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Ven's Masterlist メ

(Just a little Reminder! I won't be writing for Muichiro, even if he's aged-up. I'm sorry he's just my baby...)

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

メ Enemies to Lovers

メ Sanemi × F!Reader

メ Sanemi × Giyuu

メ FreeUse! Reader × SaneOba

メ Sanemi × M!Reader × Kanae

メ Blood Covered Sanemi

メ Real Man

メ Breastfeeding

Obanai Iguro:

メ FreeUse! Reader × SaneOba

メ Pussy drunk Obanai

メ Jealous Obi

Tengen Uzui:

メ Fourth Wife?

メ Roommates

Giyuu Tomioka:

メ Sanemi × Giyuu

メ Threesome with Shinogiyuu

メ PE Professor Giyuu

Kyojuro Rengoku:

メ Foodplay with Kyojuro (1/3)

メ Foodplay with Kyojuro (2/3)

メ Foodplay with Kyojuro (3/3)

Gyomei Himejima:

メ He's more than eager to prove you wrong

Mitsuri Kanroji:

メ Mitsuri × F!Reader

メ Mutual Masturbation

メ Shinomitsu × Male reader <3

Shinobu Kocho:

メ Threesome with Shinogiyuu

メ Shinomitsu × Male reader <3

Non Hashira:

メ Insecure GF (Gyutaro)

メ Period sex (Douma)

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Shinobu x Mitsuri x Male Reader smut???

I FUCKING LOVE SHINOMITSU! GIRLFRIENDS FR.

SHINOBU × M!READER × MITSURI

Warnings: Threesome, oral sex, vaginal penetration, anal play, light BDSM, con!noncon

The moon hung low over the Hashira estate, casting a silvery glow through the shoji screens. You, the newest recruit under the Corps' watchful eye, had been summoned for what Mitsuri Kanroji called a 'special training session.' But as the door slid open, you found yourself face-to-face with not just the Love Hashira's flushed cheeks and bouncing pink-green hair, but also Shinobu's sly smile and piercing violet eyes.

"Ara ara, you're right on time," Shinobu purred, her voice like silk over steel. She stepped aside, revealing Mitsuri lounging on a futon, her uniform partially undone, the white fabric straining against her ample breasts. The Love Hashira's green eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "We've been waiting to... evaluate your stamina."

Your heart pounded as Mitsuri giggled, patting the space between them. "Come join us! Shinobu says you're strong, but we need to see how you handle us." Her words were innocent, but the way she licked her lips betrayed her hunger.

You knelt down, the air thick with the scent of cherry blossoms and something far more intoxicating—Mitsuri's natural sweetness mixed with Shinobu's subtle wisteria perfume. Shinobu moved first, her small hands deftly unbuttoning your haori. "No need to be shy," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "We're all friends here."

Mitsuri leaned in, her soft lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. Her tongue danced eagerly, tasting of honeyed mochi, while her fingers tangled in your hair. You groaned into her mouth, your hands instinctively roaming to her waist, pulling her closer. She was all curves and warmth, her body yielding like dough under your touch.

Shinobu watched with amusement, then joined, nipping at your neck. "Mitsuri's so greedy," she teased, her hand sliding down to cup your growing erection through your pants. "But I like sharing." With a flick of her wrist, she freed your cock, stroking it firmly from base to tip. The sensation made you buck, and Mitsuri broke the kiss to gasp, her eyes widening at the sight.

"It's so big!" Mitsuri exclaimed, her cheeks burning red. She wrapped her hand around you alongside Shinobu's, their grips contrasting—hers soft and exploratory, Shinobu's precise and teasing. They pumped in unison, drawing pre-cum from the slit, which Mitsuri curiously swiped with her thumb before bringing it to her lips. "Mmm, salty-sweet. Like you."

You couldn't hold back. Grabbing Mitsuri's shoulders, you pushed her onto her back, her breasts spilling free as her uniform fell open. Her nipples were hard peaks, begging for attention. You latched onto one, sucking hard while your hand kneaded the other. She moaned loudly, arching into you, her legs parting instinctively.

Shinobu chuckled, shedding her own haori to reveal her lithe, pale form. She straddled your back, grinding her wet pussy against your spine as she reached around to pinch Mitsuri's free nipple. "Don't forget me," she murmured, then leaned over to capture Mitsuri's mouth in a heated kiss. The two Hashira tangled tongues above you, their moans vibrating through the room.

Emboldened, you trailed kisses down Mitsuri's stomach, hooking her hakama down her thick thighs. Her pussy was already glistening, pink and swollen, framed by neatly trimmed curls. You dove in without hesitation, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. Mitsuri cried out, her hands fisting the futon. "Oh gods, yes! Right there!"

Shinobu dismounted, positioning herself beside Mitsuri. She spread her own legs, her folds slick and inviting, darker than Mitsuri's but just as eager. "Your turn to taste the Insect Hashira," she commanded softly, guiding your head between her thighs. You alternated now, lapping at Shinobu's tangy essence while fingering Mitsuri's tight heat, curling your digits to hit that spongy spot inside her.

Mitsuri came first, her walls clenching around your fingers as she squirted lightly, soaking your hand. "I-I'm cumming!" she wailed, body trembling. Shinobu followed soon after, her thighs clamping your ears as she ground against your tongue, her release sharp and sudden.

Panting, they pulled you up. Mitsuri lay back, pulling you between her legs. "Please, fuck me," she begged, guiding your cock to her entrance. You thrust in slowly, savoring the stretch of her velvety walls gripping you like a vice. She was so wet, so warm, taking every inch until your hips met hers.

Shinobu knelt behind you, her fingers slick with oil—probably from her medical kit—probing your ass. "Relax," she cooed, pushing one digit in, then two, scissoring to prepare you. The burn mixed with the pleasure of pounding into Mitsuri, making you thrust harder. Mitsuri's breasts bounced with each slam, her nails raking your back.

"Harder! Fill me up!" Mitsuri demanded, her usual shyness gone in the heat. You obliged, rutting into her like an animal, the slap of skin echoing. Shinobu added a third finger, then withdrew, replacing them with something thicker—a smooth jade plug from her hidden toys. It stretched you open, the fullness pushing you over the edge.

You came with a roar, pumping hot cum deep into Mitsuri's pussy, overflow spilling out around your cock. She milked you dry, her own orgasm triggered by the warmth flooding her.

Shinobu removed the plug, then pushed you onto your side. "My turn," she said, lifting your leg to slide onto your still-hard length. Her pussy was tighter, her movements calculated, riding you with rolls of her hips that hit her clit just right. Mitsuri, recovering, crawled over to suck on your balls, her tongue laving the sensitive skin while Shinobu bounced.

The dual assault was overwhelming. Shinobu's walls fluttered around you, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. "Cum inside me too," she ordered, and you did, spilling a second load as she clenched down, her climax pulling it from you.

Exhausted, the three of you collapsed in a tangle of limbs. Mitsuri nuzzled your chest, murmuring, "That was amazing... we should train like this more often." Shinobu smirked, tracing patterns on your thigh. "Agreed. But next time, I get to tie you both up."

The night was far from over, promises of more pleasure lingering in the air.

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Jealous Obanai × F!Reader

Note: Obanai always had self restraint. He never let you showed his jealous side even... But when he saw you talking to Tengen? That made him feel something (Trying something new, Story is in 1st Person)

Warnings: Obanai is Obsessed with Boobs, Hickeys/Love Bites, Jealous Obanai, Squirting, Degrading at first but Obanai Praises her after a while

The Hashira estate buzzed with the low hum of conversation, the late afternoon sun filtering through the shoji screens in golden shafts. I'd been chatting with Tengen Uzui for what felt like minutes, but probably stretched longer—his flamboyant laughter booming as he gestured wildly about his latest wives' escapades. 'Come on, you gotta admit, my sparkle outshines these stiffs,' he teased, flexing an arm that made his haori strain. I laughed, touching his shoulder lightly in jest, oblivious to the heterochromatic eyes boring into us from across the room.

Obanai Iguro stood rigid by the engawa, his snake Kaburamaru coiled around his neck like a living scarf, but it was his posture that screamed tension—shoulders squared, gloved hands clenched at his sides. He always held back, that iron self-control a mask over the storm beneath. Jealousy? He'd never shown it, not in words or actions, treating our private moments with a quiet intensity that left me breathless. But watching me with Tengen? Something cracked.

The gathering wound down, Hashira dispersing like smoke, and I slipped away to our shared quarters, the air thick with unspoken heat. Obanai followed silently, the door sliding shut behind him with a decisive thud. I turned, sensing the shift, but he was on me before I could speak—pushing me against the wall, his body pinning mine, breath ragged against my neck.

'You think you can flirt like that? In front of everyone?' His voice was a hiss, low and venomous, the bandages around his mouth doing nothing to muffle the edge. One hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his mismatched gaze—burning with possession. 'Talking to that flashy idiot, letting him touch you. Slut. Acting like you don't belong to me.'

I gasped, arousal sparking despite the degradation, my nipples hardening under my uniform. 'Obanai, it was nothing—'

'Nothing?' He snarled, free hand yanking open my haori, exposing my breasts to the cool air. They bounced free, full and heavy, and his eyes locked on them like a man starved. 'These are mine. This body—mine.' He dove in, mouth latching onto my left nipple, sucking hard enough to draw a cry from my throat. Teeth grazed the peak, biting down just shy of breaking skin, before he soothed with his tongue—wet, insistent laps that made milk-white heat pool between my thighs.

He mauled my chest with both hands now, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs rolling my nipples until they ached, swollen and red. 'Look at you, tits heaving like a whore in heat. Bet Uzui noticed, didn't he? Staring at what he can't have.' His words stung, fueling the fire, as he sucked harder, leaving the first hickey blooming purple on the underside of my breast—a dark claim, teeth marks framing the bruise.

I arched into him, hands fisting his haori. 'Jealous? From you?' The taunt slipped out, bratty, and he growled, spinning me around to face the wall. My pants were shoved down in one rough tug, pooling at my ankles, ass exposed. His palm cracked against one cheek—sharp, stinging—then the other, spanking until my skin burned pink.

'Jealous? I'm furious, you teasing bitch.' He pressed against me from behind, his cock hard and straining through his clothes, grinding into the cleft of my ass. One hand snaked around to pinch my clit, rolling it cruelly while the other continued marking my breasts from the side, fingers twisting a nipple until tears pricked my eyes. 'Gonna fuck the memory of him out of you. Make you scream my name.'

He freed himself, the thick length slapping against my thigh before he notched at my entrance. I was drenched, pussy lips slick and parting eagerly, but he teased—rubbing the head along my folds, coating himself. 'So wet already. Dirty girl, getting off on making me mad.' With a brutal thrust, he buried himself inside, stretching my walls around his girth, the burn exquisite.

Obanai set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward, balls slapping my ass with each drive. His mouth returned to my neck, sucking hard—hickeys trailing from collarbone to shoulder, bites that would show for days. 'Mine,' he muttered between marks, one hand sliding up to cup a breast again, squeezing as he pounded deeper. 'These perfect tits—gonna cover them in my bites. No one else touches.'

I moaned, pushing back to meet him, the degradation twisting into desperate need. 'Harder—please.' He obliged, fingers digging into my hips, angling to hit that spot inside that made my legs shake. His other hand dipped to my clit, rubbing furious circles, and the pressure built fast—coiling tight in my core.

'Cum for me, you jealous little slut,' he degraded, voice rough as he bit my earlobe. 'Show me how much you need this cock.' The command shattered me; my pussy clenched, squirting around him in hot gushes that soaked his thighs and the floor below. Waves of pleasure crashed, body trembling as he fucked me through it, unrelenting.

But as my cries peaked, his tone shifted—softening, the storm breaking into reverence. 'That's it, my good girl. So beautiful when you let go.' He slowed slightly, thrusts turning deep and grinding, his mouth pressing kisses over the fresh hickeys on my breasts. 'You're perfect—mine, all mine. No one else could ever have you like this.' Praise washed over me, warm and possessive, as he nuzzled my skin, tongue tracing a bite mark tenderly.

I whimpered, oversensitive, but he didn't stop—building me up again with measured strokes. 'Love these tits, love how you squirt for me. My sweet, responsive girl.' His hand gentled on my clit, petting now, and I came again, softer this time, clenching around him until he groaned, spilling deep inside with hot pulses of cum.

We slumped together, his arms wrapping around me protectively, lips brushing my ear. 'Never doubt it—you're everything.' The jealousy lingered like a faint echo, but in its wake, only us—bound tighter than before.

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NOT KNY RELATED BUT MAN I JUST STARTED READING TEARS ON A WITHERED FLOWER AND I ALREADY WANT BEOM TAEHA TO FUCK ME 😩

HE'S SUCH A DADDY PLEASE I NEED HIM IN ME

(I'm sorry guys... It's my innerself speaking 🤒)

Btw should I post smut about him? Cuz I already made one hehe 😍

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is the daughtes name yuki or hana? it keeps changing in the text

It is indeed Yuki, i've edited it just now. So I was gonna use Hana but I kinda wanted to make it Yuki so yeah. I'm sorry about that, I probably forgot to edit since I was so tired 😭

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Breastfeeding your child— but also Sanemi??

Warnings: Breast sucking, Squirting, Possessive,

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast warm shadows across our bedroom, the only sound the gentle suckling of our newborn against my breast. I'd just settled into the rocking chair, shirt pulled up and bra unclasped, cradling little Yuki close. Her tiny mouth latched on eagerly, drawing milk in rhythmic pulls that made my body hum with that strange mix of maternal ache and contentment. Sanemi lounged on the edge of the bed nearby, his white hair tousled from a long day of training, those sharp eyes fixed on us with an intensity that always set my skin tingling. He was shirtless, scars mapping his chest like a roadmap of battles won, and I caught the way his gaze lingered on my exposed breast, the curve of it swelling under our daughter's feeding.

'She's got your appetite,' I teased softly, glancing up at him with a smirk, my free hand stroking Yuki's downy hair. The room smelled of baby powder and his faint, earthy scent—sweat and soap from his shower. Motherhood had changed things between us, softened some edges, but Sanemi's possessiveness? That fire never dimmed. If anything, seeing me nurture our child only stoked it hotter.

He shifted closer, knees bumping the chair as he leaned in, one rough hand resting on my thigh. 'Yeah? Wonder where she gets it from.' His voice was a low rumble, laced with that daddy edge that made my thighs clench instinctively. Yuki's feeding slowed, her eyelids fluttering toward sleep, but Sanemi's thumb traced lazy circles on my skin, inching higher. 'You look good like this, princess. Full. Ripe.' The words hung heavy, his breath warm against my neck.

I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly despite the exhaustion tugging at me. 'Sanemi, she's almost done. Behave.' But my protest was half-hearted, bratty even, the kind that always baited him. He chuckled darkly, eyes darkening as he watched a bead of milk escape the corner of Yuki's mouth, trailing down my skin.

When she finally unlatched with a contented sigh, I shifted to burp her, but Sanemi was already moving. He scooped her gently from my arms—surprisingly tender for a man built like a weapon—and laid her in the bassinet across the room. 'I'll handle bedtime,' he murmured, tucking a blanket around her tiny form. She drifted off quickly, leaving us alone in the quiet hum of the night.

He turned back to me, stalking closer like a predator, his presence filling the space. I hadn't pulled my shirt down yet, my breast still bare and glistening slightly from the feeding. Sanemi's jaw tightened, desire raw in his stare. 'My turn,' he said simply, dropping to his knees in front of the chair, hands gripping my hips to pull me forward.

'What—Sanemi!' I gasped, half-laughing, half-aroused as he nuzzled against my chest. His mouth hovered over my nipple, hot breath teasing the sensitive peak. 'You want... to nurse? From me?' The idea was taboo, filthy in the best way, sending a forbidden thrill straight to my core. My pussy throbbed, already dampening my panties.

He looked up, eyes locking on mine with that commanding intensity. 'Damn right. You've been feeding her all day. Daddy's hungry too.' No hesitation—he latched on, lips sealing around my areola, tongue flicking before he sucked. Hard. The pull was different from Yuki's—rougher, more demanding, drawing milk in deep draws that made me arch and moan. Milk flowed freely into his mouth, the wet sounds obscene as he swallowed, one hand kneading my other breast, coaxing beads of white to the surface.

'Fuck, you taste sweet,' he growled against my skin, switching sides without pause, his free hand sliding up my thigh to cup my mound through my shorts. I was soaked, the fabric clinging, and he pressed his palm there, rubbing in firm circles. 'This what you needed? Me taking what's mine?' His sucks grew insistent, teeth grazing just enough to sting, blending pleasure with that edge of pain I craved.

I threaded my fingers into his hair, tugging lightly—bratty pushback. 'Greedy much? What if I say no?' But my hips bucked against his hand, betraying me. He released my nipple with a pop, milk dribbling down his chin, and shot me a warning look.

'Brat.' His palm cracked against my thigh—sharp, possessive—before he yanked my shorts down, exposing me. Cool air hit my slick folds, and I whimpered as he dove back in, sucking harder while two fingers plunged into my pussy without mercy. He curled them immediately, stroking that inner wall that made stars burst behind my eyes. 'You're dripping for it. Admit you want Daddy's mouth on you like this.'

'Yes—God, yes,' I panted, legs spreading wider as he finger-fucked me in time with his nursing. Milk leaked from the breast he'd abandoned, trailing warm paths down my stomach. The dual sensations overwhelmed me: the intimate pull at my chest, the rough invasion below. He added a third finger, stretching me, thumb finding my clit and pinching it lightly.

Sanemi pulled off suddenly, lips shiny with milk, and stood, shedding his pants in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, tip flushed and leaking. 'On the bed. Now.' Command in his tone, no room for argument. I scrambled up, shirt discarded, lying back as he loomed over me. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, the other guiding his cock to my entrance.

'Tell me you like feeding me,' he demanded, teasing my slit with his head, coating himself in my wetness.

'I do—love it, Daddy. Suck me dry,' I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. He thrust in deep, filling me completely, the stretch burning sweetly. His mouth latched back onto my breast as he started pounding—hard, relentless snaps of his hips driving him to the hilt each time. Milk flowed into his eager sucks, his groans vibrating against my skin while he fucked me like he owned every part of me.

The bed creaked under us, his free hand spanking my ass cheek with each downward stroke, the slaps mingling with the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my pussy. 'Tight little hole, milking me already,' he rasped, releasing my wrists to grab my throat lightly, thumb pressing just enough to make me gasp. I clawed at his back, nails digging into scars, urging him deeper.

He shifted, hooking my legs over his shoulders for a brutal angle, his balls slapping my ass as he hammered my g-spot. Milk still trickled from my nipples, and he leaned down to lick it off, tongue rough and claiming. 'Gonna cum inside you—fill you up while I drink.' The possessiveness in his words pushed me over, my walls clamping down as orgasm ripped through me, pussy squirting around his pistoning length.

Sanemi followed with a guttural roar, burying himself deep and pulsing, hot cum flooding my depths. He kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, drawing out the last drops of milk until we both collapsed, tangled and spent.

Panting against my neck, he murmured, 'Best damn meal.' I smiled, tracing his jaw, the taboo warmth lingering between us. In our world, nothing was off-limits—not even this.

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Kyojuro × F!Reader (3/3)

Warnings: Foodplay, Praise Kink, Nipple Play, Olive Oil as Lube, Rubbing, Temperature Play, Sucking

Kyojuro's gaze lingered on you, his body still humming with residual heat from the caramel blowjob, your lips swollen and shiny from his release. He scooped you up effortlessly, muscles flexing as he carried you to the kitchen table, laying you out like a feast on the wooden surface scattered with crumbs and spills from earlier. 'One last course,' he rumbled, voice thick with promise, his cock already stirring back to life against your thigh.

He rummaged in the pantry, emerging with a bottle of extra-virgin olive oil and a tray of ice cubes from the freezer. Pouring the oil into his palm, he warmed it between his hands before slicking it over your body in long, deliberate strokes—starting at your shoulders, gliding down your arms, then massaging it into your breasts until they glistened under the kitchen lights. His thumbs circled your nipples, pinching them slick and hard, drawing a gasp from you as the oil made everything slide so smoothly.

'Feel that?' he asked, eyes locked on yours while he drizzled more oil directly onto your pussy, watching it pool in your folds before his fingers parted you, rubbing the slick liquid deep inside. You nodded, hips lifting to meet his touch, the warmth of the oil contrasting with the cool air. He coated his cock next, stroking himself to full hardness, the shaft gleaming as he positioned himself between your legs.

But he wasn't rushing. Grabbing an ice cube, Kyojuro traced it along your inner thigh, the chill making you shiver and clench. He pressed it to your clit, circling slowly until it melted against your heat, water dripping down to mix with the oil. 'So responsive,' he praised, popping another cube into his mouth before leaning down to suck your nipple, the cold shock of his tongue making you arch off the table.

He fed you an ice cube too, his fingers pushing it past your lips as you sucked on it, mirroring the way you'd taken him earlier. Then, with a growl, he thrust into you—his oiled cock sliding in deep and easy, filling your pussy completely. The table creaked under the force of his hips snapping forward, each plunge slick and relentless, the oil letting him grind against your walls without friction.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he fucked you harder, one hand bracing on the table while the other grabbed more ice, rubbing it over your clit in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations—his thick cock pounding your core and the icy tease on your nerves—pushed you toward the edge fast. 'Cum with me again,' he demanded, breath hot against your ear, his pace faltering as his balls tightened.

Your pussy spasmed around him, milking his length as orgasm ripped through you, waves of pleasure making you cry out. Kyojuro buried himself deep, groaning as he flooded you with another load of cum, hot spurts painting your insides while the oil and your juices squelched around him. He collapsed over you, both of you panting, bodies slick and spent, the kitchen reeking of sex, fruits, and indulgence.

After a long moment, he pulled out gently, a river of cum and oil leaking from your well-fucked pussy onto the table. Kyojuro kissed your forehead, then your lips, tasting of salt and sweetness. 'Until next time,' he murmured, already imagining the feast to come—maybe sushi rolls pressed against skin, or warm melted butter for a different kind of glide.

The night faded into satisfied exhaustion, but the flame in his eyes promised endless hunger.

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Sanemi × F!Reader (im sorry mui in advanced)

Warnings: riding, nipple play, squirting, piss kink, Cheating

You've been dating Muichiro for a while now—his quiet intensity and soft touches making every moment feel like a secret world just for the two of you. But there's Sanemi, the rough-edged friend who's always pushed boundaries, turning stolen glances into something more dangerous. Tonight, with Muichiro out on a late errand, you find yourself in Sanemi's dimly lit room, the air thick with tension and the scent of sweat.

He lounges on the bed, shirt discarded, scars mapping his muscled torso like a challenge. You straddle his lap without a word, your skirt hiked up, panties shoved aside as you grind against the bulge in his jeans. 'Fuck Muichiro's gentle shit,' Sanemi growls, hands rough on your hips. 'You need this—need me splitting you open.' His words ignite you; you unzip him, freeing his thick cock, hard and veined, slapping against his abs.

You position yourself over him, sinking down slowly at first, feeling every inch stretch your pussy. A moan escapes as you bottom out, his girth filling you completely. Then you start riding—hard, relentless, lifting your hips and slamming back down. Your thighs burn from the effort, but the friction builds fast, his cock dragging along your walls with each bounce. Sanemi thrusts up to meet you, grunting as your ass slaps against his thighs.

His hands roam up, fingers pinching your nipples through your thin top. He twists them sharply, rolling the hardened peaks between thumb and forefinger. 'These tits are begging for it,' he rasps, yanking your shirt up to expose them. Leaning forward, he latches onto one with his mouth, sucking hard while his teeth graze the sensitive bud. You arch into him, riding faster, the dual sensations making your clit throb. He switches to the other nipple, biting down just enough to sting, then soothing with his tongue—wet laps that send jolts straight to your core.

'Pinch them yourself,' he demands, guiding your hands to your chest. You obey, tweaking your own nipples while you bounce on his dick, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge. Sanemi watches with hooded eyes, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit in rough circles. 'Gonna make you squirt all over my cock—drench me like the slut you are for this.' The dirty command coils tight in your belly; you grind down harder, chasing the pressure.

Orgasm hits like a wave, your pussy clenching around him as you squirt—hot liquid gushing out, soaking his shaft and balls, dripping down to the sheets. You cry out, body shaking, but don't stop riding through it, milking every drop from the release. Sanemi groans, feeling the warmth flood over him. 'That's it—fuck, you're soaking me. But we're not done.' He flips you suddenly, pinning you beneath him without pulling out, pounding into your oversensitive hole.

As he fucks you deeper, the piss kink surges—raw and urgent. 'Hold it,' he murmurs against your ear, slowing his thrusts to grind against your g-spot. 'I want you to piss on my cock while I fill you.' The taboo thrill makes you clench; you nod, biting your lip as the need builds alongside the renewed pleasure. He pinches your nipple again, twisting until you whimper, then resumes his brutal pace.

You can't hold back— the combination shatters you. As another climax builds, you let go, piss streaming out around his thrusting cock, mixing with your squirt and his pre-cum in a messy flood. It splashes against his pelvis, warm and uninhibited, heightening every sensation. Sanemi thrusts through it, loving the slick heat. 'Fuck yes—piss all over me, mark this dick as yours.' His own release follows, cock pulsing as he buries deep and cums, flooding your pussy with thick ropes.

You both collapse, breathless and drenched, the evidence of your betrayal sticky between you. Sanemi smirks, tracing a finger through the mess on your thigh. 'Muichiro won't know what hit him when you go back smelling like this.' The secret lingers, a promise of more forbidden rides to come.

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Kyojuro × F!Reader (2/3)

Warnings: Foodplay, Praise Kink, Blowjob, Pussy Eating, Cum Swallowing

Kyojuro's chest heaved against yours as he caught his breath, his massive body pinning you to the cool granite counter, the sticky remnants of chocolate syrup and cum smeared between your skin. His cock, still semi-hard inside your pulsing pussy, twitched with aftershocks, sending a fresh trickle of his seed leaking down your thighs. He lifted his head, those golden eyes blazing with unquenched fire, scanning the kitchen like a predator eyeing his next meal.

"We're not done yet," he declared, voice rough and commanding, laced with that signature enthusiasm that made your core clench anew. He pulled out slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every ridge of his thick shaft drag against your sensitive walls. A wet pop echoed as he withdrew, and he watched intently as your pussy gaped slightly, oozing a mix of his cum and the mashed fruit from earlier. With a hungry hum, he scooped some of that creamy mess onto his fingers, bringing it to your lips. "Taste us," he urged, pushing them inside your mouth. You sucked greedily, the salty tang of his release blending with the faint banana sweetness, your tongue swirling around his digits until he groaned low in his throat.

Rising to his full height, Kyojuro's muscles rippled under his haori, now half-undone and dusted with flour from the counter's edge. He reached for the fridge, pulling out a chilled bowl of fresh cream he'd whipped earlier—thick, velvety, perfect for indulgence. Dipping his hand in, he slathered a generous dollop across your breasts, the cold shock making your nipples pebble instantly. He bent down, capturing one peak between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue lashed the cream away in firm, circling strokes. His free hand kneaded your other breast, fingers pinching and rolling the slick nipple until you whimpered, arching into his touch.

"Delicious," he murmured against your skin, trailing his mouth lower, lapping up stray drips that had run toward your navel. He spread your legs wider with his broad shoulders, hooking them over his arms to expose your dripping folds completely. The air hit your overheated pussy, making you shiver, but Kyojuro wasted no time. He grabbed a handful of grapes from the counter—plump, purple orbs bursting with juice—and pressed one against your clit, rolling it in slow circles. The cool fruit contrasted with your heat, the pressure building friction that had you gasping, hips bucking involuntarily.

He pushed the grape inside you then, following with another, his fingers delving deep to pack them against your inner walls. "Hold them for me," he instructed, voice gravelly as he added a third, stretching you just enough to tease. Your pussy clenched around the intrusion, the fruits squishing slightly under the pressure. Kyojuro's eyes darkened with lust as he withdrew his fingers, coated in your arousal, and licked them clean with deliberate swipes of his tongue. Then, he lowered his head, his hot breath fanning your thighs before his mouth descended.

His tongue plunged into your entrance without mercy, spearing deep to hook and crush the grapes one by one. Juices exploded inside you—tart and sweet—mixing with your own slickness as he fucked you with his tongue, thrusting in and out with powerful laps. He sucked at your folds, drawing out the flavors, his nose bumping your clit rhythmically. One hand gripped your ass, fingers digging into the flesh to spread you wider, while the other reached up to feed you a grape he'd saved, popping it between your teeth as you moaned.

You threaded your fingers through his wild, flame-tipped hair, pulling him closer, grinding against his face as waves of pleasure built. Kyojuro growled into your pussy, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He added his thumb to the mix, rubbing firm circles over your swollen clit while his tongue delved deeper, lapping every drop. The combination shattered you quickly—your orgasm crashed over you, thighs quaking around his head, pussy spasming as you squirted a gush of your release mixed with grape juice onto his chin.

He drank it all, unrelenting, until you were a trembling mess. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a triumphant grin splitting his face. His cock had hardened fully again, standing proud and veined, tip glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, twice, smearing the remnants of cream from your body onto his length for extra slickness. "On your knees," he ordered, guiding you down to the kitchen floor, the tiles cold against your heated skin.

You knelt eagerly, mouth watering at the sight of him. Kyojuro grabbed a jar of caramel sauce, drizzling it over his cock in thick, warm ribbons that cascaded down the shaft. "Suck me clean," he commanded, fisting your hair gently but firmly to angle your face. You leaned in, lips parting to take the head into your mouth, tongue flicking out to lap the sticky caramel from the slit. The flavor burst—rich and buttery—mingling with his musky taste as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder.

He thrust shallowly, feeding you more of his length, the caramel coating your tongue as you bobbed your head. His hips rocked steadily, fucking your mouth with controlled power, grunts escaping him each time you swallowed around him. You reached up, cupping his heavy balls, massaging them while your other hand pumped the base, twisting to gather every drip. Kyojuro's grip tightened in your hair, pace quickening as he chased his peak, the kitchen echoing with wet slurps and his ragged breaths.

"Swallow it all," he warned, voice strained, and then he erupted—hot jets of cum flooding your throat, thick and endless. You gulped it down, the caramel making it slide smoothly, some dribbling from the corners of your mouth. He held you there until he softened, then pulled out, tilting your chin up to admire his work. "Perfect," he praised, helping you to your feet with strong arms.

The night was far from over; Kyojuro's appetite burned eternal. He eyed the pantry, already plotting the next indulgence—perhaps olive oil for a slippery massage, or ice cubes to tease your most sensitive spots.

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Pussy Drunk Obanai

Warnings: Obanai is Obsessed with Reader's Pussy, Obanai is FAMISHED, Praise Kink, Tongue Fucking, Fingering, P in V

The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of a single lantern, casting shadows that dance across Obanai's bandaged face as he kneels between your thighs. You've been teasing him all evening—brushing against him during dinner, whispering promises of what's to come—and now, with his haori discarded and his lithe body pressed close, he's unraveling. Obanai, always so composed, so restrained, but tonight? He's starving, eyes glazed with that feral hunger that only you ignite.

His hands—slender but firm, fingers tipped with calluses from his blade—grip your hips, pulling you to the edge of the futon. No words at first, just his breath ghosting over your exposed pussy, already slick from anticipation. He inhales deeply, nose brushing your folds, and a low groan rumbles from his chest. 'Smell so fucking good,' he mutters, voice muffled as he nuzzles closer, tongue darting out to trace your slit in one long, deliberate lick. The sensation jolts through you, making your back arch, but he pins you down, thumbs digging into your skin to keep you still.

Obanai dives in like a man possessed, lips sealing around your clit, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from your throat. His tongue flicks relentlessly, circling the swollen nub before plunging lower, spearing into your entrance to lap at your juices. He's messy about it—chin glistening, saliva mixing with your arousal as he eats you out with sloppy, desperate strokes. 'Taste... can't get enough,' he pants between licks, the words vibrating against your core. His heterochromatic eyes flick up to meet yours, pupils blown wide, lost in the act, like your pussy is the only thing anchoring him to reality.

You thread your fingers through his dark hair, tugging to urge him on, and he responds by spreading your lips wider with his thumbs, exposing you fully before burying his face deeper. His nose grinds against your clit while his tongue thrusts inside, fucking you with it in shallow, insistent pumps. The wet sounds fill the room—slurps and smacks as he devours you, humming approval that sends shivers up your spine. He's pussy drunk already, hips rutting against nothing, his cock straining in his pants, but he ignores it, focused solely on feasting.

'Obanai—fuck, yes,' you moan, thighs trembling as the pressure builds. He doesn't let up, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple, rolling the hard peak between his fingers while his mouth works overtime. When your orgasm hits, it's explosive—walls clenching around nothing as you squirt against his tongue, soaking his face. He drinks it down greedily, swallowing every drop, then keeps licking through the aftershocks, overstimulating your sensitive nerves until you're writhing and begging.

But he doesn't stop. Can't stop. 'More,' he growls, voice rough and needy, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand only to dive back in. His fingers join the assault now—two slipping inside your spasming pussy, curling to hit that spongy spot while his lips latch onto your clit again. He finger-fucks you hard, knuckles deep, the squelch obscene as he chases another release from you. His free hand kneads your thigh, nails scraping lightly, marking you in his own subtle way.

You're a mess beneath him, hips bucking involuntarily, but Obanai's grip tightens, holding you in place as he sucks and thrusts, tongue and fingers in sync. 'Come on, give it to me—flood my mouth again,' he demands, the command muffled but intense. The second climax rips through you faster, sharper, your cries echoing as you gush over his hand, coating his wrist. He pulls his fingers free only to suck them clean, eyes locked on yours, before replacing them with his tongue once more.

Hours seem to blur—Obanai lost in his haze, alternating between lapping at your folds, sucking your clit until it's throbbing, and fingering you to yet another peak. His jaw aches, he knows, but the taste of you, the way you clench and quiver, keeps him hooked. Finally, when you're boneless and oversensitive, he crawls up your body, cock freed and sliding into your soaked heat in one smooth thrust. 'Been dreaming of this pussy all day,' he confesses, burying himself deep, but even as he fucks you slow and grinding, his hand drifts down to rub your clit, ensuring you're both lost in the ecstasy.

He cums with a shuddering groan, filling you up, but pulls out too soon—only to drop back down, licking the mix of your releases from your pussy like it's his favorite meal. Pussy drunk, utterly addicted, and you're right there with him, ready for whatever comes next.

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Blood Covered Sanemi × F!Reader

Warnings: Implied praise kink, blood kink, reader LOVES sanemi's hands

(Blood Covered Sanemi 😩🤤)

The door slams open with a force that rattles the windows, and there he is—Sanemi, storming into the apartment like a whirlwind of raw power and barely contained fury. Blood streaks his face, mats his wild white hair, and soaks through his torn uniform, the metallic tang hitting you before his eyes do. You've been waiting, heart pounding, knowing a mission like this leaves him feral. No 'hi' or 'hello,' just that predatory gaze locking onto you where you stand in the kitchen, frozen mid-stir of whatever dinner you were prepping.

He doesn't speak. Doesn't pause. His boots thud across the floor, leaving crimson footprints, and in two strides, he's on you—large, calloused hands gripping your waist, yanking you against his blood-smeared chest. The sticky warmth seeps through your shirt instantly, but it's his mouth crashing down on yours that steals your breath. Rough, demanding, his tongue invading without preamble, tasting of salt and iron as he devours you. You melt into it, hands fisting his uniform, the kiss bruising your lips until you're dizzy.

'Fuck greetings,' he growls against your mouth, finally pulling back just enough to rasp the words, his breath hot and ragged. One hand slides up your back, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck. He bites down—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark, sucking a fresh bruise while his other hand roams lower, palming your ass through your pants. 'Been thinking about this pussy all day. You—my perfect little slut, waiting here like you know I need you.' The praise hits like fire, your core clenching at the rough affection in his voice, the way he calls you his.

He shoves you back against the counter, the edge digging into your hips, but you don't care—your eyes are glued to his hands as he rips his shirt open, buttons scattering like bullets. Blood paints his torso in abstract swirls, highlighting every ridge of his abs, the scars that tell stories of battles won. Those hands—god, those hands you've obsessed over, veined and strong, now flexing as he discards the ruined fabric. They're smeared red, knuckles split, and the sight makes your thighs squeeze together, heat pooling low.

Sanemi notices, smirking wickedly, and grabs your wrist, guiding your palm to his chest. 'Touch it. Feel what I did for you out there.' You do, fingers tracing the sticky trails, smearing blood across his skin, your breath hitching at the warmth, the proof of his violence. It's intoxicating, this kink twisting in your gut, making you wet as you imagine him drenched in his enemies' life force, coming home to claim you. His hand covers yours, pressing harder, then slides down to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple through the fabric until it pebbles.

'Look at you, getting soaked just from this,' he murmurs, voice low and approving, that praise kink flaring as he pinches the bud, rolling it between bloodied fingers. 'Such a good girl, loving my mess. Gonna paint you with it.' He yanks your shirt up, exposing your skin, and drags his hand across your stomach, leaving a bold streak of red. The sensation is electric—cool air on the wet path, his touch possessive—and you whimper, arching into him.

His free hand dives into your pants, calluses scraping your inner thigh as he shoves past your panties, two thick fingers plunging into your dripping pussy without warning. You cry out, legs buckling, but he holds you up, thrusting deep, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. 'Fuck, you're always so tight for me. Perfect—taking my fingers like you were made for it.' He pumps them relentlessly, thumb grinding your clit, the squelch of your arousal mixing with the faint drip of blood from his arm onto the floor.

You clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the bloody canvas of his back, and he groans, cock straining against his pants as he finger-fucks you harder. 'That's it, ride my hand, baby. Show me how much you love these fingers buried in your cunt.' The words push you closer, your obsession with his hands amplifying every slide, every twist—those veins pulsing under your gaze, the way they stretch you open. Blood transfers to your hips where he grips, marking you as his territory, and the kink surges, your walls fluttering around him.

He withdraws suddenly, making you whine at the loss, but only to spin you around, bending you over the counter. Pants yanked down, your ass exposed, and then his hand cracks against it—once, twice, the sting blooming hot. 'Gonna fuck you right here, covered in my blood. You're mine—every inch.' He frees his cock, thick and throbbing, veins mirroring the ones you adore on his hands, and slams into you in one brutal thrust. You scream, the fullness overwhelming, his hips snapping forward as he sets a punishing pace.

One hand braces on the counter beside yours, blood dripping onto your knuckles, while the other wraps around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race. 'So fucking good—taking my cock like a champ. My pretty girl, clenching around me.' Praise spills from him with every grunt, fueling your high as he pounds deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing. His fingers tighten on your neck, then trail down to pinch your clit, those hands everywhere, owning you.

The blood smears between your bodies, slicking the friction, heightening every sensation until you're sobbing his name, orgasm crashing over you in waves. He follows with a roar, flooding your pussy with hot cum, grinding through it as he marks you inside and out. Panting, he pulls out, turning you to face him, and kisses you again—slower this time, but no less claiming, his bloodied hands cupping your face tenderly.

'Welcome home,' you whisper against his lips, and he chuckles, low and satisfied, already hardening again at the thought of round two.

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Kyojuro × F!Reader (1/3)

Warnings: Foodplay, Praise Kink, Breeding

Kyojuro's eyes lit up with that intense, fiery passion as he watched you in the kitchen, his muscular frame leaning against the counter. The Flame Hashira had always been a man of bold appetites, but tonight, his hunger went beyond the flames of battle. He grabbed a ripe strawberry from the bowl, holding it between his thick fingers, juice already beading at the tip.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You stepped closer, heart pounding, as he pressed the fruit to your lips. "Open for me." You parted them, and he slid the strawberry inside, letting it burst against your tongue. Sweet nectar dripped down your chin, and before you could swallow, Kyojuro leaned in, his mouth crashing against yours. His tongue plunged deep, licking the sticky sweetness from your lips, sucking it greedily while his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against his hardening cock straining through his pants.

He broke the kiss with a growl, grabbing a jar of honey from the shelf. "I want to taste you like this," he murmured, his breath hot on your neck. He dipped two fingers into the golden liquid, then trailed them down your collarbone, smearing it over your skin. You gasped as he followed the path with his mouth, sucking hard at your flesh, teeth grazing just enough to mark you. The honey mixed with your sweat, making every lick slick and indulgent.

Kyojuro spun you around, bending you over the counter with effortless strength. He yanked your skirt up, exposing your ass, and fetched a banana from the fruit bowl. Peeling it slowly, he rubbed the soft flesh along your inner thighs, teasing closer to your aching pussy. "So wet already," he noted, his voice thick with lust. He pressed the banana against your folds, sliding it up and down, the curve bumping your clit until you moaned. Then, with a wicked grin, he pushed it inside you, inch by inch, watching it disappear into your heat.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," he groaned, his hand pumping it in and out, the fruit mashing against your walls, creating a messy, slippery rhythm. Juices—yours and the banana's—dripped down your legs. Kyojuro freed his thick cock from his pants, stroking it as he watched, pre-cum glistening at the tip. He pulled the fruit out, now a pulpy mess, and smeared it over his shaft before lining up behind you.

He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt, the remnants of the banana making everything slicker, tighter. "Take it all," he grunted, pounding into you with relentless force, his hips slapping against your ass. One hand reached for whipped cream, spraying it onto your back, then licking it off in long, hungry strokes while he fucked you deeper. The kitchen filled with the sounds of your cries, his grunts, and the wet squelch of bodies colliding.

As his pace quickened, he flipped you onto the counter, spreading your legs wide. He grabbed chocolate syrup, drizzling it over your breasts, then sucked your nipples clean, biting down until you arched. His cock slammed back inside your pussy, the syrup mixing with sweat and cum as he chased his release. "Cum with me," he demanded, thumb circling your clit furiously.

You shattered first, clenching around him, and Kyojuro followed, flooding you with hot spurts of cum. He collapsed over you, both sticky and spent, but his eyes already sparkled with ideas for the next course.

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POV: you can't squirt and Gyomei is more than eager to prove you wrong.

Warnings: Squirting, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Sucking, P in V

The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm shadows across your shared bedroom, the air thick with the scent of your favorite lavender candles. You've just finished a quiet dinner, the kind where conversation flows easy between you and Gyomei, your husband of two years. His massive frame dominates the space even when he's simply sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt with those thick, calloused fingers that always make your pulse quicken. Gyomei, the unyielding pillar of strength, blind but seeing everything through touch and instinct, tilts his head slightly as you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

'I... I don't think I can squirt, Gyomei. I've tried, but it never happens.' The words tumble out, a mix of vulnerability and curiosity, your cheeks flushing as you sit beside him in your thin nightgown, the fabric clinging to your curves.

He pauses, his broad hand settling on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles that send heat pooling low in your belly. A deep rumble builds in his chest, not quite a laugh but something darker, more primal. 'Is that so?' His voice is gravelly, laced with that quiet authority that always makes your knees weak. 'You've never let me show you properly, my love. But tonight, I'll prove you wrong. I'll make that sweet pussy of yours gush for me until you're begging to stop.'

Before you can respond, he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips as his hands grip your ass firmly, kneading the flesh through the gown. His mouth claims yours in a deep, possessive kiss, tongue thrusting in to mimic what he plans for your body. You melt into him, hands roaming over the hard ridges of his chest as he exposes it, muscles flexing under your touch. Gyomei breaks the kiss, nipping at your jawline before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his breath steady and controlled while yours hitches.

He lifts the hem of your nightgown, bunching it up to your waist, cool air hitting your bare skin. No panties tonight— you knew this confession might lead here. 'Spread for me,' he commands softly, guiding your knees wider with one hand while the other slides between your thighs. His fingers part your folds, finding you already slick, and he groans in approval. 'So wet already. This cunt knows what it needs.' Two thick digits push inside you without preamble, stretching your walls as he curls them upward, pressing against that hidden spot deep within.

You gasp, clutching his shoulders, the intrusion both filling and teasing. Gyomei pumps slowly at first, his thumb circling your clit in firm, deliberate strokes. 'Feel that? Right there,' he murmurs, his free hand cupping your breast through the fabric, pinching the nipple until it hardens. He builds the rhythm, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. Your hips rock instinctively, chasing the building pressure, but he holds you steady, controlling every movement.

'Tell me you want it,' he demands, voice dropping an octave as he adds a third finger, scissoring them to open you wider. The stretch burns deliciously, your pussy clenching around him. 'Say you want your husband to fuck this tight hole until you squirt all over my hand.' The words make you whimper, heat flooding your face and core. 'Please, Gyomei... make me squirt. Prove it to me.'

Satisfied, he flips you onto your back with effortless strength, settling between your legs. His shirt discarded, pants shoved down just enough to free his massive cock—thick, veined, and throbbing against your inner thigh. But he doesn't enter you yet. Instead, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half, exposing you completely. 'Watch how I take you apart,' he says, though his eyes are unseeing, his focus on the heat radiating from your core.

His mouth descends, lips sealing around your clit as his fingers plunge back in, three now, hooking relentlessly against your G-spot. He sucks hard, tongue flicking the swollen nub while his hand twists, grinding the heel of his palm against your entrance. The dual assault has you writhing, back arching off the bed, moans turning to cries. 'Gyomei—it's too much, I can't—' But he doesn't relent, humming vibrations through your clit, his beard scraping your sensitive skin.

The pressure builds like a storm, unfamiliar and intense, a fullness in your bladder mixed with pure ecstasy. His fingers fuck you harder, curling with precision, thumb now rubbing your clit in rapid circles. 'Let it go,' he growls against your pussy, teeth grazing your folds. 'Squirt for me, wife. Soak my face.' The command shatters you. Your body tenses, thighs quaking around his head, and then it hits—a rush like nothing before. Your pussy convulses, gushing hot fluid in forceful spurts that splash against his mouth, chin, and chest.

You scream his name, vision blurring as wave after wave floods out, drenching the sheets beneath you. Gyomei drinks it in, lapping greedily at the spray, fingers still pumping to milk every drop. 'That's it—fuck, yes, look at you squirting for your husband.' He pulls back slightly, face glistening with your release, a triumphant smile curving his lips as he watches your body tremble through the aftershocks.

But he's not done. Rising up, he positions his cock at your entrance, the broad head nudging your soaked folds. 'Now I'll fill you while you're still gushing,' he promises, thrusting in deep with one powerful stroke. Your walls flutter around him, oversensitive and slick, and he sets a brutal pace, hips slamming forward as his hands pin your wrists above your head. Each plunge hits that spot again, reigniting the fire, and soon another build-up coils tight.

'Again,' he grunts, pounding relentlessly, balls slapping against your ass. 'Give me more.' You do, shattering around him in another squirting orgasm, your juices coating his shaft and dripping down his thighs. He follows with a roar, burying deep to flood your pussy with thick ropes of cum, mixing with your squirt in a messy, claiming overflow.

Panting, he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair. 'Told you, my love. You can—and you will, every time I want.' His fingers trail down, dipping into the wet mess between your legs, a promise of more to come.

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Period Sex with Douma

Warnings: Reader is on her Period, Praising, Riding, Intercourse during Menstruation

The air in the dimly lit chamber hangs heavy with incense and the metallic tang of blood, Douma's rainbow-hued eyes gleaming with predatory delight as he lounges on the silk-draped altar. His pale skin contrasts sharply against the crimson stains already blooming on the sheets beneath you, your period in full flow, thighs slick with warm blood that trickles down as you straddle his lap. He's shed his robes, his lean, muscular frame exposed, cock standing rigid and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. No revulsion crosses his serene face—only hunger, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

"Ah, such a natural offering," he murmurs, voice smooth as silk, one cold hand sliding up your inner thigh to smear the blood there, fingers dipping into the mess before tracing a line up your belly. You shiver at the chill of his touch, your pussy aching despite—or because of—the cramps, arousal mixing with the flow. He guides your hips down, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, parting the bloody folds with ease. You sink onto him slowly, gasping as he stretches you, the slickness of your period making the slide effortless, blood coating his shaft as you take him inch by inch until he's buried deep, your walls clenching around the intrusion.

Douma's hands grip your ass, pulling you flush against him, his hips bucking up to thrust hard, driving his cock into your core with wet, squelching sounds that echo off the stone walls. Blood seeps out around where you're joined, dripping down his balls and staining the altar, but he revels in it, smearing it across your breasts with his thumbs as he pinches your nipples. "Feel how you bleed for me? So warm, so alive," he breathes, leaning in to lick a stripe up your neck, fangs grazing your skin without breaking it. You ride him faster, grinding your clit against his pubic bone, the friction sending sparks through your body amid the dull ache.

He flips you onto your back without pulling out, his cock plunging deeper as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. Each thrust slams into your cervix, pushing more blood out in rhythmic gushes that paint his abdomen red. You cry out, fingers digging into his back, nails leaving marks on his unyielding flesh. Douma's pace turns relentless, pounding your pussy with brutal force, the head of his cock battering that sensitive spot inside until your vision blurs. "Cum for me, my little devotee—let it all spill," he commands, one hand slipping between you to rub your swollen clit, slick with blood and your juices.

The pressure builds unbearably, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crash through the pain, pussy spasming around his thick length. You shatter, screaming his name, orgasm ripping through you as fresh blood flows freer, soaking the sheets. Douma groans, low and feral, his cock throbbing as he buries himself to the hilt and unloads, hot spurts of cum flooding your depths, mixing with your period in a messy torrent that overflows and trickles out.

He stays seated inside you, panting lightly, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he watches the combined fluids leak from your well-fucked hole. "Delicious... we'll do this every cycle, won't we?" he whispers, already hardening again within your warmth.

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Sanekana x Male Reader smut?????

Sanemi × M!Reader × Kanae

Warnings: Threesome, Jealous!Reader, Forced Teamwork, Possesive, Daddy × Brat Dynamic, Spanking, Hair Pulling, BDSM

The dim light of the training hall filtered through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Sanemi Shinazugawa stood in the center, his scarred chest heaving from the intense sparring session he'd just wrapped up. His white hair was disheveled, sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead, and his sharp eyes scanned the room with that predatory intensity that always made your stomach twist. You lingered by the edge, wiping down your blade with more focus than necessary. Your heart pounded not from the workout, but from the sight of Kanae Kocho entering the hall, her gentle smile lighting up the space as she approached Sanemi.

"Sanemi-san, you pushed yourself hard today," she said softly, her hand brushing his arm in a way that sent a jealous spike through your chest. She had no idea—no clue about the nights you'd spent tangled in his sheets, whispering promises of devotion while he growled orders into your ear. Kanae thought this was just camaraderie, a budding romance she'd stumbled into. But you knew the truth: Sanemi was yours first, even if he played both sides like a game.

Sanemi grunted, his gaze flicking to you for a split second—long enough to make your cock twitch in anticipation. "Team exercise tomorrow," he announced abruptly, his voice rough like gravel. "You two. Border patrol. No arguments." It was forced teamwork, his way of keeping you both close, testing the waters of this tangled mess. Kanae's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded eagerly. You bit your tongue, the possessiveness bubbling up like acid. Why her? Why drag her into what was supposed to be your private claim on him?

The next day dawned humid and oppressive, the forest thick with underbrush that clawed at your legs as the three of you trekked deeper into demon territory. Sanemi led the way, his haori flapping like a banner of dominance. Kanae walked beside him, chatting lightly about herbs and remedies, her laughter a knife to your gut. You trailed behind, gripping your sword hilt until your knuckles whitened, imagining pulling her away and pinning Sanemi against a tree to remind him who he belonged to.

A demon ambush shattered the tension. It lunged from the shadows, claws extended, forcing you all into synchronized combat. Sanemi barked orders—"You, cover her left! Brat, don't fuck this up!"—his nickname for you laced with that daddy edge that made your thighs clench. You dove in, slashing at the beast's flank while Kanae wielded her poison-tipped blade with graceful precision. Sanemi finished it off with a brutal overhead strike, blood spraying across his face. In the aftermath, panting and adrenaline-fueled, the air crackled with unspoken heat.

"Good work," Sanemi rasped, wiping his katana clean. His eyes locked on yours, dark with hunger. Kanae flushed, stepping closer to him, but you couldn't hold back anymore. "She's too soft for this," you snapped, voice laced with venom. "You need someone who can keep up, not drag you down." Jealousy poured out, raw and unfiltered, your secret love for him fueling the fire.

Kanae's brows furrowed in confusion. "What? I held my own—"

Sanemi's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vise grip. "Watch your mouth, boy," he growled, pulling you flush against his blood-streaked chest. The possessive glint in his eyes silenced you both. "You think you're the only one who gets a say? This trio's mine to command." He turned to Kanae, his free hand cupping her chin. "You in or out, flower?"

Her cheeks burned, but she didn't pull away. "I... I want to understand," she whispered, glancing between you and him. The drama of the triangle hung heavy, desires clashing like swords.

Sanemi didn't wait for more words. He dragged you both to a secluded clearing, the forest canopy shielding your sins. "Strip," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. You hesitated, bratty defiance rising—"Make me, old man"—earning a sharp slap to your ass through your uniform. The sting made you yelp, cock hardening instantly.

Kanae gasped, but her hands trembled as she obeyed, shedding her haori and kosode to reveal soft curves and pert breasts. You followed suit, slower, eyes devouring Sanemi's muscular form as he bared himself, his thick cock springing free, veined and demanding attention. He caught your stare, smirking. "Jealous little shit. On your knees. Both of you."

You dropped first, knees hitting the mossy ground, resentment mixing with lust as Kanae knelt beside you. Sanemi fisted your hair, yanking your head back to force your gaze up. "Daddy's gonna teach you teamwork," he snarled, the daddy dynamic igniting like flint. He guided his cock to your lips, thrusting in without mercy. You gagged, saliva dripping as you sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the salty head. Kanae watched, wide-eyed, until he grabbed her hair too, pulling her in. "Lick his balls, girl. Show him you're part of this."

She leaned in hesitantly, her warm tongue lapping at your sack while you hollowed your cheeks around Sanemi's length. The forced intimacy burned—her presence a taunt to your possessiveness—but the slick sounds of her obedience made your own dick leak pre-cum onto the dirt. Sanemi fucked your mouth roughly, hips snapping, grunting praises that twisted the knife. "That's it, brat. Take it like you own me. But you don't— we do."

He pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting you to his throbbing shaft. "Up. Bend over that log." You scrambled to comply, ass in the air, vulnerable and aching. Kanae was positioned beside you, her pussy glistening with arousal she couldn't hide. Sanemi's hand cracked down on your cheek first—spank after spank, the pain blooming into heat that had you moaning, pushing back for more. "Jealous? Good. Means you care," he taunted, fingers digging into your hip possessively.

He spanked her next, lighter at first, drawing whimpers from her lips. "You wanna play with my boy? Earn it." She arched, nodding frantically, and he rewarded her with a finger plunging into her wet folds, curling to hit that spot that made her cry out. You growled, twisting to glare, but Sanemi yanked your hair, forcing your face into the dirt. "Eyes forward, possessive fuck. Watch me own you both."

Sanemi bound your wrists with his discarded belt, the leather biting into your skin. Kanae's hands were tied similarly, linking you together in forced proximity—your bound form pressed against hers, skin sliding slick with sweat. Sanemi positioned himself behind you, spitting on your hole before shoving his cock in raw. The stretch burned, delicious and punishing, as he bottomed out with a groan. "Tight as ever, brat. Mine."

He pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust jolting your body against Kanae's. She gasped as the motion ground your hip into her thigh, her nipples hardening against your side. Sanemi reached around, pinching her clit hard enough to make her buck. "Feel that? He's fucking you through me," he rasped, possessive dominance radiating.

You couldn't hold back the jealousy-fueled pleas. "Harder, Daddy—show her I'm your favorite." Another spank landed, this one on your balls, making you howl. He laughed darkly, pulling your hair to arch your back. "Favorites are for kids. You're both my toys."

Switching seamlessly, he withdrew from you with a wet pop, slick cock nudging Kanae's entrance. She mewled as he filled her, slower this time, letting her adjust to his girth. You strained against the bonds, watching enviously as her pussy clenched around him, juices coating his shaft. "No—fuck me instead," you whined, bratty and desperate.

Sanemi's response was to grab your bound hands and force two fingers into Kanae's mouth. "Shut up and help. Finger her ass while I fuck her cunt." The teamwork was twisted, possessive control at its peak. You obeyed through gritted teeth, slicking your fingers with her spit before probing her tight rear. She shuddered, moaning around your digits as you pushed in, the dual penetration making her walls flutter.

Sanemi's pace quickened, hips slamming into her, the obscene slaps echoing. He leaned over, biting your shoulder hard enough to draw blood—a mark of ownership. "Cum for us, flower," he commanded, and she did, screaming as her orgasm ripped through her, soaking his cock. He didn't stop, pulling out to shove back into you, chasing his release with brutal thrusts.

"Gonna fill you up, brat. Mark you inside so she knows," he growled, hair-pulling you upright to kiss you fiercely, tongue invading like conquest. You came untouched, spurting onto the log, vision blurring as he flooded your ass with hot cum, pulsing deep.

He untied you both after, collapsing in a heap of limbs. Kanae curled against his chest, dazed and sated, while you nestled on his other side, jealousy simmering but subdued—for now. The triangle had shifted, boundaries pushed to breaking, desires laid bare in the afterglow. Sanemi's arms encircled you both possessively. "This is us now," he murmured. "No more secrets."

But as his breathing evened out, you met Kanae's eyes over his shoulder, a spark of rivalry lingering. The drama was far from over.

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Professor!Giyuu × StudentF!Reader

Warnings: Giyuu accuses her of masturbating to him, Pinning, Student×professor, Nipple play

The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the empty PE office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk piled with clipboards and water bottles. You're leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over your sports bra and jogging pants, that signature smirk playing on your lips as you face Giyuu Tomioka, your stoic PE professor. He's behind his desk, dark hair falling into his intense blue eyes, his button-up shirt clinging slightly from the day's exertion, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms. At 25, he's young for a prof, but his no-nonsense demeanor makes him seem older—until you push his buttons, which you love doing.

"Missed the assignment again?" His voice is low, even, but there's an edge to it as he slides the graded papers toward you, your name circled in red with a big fat zero. "You were supposed to track your training metrics. What's the excuse this time?"

You shrug, flipping your hair back with feigned nonchalance, though your heart picks up pace under his gaze. Truth is, you've been swamped—club meetings, part-time job, and yeah, maybe a few late nights scrolling through fan edits of him online, his serious face making your thighs clench. But you're not admitting that. "Too busy, Prof. Life happens. Cut me some slack—I'm acing everything else."

Giyuu stands slowly, his 5'9" frame towering as he rounds the desk, closing the distance until he's inches away. His scent—clean sweat and faint cologne—hits you, and you tilt your chin up defiantly, meeting his eyes. "Busy," he repeats, one hand bracing on the wall beside your head, effectively pinning you in place without touching. The heat radiating from his body makes your skin prickle. "Or were you too occupied touching yourself to thoughts of me? I saw you staring during laps today. Eyes lingering where they shouldn't."

Your breath hitches, cheeks flushing, but you fire back with a bratty laugh. "Oh, please. As if you'd know what I do in my free time. Jealous?"

His free hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not hard, but firm enough to yank your arm down, pressing your palm flat against the wall. Now you're truly pinned, his body crowding yours, thigh slotting between your legs to nudge them apart. "Don't play games," he growls, voice dropping an octave, his face so close you feel his breath on your lips. "You've been testing me all semester. Smart girl like you, forgetting basics? It's deliberate. Admit it—you want this."

Before you can retort, his mouth crashes down on yours, kissing you roughly, tongue demanding entry as he devours your sass. You melt into it, kissing back fiercely, nipping his lower lip. He groans, releasing your wrist only to slide his hand up your tank top, palming your breast through the thin fabric. His thumb circles your nipple, already hardening under his touch, and you arch into him with a gasp.

"See?" he murmurs against your mouth, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw. "Body doesn't lie." He yanks your top up, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and his mouth latches onto one nipple, sucking hard. The wet pull sends jolts straight to your core, your pussy clenching as he flicks his tongue over the peak, teeth grazing just enough to sting. His other hand mirrors the action, pinching and rolling your free nipple between rough fingers, twisting until you whimper.

You buck against his thigh, grinding your soaked shorts against the firm muscle, the friction teasing your clit. "Fuck, Giyuu—" The name slips out, unfiltered, and he responds by biting down lightly, making you cry out. He switches sides, lavishing attention on the neglected nipple, sucking and licking until it's swollen and shiny with his saliva, while his fingers tug the other relentlessly.

Pinning you tighter with his hips, his erection presses against your belly through his pants—thick, insistent. "Say it," he demands, voice husky as he lifts his head, eyes dark with lust. "Tell me you were fingering that tight pussy thinking of me."

Your bratty side flares, but the pleasure overrides it. "Maybe I was. What're you gonna do about it, Prof?" You reach down, palming his cock through the fabric, feeling it twitch.

He hisses, grabbing both your wrists and slamming them above your head with one hand, the other shoving your shorts aside. His fingers find your slick folds, two plunging in without warning, curling to hit that spot that makes your knees buckle. "This," he says, pumping them deep, thumb grinding your clit. "Punish you until you learn."

You moan loudly, walls fluttering around his digits as he finger-fucks you, his mouth returning to your nipples—sucking one, pinching the other—in tandem rhythm. The dual assault builds fast, your body trembling against the wall. "Giyuu—I'm gonna—"

"Cum for me," he orders, thrusting harder, his teeth scraping your sensitive bud. The command tips you over, orgasm crashing through you, pussy gushing around his fingers as you scream his name.

He doesn't stop, drawing it out until you're shaking, then pulls his hand free, slick with your juices. Bringing his fingers to your lips, he pushes them in. "Taste yourself. Next time, do the assignment—or I'll make you beg for this in front of the class."

You suck his fingers clean, eyes locked on his, that low-key smarts kicking in as you whisper, "Promise?" He smirks—rare for him—and kisses you again, the taste of you lingering between you.

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Mitsuri Kanroji × M!Reader

Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, Praising

The dim light of the candle flickers across the room, casting warm shadows on Mitsuri's flushed skin as she sits cross-legged on the futon, her green-tipped hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes, wide and sparkling with a mix of shyness and excitement, lock onto yours. She's already slipped out of her uniform, her massive breasts heaving with each quick breath, nipples hardening in the cool air. You kneel facing her, your own clothes discarded, cock throbbing hard between your legs as you watch her hand trail down her soft belly toward the neatly trimmed patch above her pussy.

"I... I've never done this with someone before," she whispers, her voice breathy and eager, a blush creeping up her neck. But her fingers don't hesitate; they part her slick folds, revealing the glistening pink inside. She lets out a soft gasp as she circles her clit, her hips shifting slightly. "It feels so good already... watching you."

You wrap your hand around your shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling the heat build as pre-cum beads at the head. Mitsuri's gaze drops to your cock, her lips parting in fascination. She mirrors your pace, her fingers dipping lower to slide two inside her wet pussy, pumping them in and out with a wet squelch that fills the quiet room. Her free hand cups one of her heavy breasts, pinching the nipple until she moans, the sound high and needy.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice trembling as she spreads her legs wider, giving you a full view of her fingers working faster now, her juices coating her thighs. You nod, your strokes quickening, the sight of her pussy clenching around her digits making your balls tighten. She bites her lip, eyes flicking between your hand on your cock and your face, her breaths coming in pants. "Your cock looks so big... so hard. I want to see you cum for me."

The air thickens with the scent of her arousal, and you reach out, your free hand brushing her knee, encouraging her. Mitsuri leans forward slightly, her breasts swaying as she fucks herself harder, thumb rubbing her clit in frantic circles. A whimper escapes her when she hits that spot inside, her walls fluttering. You match her rhythm, jerking your cock with firm, twisting pulls, imagining how tight she'd feel around you.

Her moans grow louder, uninhibited, as she chases her release. "Ah... it's coming... don't stop," she pleads, her fingers plunging deep one last time before she arches back, pussy spasming visibly as she cums, clear fluid squirting onto her hand and the futon. The sight pushes you over the edge—your cock pulses in your grip, ropes of hot cum shooting across your stomach and toward her, splattering her thigh.

Mitsuri collapses forward with a satisfied giggle, her hand still lazily stroking her sensitive folds. "That was amazing... can we do it again?" she asks, eyes gleaming with post-orgasmic glow.