Summary: Leaving a consistent and predictable cycle of motion is oftentimes hard for one to do, even if the cycle in question brings forth harm to that person. However, the addiction and comfort of knowing what will happen next is what compels them to stay despite the harm.
Notices: NSFW, fuckbuddies/situationship, AFAB!Reader, doggy, petnames (daddy, baby), cervix bruising, gojo is dissociated for a little bit, pining, porn with plot, depiction of emotional abuse, toxic!reader, smoking
Pairing: Gojo x Reader
W/C: 1.8k
A/N: This is my first fic for Gojo and I'm not really into JJK like that so I hope my interpretation of him does him well. This came about due to the song "If you think I'm Pretty" by Artemas. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
The pads of Satoru’s fingers dug into the plushness of your hips as he plunged feverishly into your cunt, your walls squeezing with every pullback. Despite him not seeing your face and only viewing your back and your ricocheting ass, Satoru deemed you to be absolutely beautiful. From your dark areolas to the long indent from your spine, all of it was amazing to him. But, despite all that, Satoru couldn’t really focus on the scene before him. It was obvious that he wasn’t his usual self as his mouth didn’t utter a single word of praise nor did his throat rumble out a satisfied groan that night. Instead, he was completely silent in his task of giving you pleasure and being done with the entire ordeal. His warmed ears drowned out the sounds of sticky skin slapping, your moans, the creaking of his bed, and the squelching of your pussy. You were in absolute bliss. He was ruminating.
“F-faster daddy, faster..” You whined breathlessly into the warm air of the room. Obeying your whiny command, Satoru sped up and even went deeper, his tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust. Satoru’s glossed-over eyes gazed at your cream that coated his dick and pelvis. Usually, he liked witnessing the sticky evidence that you loved what he was doing to your needy pussy, but now all he could do was give it an empty stare. Your grip on his sheets tightened as you felt your second orgasm of the night fast approaching, your eyes screwed shut as you whined out some more. “I’m so- I’m so- so close..” You struggled to announce, every thrust knocking the air from your throat and making you retry with your words.
“I know, baby, just cum for me..” Satoru mumbled, rubbing the pads of his fingers over your clit to help you out. After a few more rough thrusts into your battered pussy, you released a choked gasp, shockwaves coursing through your veins. Satoru stopped thrusting, allowing you to squirm on his dick as you rode out your orgasm with staggered moans. Softly sighing, he pulled out carefully, eyes traveling from your panting frame to the mess you left on his dick.
With a satisfied hum, you began to sink into the disheveled sheets, lowering your now sore hips onto the bed as he stood in place at the foot of the bed. To the untrained eye, Satoru’s façade was blank, still as the surface of a pond. However, his mind was anything but, regardless, he couldn’t allow you to see him like that. So, with a simple and soft smirk, Satoru crawled next to you and laid on his back, a hand behind his head and one on your back as you rested your head onto his chest.
For a short spell of tranquil silence, you both laid there gathering your energy. The tips of his slender fingers glided on your back gently and gave you ticklish shocks as he stared up at his ceiling, slightly furrowing his brows in contemplation. This was the fourth time that you had knocked on his door with the premise of wanting to give your heart to him, only for the night to end up in his bed and the morning starting with you gone. Every time, you had stated that you were ready to share your love with him. That you wanted to be more than two friends that would retreat into each other's bodies to satiate hunger and lust; that you instead wanted to be lovers that would lick each other's star-dotted wounds for eternity bound and more.
That’s what you’ve always told him to make it easier to come in. Make it easier to slip off your shoes at his door, easier to undress yourself and have him lick upon your body in the dead of night. Easier to pleasure each other. It seemed as if you had finally caught on to his hidden feelings for you and knew all the right things to say for him to let you in despite his better judgment.
Saying those honey-coated words, those sickly sweet “I need you ‘Toru”s that made the man’s snow-favored lashes quiver in thinly veiled anticipation for your unattainable love. He wanted your soft gaze reserved for a lover, your wishes that you made to the endless night sky, your warmth.
“I'm surprised.”
“Huh?”
“I said I’m surprised. It usually takes more than two rounds to tire you out.” You clarified, mischief laced in your voice. Clearing his throat, Satoru morphed his mouth into that of a faux smirk.
“Yeah well, I’m just a bit tired tonight that’s all.” He softly responded, his words receiving a scoff from you.
“You last even longer when you’re tired.” Remaining silent for a few seconds, Satoru internally took a deep breath for the conversation that would take place.
“Y’know, Y/n.” He started, a sense of false ease and nonchalance ladened in his voice. Humming in response, you couldn’t help but smile a little. You were content. He was taking the leap. “How…How ‘bout we make this official, huh? You said it yourself, nobody fucks you as good as I do. Plus, you said that I’m the only guy that treats you as you should.” He finished, referencing the bait you used on him earlier that night to get what you came for. Silence. That was the initial response that you gave to his proposal of a new dynamic. A change in your relationship. An option you weren’t keen on accepting anytime soon. Humming once more, you ran your hand in slow circles on his stomach, acrylic nails going over the dips and bumps of his muscles.
“Mm, c’mon, ‘Toru. You know how I feel about you...One day, but not right now, m’kay?” You reassured him slowly, your empty words dripping in false sweetness.
Liar.
“Yeah..okay.” He sighed, still keeping his smirk on his face, his blue eyes watching you slowly sit up; your body lazily straddling him which he accepted with his hands on your hips.
“One more round f’me, I wanna feel you..” You purred. That was more than enough for him to get hard again, ready for an embrace that would engulf Satoru with a feeling of cold distance rather than shared warmth. But it was an embrace that despite the pain, he just couldn’t let go.
That was a week ago and neither of you have spoken to each other since until today. Satoru clicked his lighter a few times to light his first blunt of the day, taking a forlorn drag from it. Sighing heavily and releasing the smoke into the air of his dead apartment, he leaned back on his couch as he reflected on his ties with you. He truly didn’t know what to do about you; he really did feel for you in a way he hadn’t felt before. Satoru enjoyed looking at you with eyes so filled to the brim with admiration and joy. He enjoyed it whenever you gave him tiny, minuscule crumbs of your love in the form of hugs and cheek kisses; each action being held with such reverence in his heart.
As the winter sunbeams poured into his abode, his eyes drifted towards his dimly lit phone, the screen just barely showcasing him a text you sent minutes prior.
‘it’s so cold today n i miss youuu. i don’t have anything to do today n i wanna chill’
He still hadn’t responded, and quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want this to keep going any longer. He wanted to put his foot down, break the whole ordeal off, and go about your separate ways. He wanted to listen to the advice that his friends gave him; to start anew, to find someone who actually wanted him around for more than just physical intimacy. He wanted to be set free from you; yet at the same time, he just wanted you to give him more than a couple hours of pleasure.
He wanted your unattainable love, but did you even want his love? Did you want to know all of his dreams and secrets? To view his scars, to cherish him? Would you hold him if his nightmares became too much? Would you want him by your side and you by his?
Did you even see him as your equal?
That question sent a dull, painful shock to Satoru’s chest as he wallowed even more into his thoughts, ignoring a chime from his phone. What did you see him as? To your mind, was he only a toy robot that followed the command of its master? Was he no longer deemed a friend by you and only an acquaintance who had the privilege of seeing you naked? Did you even like him enough to consider a friendship in the first place?
Sighing and taking another puff from his blunt, Satoru snapped himself away from his thoughts as he read over the new message that you sent.
‘im down the hall n i brought some shit from the corner store. i can’t wait to see you baby’
He could practically hear your singsong voice through the screen. Maybe, this time he would finally express his thoughts, the very thoughts that kept him awake. And hopefully, you would actually be willing to listen and help him decide between his two options. To help decide between letting you go and finally freeing himself from this tormenting cycle, or to stay by your side, forever kneeling at your feet.
With a few soft knocks from his door, Satoru got up from his couch and made his way to the only barrier separating him from eternal longing and heartbreak. If he kept the door closed and simply told you to go away, then maybe, Satoru would be okay. He could always adopt that cat he’s always thought about, a dream you’d often shoot down because you thought dogs would be better. Maybe he could seek pleasure from different women, something he stayed away from because he was content and happy with only you.
But if he opened up the door, he could always have the opportunity to be in your presence, to feel your warm hands glide along his skin. To hear your coos and moans of pleasure, to hear your laugh anytime he told a joke. He could keep this up for a little while longer, to revel some more in your divinity.
With another knock on the door, Gojo Satoru finally made up his mind with another pull from his blunt.
“Oh, ‘Toru, I missed you~ Mm, I love you, y’know that right? ‘Toru?”
The Lowdown: All you wanted was to get your tire fixed on this hot summer day...and maybe a lil something extra to beat the heat. Luckily, your trusty mechanic Haganezuka Hotaru knows just what you need.
The things to know: AFAB!Reader, chubby!Reader, Blackfem!Reader, Teasing, both Reader and Hotaru are in their late twenties, hair pulling (m. receiving), domish!Hotaru, choking, missionary, body worship, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, overstimulation, attempted murder
Pairing: Mechanic!Haganezuka x Reader
W/C: 4.2K
A/N: This was, a 4-month struggle. Motivation was at an all time low, went on hiatus, reblogs were/still are scarce and I was in the lows. But then I said "you know what, my babies need to eat. I have to do what I have to do to make sure we eat." So I popped my pussy on this because as a mother I make sure my babies are fed their fanfiction. This fic was inspired by the above panel from GANSTA. ANYWAY ENJOY MWUAH
“Hey, Haganezuka!”
You lifted your gaze towards an annoyed Kanamori who stood in the doorway of the mechanic shop. “It’s 97° right now! I’m leaving for the day so take a break, you hear Haganezuka?! That goes for you too, y/n! Don’t be a stubborn idiot like him!” He nagged before retreating into the air conditioned shop, not caring to wait on a reaction from the two of you. A soft sigh left your glossed lips as you gazed upwards into the cloudless summer sky, the sun harshly beating down upon the earth. All you wanted to do was get your tire changed but alas, Hotaru Haganezuka had other plans.
You had to agree with Kanamori, it was way too hot to be outside. Especially when you’re standing in a shadeless mechanic lot watching the very man that insisted on doing every little thing possible to your car from checking the oil to changing the battery. “Don’t be an idiot, a mechanic must always check these things! Just leave it to me!” Is what he proclaimed, arguing that you should be grateful that he was willing to do so much on the spot. Contemplating Kanamori’s demand, you looked back down at Hotaru, working in a silent frenzy as he changed your battery.
You couldn’t tell if it was due to the heat or your emotions, but you felt your cheeks burn as you watched him. You didn’t mind admitting it, Hotaru was a bit of a looker; especially now. His long black hair had been tied back in a bun, loose strands sticking out and some on his forehead while his thick sharp-angled eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A black t-shirt rested on the back of his neck leaving his muscled torso exposed to the sweltering heat; the top part of his mechanics jumpsuit tied around his waist. Wiping the sweat off your chest with your tank top, you watched in silent awe as a single trail of sweat ran down his arm; bicep flexing with every crank of the ratchet.
“Aren’t you gonna go inside?” You asked, watching his glove covered hands work with practiced movements. You stopped yourself from sighing as the image of his fingers rapidly pumping into your sopping pussy entered your mind. Instinctively gripping the bottom of your shorts, you tried to keep yourself in check, pussy squeezing at nothing but disappointing air. For about a year now you’ve had a thing for Hotaru. However, with his stand-off nature and how busy he was, it was a bit difficult to get closer with him on a more personal level.
A throb rang inside you as you watched Hotaru slowly stand at his full height, leaning back slightly as desired hands held the old battery. “I’m busy. Why don’t you go in?” He wiped a few strands of hair away from his forehead as he set down the battery and picked up the new one, his sharp hazel eyes side-eyeing you from a half-lidded gaze. “It’s not like you’re doing anything. You’re just torturing yourself with this damn heat.” And with his last word, he leaned back into the engine, eyes focusing on the task at hand.
You wiped your sweat covered palms on your shorts as you looked towards the street. Despite the heat being troublesome, people still walked around, loud music blaring from passing cars. “You know I only came here to get my tire changed. If anything, you’re the one torturing yourself with all this extra stuff.” You retorted, settling your gaze back to the man next to you as you crossed your arms.
“You should be glad I’m doing this at all. For free, no less.” He mumbled, wagging the ratchet in your direction. You played with the hem of your tank top as Hotaru grabbed his shirt and wiped his face, dark eyes fixated on your plush thighs that soaked in the sunlight, giving them a delectable glow. He softly exhaled as he eyed the bit of fat that spilled from your shorts, the fabric being a little tight on your thighs. He’d give anything to touch your thighs, to have them encase his head as he sucked on your sensitive bud and licked at your drenched folds. To feel your thighs wrap around his waist as he pounded into your tight cunt relentlessly.
“Why for free? Not that I’m complaining.” You inquired, desperately hoping to get a full conversation out of the asocial man while snapping him out of his lewd thoughts. If the conversation wasn’t about cars or the neighborhood kid Tanjiro that accidentally destroyed his prized motorcycle that one time, Hotaru would be a clam. With a sigh, he closed the hood before facing you, finally finished with his self assigned work and leaned on the side of the car.
“Think of it as a one time deal, you are a valued customer after all.” He answered plainly, trying his hardest not to watch a sweat drop disappear down your cleavage. You hummed at his answer, curious eyes traveling across the prominent veins in his crossed forearms. You envisioned his work worn fingers encasing your throat, his words almost going out one ear. “However, I wouldn’t mind some dango as payment.”
“Just..dango?” You stepped closer to him, confidence flowing through your veins. Maybe it was the heat getting to you or the boredom of doing nothing except standing around, you didn’t know exactly what came over you. But you hoped that maybe he too was on the same page. You couldn’t be any more right. With the ghost of a smirk, Hotaru uncrossed his arms and closed the gap between you both, the smell of his cologne wafting into your nose. You felt immense heat rise to your cheeks as he slowly took off a glove, one by one pulling it from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You got something better?” One glove off, the other to go. You bit your bottom lip slightly as you nodded, your cherry flavored lip gloss enchanting him. With his pointer finger and thumb loose in his glove, Hotaru scoffed, happy about the new direction the day was taking. “You wanna show me, pretty girl?” With a quick tug, he finally took off his glove and shoved them in his back pocket before quickly pulling you closer, evoking a soft gasp from your lips. As a soft hum rumbled from his chest, his rough hands found refuge on your soft and plump ass; rubbing it in slow, small circles with slight pressure from the base of his palms as if he was a masseuse.
“But, we’re out in public..” You said slowly, trying to remind him of where the two of you were but you couldn’t help but stare deeply into his lust filled eyes, his gaze slowly lowering to your agape lips. With an answering hum, Hotaru squeezed your ass slightly before placing his thumb under the hem of your shorts, the digit rubbing the lace on your underwear.
“So?” He said simply, thumb and finger lightly tilting your chin up as he inched his lips closer to yours. “Let ‘em watch.” And with a short exhale, his soft lips crashed with yours; your lip gloss making its sticky mark on him. A soft moan escaped your throat as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip; asking for permission. You felt another, more harsh, squeeze on your ass as you caved in and gave him entry, his tongue immediately exploring and dancing with your own. The warmth of his velvet lips did nothing but cause you to sink further into the addictive feeling of lust that overwhelmed your senses. You were caught in a mind numbing daze as Hotaru finally pulled back from the intense kiss, a string of saliva connecting the both of you.
As soft pants left your messy lips, he left a small, ticklish kiss to your neck. “I don’t wanna give them an entire show..c’mon.” With a sly smile and his hands still cradling your ass, Hotaru began to walk towards the shop, forcing you to awkwardly walk backwards. A chuckle left Hotaru as he relished in the awkward position he had you in, finding enjoyment in your flustered expression.
“Hotaru..” You pleaded, your mind buzzing with the endless things that could happen, your pussy pulsating with every step taken towards the office and light squeeze Hotaru would gift to your plump ass. Once you both crossed the threshold to the messy office, his lips immediately found yours again, lightly nipping at your bottom lip as he pushed the door closed with his foot and guiding you to the messy desk. Momentarily removing himself from the sweet taste of your lips, Hotaru wiped off all the papers that were strewn on the desk before roughly planting your ass on the width of the dark wood; eyes swimming with carnal desire.
Rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, Hotaru left a hot kiss on your clavicle before latching on and evoking a soft moan from your mouth. Kicking off your slides as your nimble hands snaked their way up to his neck, pulling off the shirt that he left there before tangling your fingers into his dark hair. You tugged gently at his scalp as he started peppering his bites and kisses all over your chest, a low groan slowly leaving his body. Pulling away once more, his eyes zeroed in on the cute stomach pudge you had. He wanted to run his rough hands over the soft body part and be hypnotized by it. Lifting off your tank top and pulling down your bra, Hotaru dived back in for his new target, mouth latching onto your nipple, his tongue running over your dark areola.
A saccharine moan was ripped from you as you felt his teeth nip and pull at the hardened numb while his rough hands unclasped and threw your bra to the side before gently pressing on your stomach, urging you to lay back. Following his command, you could feel his hands snake even lower, fingers tugging both your shorts and panties off. On instinct you widened your legs, the cold air kissing your folds while Hotaru brought his waist closer between your legs, still preoccupied by your irresistible breasts. Placing more kisses, Hotaru trailed them upward to your neck before stopping, his thumb lightly touching your clit. You released a soft whine as his thumb slowly started to massage your clit in small circles.
As his mouth left marks upon your neck, your hand gripped his forearm as you felt his fingers slowly enter into you. Feeling a sharp canine graze your warm skin, you released a soft gasp that signaled Hotaru to pump his fingers into you slowly. Lewd noises echoing in the office with every slow draw back and hard pump his fingers did to your pussy.
“I know you want more than this, right ma?” He teased, his pants growing tighter as he soaked in your naked body. Fingers prodding your folds and getting themselves coated in your slick only deepened Hotaru’s hunger for you, for your taste. With a slight nod, your hands found themselves fondling your breasts awaiting whatever action this man would do next.
With a deep hum, Hotaru licked his fingers clean of your nectar before trailing more of his hot kisses south. From your neck to your stomach and to the edge of your clit, his searing kisses sent tingles up your spine. As he left kisses on the inside of your thighs, you couldn’t help but squirm a bit, the anticipation killing you. “Don’t rush me, Princess. I’m getting there, just leave it to me, alright?” He spoke, his breath gently gracing your impatient cunt. With another hum, his mouth finally latched onto your pussy, an airy moan leaving your lips. Hotaru’s tongue ran itself over and between your folds that were accompanied with intervals of harsh sucking to your clit.
Soft mewls drifted from your lips as your fingers traversed and gripped and tugged onto his black locks, undoing his bun further while your other hand kneaded and rolled one of your abandoned breasts. His rough hands held your thighs with an iron grip as you squirmed and relished in the feeling of his warm tongue gliding in between your folds, drinking in your nectar. With a final suck on your clit, Hotaru began dragging his tongue upwards on your body; stopping right in the valley of your breasts as the interesting taste of your cocoa butter lotion settled on his tongue.
Raising himself up, Hotaru couldn’t help but be immersed in the beauty your body exuded, from the pudge of your stomach to how erect your nipples were as they battled the cold air. Muttering a low “fuck” to himself, he slowly started to undo the sleeves of his jumper that were tied to his waist and watched your once blissed face contort to one of anticipation and desperation. Hotaru knew exactly what he was doing, taking his sweet time, testing you. Seeing how far he can go with his slow, sensual movements before you snapped and pleaded with him to run his rough hands on your body once more.
With his head tilted down and eyes looking up at your face through his dark lashes, his hands languidly freed himself from his clothing, the ghost of a smirk gracing his façade as he watched you take in the view. Your body shivered with both excitement and worry as he finally stood before you in the nude. A dark happy trail guided your curious eyes downwards to his hardened dick. In all its 8-inch glory, his hardened dick carried a bead of precum on its reddened mushroom tip; a large vein adorning its underside. With a bit lip, you watched with desire as he lined himself to your entrance but stopped abruptly, tip a mere hair breadth from your impatient and needy cunt. It was almost like a shot of molten lava coursed through your veins when your eyes angrily shot up to his face and witnessed his mouth slowly form into that of a mocking smile; mischief ladened eyes watching your reaction.
“Are you fucking for real right now? You’re a fucking di-” Your insult was cut with a breathy inhale as you felt his cock finally enter your sopping cunt, the stretch giving you a burning yet intoxicating sensation. A shuddered breath of pleasure morphed into a low chuckle as Hotaru relished in both your reaction to his cruel teasing and to the feeling of his cock slowly being engulfed by your warm walls. His rough hands held you by your waist, eyes watching your chest shudder with each inching movement within your pussy.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you..” Hotaru teased as your hands encased his own as his pelvis finally met with your skin. With a slow sigh, Hotaru rubbed his thumbs on your hip bones, giving you a chance to get used to his size. Giving you a chance to talk more shit.
“C’mon, tell me what you were gonna say, I wanna know..” He mocked as he slowly drew his hips back, the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the ridges of your pussy eliciting a soft moan from you. You squeezed his fingers as you screwed your eyes shut, trying your hardest to contain your annoyance. Despite how much you hated the teasing and mocking Hotaru has been doing thus far, you couldn’t help but enjoy the throbs his cruel actions gave to your pussy.
“I-I said you’re a fucking dick!” Your declaration ended in a squeaked out high note as Hotaru harshly thrusted into you, the desk creaking with his action of shutting you up. Choked out gasps and mewls from your gloss smeared lips interlaced with that of the creaking wood as Hotaru began his cruel treatment to your squelching pussy. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist as your pussy finally got what it had longed for.
Admittedly, you didn’t know what you were expecting when this moment finally arrived. Yes, you had your expectations in the dark of night when your fingers occupied the warm and soft confinements of your pussy; your mind thinking nothing but how big you hoped he was, if he was either a rough and carnal lover or a slow sensual one, even if he preferred doggy over missionary. But this, ohh, this was beyond your expectations. The pulses of pleasure that emitted from your pussy and traveled throughout your nervous system, the iron grip he had on your waist, and the low grunts and groans rumbling from your favorite mechanic was nothing you expected yet all that you had dreamed for.
An airy chuckle escaped Hotaru’s lips as he sank further into the pure bliss of his cock being squeezed by your greedy cunt, a nice coating of your cream decorating his equally pleasure hungry cock. The sight of that alone sent shockwaves throughout his body, urging him to thrust faster. Removing his bruising grip on your waist, he unwrapped your legs from his body and pushed them towards your head; work worn hands holding the backs of your knees as sweet moans fell from your mouth at the newfound depth, Hotaru swearing under his breath as he felt his tip give your cervix bruising kisses.
“Look at all that fucking cream..acting like you can’t stand me, shit..” A rumbling groan interrupted Hotaru’s dirty mocking, the tightness of your pussy nearly sending him into a nonverbal state. “But I know that if I stopped, you’d beg for more..” Hotaru leaned forward, pressing a lopsided kiss to the side of your knee as he drank in your cock drunk expression; lidded eyes rolling back and staccato moans wavering from your agape mouth. Hotaru’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance with your lack of answer, his hips abruptly stopping as a hand encased your throat.
“Hey, answer me. I won’t start again if I don’t get an answer.” He demanded, ignoring how your abandoned leg pitifully kicked in the air for his grasp again. Your mind was too fuzzy to properly grasp just what was going on, but a quick squeeze to your throat brought you to attention. “You gonna beg for more, mama?” The belittling question dripped from Hotaru’s mouth like honey as you whined, wiggling your waist to finish what you both started.
“Fuck! Yes, I need you! Please, Hotaru, keep going!” At your wits end, you finally answered the man’s degrading question, body desperately craving for its release. With a satisfied low hum, Hotaru began again but faster; the desk getting louder with each harsh thrust gifted to your needy pussy. You could feel the sticky liquid your pussy oozed out pool onto the desk as Hotaru’s hands nearly folded you in half; the mechanic close to his own relief.
A rough hand came down to your sticky and stretched pussy, thumb rubbing circles on your sensitive clit that sent bouts of pleasure through your body. Each swift movement his thumb did against your puffy bud, you couldn’t help but have your pelvis follow close behind. His thumb goes up, your hips raise. His thumb goes down, your hips follow. The intricate yet harsh dance your bodies did resounded in the dusty office, the desk crying out from all the force, warning of splintering damage.
Your mechanic was absolutely enchanted with it all. He enjoyed seeing your pussy practically be a suction cup; with each draw back your cunt seemed to hold on, practically begging him to stay inside, begging for him to keep going, begging to be painted white with his seed. “I’ll m-make you feel good..fuck, just leave it to me..” Hotaru promised before folding you even further, lips roughly melding with yours and swallowing every pathetic mewl and moan. His lips traveled to your jaw as your vision became spotted and blurry; your release approaching steadfast.
“ ‘M gonna- ‘M gonna, fuuck, ‘M-” Your choppy declaration couldn’t leave your spit covered lips properly as each thrust interrupted you and forced you to restart your sentence. If Hotaru had half a mind, he would’ve stopped right in his tracks again and have you plead for your orgasm. Fortunately for you, his own release was nearly there, evident by his thrust getting ever so sloppy with each push into your stretched pussy.
“Y-yeah? Gonna cum f’me baby?” His words sent a throb to your cunt, your head nodding sluggishly. A breathy chuckle left Hotaru as your hands encased his own that held onto the back of your knees. “Fuuck, you can do it baby..cum on this cock, lemme hear you..” As if on command, your body jerked. A choked, drawn out moan resounded from your mouth as your back arched up, your orgasm running its course through your body.
You pussy contracted on his dick with every jerk your body did as you endured your powerful yet anticipated release. It felt as if you reached nirvana; bliss being the only thing coursing through your mind. Your mechanic, on the other hand, was starting to lose it. He wanted to keep going, to drag this out as much as possible, but your orgasm did nothing but foil his plan. Sweet, high and barely restrained whimpers tumbled from his lips as he basked in your contractions.
Coming down from your high, you couldn’t help the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation of his thrusts; Hotaru’s pathetic whimpers coaxing you to pay attention to him, to see your quick to anger, hard to understand and hard to socialize mechanic be reduced to a pitiful state as his orgasm finally arrived.
Hotaru’s whimpers abruptly stopped as his hips staggered, only producing miniscule thrusts as his hot cum decorated your tight and sopping walls; his fingers twitching with each pulse of cum. As if a switch flipped in his head, your mechanic groaned deeply and loudly as his body lurched forward, subconsciously trying his hardest to go as deep as he possibly could into your cum stuffed pussy. Shaky, heavy pants heaved from him as you groaned softly at the newfound sensation of his cock emptying inside you, some of it oozing out of your cunt.
Sighing heavily, the spent mechanic slowly and carefully pulled out, eyes entranced by the sight of your mixed liquids stretch into thin lines connecting you two as his cock fully left you. Long, rough fingers lowered themselves to your entrance and separated your folds more, the gentle action sending a slight shockwave through you. He was absolutely enthralled by your gaping and abused cunt. His fingers continued playing in your pussy, ears completely deaf to your moans of overstimulation.
In and out. In between folds, up and down. Those were the simple yet powerful dance moves Hotaru’s fingers did, his mind blank besides the fascination of seeing your messy cunt decorated. This state of mind was similar to the one he’d be in whenever working on the current machine in the lot. Your legs twitched with each move his fingers did against your battered and bruised pussy. “H-Hotaru, you’re gonna make me cum..” your soft, tearful declaration received no response from the mechanic who was too deep in his work.
To your, albeit painful, enjoyment, his fingers kept dancing nonstop despite your mewls and words of pleasure. With hitched breaths, you couldn't help the pleasure formed tears decorate your lashes as your second orgasm came fast approaching. Cum coated thumb and pointer finger gently pinched and rubbed your clit, your sensitive and delicate bud eliciting electricity through you. As if on cue with Hotaru’s newfound enjoyment with your clit, your second release finally came.
Saccharine moans dripped from your mouth as it washed over you, your body shivering with each intense pulse of pleasure. It wasn’t until you reached out and gripped Hotaru’s veiny forearm that he stopped his unintentional torture; his sharp eyes leaving their enchanted state and giving you a look of puzzlement. Hotaru was confused as to why you stopped him. Couldn’t you see he was busy toying with your pussy? “What’s the problem?”
An airy chuckle of disbelief flew from your mouth as you carefully raised yourself up on your elbows, dull pain starting to form below the waist. “You’re awful, y’know that ‘Taru?” Hotaru’s large hand encased yours as he pulled you forward, helping you sit up properly. A slowly growing smirk adorned his face as it finally dawned onto your mechanic what he’d done.
“What do you me-” Before he could properly feign innocence, a loud crash emitted from outside followed by a loud and rushed ‘I’m so sorry, Haganezuka-San! It happened again!’ You watched your mechanic in absolute confusion as he swore loudly and hastily got dressed, rushing to pull a knife from the desk drawer. “That fucking idiot! Tanjiro! Don’t run away from me!”
“Wait!-” Your words died out as your ever so hot tempered mechanic ran out, not caring to clean you up or even just talk to you for a bit. You sat there, stumped on what just transpired, your mind running over all the things that happened from watching your crush fix your car, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind by your crush, and watching your crush attempt to murder a child. Truthfully, you wondered if moving forward in the future with him as your new source of pleasure was worth putting up with his attitude. As the dust particles in the air floated and the ticking of the wall clock filled the silence of the room, you reached your firm conclusion.
The Lowdown: Kyojuro is a really good boy! He fights evil, helps those in need and is forever at the feet of his Mistress! But, OH, won't she reward him for a job well done?
The Things to know: dom!fem!reader, whiny kyo, orgasm denial, handjob, teasing
Pairing: Rengoku K. x dom!fem!reader
W/C: >1k
A/N: Hellooo, everynyan, how are you? Fine, thank you. Oh my gahh. This is a late Birthday Gift to the ever so lovely, ever so dom, @vampcubus. Huge shoutout to @renhoeku for being the partner we all aspire to be, your love and care for Ashi is absolutely inspiring and I enjoy seeing you guys act like lovebirds on the dash lmao. Happy Birthday, Ashi! I hope you enjoy this and that your birthday is/was a spectacular one! I'm so sorry this is late, assignments were and still are riding my back
“P-please, y/n..lemme, lemme cum..” The whiny plea your boyfriend gave did nothing but evoke a dangerous smile from you. Kyojuro finally came back from a month long mission and instantly wanted to be rewarded for his job well done saving civilians and being an effective soldier in the war against demons. But you, on the other hand, wanted him to work a little bit more for his reward. Cooing softly, you slowed your hand down that was pumping Kyojuro’s needy and leaky cock, relishing in the protesting whimpers that escaped his throat.
“Mm, mm-mm baby. Not yet, I wish to see how long you can hold out for..” You purred, eyes watching as his hips twitched upwards into your warm and precum covered palm. A nervous shiver traveled down his spine as he realized the grave mistake he made. You didn’t want him to fuck your hand. You didn’t want him to disobey your very clear order and yet that’s exactly what he did. As clammy hands gripped the sheets besides his legs, Kyojuro’s ears perked at the soft tutting from your mouth. “Oh, Kyo, I thought you were a good boy. Good boys always follow orders. We’re gonna have to fix that…anomaly, of yours.”
Before Kyojuro could plead once more for his long awaited release, your hand stopped moving, finding its place right at his reddened tip. With a swift motion, your thumb languidly ran itself over his leaky slit; thumb lightly pressing down in intervals. Choked out whimpers and moans tumbled from the flame hashira as you tortured his cock, eyes deliriously looking everywhere as the pleasurable feeling took over his body. “Y/n, fuck- please, I won’t do it again j-just, lemme cuum..” His slurred words ended in a drawn out moan as your tongue ran itself over his tip, the sweet yet salty undertone precum settling on your tongue. With a moan you lifted your head, lips gently touching his tip.
“You really wanna cum, Kyo?” You teased softly, Kyojuro immediately reacting with his head shaking lazily. Humming in approval, your hand began to pump him once more but faster, mouth encasing and sucking on his rusty pink tip. Kyojuro’s head craned back on the sweat drenched pillow as his moans grew louder; hips subconsciously bucking up into your hand once more. You made a mental note to yourself to reprimand him of his action, but for now you’d allow it. Hollowing out your cheeks, your pussy throbbed at a loud groan that rumbled from your delirious boyfriend.
“I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop…don’t, don’t stop baby please..” Kyojuro begged, the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm teetering on the edge. Just before he could finally taste the moment he’d been waiting for, you stopped your actions; hand and mouth leaving his cock entirely as you sat up and chuckled. Furrowed and knit eyebrows dawned on his face as he soaked in your clear mocking. A whimper caught in his throat as he finally realized your plan. You were never gonna let him cum this early, you were above that. As if in slow motion, he watched as your devious smile grew bigger and hand hovering mere millimeters from his cock.
Hey y'all! This is one (4/5) of my submissions for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Month Collab. This is also the sequel to my other submitted fic, "Imagining" (Highly recommend you read that first before this!)! If you wish to join, then please check out their post regarding the collab!
Thing to know: AFAB!Reader, making out, drunken confession, cunnilingus, fingering, grool (term for female cum), sensual body rubs, rough, spanking, accidental creampie, dirty talk, praise, marking/biting, hair tugging (m. receiving), drunken birthday sex, no aftercare
W/C: 3.2K
Words/Phrases to know: Inari Ōkami - Goddess of Sake (rice wine), Aizen Myō-ō - Wisdom King known to transform earthy desires (love/lust) into spiritual awakening, Contrary Motion - The movement of two melodic lines in opposite directions, Pianissimo - Very soft
Kyojuro didn’t know how this all started. Okay, maybe that was a lie. He knew the actions that led up to it all, but he didn’t know if this was all his imagination or plain old reality. He knew that you planned a birthday party for him at your house, inviting all the hashira and cooking heaps of food for his never ending appetite. He knew that there was alcohol present and that you all played drinking games. He knew that the party ended with Giyuu being carried off by Tengen, everyone stumbling out wishing him a happy birthday and their farewells. He also knew that he stayed behind to help with cleanup as well as pack up any leftover food to bring home.
What he also knew was that he was absolutely enamored with you; the strong and passionate emotions he had towards you made it difficult to even focus on sweeping your kitchen floor. He always had a thing for you, always staring at you when you weren’t looking, memorizing every detail from how you purse your lips to a bad smell to the folds in your hands whenever you balled your fists. Before the current events unfolded, he was sweeping over his feet, too distracted by how your back arched when you stretched after picking up trash. He wondered how it would look beneath him, his rough digits going over your spine and between your shoulder blades.
It wasn’t until the sweet, silver jingle of your laughter broke him out of his trance, pointing out his less than adequate sweeping. Of course, not wanting to give himself away, Kyojuro simply chalked up his terrible cleaning to the alcohol still coursing through his veins. Now, Kyojuro knew that was absolutely true. But, that’s what makes it a bit fuzzy for him. He knew the drinks were to blame for what happened. He knew that the drinks were why you got closer to him, your enchanting eyes peering up into his own nervous ones; mind anxious on what you were planning. He knew that the drinks were why his hands carelessly ran themselves up and down your body; traveling down from your shoulders to your plump waist, gliding his hands up and down and feeling the fabric of your kimono ruffling under his touch.
Kyojuro blamed it on the strong drinks for the reason why he was inching his face to yours, telling you absolutely everything. Telling you how much he loved you and how long he felt this way, how he can never focus or do things properly because of you. Even telling you the intimate acts he would do at night when you plagued his mind; how he always wondered what you looked like with his cum oozing from your battered pussy. How he wondered if you liked doing things this way or that. He also blamed it on the drinks for how your lips mashed haphazardly with fervor; the taste of the sake from his tongue intermingling with the taste of the wine from your plump lips and mouth. The way how your nimble arms wrapped themselves around his neck, your hand lightly tugging on his hair and eliciting a soft groan from his throat was all because of the drinks.
There were some intimate things about you that he already knew. Things he wouldn’t confess to you no matter how drunk he was. He knew just how sweet your pleasure filled moans sounded, how your body twitches and convulses when you reach your orgasm and how your pussy squeezed at nothing when you came. He knew that seeing you experience an orgasm caused him to have his own almost instantaneously.
He knew how you both reached into the nearest room; how his hands rushed to strip you naked as you both stumbled from the kitchen and into the room, how he practically tripped and fell on top of you. Like the last time that happened, a sober Kyojuro would’ve immediately gotten up and apologized profusely with a deep red shade on his face. But this time he was too busy trailing kisses on your neck, sucking right at the nook of your neck and shoulder. He knew that somehow you managed to get his clothes off, the fact becoming apparent to him when he felt your cold fingers glide down his chest, moving themselves to his sides before slowly climbing back up to his shoulders; all the while sending tingles throughout his body.
Kyojuro knew for a fact what you looked like when he raised himself up from his barrage of kisses and markings; your eyes saying nothing but “take me”, your spit covered lips parted slightly as your soft pants did nothing but bring life to your desirable bosom. He knew that after tonight, he would forget most things but your face of bliss and anticipated pleasure was something he wouldn’t forget. He would remember how your skin felt against his lips as he kissed inside your thighs, trailing kisses from your meaty flesh to your clit before digging in to his new favorite meal; the taste of your nectar melting and settling on his tongue. He’d remember how soft your hips felt as his hands found a home in the folds of them, your heels slightly digging into his back. He’d remember how his scalp felt when you tugged on his hair and how sweet your noises of pleasure fell onto his ears, encouraging him to keep going.
If what he was experiencing with you wasn’t reality, he’d still memorize how your warm pussy felt around his fingers as he sucked on your sensitive clit; relishing in the wet noises your pussy made and the moans your beautiful mouth released. This was all a memorization test to him, seeing just how much he would be able to recall the morning after, judging on whether or not he’d be able to recall feeling your pussy contract on his fingers as you came, how your grool tasted as he licked his fingers clean, and how his chin felt lathered in your cum.
Now, here is where Kyojuro didn’t know something. In this moment he was staring at your back in all its bare glory; finally seeing your spinal valley and how it curved with your arch, finally feeling just how soft and plump your ass felt as he rubbed it; anticipation bubbling inside of him. He did his best to memorize how your chest and cheek mushed with the floor, your forearms caging your head as your hands stretched forward; reminding him of a stretching cat. What Kyojuro didn’t know is just how good you would feel, sucking him inside your needy pussy. He didn’t know what it would feel like to have your ass slap against his pelvis nor see how it would look as it ricocheted against him. What he did know was that neither you or him could wait any longer.
Lining himself up with one hand while the other stayed on your ass, Kyojuro sighed softly as his tip was kissed by your wet folds, just the minimal touch sending a pulse through his body. Going deeper didn’t pose an issue for him, your already sopping and gaping pussy eagerly welcoming him, however you couldn’t bear with the burning stretch he gave you. The only words you could mumble out being: “S’too much, Kyo.” “Can’t take it...” All Kyojuro could do to ease your discomfort was to plant hot and meaningful kisses on your shoulders and whisper into your ear just how amazing you felt, how your pussy felt so warm around his cock. With his muscled chest flushed against your back, Kyojuro finally bottomed out, ears perking up at your soft moan from feeling so full.
Sighing softly at the newfound sensation, Kyojuro’s rough hands traveled down your forearms, his own arms covering yours and hands intertwining with yours. It was this small act alone that made him realize just how much he enjoyed feeling how tiny your hands were compared to his. A soft whine left your lips as you felt him kiss your neck again, giving you time to adjust to his size. Soft kisses moving from your shoulder to the back of your ear; his breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Slowly raising himself up, Kyojuro made sure to drag his hands up your arms, over your shoulders and down your back before settling down on your plush waist; ensuring his fingertips left you with a tickling sensation.
He truly wanted to savor this night, the possibility of you waking up sober tomorrow and no longer wanting to deal with your newly changed relationship frightened him. He would, of course, respect your decision to put space between the both of you, but right now he was trying to change your mind before you even got the chance to think about tomorrow. This was his audition, and you were the evaluator.
Pulling his hips back slowly, Kyojuro couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly, trying its best to stop him from going back; only wanting him to go deeper. The primitive, carnal part of him spoke to him, demanding that he stop restraining himself and prove to you that he can do a better job than your fingers. That you won’t have to touch yourself with your door ajar anymore.
That insatiable part of him only came out on the occasions he palmed himself in the dead of night, when his head would be full of the delusion of you bouncing on his cock, of you bringing him to his release. It scared him a little bit, how a distinguished and respectable hashira such as himself had such lowly desires. But despite the voice beckoning him to hurry up and breed you, he pushed back in slowly; flaming eyes taking in how your body slightly shifted forward as his pelvis met your warm ass. A soft moan you let out into the air was all he needed to continue with his lewd actions.
Continuing on with his slow and languid thrusts, Kyojuro’s mind began to muddle a bit more. He genuinely couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol doing that or if it was the euphoric feeling of your tight pussy. Regardless, Rengoku Kyojuro was in nirvana and he didn’t want the moment to end. He knew that your moans were like music to him, but he didn’t know just how enchanting they could be when he was the reason for them. He knew that if his fantasies were to come true, he would be lost in it all, but he didn’t expect to be so lost that his eyes would roll back a bit.
It was as if there was a ticking timer in his head, counting down to when Kyojuro could finally let go and abuse your pussy like how he always imagined when he pleasured himself at night in his room. Every time he would interrupt his slow rhythm by pushing as deep as he could and staying there for a second, the timer would fast forward a lot. Every time his hand came crashing down to your ass, smacking one side and then the other before kneading it entirely with his large hands as if it was clay, the timer leaped forward. Every whine and groan you gave out with every thrust and stinging slap sped up the timer, the internal buzzing mere seconds away.
“Y-You’re so perfect..fuck..” Was all he could say as he squeezed your waist, treating it as a stress ball as his eyes drank in the sight of his cock dawning on a nice coating of your grool; the sight finally evoking the loud buzzing in the flame hasira’s intoxicated head. His fingers dug deeper into your flesh as his hips finally snapped and hit your ass with fast and rough precision; your moans getting louder and matching his pace. His incandescent eyes were enthralled by how your ass moved like rippling water, the sound alone filling his partially deaf ears.
Plap.Plap.Plap.Plap.Plap.
The sticky sound of your ass and his pelvis making bruising contact echoed in the room, drowning out your weeps and cries of pleasure. Moving to a one leg kneel position, both you and Kyojuro couldn’t help but moan loudly at the newfound depth; causing you to instinctively push your ass back to the best of your abilities despite the bruising hold he had on you. Kyojuro watched in awe as your grool decorated his cock even more, thick lines of it filling the grooves of his veins and trickling down his heavy balls, with some of it even drenching his dark fuzz; the sight most definitely needed the most space in his buzzed mind.
“Sh-Shit, Kyoou..feels s-so good..” You slurred out, your dirty praise sending shockwaves into Kyojuro’s body and a low moan to rumble from his chest. You arched your back more, trying your hardest to mush your stomach to the cool floor, causing some of Kyojuro’s fingers to get squeezed by your hips. His rough hands backed up and gripped your ass, slightly pushing it up and apart as he tried to get a better view of your creamy and stretched pussy. It was as if one of the greats painted the view itself; the lewd mixture of pre-cum and cream being pulled into thin ropes with every pull back before collapsing on themselves with every wet connection of skin.
“H-Hah..doing so well f’me..” Was all Kyojuro could mutter in his sake and lust filled state of mind before snaking his arms under your armpits; warm hands raising you up close to his chest, one wrapping itself over your torso while the other simply held your neck gently, slightly tilting it to give him access to your already marked-up skin. With this new position, it was as if Kyojuro’s carnal side of him took over completely. Deep and guttural groans filled your ears as Kyojuro gave in to his long held lust, teeth grazing and biting on your tender neck, each nibble sending pulses to your stuffed pussy.
“I’ve always thought of this..a-always wanted it. You pro- hah fuck, probably never even noticed how much I’ve wanted you..” Kyojuro confessed into your ear, his flushed face hiding behind your shoulder as he pressed a scorching hot kiss to it, groaning at the feeling of your hand traveling through his blond tresses and tugging. In that moment, Kyojuro could've sworn he felt the maddening powers of Inari Ōkami and Aizen Myō-ō flowing through his veins. He was telling the truth, all of it. Honeyed words of longing desire and admiration poured from his mouth as he felt your pussy begin to squeeze on his dick; your nonverbal signal of your fast approaching orgasm.
Calloused fingers lowered themselves to your clit, squeezing and rubbing the sensitive bud while Kyojuro could feel his pot begin to bubble over. Kyojuro was sure, no, absolutely positive that none of this was real. He wasn’t actually pistoning into you with all the stamina and energy that he had left in his inebriated state. He wasn’t marking you as his and sinking into your every mewl and moan of pleasure. You weren’t actually holding onto him for dear life, using him for your sexual release. This all had to be one drunken dream of a pervert. There’d be no way that you, an esteemed ally and friend, would be currently pleading for him to delve deeper and harder into your sopping pussy.
But yet, despite him believing it all to be fake, it all felt too real to him. You felt warm under his touch, your lips felt velvety against his own with every sloppy and open mouthed kiss. He could practically feel your own private emotions towards him radiate off of your body and seep into every kiss and hair pull you gifted him. Dark eyebrows furrowed in restraint as Kyojuro felt your pussy squeeze around him once more, his mind subconsciously bracing for the long awaited moment.
Feeling your orgasm wash over you with the strength of a tsunami, your hand instinctively gripped the arm that still held a vice grip around your torso; your pelvis jerking with each thrust and pulse of your release. Now, this was where Kyojuro’s mind truly blanked. Just like last time, to his own pleasant surprise, you reaching your own release, your own peak and reward of sexual intimacy, only made the poor flame pillar come undone in mere milliseconds. However, this intimate discovery came with a daunting catch that was only made apparent at this moment. Having your orgasm be the key to his own, as enthralling as it may be, meant that Rengoku Kyojuro would cum instantaneously…even when he didn’t mean to at that moment.
Kyojuro’s torrid eyes rolled back in his skull with blurred vision as his own release arrived; his cock pulsating in your gummy walls with every spurt of hot seed. Your fingers gripped his arm tighter as you sank into the pleasurable feeling of his cum filling you up, the addicting heat of it feeling like nothing you’ve ever experienced. The contrary motions of your airy moans and his baritone groans carried out into the humid air of the room; your drawn out voices being the final and ending note to the sexual music piece of the night. Pulling out slowly, Kyojuro’s lips lightly grazed your shoulder as you released a soft sigh; feeling the cum slowly ooze out and begin its journey down your inner thigh.
The standing ovation from the chirping crickets outside intermingled with the heavy pants that puffed out from you both; fatigue hitting Kyojuro like a train as he slowly collapsed to the floor, dragging your tired body with him with relative ease. It didn’t take long for Kyojuro to succumb to slumber, his pianissimo snores escaping him. Resting your head upon his slightly damp and muscular chest, you allowed the steady drumming of his heart lull you into the realm of sleep. In his head, Kyojuro didn’t fall asleep, leaving you to your devices. No, in his head he was giving you soft and passionate kisses, reaffirming every word he said in the heat of the moment. He was giving you a proper, less lewd, confession of his love; a confession that he had practiced in secret for months.
But in reality, in the reality that he had trouble accepting, he was sleeping peacefully with his muse of romance. He was experiencing something he had always imagined and dreamed of; something he always assumed was out of reach from him. The crickets were chirping just outside the pleasant sight of two lovers in a slumbering embrace, a soft blanket of tranquility and ease covering them while a small seed was planted between them with so much young and newfound love. However, there was a reality steadily approaching the lovers, a reality that couldn’t be denied with inebriated minds. A reality of a train’s whistle was being polished, getting ready to leave its short retirement; getting ready to change fate forever on its iron tracks.
Hey y'all! This is one (3/5) of my submissions for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Month Collab. If you wish to join, then please check out their post regarding the collab! This fic was somewhat inspired by THG:Catching Fire. I wanted to write about Kyojuro from a slightly outside perspective using reader and Shinjuro.
Things to know: angst to comfort, established relationship, platonic!Shinjuro
W/C: 3.1k
not proofread and uploaded at 2am so i apologize for any mistakes
Kyojuro anxiously fidgeted with the hair tie in his battle worn hands, his worry filled gaze looking in the mirror. Today was a very special day, an extremely special day. Today was the day that Kyojuro Rengoku, your loving and wonderful boyfriend, would finally introduce you to his family.
Finally putting his hair into a neat ponytail after three failed attempts, your boyfriend sighed softly; wondering how the day would go. He knew that Senjuro would love you, he’d always ask about you in his letters while Kyojuro was away or pester him when he was home. Senjuro was fine. The issue resided in his father. He had brought you up only three times to his father in the past; the first time was to ask for advice on how to ask you out which didn’t turn out too well. All his father said before turning his back to him was a simple yet stern, “My advice? Save her the trouble of dealing with you.”
The second time was when he informed his father about his successful mission in calling you his girl. The Rengoku senior’s response? “She must be stupid.” It took a bit of willpower and strength for Kyojuro to stop his hand from connecting with his father’s face. The third and final time? Just yesterday when he told him about you coming over to meet. As per usual, his father’s response was nothing but negativity. “Don’t embarrass her, Kyojuro.”
Whatever that meant.
With that thought, Kyojuro huffed in slight annoyance as he smoothed out his hakama. He didn’t expect his father to be the cheerful and passionate man he once was, he didn’t expect him to converse with you as if you were his very own daughter. All he wanted, truthfully and realistically, was for his father to say a short greeting and go back to his room. “It’ll be fine. She’ll be fine. I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine.” Kyojuro muttered softly as he watched his eyebrows relax in his reflection, thinking back to when you told him that his eyebrows were one of your favorite things about his body.
A soft knock resounded on his door, the even softer voice of his brother followed. “Anuie, um, are you ready?” Dear, Kami-Sama. This was the fifth time today that Senjuro had asked him if he was ready, the first time waking him up from his sleep. Kyojuro beamed as he opened the door, incandescent eyes drinking in his brother’s contained excitement that filled his face. He loved his brother, and he absolutely loved how much he loved you. Even though Senjuro only knew you from his letters, it was obvious just how much you meant to his little brother. Senjuro would often dream of you, hugging him and brushing his hair; all the motherly things he didn’t get to experience.
“Now,” Patting Senjuro’s head, he walked past his brother and closed the door, “I’m ready.” A giant smile instantly grew on Senjuro’s face as he followed his older brother to the front gate, happiness radiating off of his small frame. As Kyojuro fixed the zori on his feet, Senjuro gave him a small blue box; golden koi fish and cranes decorated it.
“This is for her, Anuie. Make sure to not eat it before you get there.” Senjuro warned, evoking a hearty laugh from his Anuie. Senjuro didn’t understand what was so funny. He was finally gonna meet you and he wanted to make a good first impression but his brother thought this was a laughing matter!
“I feel like you’re more excited today than me, Senjuro. If I wasn’t so wise I’d even say you’d wanna date her!” Seeing Senjuro’s face dawn a bright red shade, Kyojuro folded his arms in amusement and understanding. “Don’t worry, she already thinks highly of you. And I’ll make sure to not eat your gift. I promise.”
Senjuro simply nodded before shooing his brother onto the street. “J-Just hurry up, I still have a lot to do in the kitchen.” And with his brother’s final words, Kyojuro embarked on his journey to your house, heart fluttering with both excitement and worry with each step.
Shutting the door behind his brother, Senjuro released a small sigh, anxiety running through his veins. He truly wanted today to go well, he didn’t want you to run off at the sight of their broken family. Turning around, Senjuro jumped in surprise as he saw his father lean against the wall, sharp eyes gazing at the door. “Father, you startled me, I didn’t expect you to be there.”
“She should just dump him.” He said gruffly, crossing his arms. Senjuro blinked, taken aback by his father’s words.
“What- do you mean, Father?” He inquired, nervous hands gripping his hakama. Shinjuro grunted before walking off.
“She’d be better off if she stopped wasting her time with him. All he’ll do is bring her down.” Was all he said to a shocked and albeit hurt, Senjuro. He knew about the opinions his father held against his sons and was familiar with them every time he went on a drunken spiel, but to hear him say that regarding his older brother’s lover was something he didn’t expect. Sighing and walking towards the kitchen, Senjuro just hoped his father was wrong and that things would work out.
Kyojuro released a soft chuckle at the scene that unfolded before him. Next to him on the edge of the engawa, you looked at Senjuro with so much patience and care as he stuttered in trying to converse with you. His face was beet red as he tried to share with you his hobbies, the boy’s eyes looking anywhere but you. You, on the other hand, thought it was all adorable; seeing a miniature Kyojuro all bashful and shy, the complete opposite of the actual Kyojuro.
The day so far had gone as smoothly as any of you had hoped for. Although you were a bit disappointed in not meeting Kyojuro’s father, you did understand their situation and sympathized; who wouldn’t go in a depressive state after losing the love of their life? In fact, if you were being absolutely honest, you’d probably be stuck in such a state if Kyojuro died. Then again, you were also a bit grateful that he hadn’t appeared all now; the memories of Kyojuro informing you of his father’s stern demeanor entering your mind.
Taking another sip of his tea, Kyojuro watched with love filled eyes as you softly reassured Senjuro and patted his head; the young boy nearly crumbling at the action. He knew the two of you would get along perfectly, but not this perfect. You being in the Rengoku estate was like a new light had entered a dark and damp cave, warming up the cold earth. For the first time in a long time, his home felt full, complete, put back together.
“Y-Yes but if I had to choose, pickled plums would be- father!” Senjuro’s explanation was cut short as the abrupt arrival of their father sucked out the air around you, the once engulfing warmth being replaced with mind numbing coldness. Kyojuro whipped his head around to see a look of absolute disapproval in his father’s sharp features; his eyes looking at his eldest before resting on your now nervous façade. Standing up, you wiped your hands on your kimono before bowing.
“Rengoku-Sama, i-it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I am-” Your nervous introduction was cut short by Shinjuro, his battle worn hand raising itself to stop you. Your breath hitched at his motion, what if he already hated you? Was it because you wore the wrong attire? Or was it simply because he was one of those old men that didn’t think those younger than them should speak out of turn? Oh, Kami-Sama, you thought. Just let him be upset at my attire and nothing else.
“I know who you are. I’m only telling you this for your own good; you’re making a mistake.” He stated, sharp incandescent eyes swimming with multitudes of emotion. As you slowly processed his cryptic words, you began to dissect the mixed look he gave you. His face carried nothing but annoyance but his eyes, his eyes held worry, nostalgia and..sorrow? What did he mean by this? Surely, he meant that it would be a mistake to love someone with a higher, more noble status than you, right? Sucking air through your teeth, you watched as Kyojuro asked the very question on your mind, confusion and barely hidden hurt laced in his eyes.
“What do you mean, Father?” He asked in an abnormally soft voice, searching for any hint or answer in his father’s features. He didn’t understand. His father barely knew you, just your name and that you make his son trip over his own feet and disrupt his concentration breathing by giving him a simple smile. You held so much power over him and that wasn’t a bad thing, right? His father was like that when his mother was alive, hell he was probably a bigger love-sick fool than he let on.
“I meant what I said. She should be smart enough to figure it out. You know what we are, don’t you y/n? You understand perfectly and you’d be a fool to do anything but follow my words.” He said gruffly, eyes searching your face for the moment you figured it out; the moment you met him on the same wavelength. Without waiting for a proper response or question from any of you, Shinjuro left the engawa, leaving behind the three of you in a perplexed stupor.
With a slight frown, Kyojuro stood up and bowed. “I’m really sorry, y/n. My father he- you shouldn’t take his words to heart, he’s just-” Sighing and admitting defeat for lack of reasoning, he sank down to the wooden floor once more, a reassuring smile on his lips and saddened eyes resting on the sunset before turning to you, rough hands encasing your own. “I just didn’t think he’d leave his room. But never mind that, I should take you back home now, before it gets dark.”
You gave him a slight nod and that soft smile he absolutely adored, your heart banging with twinged sorrow and hope. At least he didn’t think lowly of you and went into a drunken rage. Senjuro rested his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Anuie is right, father’s words can get a bit jumbled up when he's not all there. I’ll go pack you some snacks to bring home.” Shooting a narrowed gaze at his elder brother, his next words were laced with a cold warning. “Do not eat them on the way there, Anuie.” Hissing his words to his older brother, Senjuro quickly left for the kitchen, his eyes not leaving his brother until he was out of view.
Chuckling, Kyojuro rubbed the back of his neck. “He really does cherish you, I’d say he likes you a bit more than me!” You released a quick, short breath, humoring your boyfriend’s comment as your mind traveled elsewhere. You knew what his family was, what they were known for by those who did the same line of work. You knew and saw the potential dangers Kyojuro’s occupation entailed; evident by the couple of nights he would stumble into your home battered and bruised. You thought it was amazing and down right inspirational, seeing your boyfriend carry the torch from his father and ancestors with pride and dignity. At times you even envied him, possessing practically unlimited stamina and burning passion to fight for the weak.
Getting up, Kyojuro outstretched his hand for you to take, helping you up with ease. “Let’s get going, Sunflower. I can carry you all the way home if you wish.” Kyojuro ushered, gently pulling you along but stopping as he felt you stay in place. You had a hunch, based on Shinjuro’s words. He was a stern man, and from what Kyojuro had said about him from when he was a child, one that upheld a code of honor and justice. He and his wife were together for a while, managing to have two wonderful children in their time. His mother must’ve fretted over her husband every time he was out on a mission. Could that be the reasoning behind Shinjuro’s cryptic yet crystal clear words? Was he asking you to not be worried over his son?
“Kyojuro, wait, please.” You said, your short spell of silence finally broken. With a cocked eyebrow, Kyojuro looked at you with curiosity and tender love.
“Hm? What is it?” You let go of his hand as you dithered, the warmth leaving your hands as you were unsure how your request would come off.
“I wish to speak to your father,” Kyojuro’s face quickly morphed into one of utter confusion and bewilderment. “It’s just for a moment and then we can go.” You bit your lip as you watched the gears in your boyfriend’s head turn, clearly thinking hard about his answer. “Just show me to his room, I want to talk to him about something important.”
“Regarding his words?” Kyojuro asked as you nodded quickly to his question. Looking down the corridor his father disappeared down, he sighed softly. “Alright, I’ll take you to him. But, I cannot predict anything he says so if he says anything brash, just ignore it.” He complied, grabbing your hand again before guiding you down the darkening hallway. Stopping in front of the closed screen door, Kyojuro knocked on the wood.
“Father, y/n would like to say goodbye before we leave.” Opening the door, Kyojuro revealed to you a depressing scene; his father sitting and facing the darkening sky, his back being the only thing greeting you both. Entering the room, you shut the door behind you, a quiet yet clear signal that what you had to say was between you and his father.
Sitting down at the door, your senses soaked in the lingering scent of sake and the chill of the room. For a few pensive moments, it was silent. Shinjuro didn’t turn around as you shuffled closer and closer, finally stopping next to him. “Rengoku-Sama?” You called as you watched his sharp eyes continue to gaze out, not bothering to give you any attention. “Rengoku-Sama, you’re concerned, aren’t you? Concerned about me and how I’d manage if Kyojuro die-”
“When he dies. When.” He corrected quickly. “The damned idiot is destined to die early. It would’ve been one thing to die and not leave anyone that loves him behind but now you’re in the picture. And he’s an idiot for making you face such a possibility.” And with his last words, he looked at you, eyes swimming with sympathy. “I was an idiot for making Ruka worry every time I left, always waiting for a crow to tell her I died. I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t want that for you.” You blinked in slight shock, drinking in his words. “You seem like an alright person, someone that deserves the best, normal life possible. This isn’t normal. Having the one you love risk their life nearly every night fighting demons, isn’t normal.” He finished, fingers weaving and cracking themselves as he waited for your response.
You had to admit, you thought about the daunting possibility of Kyojuro dying on a mission, worried to hear his crow tell you the news of him dying with honor. His work life wasn’t an ideal one, especially when considering the domestic dream you both shared. But, that’s also what you loved about him. How he was able to protect people from what goes bump in the night, to be able to stare right at the perpetrators of inhuman cruelty and live to tell the tale. How he managed to see terrifying scenes of men, women and children killed and blood splattered everywhere yet still uphold that tantalizing smile that seemed to warm everything around it.
“I..understand what you mean.” You spoke softly, a small smile gracing your lips. “I get a bit afraid too whenever he’s away. I try not to think about it but the fear is always there. I’ve also thought about the possibility of him dying as well and if I were to be honest, I might not take it too well.” Shinjuro’s eyes widened a bit, taken aback by your honesty. “However, I think that just goes to show how much I love him, don't you think? To love someone so much that them reaching the end of their short life span would be absolutely devastating. But, I think the manner in which he dies will make me feel very proud.”
Your smile grew a bit wider as you looked out to the sky. “Kyojuro is a man who upholds a strong sense of duty and justice. He believes that protecting the weak from those that misuse their strength is his birthright and I admire him for that. He truly understands the weight his righteous mission brings on his shoulders. He appreciates the little things in life. So, for him to die in battle, would be the best way he could die.” Looking again at Shinjuro, you took in his slightly furrowed eyebrows; sake drenched mind trying its best to take in your words. “I’m okay, not being able to live a normal life with a normal man. I love the extraordinary aspects of life, I fell in love with an extraordinary man! And I wouldn’t trade that in for nothing.”
Standing up, you brushed off your kimono, nimble fingers running over the detailed fabric. “Rengoku-Sama, thank you for being concerned about my future and worrying about what’s best for me. You truly are a nice person. But you needn’t worry anymore. I’ll be alright, I promise. Take care, now.” You said softly, finally leaving Shinjuro to his lonesome as you left the room.
Hearing yours and Kyojuro’s footsteps recede down the hall, the elder Rengoku sighed, mulling over your endearing words about his son. He hadn’t really thought about it in that way; having death in battle be the most optimal and respectful end to his son’s life. Instead, he used to see it as a way to show how weak a slayer was, a way to show to the world how talentless the person was while alive. Shinjuro felt his lips curl ever so slightly at the thought of you. The once chilled room seemed to flood with embracing warmth as Shinjuro’s gaze fell on the lone headstone under the blue wisteria.
“Kyojuro really did choose a good one, right Ruka?”
Hey y'all! This is one (2/5) of my submissions for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Month Collab. If you wish to join, then please check out their post regarding the collab!
Things to know: Oral (m. receiving), established relationship, public, Teacher x Teacher, almost caught, swallowing
W/C: 1.3k
This jumps straight into the smut so the cut is a precaution!
A soft, languid sigh flew from Kyojuro’s partially opened mouth as the ticking from his classroom’s clock and the pattering of rain filled the room. Incandescent eyes darted around, never resting on one particular object as he tried his hardest to not look down. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he looked down for a second, if he even glanced, at what was transpiring under his desk, he would come undone in an instant. A choked out groan resounded in his throat as his tip reached the back of your throat, a soft gag emitting from your throat. Today was Kyojuro’s birthday and you had been teasing him all day about his birthday gift.
Lingering yet subtle touches on his neck and arms, longing gazes and even loud dirty jokes shared between you and Tengen were more than enough clues for Kyojuro to pick up on. It left him anxious for the majority of the day, watching and waiting to see what you’d do. If you would wait until school ended to reward him for another year of aging or if you would pull him into a storage closet during break, thankfully you chose the former.
Kyojuro’s hands that had stayed on his desk, curled into tight fists as he suppressed a loud groan; feeling your nimble hands encase and move on his spit and precum-covered cock. He was grateful, truly, that his desk was positioned facing the doors, allowing a small cover of privacy from your sexual act. Nervous and overwhelmed eyes quickly darted in intervals to the door, his ears straining to hear passing footsteps and voices, praying to the heavens above that nobody would walk in. That a poor innocent student wouldn’t see their favorite history teacher being turned into a ball of clay by the hands of his fellow teacher.
Finding other things to distract his weak-willed eyes, he took sight at the partially graded papers, the uncapped red pen and his phone that were strewn around on his desk. A soft moan slipped out as you moved him out of your mouth with a soft pop, moving on to giving his cock kitten licks all over, your hand fondling his balls. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Kyojuro started to fight with himself. One side of him wanted to pick up his pen and resume his work, to come off as innocent and normal as possible in case anyone walked in. The other, more stronger, part of him wanted to hold the top of your head and the back of your neck, to aid you in your task of giving him sweet pleasure, to fill your throat with his hot seed.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
Chimes from his phone snapped him out of his trance, drowning out the soft gags and squelches that were being produced. Picking up his phone, Kyojuro tried his best to focus on the multiple text messages his mother sent him; texts ranging from asking him what he wanted to do later that evening, to if you were going to join them and if he would get Senjuro from his volleyball practice. Before he could even formulate a proper response in his head, the phone rang; shining the contact name in his flushed face.
🔥Father🔥
Shit.
Your doe eyes looked up at your nervous boyfriend, mouth stopping its affection as you waited for his next move. As you gently placed your lips on his tip, your pussy pulsated at the situation. To give your boyfriend a blowjob in a room that anyone could barge in as well as have him be on the phone was exhilarating. As he answered the phone, you made a mental note to yourself to do this more often.
“Kyojuro? Are you still at the school?” His father’s voice called through the phone faintly, your ears curious about the conversation. Rehydrating his throat, Kyojuro answered in a shaky breath.
“Y-Yeah, I’m still here. I just have to finish up some stuff tha-” A soft yet barely restrained gasp escaped Kyojuro’s lips as you began to suck on his tip, challenging him. “T-That’s all. I’ll be home soon.” Clearing his throat, he awaited his father’s response.
“Well, alright. Your mother’s been trying to reach you so don’t ignore her messages. She also said to make sure you get Senjuro from practice today since it’s raining.”
“Y-Yes! I-I know, I got it.” Your boyfriend responded quickly, trying his best to speed up the conversation as you continued on with your torture. Your manicured nails slightly dug into his pants as you deepthroat him once more, swallowing the salty precum that had coated your mouth. Kyojuro quickly bit down on his knuckle, stifling a groan as he finally glanced down at the enchanting sight before him. Tears slightly coating your lashes as you finally made eye contact with him, hoping to maintain it.
As his eyes managed to stay connected with yours, his father continued on. “Ah, also, Fuku and Tomi send their regards and wish you a happy birthday. You remember them right? They still sell lunches at the train station. Anyway, your mother and I also tried to find a regular cake and a sweet potato p———” His father’s words began to fade out as Kyojuro could feel his orgasm steadily approaching. Finally admitting defeat, a large warm hand snaked to the top of your head and began to move you faster, your eyes watching Kyojuro close his own and lean his head back through a tear-blurred gaze.
As his mouth opened up and his hand lazily moved the phone away from his face, Kyojuro couldn’t help but block out everything but you. His furrowed eyebrows twitched as your soft gags started to pick up in pace, the volume slowly increasing as he fucked your throat with seemingly no mercy. As you endured your boyfriend’s newfound energy, you couldn’t help but be the one to worry. The situation seemed thrilling at first but now you were beyond terrified about the possibility of getting caught turning into a reality.
With one final push to your head, Kyojuro’s cock emptied in your throat. Dark fuzz tickled your nose as his iron hold kept you in place, your only option to swallow his hot cum as his orgasm washed over him. Kyojuro’s phone nearly dropped from his loose grasp as he slowly mouthed the word “fuck”. Kyojuro sighed heavily as his ears rang. With a soft grunt he slightly thrusted into your throat, making sure you swallowed every drop.
“Did you hear what I said, Kyojuro?”
“Wh-Huh?” Kyojuro stammered lazily, his eyes unshielding and looking up in a daze. Even though he was reeling from his orgasm, he still couldn’t get a proper grasp on what he was hearing. His face twitched with every suck and lick you gave his cock, doing your very best to clean him up.
“I said that there was no sweet potato pie so we settled on two regular cakes if that’s alright with you.” His father clarified, annoyance laced in his voice. “Get your head out of the clouds already, boy. Look, just don’t forget your brother and see if y/n will join us or if you two will do something separate. We’ll see you later.” And with the end call sound emitting from his phone, Kyojuro dropped it unceremoniously on his desk.
With a deep inhale, he sat up and gazed upon your tear streaked face, your lips very gently kissing his tip. Releasing a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest, Kyojuro gently stroked the side of your face, his warm thumb wiping away any stray tears. “You’re ridiculous, you know that right?”
With a short hum you smiled at him, pride welling in your chest at your accomplishment. “Happy Birthday, my dear.” Licking his tip again, Kyojuro’s cock slowly got hard again, clearly ready for another round.
“You can handle another round, right Sunflower?” He asked, honeyed words dripping from his addictive smile. A soft groan left his mouth as you began to fondle his still full balls.
“Absolutely.”
******
As the rain fell upon the earth around him, Senjuro shivered in place outside of the gymnasium; clothes soaked to the bone. As he clutched onto his drenched bookbag that he held over his head, only one question came to mind.
Slow sensual kisses with your F/O but with every little break in between kisses he delays by a second so he gets one final taste of your lips as you pull away but it makes no sense because immediately after your lips deeply connect again
And while that’s happening one of his hands is very gently touching your face, like only his pointer finger is touching your jaw while his other fingers are lightly grazing your neck
And then there’s one kiss where it’s longer than the rest and he’s sighing through his nose as he savors the moment before you both pull away with a light smack and you’re just looking at each other with a longing and loving gaze
And there’s no sexual tension, just pure and deep love between you two
Anyway good morning y’all I’m gonna make me some scrambled eggs with tea cakes
Please don’t translate, steal or repost as yours, all rights goes to potofstewie™ 2023
A/N: It’s 2:42am and the old man has been rotting my brain for a few days now so apology for it being visually lackluster. NSFW MDNI
W/C: <1K
He needed you. Maybe that’s why he was currently trying his damnedest to make you stay, to make you see how much you needed each other. He didn’t allow his mind to wonder on how he performed compared to him, he simply couldn’t. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know if he held your plush legs tighter and higher than he did. If he hit deeper and harder and faster than he did. He didn’t even want to know if he could give you a better orgasm than he ever did.
All he knew in that moment was that you were the remedy to make his pain go away and he was yours. He knew that this was never supposed to happen. But he fucked up. All it took was an hour of sitting in silence before he leaned over and touched your lips with his. He couldn’t even call it a kiss. All they did was lightly touch each other, spit not even present on his peach colored lips. He knew that you shouldn’t have stayed put, millimeters away from his face, eyes looking up at him in a mix of anticipation and a barely hidden plea of help.
He couldn’t help but freeze when you reciprocated his action; your own “kiss” nothing but a soft touch of starved lips. You did it a second time and then he followed suit on the third time. The fourth time was when you both allowed the hunger to take over, to finally allow each other to grace another pair of lips with a kiss filled with emotion. Filled with love with no home, filled with yearning that will never be properly satiated, filled with lust that lay dormant for so long, waiting for the persons that would never come back from the dead.
The haphazard mashing of your lips would deepen and grow hotter as his calloused hands traveled to your cheeks and pushed you closer; his body craving for you. He sank into the feeling of your rushed and anxious hands snaking up to his neck and tangling in his flame colored hair; scalp missing the touch of another. The jaded and retired warrior knew that if this were to continue, things would forever change between the two of you.
He was grateful, of course, to know that his last remaining son would be far away for a few days; aching to see his friends that resided in the mountains. There would be no witnesses to the sinful act of betrayal he was committing with the lover of his eldest. As his battle worn hands traveled along your body, removing your clothing and fondling every nook and cranny and curve that was left abandoned, the man couldn’t help but look forward to the following morning.
The following morning where he’d wake up feeling a warm back flush against his naked chest; his arm wrapped around the torso and legs tangled together. The morning where he’d stay still and listen to your breathing as the events of the night replayed in his head. The night where he poured every ounce of his deserted love into you, body and soul. To him, it was more than just a mere sexual act with you. To him, it was a conversation of longing. Of needing. Of making promises to stay by each other’s side and not leave the other, no matter if romantic feelings were involved or not. The man just didn’t want to be alone again.
Feeling his eager length finally make its home inside you, you yourself began to see the taboo and disgraceful act as something more. To you, it was a trip into the past. A reminder of all the things you could no longer have. A past filled with laughter and sweet love. A past of promises for normality and safety. A past of grief and loneliness. With each powerful thrust of misplaced desire into your needy pussy, the images of him entered your mind.
The past and the present would blur with each moan of pleasure and blink from your tearful eyes. In that moment, there was absolutely no difference between them. To you, it wasn’t a moment created from sitting in a room with a man you never knew you’d be sharing the same mental torture with. It was a moment of reunion after months of separation. Months of wondering if he’d ever return to your embrace.
The unfamiliar feeling of stubble rubbing on your face with each rough and begging kiss didn’t wake you from your delusions. The deeper pitch of his groans rumbling from his body and the more rough fingers gripping and prodding your body didn’t make a difference to you. It wasn’t until the moment your release arrived that the man fully realized what was going on.
He was making love with someone he shouldn’t have ever been so intimate with. His mind that was in the midst of recovering from years of drinking whispered how bad the situation was and how much worse it would be if he released into you. But seeing your pussy coat him and your face scrunching up from the force of your release almost made him give in and decorate your walls. The man finally opted to release on your stomach; the warm feeling of his seed eliciting a soft moan from your spit covered lips.
It wasn’t until the morning after when you awoke to the feeling of a muscled arm tightly wrapped around your torso that it dawned upon you the act you committed. As a silent tear left your eye and traveled across your nose, you couldn’t help but squeeze the fingers of the man; the action a signal for comfort. It all felt so wrong but yet, you couldn’t deny just how amazing it all was.
How amazing it was to be kissed again, to be held with so much warmth and protection again, to be touched again. A soft sniffle resounded from your grief and shame stricken body as his fingers that intertwined with yours squeezed back. His grip on your waist tightened even more as you finally allowed more tears to flow; the minimal acts of squeezing comforting to you.
No words needed to be said that morning, just the soft sniffles and sighs from you echoing in the room. The man couldn’t fault you for reacting that way. He couldn’t fault you for staying put with your naked body sticking to his own nude body. All he could do was place a soft yet understand kiss onto your shoulder and hold you, his intimate action saying nothing but:
