do you think Ryu from street fighter would be into cunnilingus
ohhh i think he’d be so good at eating you out that it’d actually blow your fucking mind, because when did he learn to do . . that? everyone knows that when ryu commits himself to honing a skill, he’ll never shy away. not from fighting, not from training, and certainly not from this. not until he’s perfected it. in this case, he needs to be able to make that tongue move so good it has you cryin’!
ryu isn’t a man of many words, but when it comes to you, he finds himself speaking in touch instead of language.
and yes— he’ll worship between your thighs like it’s another discipline, another path toward mastery. he’s all slow and reverent at first; tongue languidly dragging up the center before he delves into your cunt and tastes of you.
ryu’s slurping essence straight from out your leaking core, suckling harder just to hear you scream. he’s making a wet sloppy mess out of the both of you, juices trailing down the defined edge of his moving jaw.
he only ever gets rough when you try to squirm away from how overwhelming it feels, with his warm, rough hands grip at your sides; then there’s the way he latches onto your clit with suctioned lips, now in favor of pressing tight circles into the pulse of it with his thick, calloused thumb.
he lifts his head just a bit, looks over the mounds of your bare breasts to catch sight of your blissed expression. you hum at him, carding your fingers through the dark tresses of his low cut.
that’s when he slips off his iconic red headband— fingers deft, eyes dark with a hunger he never shows in a fight, and loops it around your wrists, binding you in crimson. it isn’t harsh, just firm. your eyes widen for a moment before lust slips in, sudden and unmistakable.
“ryu? what are y—”
“it’s only to keep you safe,” he says, kissing your bound fingers. the cloth is warm from his skin. “you’re shaking too much.”
and the way he holds you there, tied gently with the same cloth that’s soaked in years of discipline, sweat, and spirit; makes every lick from his warm lashing tongue feel like pure devotion.
“stay still,” he murmurs, voice low enough to vibrate against you. your hips jerk, grinding against his face. “let me . . . finish you.”
he gives you a slow, lingering stare before bowing his head again, hands kneading into your thighs, strong forearms hooked beneath them, his mouth working you in hungry, deliberate drags.
ryu chuckles when you begin to shake, his laugh slightly prideful against your soaked folds. the warm sound shoots vibrations through you.
instead of easing up, he doubles down. keeps you open for him, determined to feel every shiver he pulls from you.
in this moment, it feels like you’re the only thing ryu would ever surrender to.
Disclaimer: 6th prompt of Hoevember2020; characters are AGED UP!;
Length: 762 words
Fandom: Haikyuu!! AGED UP AU. Tanaka Ryu x Reader
Pic source: here @viria if you don’t want me to use this pic, tell me - dm or comment - no probs, but I just felt it fit
Tanaka’s backyard was always crowded with crows. They talked, laughed, fought and played cards almost every summer evening. On that particular Saturday, though, the straight faces the boys had put on really made you reconsider the old joke that a group of crows is called a “murder”. Tanaka, Daichi and Kageyama in particular seemed so angry, tensed and nervous that you held back from joining their poker game like you used to.
“Ha! Gotcha! Now gimme all that, thank you very much!” Ryu exclaimed as he won yet another round, money stacking on the table, on his right side.
You giggled coming out of the house while holding a tray with a few opened beer bottles, to quench the boys’ thirst and possibly calm their anger. Nishinoya was the most pissed and he didn’t even look at you as you handed him the bottle.
“Ryuuuuu, Noya’s mean to me again” you pouted, leaning your chest over your boyfriend’s head, from behind, while sliding your hands down from his shoulders and onto his chest.
“I’ll make him pay, baby” he replied quickly, turning his face to the side to place a kiss on your naked and tanned arm.
“No, no, no, fuck you! I’m sitting this one out” Nishinoya almost yelled, gathering the rest of his bills and coins, making everyone laugh.
“But his money won’t make me feel better...” you whined in Ryu’s ear, implying things, knowing full well that he would understand.
His friends got used to your presence and unceasing flirt, so they payed you no mind. Well, that until you dragged a chair behind Ryu’s stool, and circled his body with your hands. Sugawara’s hands might’ve been busy dealing the cards, but his eyes were fixed on your gestures.
Tanaka’s body was so used to your touches that sometimes he was able to perform more or less automatic things as you scraped his arms or sides, or even as your lips wetted his back or shoulders. His grey eyes carefully analyzed his friends’ decisions and the way the poker round unfolded. Still, his mind processed your teasing touches and he knew you were rubbing your thighs together, wishing his face was in between them like earlier in the morning when you woke up orgasming.
His hands tightened the grip on the hard cover cards when you slid one hand in his shorts and stroked his cock secretly. He straightened his back and frowned, faking focus and concern, pretending to have a hard time in choosing his next move. Even with your warm, silky fingers tapping his leaking hole, Tanaka made some pretty sick moves and earned himself a royal flush.
“You have a good hand in there, don’t you, Ryu?” Daichi asked, squinting his eyes for he has been attentive too to Ryu’s game. You stopped the hand job immediately, but didn’t pull your hand out, to not be obvious. The word game was confusing and neither you, nor your boyfriend knew if you got busted or not. As Daichi pulled another card and scrunched his nose up in annoyance, you exhaled relieved.
“He really has a good hand. In his shorts.” Sugawara added and drew everyone’s attention.
You sunk your face between Ryu’s shoulder blades and slid your hand away as slow as you could, to not confirm what you thought Suga suspected, unaware that he has actually seen it from the beginning. Your little exhibitionist game turned Tanaka on more than he expected, and he was H A R D. He slammed the cards on the table, face down, and stood up grabbing one of your wrists. You obeyed, surprising even yourself, and tripped behind him as he dragged you. All the eyes from the table blinked quickly, taken aback by the outburst.
“Where the hell are you going?” Kageyama yelled, a bit of anger in his voice. “You can’t pause the game like that with a ton of money at stake!” he yelled again and rushed to look at the cards his senpai abandoned. “Nevermind...” came out of his mouth as he choked on his air and put the cards back as soon as he saw the damaging hand Ryu would’ve used to take away all their money.
“Wasn’t it <<bros before hoes>>?” Sugawara couldn’t hold back his pejorative question.
“That’s true, but she’s not a hoe. She’s my girl.” Tanaka answered right before you both entered the house.
“They’re goona fuck.” Daichi said.
“Don’t they always?” Kageyama yelled, annoyed once again for losing his money. “He’s got the girl, the looks and the money. That motherfucker!”
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