The second video is him teasing himself. His fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, a tent in his slacks, if he sets his phone down, you'd be able to spot how he slowly rocks his hips against your pillow.
You've collected a whole album dedicated to him.
Unfortunately, he'd prefer to keep filming out of his confidence because the last time he caught you listening to them like it was your daily newspaper.
He fears you're too addicted to him (he can be a very bad liar too, and he totally feels the same way).
Despite all of this, I think sex is very rare between yura and you. Maybe that's why it just seems so compelling; who would've thought the powerful leader of the hishaku would actually eat you up in the middle of the forest? Where anyone could see him?
Who would've thought that he could cum like a girl and hump away at your clothes as you practice new spells.
Or how he likes it when you bite and make him bleed.
yoooo what about them in bed?? 💋😝😝😝 the best kagurabachi men. i think azami is def up there but seichii is downnnn (it's the suicidal old man djck helppp) just bc he's got a child don't mean he's good lmaooo 🗣🗣
❛ #SHAKYLEGS! KAGURABACHI
────────── the best (and worst) men in bed .ᐟ.ᐟ
⤿ pairings. shiba togo, azami soshiro, kuguri, natsuki misaka, soya sazanami, hokuto, samura seiichi, x gn reader
⤿ contents. service top, switch & sub characters, no exact dom/sub roles in some (perceive them however you like unless specifically stated), headcanons, slight toxic behavior, breeding kink, hair pulling, somnophilia, audio link, choking, brief parts for the bonus characters, piss kink i'm sorry i feel it fits soya so well, angst on hokuto and natsuki, small scenario of ftm!natsuki, also rushed. this contains mature content, read at your discretion.
⤿ thoughts. yoooo, heyyyy hahaha
They're like Goldilock and the three bears. Shiba is too soft, Azami is too hard and Kuguri is just right. But you know, to each their own.
─────── SHIBA TOGO.
He's a softie. Yes, he does one-night stands when he's free, disappears in the middle of the night, and never forgets anything. It's almost like he regrets it, yes, he does.
He'll spend the rest of the day feeling bad about it and swear to never let it happen again. It works for maybe five months or so when he gets drunk and lucky (he has bad luck with anyone he's interested in).
But if he's in a committed relationship (which is a big achievement with him. He isn't keen on keeping someone when he can't even prevent his best friend's son from tormenting), he's the most loyal man anyone can ask for.
Willing to crawl his way out of hell for you.
So it's no surprise that he's a big romantic. I can't see him being too rough, not liking anything hard-core. He only wants to please you.
Anything you say, goes.
I think what puts him in the top spot is his stamina.
He goes on for hours and hours before finally getting down to business.
Gets a tad bit embarrassed when it's his turn for oral. His cheeks were dusted with pink and a hand covered his mouth. Your head bopping with such skill, he's gotta take a break.
Service top.
He's an unintentional tease who plays it off like it's on purpose. Rubbing the head of his cock in between your thighs as 'foreplay' (he's trying his best not to cum so quickly).
Eye contact.
That's it. You bet he's pulling away to glimpse into your eyes and watch your face scrunch up with pleasure.
His biggest weakness are your eyes.
Send him a sultry look over your shoulder, he's teleporting you both to the nearest love hotel available.
Get on your knees and rest your head on his knee before looking him in the eyes, that man will give you anything you ask for.
"No condom, togo." Let's slow down now. He's very cautious in that area. Lots of things could happen.
Std's — becoming too obsessed — he's never done it before — it's a closeness like no other.
He's thinking over the consequences.
But, I do think it'll take him months into the relationship for him to cave in enough to crumble to his knees, desperately mouthing at your legs —
"Still want it, baby?"
He'll speak between kisses, using his palms to raise your legs over his shoulders.
One thing about him is that he can get lost in the moment. The second he sinks in raw.. lord.
Shiba has always been a loud man. But God, is he loud.
Someone so gentle like him starts to lose himself in the feeling, clawing the sheets, your back, anything to ground himself. Constantly panting. He almost sounds like a dog. His hips rut desperately, they're slamming, melting into you and he can't find his senses to lift himself off.
He's an animal.
He's convinced he can see the outline of himself rubbing inside of you. The sight has him dizzy.
"[Name]! I'm- mfff " he cuts himself off with a loud groan, hips losing their rhythm.
"Yeah? Cum f'me, inside - hahh, inside, togo! Please!" He can't deny you, especially since you lock your legs around his hips and ground your heel into his back, "I want all of you."
Oh, he's so happy you're with him.
You're so sweet to him. He's so overjoyed that he can see this side of you.
He'll never not get emotional when he's inside you.
Prepare for a clingy shiba the next day. He'll press his chest to your back and rub at your hips. Rests his chin on your shoulder, sleepy eyes and spent body clinging to you.
He can go for hours, though for a limited period. Needs his breaks throughout the month. Doesn't have the strongest libido but anything you do can drive him crazy.
Making a grocery list? You're so good at organizing and planning out things.
Smudged some paint on yourself after painting? You look so cute. He hopes you don't mind if he wastes some by teasing your nude body with a paintbrush, drawing a red heart over your nipples.
Type of man you'll catch masturbating and will turn sooo red and he'll start sweating buckets but he'll give in quickly when you coax him to relax back and give you a show.
⭑ Size: 6.2 inches. Nothing too thin either, fat and it curves just perfectly to the left. His veins pump and throb when he's deep inside. Has the most sensitive head, when he feels your tongue slurp up the beads of cums that run out of his slit, his eyes roll into the back of his skull and he can't help the violent cry that rumbles in his chest.
─────── SOSHIRO AZAMI.
Hard-core (wouldn't say as much as Soya since he still loves the moments of softness but he's a maniac).
I like his pretty boy self. Soft and gentle voice. Someone so in control of his feelings desperately clawing onto the thought of your spit running down his face.
A contrast to Shiba who just seems like someone rougher, on the edge.
Switch leaning sub.
When he subs; the man is a tease. Not for the weak, he doesn't want to be. He wants someone who can put him in his place.
Hair pulling ughhh, revealing his full features as his eyes gloss over while he stares up at you, face colored pink.
"What's my name, Soshiro?" He leans into your touch with a sharp inhale of breath. When he doesn't respond right away, you yank at his hair again, ignoring his weak cry, "I won't repeat myself. What is my name?"
He lets out giggles because he's way too happy to contain them.
"M-master," he gulps. Yes. I see him with a master kink. Pet play is big with him — buy him a kitty set and he's over the moon (he'll complain and say the ears are too fluffy.
HE WANTS TO PASS OUT.
What a crazy man.
He always sleeps better after anyways, it's helpful.
'Keep going after I pass out.' He said afterwards you wanted to end the session knowing how hot and bothered he gets.
Edge him, edge him, edge him — Azami will never fall asleep quicker than that. And hold him to your chest to keep him from curling into himself.
If he doesn't wake up, drowsy and confused, without white coating his stomach he'll be so disappointed.
He gives the cutest smile when he wakes up before his mouth gapes open and he gasps loudly. You're still going and his cock feels raw, it's softening but he wants you to keep going.
This is him.
When it gets to be too much for him, azami rolls on top of you to take your place, puffing up and about about how you 'pushed him over the edge for far too long'.
He won't do anything about it but fall asleep on your chest.
When he doms; the man is also a tease but at least he's gentle about it. On the rare occasions that he returns home, beaten and frustrated, Soshiro undresses from his work attire slowly and all he wants is you.
Toys, toys, toys.
He's too tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep. He'll watch you with half-lidded eyes and a flush in his face as he picks up the dial of his favorite vibrator.
⭑ Size: A grow-er, not a show-er. 3in soft. It's a magnificent thing to watch the blood rush to him and his cock twitch to its full length, a whopping 5.7in wowww. A small beauty mark at the base of his cock, believe it or not, it's his favorite kissing place. He gets so greedy when you peck the mole.
─────── KUGURI.
Kuguri, a stern man. A fella with a straight gaze and a voice that rumbles when he growls in frustration. Someone who goes crazy at the mention of something he loves.
Slicing, swords. Swords, you, good swordsman.
A man so dedicated and committed — is a crybaby! Can you believe it?!
He's made this list due to his ability to push his and your limits all with tears brimming in the corners of his eyes from the sheer humiliation you put him under just cause you can.
He's a sub. I'm sorry. I can't see this man as a hard dom, but rather a goth who tries to play off his dominance. It's a performance.
Ride him until you're satisfied, until the sun comes up again, and he's twitching off the bed sheets. He'll try his very best to keep up with you, but he is so extremely sensitive and hurt about it that he'll try to get back at you by kissing you to death.
One of his favorite things is to kiss (top favorite is thigh jobs but I'll get to that soon); so you best believe he's heaving into the sex filled air, out of breath and winded, before he purchases the back of your neck and pulls you in to his needy lips, angling his hips to pivot into you and whimpering when your walls suck him in so greedily.
"Kugurin-" his muffled name leaves you, he's quick to push his tongue inside as drool slips down his chin. His saliva accumulates as he chokes at the sound.
"Stop calling me th-thaaatt-" he hiccups but his cock jumps at your mocking tones, "I hate it!!"
Or,
When you're deep inside him, gripping his arms behind his back to keep him in the position you want.
Kuguri will try to stuff his face into the pillow to hide his expression, wetting it with his drool and snot if you hit too many good spots enough to blind him, "unghh, I hate- hate you- you're always doing what you want haahahhh!!"
"You asked for this, kugurin. Remember how you begged me so sweetly to break you? This is nothing special, you've only just started, sweetie." You force him to raise his head but he can't get enough momentum to do so, so he lets himself dangle as you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him in a headlock.
The warmth of your body has him heating up even more than he already is.
He looks down when he feels something poking at his stomach and he gasps at the bloat of his stomach, teeth grinding against each other to keep him from crying out loud.
Oh no, he feels tears welling up in his eyes.
Kuguri is quick to bring his hands down to where your cock prods inside him and he presses down without a second thought — "a-ah?!" He cries out.
You whimpered into his ear.
His eyes roll back into his head but he feels satisfied knowing he made you falter.
He hasn't even realized the look on his face yet, whichever way you have him.
Kuguri makes the prettiest faces of pleasure ever. This is evident when he's granted a chance to grope at your thighs.
His lips pout unintentionally, you always have to nip at them to get him to learn not to tempt you and his pupils dilate, you can no longer see the rims.
Fat, muscular, skinny. Anything with a jiggle, so soft and plushy. He's head over heels. He's so fixated on your body, he can no longer hear your commands.
Thigh jobs are heaven to him.
Just to watch the head of his swollen cock disappear as it hits the hilt, the warmth of your groin pressing against his oh myyy.
He's cumming within minutes.
Abuses the heck out of his sorcery even if it burns him just to make you feel what he feels when you touch him. Which, of course, is an understatement after seeing what he's willing to do for it.
He'll cup your groin, his middle and ring finger sliding inside as you feel a sharp gust of wind shoot inside you. It's the same sensation of him cumming inside; warm, abrupt, and his whimper in your ear.
Oh he enjoyed it much more than you.
Maybe he'll even use it on himself if you want him to.
Extra;
─────── NATSUKI MISAKA.
So maybe I just wanted to add him here, what are you going to do about it?
Natsuki is loyal. He doesn't have sex with anyone, and practically hasn't whatsoever (maybe he's a bit traditional and wants to wait for marriage, so what?)
I wanna say it should be an honor to see him nude but he acts like you've walked on water when you strip for him.
Natsuki is one of the best since he tends to neglect you, stuffing himself in that training room, not that that's good, but he always returns to make it up to you.
Way too good for a little virgin...
May get extremely clingy.
Not a single part left untouched on your body. His lips are always attached to your neck, sucking like a fish to mark you.
Show everyone you're his. That he's finally reached cloud nine with his spouse.
Here's a scene that hasn't left me. It is the reason I added him;
Ftm!Natsuki bucking his hips against your thighs, swollen clit bumping so sweetly against the rough material of your pants. He leaves a trail of his slick as he moans into his fist, "You're soaked, suki. Do you hear yourself?"
Natsuki shakes his head in denial, outright refusing to open his eyes to the mess he, most likely, feels deep inside him. The shifting shlickkk shlikk makes him press his thighs together, stimulating him further.
A squirter!!
Balls or no balls, he has a knack for it.
He doesn't believe how loud he gets when he cums, never mention it or he'll cut all his hair off with his swords.
Or using one of his cassette tapes to secretly record him and accidentally 'misplacing' his favorite tracks with it.
When he plays the recording, he's hit with his overwhelming pants and cries blaring in his ears. His knees will weaken so quickly and they'll hit the mat, hips aching and sore from last night.
(Scratch marks on his back as he trains...)
He looks down at his lap with a nasty scowl, "Ahhn... I hate you..." he whispers to his boner.
Bonus characters:
SAMURA: is not on this list. Not only because you said he's bad, but because I low-key agree. He's so fast. Overstimulates so easily. He may be a grand sword master, but his weakness has always been love. Love, love, anything with love.
He'll melt when you get too close. He'll stammer when you laugh and he'll cum under three minutes thinking of you. Pull out game is weak, drools way too much into a kiss.
Samura is the worst at sex.
"On your knees." But he's quick to obey you, so maybe it helps his charisma in bed.
"Please." He begs in a hushed tone, hands shaking in his lap. "Let me make it up to you."
He looks down at his palms, red and sweaty from holding himself on all fours as you sat on him as if he were a human chair.
He came after you scoffed and called him a 'mutt'. Matter of fact, he's worse than the animal. At least a dog knows how to follow orders.
"So?" You leaned forward and perched your chin in your palm. "Are you going to beg? Pout and cry about? This is your stage. You might as well do what you want."
Seiichi averts his head to hide his shame but you grab his chin with a little more force than necessary. He inhales sharply, a hand raising to rest on your knee but he draws it back to his lap after remembering your command — no touching.
"Well-" he clears his throat, twiddling with his collar nervously, "I... I'm sorry, I couldn't hold myself back, uhm-"
No, no, this apology won't do.
"Seiichi... What are you going to do about it?" You repeat, your hold on his jaw loosening when he hisses softly, fingers marking his skin red.
You watched his leaking cock with great intent, the nest of dark hair resting at the base wet with his fluids. He lets out a shaky hum that may have been a quiet whimper.
Aww, he's embarrassed.
The war veteran — instead of repentance, instead of coaxing you to allow him to relieve you, or begging you, as you said — cups the back of your heel with a gentle touch, scared to make a wrong move, to place your foot over his groin.
You click your tongue.
He's so inconsiderate.
HOKUTO: best out of the worsts. I could say he has experience with tons of men and women, has read and heard lots and lots of stories but I like the thought of him being a flirty virgin who backs down when someone hints at wanting to take things deeper.
The intimacy behind it frightens him.
So the majority of your adventures will be with him touching you, sighing into the kisses he trails down your stomach, him lapping at you for hours, grinding into the bed sheets for a momentary relief, feeding off of your cum to fill his unstoppable hunger for more. More.
He wants to do more but he's scared.
Not that he'll ever admit it. It's a challenge he'll never give in to.
He'd rather never give himself up than lie in the same sheets as his lover, moaning into your kisses, crying when he finally gets touched with genuine adoration. All his fight for a lingering touch below his waistband crumbles down in an instant when you stare him in the eyes and whisper how much you love him.
He'll keep his distance for the following days, yet his fingers will brush over the love bite you left on the space over his heart.
Maybe he's just too messed up for love.
SOYA: He's got so many undiscovered kinks + breeder balls. The worst.
You don't understand how he can come up to you and tell you how he really liked the way you played with his hair yesterday, maybe you should manhandle him for the rest of your life.
I mean... at least he's communicating.
Soya was normal. When he first courts you, you see him as a regular guy with the exception of his last name — a burden he's to carry for the rest of his life. He can't understand why you feel so nervous and cold in his presence but with time, he makes sure you warm up to him.
He isn't a bad guy. At least, he doesn't think so. He's still good underneath it all.
So, on your jolly way to the next steps in a relationship, far too deep into it all, you realized how cranky his mind can be.
He'll hold the back of your head to keep you from moving away, giggling into your mouth at the cute helpless pants that you breathe into him. As an older brother, he's very much aware of how to care for another. He knows that you need to be gasping for air, but he really loves to chase after your lips.
"Again, [name]." Again and again and again until his trousers stick to his thighs. Until his legs shake with need and cramp up from constantly thrusting into the air between you. Do it all over tomorrow when you've rested up.
This was all from kissing.
Imagine when you accidentally bite his neck. Or pinch his nipples...
This man. He's got to have hyperspermia or lots of pent-up stress. You can not believe the amount of cum the oozes out of him. The cream that clings onto your hand after you give him a handjob beneath the dinner table as his family chat away about the status of your relationship.
You hate that you wonder how it tastes, but Soya believes it's gross. You shouldn't torture yourself by swallowing it.
But you best believe he'll eat anything you feed him — if you lay yourself out for him, he's not leaving a single patch of you untouched. His love feels overwhelming. Something else. Will drag his tongue in your armpit to show you how crazy he can get.
But soya can also be possessive.
Overbearing.
He'll loom over your shoulder as you chat away with some guy. He'll caress your hips and fiddle with your clothes to get your attention, but if he doesn't receive it at the end of the day — he'll decide it's time for a spontaneous date!
Where you can shove him into the restroom of the lovely restaurant he takes you out to after he mentions his full bladder and the tentative swelling of his stomach. He's been holding it in since you've sat, leg bouncing in place to help him out.
"I missed you, hnnggg!!-" he babbles against your lips. His sentences lacked an explanation. He's been stuck to your hip all day. Like always. "You shouldn't have been looking at him like that. Can't you see I'm- ahh!- alll you need, n-no one else,"
You palm him through his pants, watching in awe at the perverted look on his face. He's going to wet himself and his eyes cross in pleasure under the strain??
"You don't need anyone- no one," maybe he'll elope with you. Take you away so when he returns from a long day, you'll only want him. "I can't stop, [name].-can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna pee..."
This is just the tip of the iceberg. Impact play, stomping, cbt, knife play, all sorts of messed-up things. Sadomasochist. If you're into it, then he'd be at the top of the list. The fact that he's down here is that he can never give you a break — he'll constantly want more of you and everything you have. It's draining.
Omg thank you for taking my Gaku Red Ribbon request, and since I noticed you're taking Kagurabachi requests... I fell in love with the Chihiro dry humping.
I would love to see NSFW hcs about Kagurabachi men and what you think would make them finish in a matter of minutes. (Be creative with it!)
tw: somno w yura, shibari w azami, knife/sword play w sojo.
chihiro rokuhira . . . kisses. chihiro is always so hungry. a deep, intense make-out session will get him so hot and bothered, he feels a headache brewing from how red he's getting.
he could be squirming above you, panting desperately into your lips with hands so shaky that he struggles to cup your face properly.
but it's the slow and endearing kisses that leave him breathless. doing something so innocent and sweet as you moan into his mouth about how good he makes you feel.
chihiro's kisses have always been so telling. it is something he reserves for himself, only for you. it's his way of reminding you that he loves you. a kiss after another, a kiss for a kiss. i know his heart breaks when you can no longer push your lips onto his, you've gone numb from all his smothering.
kunishige rokuhira . . . gagging. it's weird. he knows. but he loves it when you get messy. When you're covered in your drool and his semen.
when he pushes the head of his cock past your lips and slides himself so deep that you gag, water brimming in your eyes — the whimper that leaves him is breathtaking.
"m-..mfff!" he nearly squeals, lifting his hips off the chair and thrusting into your mouth. his cock is heavy. thick. and he thinks he can freely do all that??
he hits the back of your throat and you have to peel yourself off in order not to vomit. spit accumulates in your mouth as you scold him but his eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he remembers the sound of you gagging.
seiichi samura. . . the feeling of doing something wrong.
risk.
maybe jerking him off in a public space or shoving your fingers in his mouth to shut him up as you fist his cock behind a dumpster in an alleyway.
or even using tobimune to watch himself get eaten up by his beloved.
how did it get to this? why is he letting this situation happen without a fight? why is he cowering and why are his knees so weak??
the overwhelming pleasure soothes his worries. ohh and if he's really watching through his owl, his spirit energy would flicker terribly and his breath would catch. he wouldn't be able to conceal how flustered you have him!
yoji uruha. . . your anger.
i like sweet, reliable older brother figure Yoji whimpering when you get upset. it's not out of fear, even if his eyes widen at such an unexpected reaction, certainly not to get you to quiet down (his mouth is far too dry to speak up).
it's so rare for you to get angry, especially at him, that when his acts of affection go a little too far with other people and you can't even spare him a glance.
think it's gotta be anger + possessiveness that gets to him.
"apologize, uruha." uruha. you never call him that. your voice sends a shiver down his spine. he stutters and squirms, "are you hard of hearing as well as blind?"
yoji curls into himself, his shoulders trembling with the need to conceal the tightness in his pants. "no.. I'm sorry— if i had known you didn't like it, i wouldn't have done—"
"—i haven't seen you in days and the first person you run to is samura?" he lowers his gaze, ears burning at the incredulous stare you send him. oh my, oh, what should he do? his cock throbs pathetically at the way you spit the man's name out. "you're mine, Uruha. not that man's."
the air is punched out of him.
"you're all mine." he nods mindlessly. "say it."
"all yours. i'm all yours. i promise i won't do it again- i did miss you, i do. i always think of you-" uruha babbles, he trips over his tongue, drool accumulating in his mouth and nearly spills over had he not decided to swallow thickly. "m'only yours, 'kay?"
ibuki misaka . . . ear play.
his ears are a little pointed at the tips. In contrast to his brother, who has round ears. Ibuki takes pride in it. he likes his features. he especially loves it when you stare at him and he can get to flex whatever he wants.
he's all yours, he'll want to look good for you too!
the first time you whispered in his ear was the first time he ever whined. seriously. he's got the most sensitive ears ever.
immerse yourself with him— go for it all!!
biting the sensitive lobe of his ear, licking everything.
when something wet hits the inside of his ear, he squirms. the slimy feel is new. he isn't sure how to react to it. should he push you away and cover his ears forever? should he give in and let out that shaky breath he's desperately holding back???
ibuki pants, humiliated but he's sooo hard, he can't deny the way his underwear sticks to him.
natsuki misaka . . . praise. oh, the smallest bit goes so far. a nod of approval, the look of pride in your eyes, a smile filled with adoration. his heart swells up, much worse than his pants
he's over the moon the second something sweet leaves your thoughts. with a barely noticeable pout of his lips and a tinge of red on his face, he'll quickly quiet down on whatever complaints he might have had.
during moments where he'd doubt, as he laid in your bed, nude, when you bathed him before, when he cooked in your kitchen, he asks a silly question.
"i know i can be a little much. you.. must hate me?"
what a baby.
with his back faced to you, your adoration spikes up and you can't stop the way your arms wrap around his chest, pulling him into you. he gasps lightly, shoulders tensing at this unfamiliar side of yours, "i wish you wouldn't think that of me, natsuki... i have never once disliked you, not even a little, not at all. i love you. i like how you always bring me my favorite snacks and how you sing to me. your voice soothes me and your presence makes me shy. i love.."
your lips brush against his shoulder blade, "i love your arms, they're so strong and they hold me so well. your fingers- so perfect, you know how to make me feel good-"
"!!" oh. his heart pounds in his ears, blood rushing down his nape. he folds faster than thunder.
yura . . . somnophilia.
when you're sleeping, the night is so cold yet filled with the warmth of your body, he likes to run his fingers across your face.
tracing your eyebrows and smoothening out the furrow between your brows and the twitch in your eye when you feel his featherlike touch even in your sleep.
he's got a burst of courage to smear his cock against your cheek, using his thumb to slide against the underside of his tip and watch as beads of pre roll out and onto your lips.
his lips part as a soft moan tumbles past his teeth.
you're in such a vulnerable state.
you've got him wrapped around your pinkie.
you've charmed him badly.
his heart pounds in his throat, his jaw ticking as he endures the sight of you laying on your side, your heart pumping in your chest calmly, not a clue in the world that he's about to cum on your face.
kuguri . . . prostate massage.
his favorite little spot (he didn't know it was his favorite, he just happens to really enjoy it when you tease him relentlessly, and yes, he whines when you purposefully hop over it).
he jolts.
kuguri's bent over your lap, his wrist tightly held behind his back as you push them down. he's such a big man, "quit yer squirming, kugurin. you're going to slip."
your fingers push past his squishy rim and into the spongy walls that eagerly suck you in. his leg tenses up as you scissor him open and he clenches down tightly when your middle finger loops downwards and catches onto a small bump.
he loves it so much.
"right!" his voice pitches up in an almost feminine way. he nearly sounds like a girl, ha! "th, there.."
his arms shake uncontrollably. if you hadn't been paying close attention to his voice breaking, you wouldn't have noticed him trying to slip his hands out to grip onto your wrist.
"be good."
his mouth falls open, a silent cry leaving him, "don tell me... whatta d-do..''
sojo genichi . . . knife/sword play.
yeah. he likes to be on the receiving end of this one. he'll pretend it isn't true. that you shall not disrespect his sword like this- this isn't right, why are you doing this??
the sword gleams and catches his attention. he could spot his reflection with globs of tears in his eyes and the drool dribbling down his chin.
the tip catches onto the fabric of his underwear, his thigh quivers as his breathing stutters, his abdomen flexes with his violent shakes. the sound of fabric tearing and a small shinggg fills your head as he backs his hips away.
"t-that's too close..!!" he nearly sobs!
hokuto . . . please.
i wanna say hokuto is a freak, but i would be contradicting myself. the word 'please' will always be his downfall. such a sweet thing as yourself should never beg a man for something.
you've got these big, beautiful eyes and a sad, faraway look in them- he regrets ever getting bratty with you.
it's got him whipped.
especially when you're not someone who likes to ask for help. what mental battle did you have to fight to force yourself to say such a word? oh, whatever. he'll do anything for you.
shiba togo . . . overstimulation.
once he cums, he can't stop whatever happens next. an orgasm will be ripped out of him as soon as you think it's good to keep going. he'll have multiple in a span of 15 minutes.
"c'mon, shibaaa," you whine out. he bites the inside of his lip. "don't cha wanna make me proud?"
he paws at your waist, fingers dipping deep into your skin and nearly clawing you open. his grip burns you but you just can't pull away.
shiba chokes on his spit, "you're gonna break me, [name].."
you're driving him insane.
one magical roll of your hips and his entire body racks with shivers.
soshiro azami . . . shibari.
the art of letting go.
in a sense.
he lives to let go. to be freed from persecution and the consequences of the world. his fist has always been balled up, for far too long. instead, he got a job to pursue. a job that ties him down to too many laws, too many rules.
so, when he finally returns home from a long day and he spots you prepping a ribbon of red ropes. the tension in his body leaves him and all of it flows straight to his cock.
he'll wait hours on end for you to be ready, eyes glossy with a hint of desperation.
and when you're redoing a new knot over his wrists, he might have started to hump the air for some sort of friction.
azami holds his breath as the burn of the rope digs into his skin. he stills for a second. he's gonna cum way faster than he expected. prematurely. like some youngin.
he loves that you can hold him by a string. you can not harm him, you never tried even if he's in such a vulnerable position. that's what gets him mewling.
⤿ contents. twt links, you must have an x acc to access, dom and (mainly) sub characters, very few vids include afab. what you're about to read and watch includes mature content, proceed with caution.
⤿ thoughts. ykw shout out to kashima as well. enjoy.
─────── KUNISHIGE ROKUHIRA
[fem.bodied, sub top reader, manhandling]
A sweet guy. Your lovely husband, always so happy, always staring at you with a light in his eyes when he bares you down, but today?
Kuneshige's holding you down as he pounds into your tightening hole, hips thrusting at an unusual, surprising pace. You could only take, body bouncing helplessly in his lap. If you were to even try to grind your hips yourself, he's wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you down.
Those muscles from hammering a blade all day weren't for show, but he has no intention of hiding them after he finds out you liked how big he was — "Are you hearing yourself? Hmphh, you're so wet, and you've never moaned like this before... you really love when I handle you like a doll, don't you?"
─────── KYORA SAZANAMI
[bottom reader, breeding kink, piv, fem.bodied]
He's a breeder. Maybe amateurish of some sort, but nonetheless, it's impressive, really. He was still able to spurt out so much at his elderly age.
With the size of his fat cock and you're still managing to take him so well. He's got so many kids for a reason. Not because he needs to keep up the family name, no, that's just an excuse. His pull out game is weak, he thinks it's your fault for feeling like heaven.
But, with the way he groans into your chest as he watches his semen drip out of you and how his cock twitches at the sight... he knew it was all him.
"Sorry, my dear." He presses a chaste kiss to your temple, "I couldn't stop myself. Do you think you can handle another kid?"
─────── TOGO SHIBA
[fem.bodied, no exact dom/sub roles, piv, groping]
''Hah hahh,'' he huffs, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, holding as still as possible. This is new. He's not allowed to move, no touching, no making noise. Only to move when you tell him to go.
You're using him to your hearts content, rocking your hips into his, whimpering when your clit grinds against the base of his cock.
He likes to pleasure you, touch you, make you sing praises for being so good. He can't help himself with how he gropes at your breasts, groaning into sex filled air. It's not like you hate it, if anything, you seem to want it.
He's slipping, body covered in hickeys and love bites from all your previous activities, and you're pushing a toy so deep inside him.
Can't you see he's trying not to fall apart?
Oh, but it's so hard to focus on anything else. Your sadistic laugh rings in his head, and he tries to stop you from raising the vibration, but it's too late — a surprised cry escapes his sore throat, his soft voice dwindling down to shaky breaths.
He arches his back, panting roughly as you manage to hit his favorite spot. A violent shudder takes over his body like a possessed man.
"Urk! S-slow down..!!"
─────── MOKU 'MASUMI'
[sub bottom character, shibari, handjob, edging, yo i'm too obsessed with him help me]
He's always taking care of you. Why not return the favor? Take advantage of the fact that he can't deny you the right to make him feel good as his partner.
"Nghh!" Big boy can't handle a bit of teasing. "[N/n].. [name], please. 'can't take it!"
He's crying out, yanking at the rope, squirming under your hand. The fat of his chest jiggles as his breathing quickens. It's so tempting to just nip away at him. To steal a quick kiss and make him forget his own name.
"I.. think..." His body tenses when your palm rubs circles around the fat, swollen head. He can be so sensitive. "C-coming."
─────── SUMI 'MASUMI'
[masturbation, fem solo]
You're so adorable. So endearing with the way you think of her. She hugs the teddy bear you won for her as her fingers reach so deeply inside her. The pressure she feels is so heavy that she can't help the startled way her legs jump and kick out.
A wanton moan escapes her red stained lips. She eagerly pushes another finger inside, blatantly ignoring the sound of squelching, it's normal, she knows this, however, she hears the sound of you cooing in her ear, babbling about how pretty she looks.
Her slick coated thighs spread open, whimpering when she feels a gust of cold air hit her, it almost feels like your presence...
─────── YOJI URUHA
[sub bottom character, guided masturbation using a dildoʻ, slapping (twice, three)]
Smack! Your hand strikes at his inner thigh, stopping him in his tracks with a warning. "Watch carefully, cutie. Let's do it again, 'kay?"
"K-kay." he stumbles out. He squints his eyes, willing them not to roll back from the sheer need. Your fingers wrap around yourself, lightly, barely. He follows in suit with a ghost of a shudder, bucking his hip as he copies your movements.
Your wrist twists at the base, and so does his, but just as quickly as the movement came, it left. Uruha feels himself hesitate, and it earns him a sharp slap once again. He jolts up, alarmed as he chokes on a moan — "ungg, sorryy! Give me another chance, please, I'll do better this time."
He fails to do so.
Afterward, as you bathe together, he kisses you on the cheek, cheeky smirk plastered on his face. He liked it a lot.
─────── SEIICHI SAMURA
[sub bottom character, male solo, sensory blindness, vibrator]
"If you don't touch yourself, we'll do it raw." That was your proposal. Samara's cigarette nearly slips from his mouth from shock. The slimy condoms, he hated them, he struggled to put it on and, worst of all, when it slipped from his hands, the mood would quickly dampen because he'd (for some reason) really want to blindly find it.
He later smirked, accepting your challenge. As an older guy, he has a lot of resistance, both of you know so.
Poor old man.
Seiichi didn't expect the amount of blinding he was going under; no hearing, no hands on himself, your underwear stuffed in his mouth, and finally, no eyes.
He can't hear himself, but he knows he's struggling to hold in his noises — constantly curling into himself to hide away in his shame. He feels your sharp gaze on him, it feels so intimate compared to the lack of your touch running over his body. He smells your comforting scent. Oh, you smell so good.
His sturdy thighs clench around your pillow, huffing and wetting your clothing article with his spit and drool. He needs to touch himself. He wants to cum properly.
You're laughing. Chuckling at him, and he's choking on his own spit, breath hitching as you raise the vibration.
He's feeling everything at max. There's no way he can keep it up. He brings his lip between his teeth, hissing.
This is revenge, isn't it? For his performances of submission. You want to see him stutter and cry, don't you?
Yura's abdomen flexes as he starts to pant heavily. He's coming. His eyes roll into the back of his head, thighs quivering.
He actually can't warn you.
You've actually caught his tongue. Can barely even speak by the end of it..
─────── KUGURI
[sub bottom character, cock polishing, sometimes i like to think that he slips a lot in the shower, don't know really]
"Can you be a little quieter, kuguri?" Grey eyes harden your way. He knows this. Can't you tell that he's trying? He's not even being loud — ah, wait, let's backtrack on that. He's shuffling around too much. Lean body twisting and turning as you drag the sheer white gauze against the feverishly red tip that oozes with precum.
He wants to fawn over you. Geek out at how calm you appear in this situation. A light blush coats his face.
Despite your apathetic expression, he knows very well that you're worried.
There are others outside of the bathroom. If one of them overhears, you'll never be able to live this down. "You've got to be quiet!" You shush him in a whisper. He huffs angrily. He knows. He knows already. He's trying.
"Then- ah, then quit moving!" What a whiner. He's seriously considering cutting his own tongue off.
You shift the gauze the slightest bit to the left.
His entire body shivers violently, grunting behind gritted teeth.
"Really?" You tilt your head. You shift to the right, "You really want me to stop?"
Over his dead body.
─────── SOUJO GENICHI
[sub bottom character, ball kicking/slapping, nipple play. play, the link might be a bit more hardcore than the others, hints of a threesome]
"Like this, [name]?" His favorite concubine calls out for your attention. She pinches at the tattooed man's perky buds, eliciting a gargled cry from him, his bounded arms yanking at the restrictions.
If he was freed, there was no way you wouldn't be dead. Maybe he'd spare his woman, she's good at following orders. But you? You like to see him crying from pleasure.
And it tends to screw him over (he enjoys it too much that it scares him).
"Just like that. Don't you see how he reacts? He's weeping." You put more of your body weight on his cock, your foot nearly slipping from all his fluids — sweat, cum, spit. You name it. "Hold him down. I'm not finished with him."
And when he starts to sob for a proper release, he starts to bite back out of humiliation, you slap his cock instead. The tips of your fingers scraping against his sensitive balls. He squirms helplessly.
"Soujo..." Calls out another concubine who watches from afar. He surely hears her — them. All of them are here. Observing. Watching as their master falls apart on the very tatami floors of his bedroom. "You're sick if you really like this..."
He likes you so much: he wants to marry you, having already proposed the idea to your parents and his father. They've come to an agreement, and you hated him.
You refused to talk to him unless necessary. You can't look him in the eye, and worst of all, you won't let him feed him. Care for you.
Why? He only wants the best for you.
Give him a taste of his own medicine. That way, he can understand why you hate him. That way he can fix himself.
Spit curses at him as he kneels before you. For the first time since your marriage, you looked him in the eyes. And he reacts to your degrading words with a whimper and his hand shoots over his mouth, embarrassed of the sound that escaped him.
But you slapped him.
He reacts to it with scared eyes and a tightness in his pants.
"What did I tell you, sazanami?" Your foot nudges the outline of his boner then gasping when he cries out. He was barely able to reciprocate to your words, body twitching your way.
"Ahnn t-to be still ah!" You're the only one trying to make him a better man.
─────── HIRUHIKO
[sub bottom character, ruined orgasm, handjob]
While he may not have lots of experience, he doesn't want to be taken less serious. I'd say he cums a lot — that release being put on hold for hours now.
He really tried to hold it off, smiling with pleasure when you told him; "don't cum unless I say so." Of course.
He really did try, hips flexing as his chest heaves rapidly, he only wanted to hear those praises of yours so desperately but he couldn't do so well when you pulled away.
"I can do it." He tells you impatiently. A whine rips away from him, "You don't have to watch over me. I'm excited.."
But here he is, twisting, squirming uncontrollably as he arches his back, spurting all over himself. You click your tongue, oh, he doesn't want you to feel disappointed.
"Ngh..!!" He's sorry (not really), "couldn't hold it anymore.."
─────── CHIHIRO ROKUHIRA
[clothed dry humping, suit ngh, sub bottom character]
Since chihiro's new to this, extremely unexperienced, you decide to take things slow with him. Though, on some days, the overwhelming urge to tease and make him desire takes over, and you find yourself straddling him, hands running all over his body before rolling your hips tenderly.
"Feel good, chihiro?" You coo down at him.
Feel him wither beneath you at the unimaginable pleasure he receives with just a little weight pressing down on his clothed cock.
He can't even begin to process how he'll feel if you make skin to skin contact.
His red eyes widen, tears building up in his gaze, "uh-huh," he croaks, meeting your hips clumsily. The only way to silence him is with a kiss! Just try to ignore the way he throbs when your lips meet his.
─────── KASHIMA
[sub character, semi public, vibrator]
Ice cream date! Oh, he loves to see you happy with him. He's so excited to be played with, pupils dilated as he takes in your every story.
He licks his spoon of ice cream, noting it's sweet taste before his jolts — caught completely off guard. A vrrr noise sounds. And he gasps.
Here?
He tries to warn you to turn it off, at the very least lower the volume. This only eggs you on to heighten it.
"Quit being mean..." he whimpers in your ear. His shoulders trembling.
You've taken advantage of his weak spot for you. Never able to say no to you. He'll now suffer the consequences. Happily, dare he say.
He can't even finish his dessert without shaky hands!
