yami x f!noble reader. indulging my own bath kink 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ cw: allusions to prior impact play. extremely suggestive. | wc 1.2k, divider by @cafekitsune
“I went to all this trouble to sneak you in and you refuse to enjoy this with me?”
Slumping dramatically over the edge of the comically oversized for one tub, you pout and keep those eyes he can’t say no to glued upward and gazing right at him.
You did indeed sneak Yami Sukehiro, captain of the illustrious (at least to you) Black Bulls onto your family’s estate tonight. You also snuck him through the secret corridors you know lead to the back stairs, holding his hand and instructing him to remain quiet with each footstep. The two of you traversed what felt like an endless maze until it landed you right into your bedroom, a door that you regularly hide behind some furniture opening to reveal your room and all of its luxurious comfort.
All of this simply to enjoy a bath in a tub large enough to hold the two of you comfortably rather than the cramped, difficult to maneuver inside basin at the inn you regularly meet at. The man standing in front of you is a brave one, bold and brawny and full of life, but something about this feels too good to be true.
“Put ‘em away, they aren’t gonna work on me tonight.”
You blink once. He doesn’t budge. A second blink and those arms that are tightly wrapped over his chest flex before untensing, sliding slowly down to his sides. A third blink accompanied by a flutter of your lashes and he sighs, walking to the edge of the tub to squat down beside you.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, birdie, so don’t think that. This just isn’t our usual space and I don’t want anything weird to happen.”
Scoffing, you lean forward and rest your chin on your hands.
“So? This is my home and I want you here. Is that not enough?”
He sighs in response, reaching out to brush a droplet of sweat from your hairline.
“Does anyone know I’m here?”
Rolling your eyes, you move away from him and further into the steaming water until your chin and everything below it are submerged. Since when did he care so much about what other people think? You’ve heard many tales about him drunk and rowdy at the public bath yet in privacy, with you, is where he decides to be demure. It’s hard to hide your agitation with your mouth set in a thin line, one brow raised while glancing down at the rippling water covering your body.
“I instructed everyone on night duty I wished to be left alone for the night but if you’d like to leave, then leave Yami. I’m not going to keep you here against your will.”
Now it’s his turn to purse his lips, rising his full impressive height from the squatting position and taking a few steps backwards. Heavy footsteps from booted feet echo through your bedroom but he stays in place, reaching for his belt buckle.
“Calm down, that’s not what I’m sayin’ and you know it.”
Submerging your chin to hide your smile, you once again let your eyes meet his. Yami would never consider himself much of an intentional showman, more of a spectacle if he’s honest with himself. Still, the urge to become one is almost irresistible when you’re watching him so intently.
“I just don’t want anyone walkin’ in on what I’m about to do to you.”
Giggling, you slosh through the water while dragging yourself further away from the edge.
“And what might that be, Captain? Because right now all you’re doing is a lot of talking and that’s coming from someone who tends to be quite prolific when it comes to the art of conversation.”
And just like that, there she is, his girl. The one with a little bit of fire in her belly. The one who puts a little bit of fire in his, warmth erupting through his limbs and his heavy cock that will soon be hanging freely between his legs as soon as he decides he isn’t patient enough to tease you.
“Someone has to remind you that you aren’t the boss around here.”
Both of you know this moment will come sooner rather than later, his restraint already waning. You press your luck, pushing him as far as you can with a smirk and a satisfied sigh, sinking deeper into the water.
“Mmm, that’s all? Not going to bend me over your knee and make me apologize this time?”
Arching a brow, he levels a warning glance at you. He remembers the night you’re referencing, his scarred and calloused palm practically tingling to replicate the sensation of being brought down against your soft skin.
“When did you get so mouthy?”
The question is asked more tensely than it is meant, his fingers slipping through the laces of his leather pants to loosen them enough they sag around his thighs. He knows your little game better than any, a gifted storyteller when telling one gets you what you’re after. You don’t miss a beat, though, reaching for floral scented oil and adding a few drops to the water, further enticing him.
“Probably about the time I started hanging out with some real characters.” You grin but it falls quickly, that same little pout settling across your mouth in its place. “How much longer are you planning on stalling, my love? The water isn’t going to stay warm forever.”
Few things will ever get him moving more quickly than your sweet little terms of endearment, pants now being worked down his legs so that he can haul out a leg at a time. His tank top comes next, followed by his cloak and just like that he is naked in your bedroom, all tawny skin and sinewy muscle you greedily take in as your own.
Honestly, it - this sight - is kind of yours. You aren’t the first person to share this level of intimacy with him, a fact that sometimes sits sourly in your gut if you think about it for too long, but you’re alright with being the last.
The last one who gets to watch him sink down into warm water, tension seeping from the muscles in his forehead that keep his brows almost permanently furrowed into a scowl.
The last one who gets to eagerly splash in his direction, clinging to him like a branch in a storm, legs wrapped around his hips and arms wrapped around his massive sides and back. He chuckles as you cling, capable of holding you against him with one hand cradling the small of your back and steadying himself to sink lower with the other.
The last, luckiest one who gets to lean in and kiss him.
His tongue always tastes of tobacco but he tries to cover it when he comes to see you, the astringent taste of chewed herbs coating your eager tongue when he finally slips his between your lips, your chests pressed together and water flooding in any gaps that remain.
“Feel better now that you got what you wanted?”
The question is accompanied by his hand sliding downward to cup and grip the roundness of your ass, a playful swat that makes the water slosh sharply.
“I always feel much better when everything I want is right here,” you mutter, resting your chin against his chest, face pointed upward at him. Shaking his head, he bends his neck to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Spoiled brat.”
Your response to your teasing is that smile, the one that makes the bridge of your nose crinkle. The one he remembers seeing the very first time he ever met you before you realized you were doing it, quickly smoothing out anything that could appear as less than simultaneously unaffected but polite.
A smile reserved just for him, a true intimacy. A sight he wants to be the last one to ever see.
hiiiiiii !!!!!!!!!! my favs are gojo, yami, gen and
drink of choice - generally speaking, diet coke
what color most of the things you own are and if it's your favorite color or not - pink! i own tons of pink! all shades!
whether or not you believe in free will - i believe that we are given free will but the world we live in limits our options so that we cannot exercise it to its maximum capabilities. we are burdened by a modern world that gives us the illusion of choice without the freedom of actually making it - our paths are set for us based off of class, accessibility, and other factors the average person cannot control despite free will.
sweet or savory snacks - sweet 💖
where's the taint sweat answer i was waiting for it
anyway <3
gojo: so i've always thought of you guys as a winter! and it's less about the answers, but more so like... i think of a hearth and the two of you huddled around a campfire in a space just carved out for you two yk? a home base.
yami: summer to me! i think there's all the fun and the possibility of early summer, and it's very bright when the two of you are together, think the vibes of a july bbq
gen: fall, and mainly because i think it's a more introverted type relationship but like an easy and less intense one. i think of the vibes of wearing costumes during halloween and stepping out in the middle of the night together and the messiness and crunch of falling leaves and food that's not good for you but is fun and enjoyable yk?
yami x f!reader. 69 to face sitting to reverse cowgirl for the birthday boy! oral sex (f!and m!receiving), light ass play, rimming (f!receiving) cw: use of nicknames (little girl, pretty bird), spit, size kink | wc 2.2k, divider thanks to @cafekitsune
While Yami has never been one to complain about the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tonight he feels a stirring in his chest for something different. You rub your cheek against the bulge that you’re attempting to free from his pants, deft fingers working him out of his buckles, and he reaches down to run his thumb along your chin and lift your face toward him.
“Take them off and follow me to the bed.”
For some that would be a question but you know him well enough to know it’s a command, one you’re all too eager to give into. He works his pants off one leg at a time and you follow him in your state of undress, tucking your legs beneath you on the bed. Lying down, he props himself up with his forearms behind his head.
“Come sit,” he instructs but you shake your head.
“It’s your special day, Captain. I wanna take care of you for once.”
Rolling his eyes, he spreads his legs. Your eyes fall to his half hard cock, mouth watering when you imagine the weight of him on your tongue and the salty taste of that bead of precum catching the light just right.
Noticing how distracted you are, he clears his throat and your eyes shift to meet his.
“You know that I don’t need any of that shit. How can you leave a hungry man waiting?” Now you roll your eyes, sighing and preparing to fold your arms over your chest. He stops you just short, grinning up at you. “If you’re gonna be stubborn, I have a solution.”
He reaches for you before you can ponder what he means and you yelp when you realize he’s grabbing you. Meeting him halfway, you rise to standing on your knees and he helps you pull one of them over his body and then situates the other on the opposite side of his torso.
Resting one of his large palms against your lower back to lean you forward, you realize immediately what he’s offering and giggle, biting your lower lip. His now extremely hard cock rests just inches away from your lips and tongue, the same true of his and its proximity to your spread pussy.
He blows on your exposed skin, making you yelp again. Your response makes him chuckle, heavy cock bouncing close enough to your face that you stick your tongue out to drag it along his glans.
“Now we both get what we want,” he groans. Both of his hands find their way to your lower back and then the top of your ass, squeezing and kneading your pretty flesh while you gradually take more of him into your mouth.
“Go slow, I don’t want you to choke.”
If you weren’t so interested in doing just that, you’d glance at him from over your shoulder with a playful grin. For now though, you opt to lave your tongue over every bit of him you can, swirling the muscle from his frenulum to the middle of his shaft, finally taking the entirety of his head into your mouth.
“Fuuuuuck.”
His reaction is loud and drawn out, exactly how you wanted it to be, and you take advantage of the position to suck him deeper within your mouth, the tip extending past your tongue and into the back of your throat. This is just as much a gift for him as it is for you, although it’s arguable that something that happens at regular intervals can be considered a gift anyway, and you hum your pleasure.
If there’s one thing about the two of you, though, it’s that one can never just accept the other enjoying them for long. Everything is give and take, return and release. It’s how all of this works to begin with.
Leaning in, he inhales your scent and moans. The tip of his nose settles against your folds and you whimper, shifting slightly now that he has distracted you.
“Sukehiro.”
His cock jumps against your soft palate in response to the utterance of his real name, the one he forgets on occasion is his to be called. It’s muffled by the fat head of his cock in your mouth, tongue laving over his shaft while the spongy tip pokes against your cheek but he catches it, head tipping back and eyes squeezing tightly.
“Hey.” He warns you, smacking the roundness of your ass and speaking through gritted teeth. “Go easy on me, eh? It’s my birthday.”
With a giggle, you shake your head and hips slowly from side to side, giving him unique sensations at both ends of his body. The soft inside of your cheek rubs against his tip, tongue still working down the length. Your ass bounces softly and utterly delectably in his face.
Taking a deep breath, he decides to fight back. Large hands grab either side of your hips and spread your cheeks, showing him everything and now eliciting a gasp from you. Breathy and whiny, exactly what he wants to hear because he knows it means you’re feeling a modicum of shame despite the show you’re attempting to put on, tucking your hips inward to hide.
“Don’t get shy on me now, little girl. Weren’t you just brave enough to offer it up?” That grip on your hips comes in handy and he tilts them backward once again, letting a low whistle slip at the sight of your glistening pussy and puckered hole.
His thumb travels down the globe of your ass, brushing against your hole, and dipping lower toward your cunt. Whining around the girth in your mouth, eyes rolling back in your head and chest sinking down onto the bed. Your hips are even closer to him now, face so close he can smell the arousal seeping out of you.
“Mmmm.” He takes advantage of the proximity of your body to his mouth and sticks his tongue out.
Yami runs the flat of it along your sticky folds, dragging it all the way to your ass and back downward, your face now buried against the corded muscles of his thighs instead of focusing on the task quite literally between your lips.
You replace your mouth with your hand around his girth, fingers not quite touching while you pump at him lightly to afford you a chance to lift your head and glance over your shoulder.
“Baby,” you whine breathlessly, hips slowly bucking backward against his face despite the guilt you feel over this now becoming all about your pleasure instead of his. “It’s your birthday, let me have my fun first.”
Chuckling, he slurps at you loudly and downright impolitely, causing your head to drop back down. It’s hard to tell what is your arousal and his saliva as he laps it all up equally, panting against your damp flesh and sending goosebumps across the backs of your thighs. The desire to argue with him some more stirs in you, to insist he allow you to do what you set out to do which is take care of him with your lips and tongue and throat, but he clearly has other things on his mind.
Another smacking, greedy slurp from the head of the bed emphasizes that he’s really enjoying himself. Your head swims with pleasure while he sucks your sensitive clit between his lips, gently toying at the bud with the tip of his tongue while you weakly cry out against the muscular thigh beneath your cheek.
“If you…I’m going t –” Attempting to warn him of your impending orgasm, he stops his ministrations long enough to mumble against your skin.
“Do it then, pretty bird. Give me my gift.”
Backing away to watch your muscles twitch and clench as you cum, it’s impossible not to smile at a job well done. Every bit of you is filthy and sticky and positively ruined - just the way he likes you. When the initial twitches of your orgasm have subsided, he leans in to extend it by dragging the flat of his tongue over all of you once again, hole to hole.
If he could capture your moan in his mind to replay like that little jewelry box that plays music through magical means you keep on the dresser across from the bed he would.
“Leth me he –”
It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, he hears in your voice, the sentiment echoing through his mind. A smirk comes across his scruffy and soaked lips that pepper every bit of your beautiful body with kisses, granting him a moment to catch his breath. Your chest heaves with each breath you take, body tight as a bow string from the tension in your muscles.
“That’s right, let me hear you.”
Using his thumbs he spreads your cheeks wider, licking his lips and spitting onto your hole. Every muscle in your body clenches once again in response, a moan turning into a choked sob. While his mouth is nothing short of prolific in his ability to make you feel good, he’s making you hungry for more with each kiss, lick, and careful nibble on less sensitive skin.
“Please fuck me, baby. Need more of you, wanna feel you.”
The half hearted begging does you no good for he’s having too much fun driving you crazy to give up now and instead you find yourself parked firmly atop his face while he leans backward, head hitting the soft pillows beneath it.
The new position makes you worry that you’re suffocating him but he uses that same handy grip on your hips to guide your pussy over his face, tongue out and waiting. It’s his turn to show you, once again, how much he’s enjoying himself and he does just so with a deep and guttural groan against your ass while his tongue laps at the puckered hole.
You couldn’t kill him even if you wanted to though he wouldn’t be all mad about this being his last sight.
Sighing dreamily against your skin, he continues grinding every intimate bit of you against his face. His stubble rubs and grinds in the most delicious way and you feel another impending orgasm bubbling up, causing you to lean forward slightly and brace yourself by digging your fingernails into the strained muscles of his thighs. In response to the pinpricks of pain, precum seeps out of his glans and downs his thick shaft.
It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen and you happily take in the sight while your walls pulse and clench around nothing. Your thighs shake lightly with the force of the second orgasm, drool escaping the corners of your mouth when you cry out.
As badly as he wants to keep going just like this, his body is begging him for more. The urge to feel some of those spasms around his dick that barely fits in you instead of simply watching them occur will always win out in the end.
Yami lifts you off of his face and you gasp, sitting up enough to watch
“Can I at least finish what I started?”
Yami shakes his head in response, easily moving you and settling your cunt above the tip of his cock. “Nope.”
Further argument would be futile so you don’t bother, instead grinding your hips downward to welcome him inside of you slowly. He assists you by holding onto your hips as you are lowered inch by torturous inch, stretching to accommodate him. You lose your breath as he bottoms out, limply allowing him to take full control of your body and movements.
His hips cant upward sharply as he lifts you up and down on his cock near effortlessly thanks to his strength. Your ass bounces with each of his thrusts, sticky skin on sticky skin creating a consistent smacking sound, and his own release draws closer. One of his hands slides from your hip to your lower back, dragging two fingers up and down the length of your spine.
“My beautiful gift.” The reverential utterance grabs your attention and you turn to look over your shoulder to witness him.
He meets your eyes and gnaws his lower lip. The tension in his forehead is almost comical, brows knit together tightly, and one final thrust has him coming inside of you before you can cry out his name and praise how good it feels.
There was no way he was going to last for more than a minute inside of you anyway but he knows you don’t mind, splaying one of his hands against your back and dragging the other one to the front of you to lay you down against his chest.
Once you’re safely in his arms, where he wants you to be the most, he kisses your forehead. Then the bridge of your nose. Then your cheeks, smiling down at you and rocking you gently.
“Not a bad way to celebrate getting older if I do say so myself.”
His words make you snort, burying your face into his broad chest and gazing up at him with a smile. Big hands slide up and down your back and sides in a comforting pattern, your limp body draped over his with no intention of moving until you absolutely have to.
