Drippin’

REQUEST FROM @miotireire !!!!!!! warnings: teasing, b0ndage

featuring: shouta aizawa

Aizawa nsfw headcanons

- he loves to do quickies but also loves taking his sweet time on you till you can handle it no more

- loves eating you out

- loves to hear your moans and shush you when the kids are sleeping

- BONDAGE is his thing!! when you're being to loud at night, he'll shut binding cloth so that the girls don't hear you

-grips the headboard while doing the missionary

-he likes to take advantage of you w/ his binding cloth

-take out his own frustration on you when he comes back from work

sfw headcanons

- neck kisses & morning kisses

- admires your body

- calls you his princess

-lays in between your legs while tracing circles on your thighs

-hes a teaser

-cuddling ofc his also his thing

-very touchy

-loves when you play with his hair

*extra* both of you have matching sleeping bags, and sleep like lazy cats

on a busy morning rainy day, running late to work while walking towards the daycare, thinking to yourself how stressful everything has become ever since you got the position of working as a secretary and also being a single a mother, but you did everything to make your daughter happy, and stayed strong for her. As you got to the doors of the daycare, you felt people come from behind you, feeling a cool breeze from the door constantly opening, your daughter randomly started running behind you,

Lillith: “Mom this is my best friend.”

making you turn around and make eye contact with a tall man, he looked tired, cold stare, un-cut beard, wearing baggy clothes, he looked so stressed and done with everything but the small figure right next to him was a white haired girl with a small horn on her upper right side of her head,

Eri: “Hello Ma’am My name is Eri, and this is my Father Shouta”

As you were about to shake his hand you thought to yourself, how can this man manage to look good even when looks so deprived. “its a pleasure to meet you both, My name is Y/N and this is my daughter Lilith.” It stayed silent for a sec until the man decided to speak

Aizawa: “Its a pleasure to meet you as well, Eri has been constantly talking about a good friend she made during daycare.”

Your head went blank when he opened his mouth, something about his voice sounded so deep and raspy in a good day of course, which then you came back to reality. “my daughter has also been constantly been talking about a friend she made during daycare as well, but just never got the time to come in and see for myself, cause of work… but i believe i’ve never seen you around here.” “I believe that this is our first time meeting here.” said Aizawa, for a moment your heard dropped and looked at the clock and decided that it was time to head out.“Apologies but i’m running late to work, its was nice chatting with you, good bye.” you gave your daughter her goodbye kiss, said by to Eri, and headed straight towards the door. “Is their anyway that I could chat with you again? or have your number.” said Aizawa but you left running to work feeling bad for not responding back. It was pouring so he stayed standing on the sidewalk but left the daycare after your presence disappeared from the distance.

As you were finishing off your paperwork and getting ready to leave, feeling tired while making your way towards the daycare, you saw Aizawa sitting on the benches from inside while watching the girls play tea party, making him jump from the sudden opening door,

Y/N: “Have you been here all afternoon?”..

He stayed silent while staring at the girls playing on the ball pit. You made your way around him, making yourself sit next to him feeling nervous because he didn’t hear you, but to your surprise he was asleep, You giggled in your head deciding to tap him on the shoulder. Took him a while to wake up but was surprised by your presence, “I got here 10 minutes ago and randomly fell asleep……” “work must be tiring you.” He looked at you for a hot minute but you weren’t paying attention other than your daughter playing with Eri. “Lillith its time to go home now.” your daughter whined and whined of not wanting to leave, while making your way towards her, Aizawa got up and asked for a way to stay in contact with you, making you turn around. “Oh sure let me just grab a pen and paper from my bag.” He watched you write out your phone number on the paper, while on the other hand your daughter still didn’t wanna leave. “here you go, but i have to leave now….” “Are you perhaps free tomorrow?”

it made your stomach float, did this man start liking you from just this morning? “yes, I am why is that?” he paused for a sec trying to figure out something to say. “Well Id like to get to know you, we could also take out the girls out to play.”

Y/N: “That sounds like a good idea, around what time?”

Aizawa: “perhaps 4?”

*time skip*

After a few months of being around him, you started to like him , and developed a strong relationship with him but yet didn’t quite know him very well, the only thing you knew about him is that he’d be come back from work all tired and had such a soft spot for both Eri and your daughter. Why was he keeping his life a secret from you? but you ignored it for a while but later on you fell for him, their never was a day that he treated you badly, He'd always treated you like his treasure, his princess, you felt comfortable around him that you even invited him to stay over at your house, he'd always after coming back from work, bring a bouquet of roses, it made you question at first but you loved how much of sweet man he is, you'd take care of Eri along with your daughter because he worked everyday unlike you had a couples days off, but made him his favorite meal earning a kiss from it. One night everything changed after you both decided that its best to feel comfortable sleeping on a shared bed, made you nervous since some days, he wouldn't show up to sleep with you due to him coming late from work making sleep on the couch. One night he come home frustrated and decided to go to your shared bedroom, he didn't wanna wake you up, but started giving you small kisses on your back shoulder and being touchy then before, kissed your neck and your ear making you squirm, confused with was going on, he then hugged you out of the blue, getting you more confused than ever. "Shouta is everything okay?" again a silent respond until he spoke, "lets just stay like this for a little longer please.." You didn't wanna question him more of what was going on, and respected his space. "Did I ever mention that I am a Pro-Hero...." said Aizawa, "is that why you've been hiding your personal life from me?, that's why you also been coming home from work all exhausted, I understand why now but I'm not mad, as long as you don't get hurt then its fine by me." He then got up and gave you a sweet kiss and said "I appreciate it."

"I love you Shouta, promised me that you'll never get hurt." He felt tranquil from the words coming out of your mouth, he knew that he found someone that loved him and someone to call a family. "I love you too Y/N, and ill promise ill come home w/ not scratches." He later then dozed off into your arms, you wondered to yourself why he was so afraid to tell you, but happy that he had the courage to tell you now, you laid him down while brushing his hair off his face and gave him a small peck on the lips, feeling happy to be with him, you hugged him to sleep, and later than dozed off as well..

psssst... I will mention it again: request are open, just dm me the story line, and what type of story it'll be!! anyways thank you for reading ^^

Can you do a Kyojuro Rengoku smut story where Kyojuro and the reader eloped?

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ?: ʏᴇs

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟼.𝟸ᴋ

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ/ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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A.N.: Hi, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! This is my first attempt at writing for Kyojuro so I hope I did good! This is pretty long, and one of my requests that took long. I think I have at least 2-3 more like this. But hopefully, I can finish them all before school begins.

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"Stupid boy! How can you associate yourself with such a disappointment of a girl?! Courting the daughter of a crap cook?!" Shinjuro grits, taking a swig of sake and glowering at his son. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing! The liquid burned his esophagus as it ran down his throat, yet with the fury pumping through him, the alcohol did nothing but fuel his emotions. A groan leaves him and he throws the clay container at the slayer, missing Kyojuro's head by a few centimeters as it smashes into hundreds of pieces upon hitting the wall. "Ugh— what a worthless son you are! I can't even count on you to bring honor to this family…!"

Shinjuro knew your family very well and he despised them, especially your father, where even the mere mention of the man's name ignited a strong scorn within the former pillar. Even if he could care less about what his son did, he'll be damned if he allowed his eldest to bring the Rengoku name shame!

"What…?" Disappointment? Kyojuro thought bitterly, frowning. My [Name] is far from that….  

Yet, Kyojuro kept his mouth shut, trying to keep the bubbling anger at bay upon hearing the jibes from the former pillar. If anything, his mother taught him to never disrespect his father and a part of him still wished for his approval. However when Shinjuro continued his slander parade, grumbling about your 'disgraceful' family, dragging your name through the mud, and calling you 'an easy wretch who'd open her legs for anyone', Kyojuro felt his temper snap. It’s one thing to humiliate Kyojuro, but to snub his beloved for no good reason? Kyujuro would not stand for it.

Staring at his father, lips pressing into a tight-lipped smile and a darkened gaze, the man remained seated, seething in his spot whilst he clenched his fists. "Father, as much as I respect you, I cannot tolerate you insulting the woman I love–" Kyojuro could not finish his sentence.

The man cut Kyojuro off with a scoff, pushing himself off the floor, quickly moving onto his feet, and stumbling towards his eldest. Almost as if a firecracker had been lit beneath him, he shook with pure irate, thick brows knitting together, blinded with rage as he raised his hand. "Hah! 'Love'?! You of all people wouldn't know what it is with that thick fucking skull of yours!" Shinjuro grabbed Kyojuro's fiery hair and twisted his golden tresses between his fingers, hauling his son off the ground and flinging him to the floor. He didn't give his son time to react, his foot digging into the man's stomach as he shouts with pure disdain, "You're only nineteen! What the hell do you know about love?!"

"Father, I–" 

Shinjuro cuts his son off, practically spitting every word out in a venomous tone,"Shut up! Leave her! Let that damn girl live her life without you!" Shinjuro spits, the heel of his foot ramming into his son’s ribs,  "Ergh— for once, amount to something and find someone who isn't as worthless and talentless as you! Maybe then I'll finally be proud of a son like you!"

It's been a couple hours since the encounter where Kyojuro finally decided to announce to his father of his courtship to you, believing it would somehow make the older man just a bit proud of him. Perhaps even get his blessing as well! Afterall, the life of a demon slayer is unpredictable and who knows when it will ever be safe for Kyojuro to settle down, if ever. For once, he wants to live a life with you by his side, where he can finally be happy knowing he has a woman like you as his wife.

Yet even as his hopes were crushed, Kyojuro could not get his mind off it all, replaying his father's words over and over again as he made his way back to your home, kicking the dirt as he walked in the night. Shaky breaths left him, still getting heated just thinking about how his father insulted you. How dare he?!

You were one of the most kind and beautiful people he’s ever crossed paths with, truly the most remarkable woman in his eyes. One he does not ever regret meeting . With a sharp wit and strong resolve, you were by far the only other person to keep up with his chittering and bright character, as well as his odd but large appetite. It only spurred his interest in you more. Though the two of you have only known each other for a few months, he knew you were the one he wanted to marry one day. With a heart of gold and talent of ambrosia to cook the most delicious meals, he'd be a fool to let you go so easily.

Even if his father threatened to break you two apart —

"In the morning, I'm going to that damn cook's house and telling the bastard you're courting his daughter. Then we'll see how strong your 'love' is when she's engaged to someone else…"

— Kyojuro would make sure you will stay together. Thus, his own current predicament walking in the fields to the town you reside in. Hearing his father’s threat to break you two apart did dishearten him for a bit, but just the mere thought of surrendering you to another man so easily ignited a strange primal instinct within the man, one that made his chest feel heavy and his stomach twist. If there is any other man out there who dared take you from him, Kyojuro would not give up without a fight. You were his and his alone.

The slayer sucked in a sharp breath and sighed, defeated in getting his father's acknowledgement in your relationship. Then again, your relationship had not been officialized and had been a secret courtship, one that not even his closest friends knew. Yes, Kyojuro did want to announce his interest in you, yet he held himself back.

Part of him feared a demon finding you as a way to get revenge, while the other part of him didn't want to cause trouble for your family. Of course Kyojuro was familiar with the bickering going in-between the Rengoku and [Last Name] families, but he never paid much mind to it. It never caught his attention.

It wasn’t until the pillar stopped by your village to replenish and satiate his hunger, running across the small family restaurant. The name was familiar and he recognized it, though, the reason kept slipping his mind. At the time, only you and your mother were working, and after your mother’s refusal to attend to the man, you took it upon yourself to be a diligent server for the fiery man. To say he was stumped seeing you would be an understatement. 

A warm smile and mellow [E/C] eyes that had his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage, a voice as smooth and sweet as melting honey, a kind yet humorous character that had both of you chittering, stuck in a cycle of endless banter had it not been for your father kicking him out. In short, you left an impression on the man, especially after you gave him an extra order of beef nabe and sweet potatoes, asking him to please visit your family’s restaurant again soon. 

What can I say? The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. And he could not understand his father’s hatred for your family.

And he did visit, numerous times in fact over the course of the year. Kyojuro found himself going to your village to eat after every mission, even taking his brother Senjuro with him a few times to further extend his visit as long as possible. It became obvious to the small boy as he noticed his older brother’s flushed cheeks and change of behavior whenever you came by their table, leaning in towards you and bashfully smiling, not to mention the rain of compliments after every bite. Senjuro felt out of place and could only stare with an awkward smile.

These little visits allowed Kyjuro to get to know you better, from your favorite flowers, to a wish to own a certain article of clothing, or your dream to visit all of Japan one day — maybe even the world. And he hung onto every word as if it were sacred scripture.

To everyone around, it was clear that the man was absolutely infatuated with you. If only you could see it, he thought. 

It wasn’t until your father threatened him to leave you alone was Kyojuro pushed to finally ask for your hand — which you gladly accepted with a smile of glee. With gifts and flowers, the man soon charmed his way to your heart and soon, you just couldn't wait to see him again.

Each night he returned from a mission, you prepared him a bento box and both of you shared it under the moonlight, sitting on the porch of your home or the nearby fields. He would tell you of his battles, chat about his friends, boast about his little brother and so on - it just proved how much of a humble, yet selfless man Kyojuro was and you found yourself falling deeper.

The two of you grew close, closer than he ever anticipated.

Kyojuro would never forget the night he plucked you for the first time, shedding his cloak for you as he laid with you in the fields, declaring his love for you as he sunk deep into your fluttering heat. Your beautiful smile when you said you trusted him, holding his face with your hands and telling him you loved him — the joy he felt that day couldn’t be described by words. The memory made his own body turn mellow, corners of his mouth twitching.

From the praises spilling from his mouth as your hands carved crimson lines to his back, slow heated kisses pressed to your bare neck and soft breasts as he moved with gentle caution, to sharing a deep kiss whilst he spilled inside your womb. Oh, he could never forget your strangled cry as you weakly called out for him, pulling him flush against your body as you came, whimpering and gasping. 

You were his and his alone, the same way he was yours and only yours.

The intimate time he spent with you, he would forever cherish it — even the many nights that followed where you spent in his arms, hands interlocked, and losing yourselves in the rapture of your love. Suitor or Husband, Kyojuro would not dare to treat you as anything less than perfect.

Your courtship would be something he could never regret nor ever stop.

However, Kyjuro paused, stopping in his tracks.  Speaking of, your courtship has been going well and considering the circumstances, it would be time to propose sooner rather than later. Yet, he would not be able to have his own family attend his wedding, the same way you would not be able to have your own parents present. The exchange of rice wine had to be in front of both your parents to be official, but his own father disapproved of you, and your mother and father hated all Rengoku men. 

Tradition had it that a wedding ceremony had to be at a Shinto shrine, maybe a local one if neither one of you could find one, but overseen by a priest — it was all Kyojuro wanted for you. Yet…

Not a lot of priests would oversee a wedding on such short notice, and some did not have a liking to demon slayer. So another dead end there. Racking his brain, Kyojuro still contemplated what you two could do.

Mm, perhaps if he asked Ubuyashiki to officiate your wedding ceremony at a nearby shrine in place of an ordained minister and plead to his fellow pillars to be witnesses to the exchange of rice wine, then you would really have the wedding he promised you one day.

The only choice now was to elope to ensure this would come true before the morning fell and risk losing you. 

Now, all he needed was his bride.

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The chirping of crickets and the breeze of the wind running through the tall grass drifted through the air, the eerie silence of mother nature never breaking even as the soft tapping against your room’s shoji frame rang in the night. Stirring awake, your eyes slowly flutter open, taking a sharp breath at the abrupt disruption to your slumber. The noise came again, the pattering against the paper door pulling you out of your dozy state. 

Odd, who could be out this late? 

Who —

Your eyes shoot wide open once the realization hits you. Kyojuro returned! Sitting up and throwing your blankets off, you crawl quickly to the other side of the room, the dark silhouette of the man lined out clearly against the translucent cover, his hair swaying in the wind. You take a moment to smooth out any stray hairs and take a deep breath.

Shakily, you crack open the divider. Peeking out the door, your face lights up upon seeing the fiery man waiting with a bright smile, his hand mid-air. A twinkle crosses your features as he visibly perks up, golden hues dilating seeing his beloved. How cute.

You did not think as to why he came here nor ponder too long on how late he came to your house, as your heart pounced out of your chest at the mere sight of your suitor and you were more than ecstatic to see him again after so long. "Ah! Kyojuro….!" You squeal as quietly as possible, sliding the door fully open, and flinging yourself to him, arms draping around his neck as he nearly falls backwards with a grunt. For a moment, the thought of your parents slipped your conscience.

Kyojuro leans over slightly so as to let your knees rest on the surface of the porch, avoiding having his beloved strain her body for a simple hug.  “Mm, hello to you as well, my love….,” he titters softly, his smile shifting into a wide grin, regaining his composure and wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing his palm to your upper back. His eyes fall shut whilst burying his nose into your hair and inhaling your honey-sweet aroma. The man’s heart thumped widely in his ribcage and you could feel every beat as it etched a tattoo against your bust. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, basking in one another’s presence as you remained in his warm embrace. The pillar could never get tired of the excitement you greet him with every time you see him, even if it’s only been a couple days since he’s seen you — which is rare— but it might as well have been years. If it were up to either one of you, you wouldn’t leave each other's side for a second.

Pulling away slightly,  your eyes meet his lively gaze, soft fingers trailing to his jaw, and cupping his face, running the pads of your thumb over his cheek bones. He leans into your touch, brows raising in content as he melts into your tender hand. It always made your heart swell when he preened at your attention. Sighing sharply, he places his own palm over yours and engulfs it, giving it a soft squeeze whilst still having a hand planted to the small of your back. This is one of the few things he looks forward to when reuniting with his beloved, craving it nearly everyday.

You hum, nuzzling your nose against his own, pulling a small chuckle from him. He bites the inside of his cheek, blood rushing to his face at the small action. "Kyojuro, I missed you…," you mutter with a slight purr, [E/C] hues boring longingly into his own before fluttering close, shrinking the distance between you two and locking your lips together The man holds your body close, slowly tilting his head and deepening the kiss. A small whimper drummed in your throat, parting your mouth wider and allowing Kyojuro to dip his tongue into the wet cavern, wet clicks drifting into the air. Hearing the cute noises you made had him wishing to hear more, almost enough to make him forget why he arrived here in the first place.

With much reluctance, he pulled away, panting as he murmured with a hoarse tone,  "Ah, we… I must discuss something with you. It’s… it’s important….”

Thrumming, you nod, looking at him expectantly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, opening his mouth yet nothing came out. You always made him tongue-tied on its own, but tonight, it was different. He could hardly find the words to bring up the urgent topic, knowing he would go on a tangent and avoid the statement altogether out of nerves. Before he knew it, the words slipped out without a second thought —

"Marry me, [Name]."

"Huh?!" You pushed yourself off of Kyojuro and stared at him in shock, clasping a hand over your mouth. You hoped your sudden outburst hadn't awoken your parents but part of you could not believe what he had asked you. The man did not seem deterred and gently took your hand from your face and joined it with his awaiting grasp, squeezing them tightly.

Rich and lucid hues gazed at you, his features etched with a determined expression, voice low and earnest as he pleaded to you, "Please marry me today and make me the happiest man alive knowing I have a woman as great as you as my wife. " Even hearing it again seemed surreal, but your brain went haywire at the declaration.

"Kyojuro, I… I," you mutter, fumbling over your words as heat rushes to your face, eyes shifting back and forth between his bright golden n' ruby eyes and your intertwined hands. The moonlight poured over you two and for a moment, he seemed to glow, noticing the blush coating his cheeks.

"Let me take care of you, my sunshine…," he begs once more, using the nickname that always had your heart pittering. "You bring my heart much joy and I cannot imagine anyone else to spend the rest of my life with."

Letting his words sink in, you began to wonder about his words. You’ve always dreamt of getting married since you were a small girl, tying the knot with the man of your dreams, and having a large family. He knew that, yes. Yet, as where you were now, the perfect man sat across from you, pouring his heart and soul to you, pleading you to be his wife. Of course you wanted to say accept his offer! But your family — life cruelly had a twisted fate in blessing you with parents that do not want you to waste a single breath on a man who was willing to give you a piece of heaven itself.

Though, for so long, you always did what was expected of you, never what you wanted. And for once, you wanted to control the direction of your life. Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard you and smiled.

You don’t know when the two of you began to kiss, feverishly meshing your lips together in a heated sync as you retreated back into your room, stumbling over your feet as you shared each shaky breath, bodies flush against each other. Stray hands gripped his shoulders, both of you fumbling to strip yourselves of the restricting clothing. Though neither one of you dared pull back, even as the air became scarce, wanting nothing more than to be close.

Slipping his cloak from off his shoulders and tossing it to the side of the room, the man watched as you hastily unbuttoned his uniform, nimble fingers hooking around the waistband of his slacks before unbuckling his belt, pressing a heated kiss to your lips in between. Never has he seen you so desperate, so needy, pawing at his broad chest, running your hands over his muscles and shedding him of his shirt before knotting themselves in his hair. Yet, the way you pulled him close with a harsh tug made his heart swell, knowing you wanted him as much as he wanted you, feverishly connecting your mouth to his.  A string of spit connected your mouths as you parted, your hands still entangled in his locks, breathless and gasping with hazy minds and glazed-over eyes.

Even as he wished for both more than to bury himself inside you, Kyojuro did not wish to hurt you in the midst of trying to remove your clothing in a haste. Tears of pain was the last thing he wanted. Carefully, he peeled away the yogi enveloping your body, shedding away the fabric and revealing the soft skin of your small frame, swallowing dryly. Coarse fingers brush across your exposed skin, pushing the fabric down your arms until it falls to the floor with a soft thump. He followed suit, nudging you backwards until your back met the surface of your futon, his taut frame towering over your feeble form.

As you lay across the cotton sheets, Kyojuro’s eyes roamed your naked form with adoration, drinking in the bare skin of his wife with a newfound elation as you looked like a sinful dream come true. The soft glistening lips of your pussy under the glow of the moonlight looked so inviting, practically dripping in your arousal already, and he could hardly contain himself. The swell of your hips to the plumpness of your thighs garnered his attention, eyes taking in every curve and dip, ingraining each detail into his mind. Seeing his darkened expression, a small smile sets on your lips and you graze the side of your foot to his hips, tapping against his pelvis, and snapping him out of his lovesick trance. Of course, he had more than enough time to stare at you later.

Tonight, however, he intended to worship your body and make love to you.

He placed himself at your feet, running his hands up your smooth skin, and leaving a hot trail in his wake. Shuddering at the sensation of his calloused hands, hardened over the years of training brushing over you now with the intent to pleasure you. Giggling, you clench your thighs together, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth.  Groaning with delight, he nestles his face between your legs, spreading them apart with caring hands, his mouth salivating at the sight of your soft weeping cunt. His heart hammered in his chest, hot breath fanning against your flesh, and his eyes glazed over as he glanced at you. With a grin , he softly presses his lips to your heat, never breaking eye contact as he dips his tongue between your slick folds. 

“Ah…!” You clasp your hand over your mouth, sucking in a sharp breath as he wasted no time to lap tentatively at your cunt, slurping eagerly and licking long, flat strokes from your entrance to your aching clit. You could feel him smile against your heat, amused at how easily you slipped up. Though, you could care less at the moment.

Every swipe of his tongue had you arching your back as he made your lower abdomen tighten, grinding your hips into his hot mouth, moaning pathetically against your palm. Fuck, already the man had you slobbering on his chin, drawing strained cries from you as he prodded heavily and drew deep lines within your folds. You swore you could see the heavens themselves from each tentative lick.

Yet your throaty sobs sent him into a sort of frenzy, spurring Kyojuro on to continue his depravity. The slick of your core had already been coated with your sweet nectar, smearing his lips and becoming drunk on your flavor. Lewd noises trickled from where he laid, wet muscle applying enough pressure to have you writhing. "K-Kyojuro...!" You whine against your palm.

Your free hand finds its way to his sleek hair and knotting into his strands, trying to separate yourself from him before you made a mess. Yet the attempt was fruitless. The vibrations of his groans and grunts have you falling apart even faster, screwing your eyes shut as you call out to him weakly. Your thighs engulf his head, trembling in his grasp as he begins to suck on your clit, lips wrapping around the bud and pushing you closer to the edge. The twitching of your thighs gave you away and he knew you were close. So close to tasting you as he did many nights before.

Thick fingers grip at your plush, keeping you open as he carved out your sopping cunt with intense laps, swirling his tongue around your bud.  The muffled whimpers drove him further, slick and spit dribbling from his mouth. With a broken mewl, you gush into his awaiting mouth and spasm, bucking your hips as he drank your juices happily, tasting every drop you offered. You sucked in deep breaths through your nose, afraid to trust yourself to not make a noise, you weakly locked your quivering limbs around his temple.

God, you could never get used to him and his skilled tongue, but you were not complaining.

Pulling off with a pop, he left your poor clit alone before nudging your mound with his nose and nudging your legs apart. As your high began fading, attempting to catch your breath, you didn’t notice the butterfly touches near your lower half. Kyojuro  pressed a series of small kisses from your tummy, brushing past the underside of your doughy breasts,  to your sternum, his lips grazing your supple flesh as he trails to your throat. He slotted himself between your thighs and leered down at you with a teasing grin, licking away your arousal from his lips. His shaft throbbed almost painfully, needing to be stuffed inside your sweet cunt, cockhead dripping with pre-cum. His sweet love needed time to rest but his patience began to wear thin.

The world be damned, Kyojuro will make you the mother of his children and make you [Name] Rengoku — he needs you now.

With your mind slipping into a haze, you could hardly grasp as Kyojuro sunk into you, sheathing his length deep within your slick. Slowly, he began thrusting into your tepid heat, breathless against you as he pinned you into the futon. But as his body collides with your feeble frame, your core clenches and pushes against him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the painful stretch. The sensitivity from your last release still had not faded, and you could feel the ache building up once more. 

"Ngh, K…Kyojuro…!" You mewl, clinging onto his shoulders, digging crescent shapes into his skin with every rut of his hips, your body rocking back and forth from how deep his girth hits with each powerful thrust. "Ahhhah, p-please don't —ahh!" Your legs instinctively wrap around his thick waist, pulling him closer as he continues pumping into your body. The fear of being caught leaves you, shamelessly whining for your husband, tears cascading down your cheeks. How could you remain quiet when you're drowning in an abyss of absolute pleasure?

Kyojuro heatedly presses his lips against yours, swallowing your moans in an attempt to silence you, afraid of letting the cute noises he loves so much to continue in fear of your parents barging into your room – to see him defiling their sweet daughter. Yet with the way your cunt is clenching around him, he was struggling to keep quiet himself. It doesn't matter how many times he fucks you, it always left him breathless from how tight you were. He could only hope your folks were deep sleepers.

Though, plucking you this time felt different. Sneaking into your house and fucking you late at night seemed surreal to the man, even as he was currently nestled in your velvet slick. Perhaps it was because now, he was fucking you as your husband, not as your suitor, and now — may your families be damned if they didn't want you two together — Kyojuro will make sure nothing keeps you two apart. Even if it meant he'd be disowned and an outcast, you were worth every punishment. 

Fat, heavy balls slapped against your ass, the wet squelching of your dripping pussy overflowing the dark room. He could create a whole record from the sinful symphony alone, his knees digging into the blankets as he glided back in with ease, hand kneading the flesh of your ass. The man melted into you, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, taking your flesh in-between his teeth. The pinch at your skin made you squirm, curving your spine and pressing your breasts flush against his chest. He could feel the way your pussy spasmed, struggling to adjust to his thick cock splitting you apart.

The immense warmth of your cunny had him reveling, thighs twitching and flexing as you constricted around his girth, his pelvis brushing past your aching clit. He let out a strained moan, nuzzling his nose into your skin, inhaling your sweet aroma. God, he could never get tired of the soft smell of vanilla and flour, reminiscing of the day he first walked into your family's restaurant. 

It seemed  heavenly almost, seemingly reliving the first night the two of you were intimate, except now, you two imprinted your bodies into your very family home. "Kyojuro, f-feels so… so good! Ah, love—mnnn….!" You whine, raking your nails across his shoulder blades.

"Shh, q-quiet, my love…," Kyojuro rasps, knowing the moment you start babbling, your orgasm would follow. Every stroke had your head spinning, needing more. "God… just–just a little longer… need you – mmh, fu—ck – to hold your pretty moans in… C-Can you do that for me?" 

He had been right as you ignored his pleads. You throw your head into the pillow, his name weakly rolling off your tongue as your body goes slack, releasing over Kyojuro’s length, weeping pussy painting a thick layer of your mellow slick on his shaft. Soft noises left him as your cunt swallowed him greedily into a snug grip at the moment of your orgasm. Hot breath fans against your flesh, kissing along your shoulder and across your collarbone. Fuck, you were tipping him over the edge, the thought of filling you up and having you carry the next line of Rengoku men making his chest swell.

 "Mmm, G-God…," he groans, the deep moan falling past his lips as he sinks back in,  eyes shutting tight the moment he grounds into your tepid heat. Blood rushing and the balls tightening, he starts chasing his own high, pumping desperately into you as quietly as he could. The man rolled his hips at the end of each thrust, groaning at the sensation of your fluttering walls pushing against him, repeatedly pulling out until the bulbous crown of his cock remained, slamming in and leaving you breathless against him. 

He wraps an arm around your torso, balancing himself on one of his forearms whilst pulling you impossible close, thrusting sloppily into you with strained moans. His entire body convulses, a groan drumming in his throat as he unravels, hips stuttering as he spills into you. Thick ropes of fertile cum coat your womb and he pulls out with a gasp. Fluids trickled from your heat and he bashfully looked away.

Kyojuro collapsed beside you, falling on his side, panting quietly whilst staring at your glossy face.  He gulped, blinkling back his own tears. "I love you, [Name]... more than anyone else," he whispers, caressing your cheek with his knuckles before cupping your face. "Thank you for agreeing to become my wife….”

Your lips tremble as you stiffle a sob, closing your eyes and placing your hand over his own, his fingers resting on your hip."I love you too, Kyojuro… Hah, I'm so…. I'm so happy.... you chose me...."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way….”

For a couple hours, you laid in his embrace, slumbering peacefully, believing he did the same. But he stayed awake, watching every rise and fall of your chest with a smile of content. Soon, he’d be able to see this everyday. After cleaning up, you two were careful to make sure your parents had not awoken as you gathered your personal items together, both small and large.

In the wee hours of the night before the crack of dawn, Kyojuro helped you pack your things into a bag, carrying them on his shoulders without so much as a complaint, ready to start his life with you. Yet, even as you were prepared to leave, you felt the least you owe your parents — who gave you everything and gave you the best life they could — an explanation. With trembling hands, you poured your thoughts and emotions into the letter, clarifying your departure from the house and how despite their best efforts, you fell in love with Kyojuro Rengoku.  Tearing up, you were honest that because you knew they would never accept him and try to keep you apart from him, you two would elope, far away from them.

As the sun began to rise and peek through the mountains, the two of you took off and never looked back. To where? You didn’t know. But as long as you were together, any place was home. As long as Kyojuro was by your side, you did not care.

The Heart of the Dragon was a mystic potency in the life cycle of nature, but when set ablaze, it was a force to be reckoned with — especially when protecting the one they hold dear most.

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𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒: [𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔].

It's been a few months since you have eloped, as well as a while since the night you and Kyojuro slept together as husband and wife, a unique way of officiating your union without the blessing of either your families or a priest.

Of course, once you arrived at the Ubuyashiki Estate, you two were granted the wedding you dreamt of, with the Head of the Corps presiding. You looked so beautiful dressed in white, like an angel, and throughout the ceremony, neither you nor Kyojuro could take your eyes of each other. Not until your vows were sealed with a kiss did you two finally take in your surroundings. The blooming smiles and wide grins of the Pillars made your heart swell, knowing you had a new found family now, who fully supported your and Kyojuro's love.

And neither of you couldn't be happier - especially with a new life on the way. The man didn't let you lift a finger and pampered you excessively. Oftentimes, Kyojuro would laugh whenever the baby kicked your stomach, beaming as he said, "Hahah! They're just like their father — full of energy and ready to see the world already!"

Rolling your eyes, you smile wryly, peering at him occasionally whilst he rubs your swollen tummy. "Mhm, with a ravenous appetite too…," you mumble in between bites of your onigiri. He just couldn't wait to see his child, already tittering with names to possibly name them.

Every few days, he made sure you were participating in his family's long held tradition when carrying a child. In an effort to not let you be alone, he spends the two hours with you staring at the flaming torch, holding your hand and occasionally squeezing it. It made the experience all the more special.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Though, for the time being, you were staying at the Butterfly Mansion in the last month of your pregnancy in case you went into labor early. The caterpillar girls aided you with glee during the time your husband was not available, determined you never exerted yourself. It was quite adorable really how they became excited when the baby kicked, chittering on how they couldn't wait to see them once they were born.

Though you knew Kyojuro would stop you one he found out, you helped in the kitchen and made many delicious meals for the household, always making sure each belly was full. Shinobu appreciated your help and often checked your health whenever she was home, the two of you chattering.

You make me happy, when skies are gray. 

However, Kyojuro received a new mission and had already departed to attend, promising you he would be back in time to see you give light to your child. He mentioned he sent a letter to his father's estate to notify them of your child's birth soon, hoping at the least, his father and brother got to know the new addition to the family.

Kneeling at your bedside, Kyojuro pressed a kiss to your temple, a kiss to your stomach, and a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and whispered with a soft smile, resting his hand on your tummy as he felt the prodding of the fetus kicking, "I love you, my sunshine… I'll be back in time for our son's birth…"

"I love you too, my love, but what if it's a girl?"

He hums, corners of his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch wider, "Then I hope she is as beautiful and healthy as her wonderful mother."

As you bid each other goodbye, you could not help the uneasiness pooling in your stomach. Yet you ignored it and continued your regular day, awaiting the return of your husband.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. 

If only you knew it would be the last time you'd see him again, then you wouldn't have let him leave in the first place.

So please, don't  take my sunshine away.

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

Good Morning ♥

taking resquest!: they can be any type of reading like smut, fluff, angst, and etc, but please be patient I put my whole heart into these for your liking!

warnings: fingering

featuring: rengoku, giyuu, sanemi, L, Aizawa nanami, kazuha, ayato, diluc, xiao, heizou, and more…

just imagine your comfort character…

we kiss passionately, only feeling pressure on my chest pushing me down on the cushions of our shared bed, as they observe everything not missing an inch of my body I get all shy and look at them and feel myself getting more desperate. I dragged them down with me as we continued the kiss, they were on my side when I felt a pair of fingers press on my folds. I moaned in the kiss feeling furious wanting to close my thighs but were forced open by them getting on top of me feeling their fingers more in than before. I moaned loud and kissed them harder, I hugged their waist with both my arms and legs while they added another finger continuously going faster, I broke the kiss only receiving a string of saliva while earning such a hard eye contact back at each-other not breaking it. As they added another digit I moaned straight at their face non stop, feeling my climax as I laid my head back as I felt them lay their head on my shoulder while moaning next to their ear. I played with my cunt feeling my climax more than before "fuck..~" I moaned feeling the bed rock a little while my hips moved by its own but at the same time their extra hand caressed my breast and pinched my nipple. I couldn't think straight I didn't care if my next door neighbors hear my moans, I only cared of how my lover honored me in this special night. I played even faster with my cunt and felt my climax hitting me moaning loud enough for them to hear, as well as feeling my juices coat my lover's finger's, I lay down exhausted as my partner rest right next to me, licking their fingers afterwards finishing and proceeding to hug me... sensing a cover on my skin, a warming sensation wrapping my partner's body as well as mine hearing a heartbeat as I dozed off to it...

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thinking about husband!nanami being obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. 18+ mdni. wc; 1.7k

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you’ve lost track of how many times he’d made you come - how many time he’s come in you. even now, hours later, it seems like there’s no end.

not that you were complaining anyway.

“oh, baby,” he dragged, voice an octave lower than it usually was. kento had just come in you for the nth time, marking your walls with his white ropes.

he pulled out, leaning his head down to take a glance at his art. “what a pretty pussy. my pretty pussy.” your lips were swollen and puffy, blushed as his seed escaped your cunt, trickling down onto the bed.

he tsked, taking two fingers and scooping up your combined juices before shoving it back in.

you folded with a sob, biting on his shoulder. You head moved into the crook of his neck, taking in his natural scent mixed with his earthy cologne.

“h-ha, ken,” you managed to whimper, your hands weakly clawing at his shoulders. you were overstimulated and tired, unsure of how much longer you could handle him and his insane sex drive.

“doing so good f’me, honey,” he cooed softly, giving you a moment to recover before the next round. his free hand combed through your hair, a soothing motion he knew you loved. when he spoke again, it was like he was speaking to a baby. voice all sweet and gentle, one you couldn’t find yourself saying no to. “think you can go another round?”

he wasn’t really asking - he’d make you go another round.

he slipped his fingers out, causing a soft mewl to escape your throat. your hole hopelessly clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off. he hummed contently, his fingers moving out of his mouth with a pop!

“we taste good together,”

what a filthy, filthy man your husband was.

“k-kento,” you looked up at him, a pout on your lips with dried tear stains. you hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, your fingers fiddling thing the hairs on the nape.

he looked down at you as you called his name - his heart softened at the sight. his precious wife pouting and looking up at him with doe eyes. your body trembled and shook, goosebumps rising as he trailed a hand down your arm. “yes, darling?”

“‘m tired,” you started, voice quiet and barely audible. “can’t-“

“ah ah,” he cut you off, “yes you can. c’mon honey, just one more round, please?”

how could deny him after he asked so sweetly? but you didn’t know what had gotten into him, why he was so hellbent on getting you pregnant. having kids wasn’t a new topic in your marriage, it’s been something that’s been discussed numerous times, but now you think you’re ready for it.

ever since you told kento “let’s have some kids,” (which was earlier today), he’s been pounding into you like a bitch in heat.

it’s just that he thinks you’d look so beautiful pregnant with his kids. it’s something he’s been thinking about for ages. kento knew you’d be the mother of his kids just a few months into dating.

and now he finally gets to live it.

he can’t wait to see you all round and glowing, growing his kids in your womb. he just knows that you’d be an amazing mother, it’s something you’ve been talking about, and it fills with him so much happiness.

fuck, he’s hard again.

“mmh-“ you whine into his neck as he takes your hand and it helps it wrap around his cock. his hand is around yours, helping you pump because your hands feel that much better than his.

and the whimpers of your name that leave his lips are so delicious, so delicate and full of the love he has for you. “just one more round, baby, please?” he repeats, voice breathy as you both pumped that veiny cock. “wanna get you pregnant so bad. last round, i promise.”

his hand left yours as he helped you on top of him, your legs straddling his as you hand continued moving up and down, torturously slow. kento looked up at you, his hand swiping a strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“so pretty,” he pulled your face closer to his, placing a kiss on your forehead. “so beautiful,” he kissed your eyelids, “so perfect,” the tip of your nose, “all mine,” before kissing your lips.

you swallowed up his whimpers and moans, you hand still resuming that unhurried pace. his lips fell open and you continued pecking them, a girlish giggle leaving you as a particularly needy moan of your name left your husband.

“just one more round, yeah?” he pulled his face away from yours, his eyes falling to where your hand tugged on his cock. the tip was an angry red from being so used and aroused, and when you swiped your thumb over his slit he thought he’d come right then and there.

“nghh, b-baby,” his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements, “fuck, gonna make me come,” his voice was deep and gravelly, and you could feel the fresh pool of arousal at your cunt. “gotta come in you, honey, gotta give you some babies,”

kento’s hands moved to your hips, lifting them with a mumble (“lift your hips for me, sweetheart. there you go.”) as he let you line him up with your cunt. your cunt that was drooling with his come, making a mess on his thighs. but he didn’t care - the sight only turned him on even more.

you let yourself lower onto him, a desperate moan ripping through your throat, one that matched your husband’s.

“kenn,” you panted, already squirming, just from him bottoming out. the pleasure was too much for you and your overstimulated pussy. your head fell into the crook of his neck once more, using his scent to ground yourself.

“shh, you’re doing so good, mrs. nanami,” and there it was, his favourite nickname for you, “last round, sweetheart, you can take it,”

you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last round.

but oh he was being so sweet, so nurturing and careful as his hands helped you roll your hips against his. your thighs shook already, goosebumps rising all over your skin as he did all the work even though you were on top. he doesn’t even bother to rub hearts on your clit; he knows you’ll come just from the penetration alone.

his heart is full of so much love and lust, breathless gasps leaving his plump lips as he feels himself hitting your cervix. so much love for his wonderful wife - his wife that lets him use her body over and over again without any complaints.

he bucked his hips up, a moan of ecstasy leaving him as a gasp of surprise left you. his strong arms now wrapped around your waist, pinning you against him as he bucked his hips up into you again, not letting you escape.

you took it like the good girl you were and it drove him mad.

“so good to me, sweetheart,” he leans his head down to your hair, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of your shampoo. kento closed his eyes, letting himself thrust into you faster and faster. he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight; he’s only focused on giving his wife some babies. “mmm-aah, mrs. nanami!”

each thrust brushed against your g-spot, a breathless pant leaving you every time it happened. you couldn’t think straight. you wanted it to stop, the sensation was tiptoeing the fine line between pain and pleasure, but fuck kento’s noises were like music to your ears. you’re so cock drunk, strands of incoherent babbles leaving your lips as he dragged his cock in and out of you.

you could feel yourself clench around him, a distinct whine leaving your lips as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach.

“gonna come again, love?” kento grunted, a singular ha! leaving him as his dick kept ramming into you. “it’s only been a few minutes, darling,”

“too much, ken, ‘s too much,” you sobbed, seeing a fresh batch of tears blurring your vision.

“you’re fine,” he decided, thrusting into you with a newfound fervour. “you can take it, honey, i know you can.”

and you do. because who are you to disappoint your loving husband? if he says you can take it, you can take it.

“that’s it, such a good girl,” your head spins with how proud he sounds. you could smell the salty sweat mixed with his earthy cologne. god, everything about him drove you nuts.

“it’s okay, baby, you can come,” he encourages you, one hand petting your hair, the other still wrapped around your waist. kento could feel like way your walls have been fluttering around him, one of the signs you were close. not to mention the way your body quivered and spasmed.

a few more thrusts and you were coming undone, your noises of pleasure being muffled against his neck. your chest heaved with each deep breath, doing everything you can to try and reduce your heart rate.

kento came soon after, his arms tightening around you as an attractive moan left him. thick, white ropes of his seed shot into your womb again, and he kept thrusting until he was sure his come was in you as deep as it could go.

“i love you,” kento whispered, kissing your hair since you kept your face in his neck. he bucked his hips into you again, testing the waters, and chuckled when a high-pitched whine left you.

“love you too,” you kissed his neck, still breathing heavily.

he didn’t pull out, not wanting his waste any of his come. instead, thrusted into you again, slowly, sloppily, his pussy drunk mind taking control of his body.

“k-kento,” you pleaded, dragging your nails down his chest as his pace gained momentum. “you said that was the last round-“

“i know, sweetheart,” fuck, his voice was so needy - your overstimulated walls fluttered around him madly. “but you just feel so good, and i wanna get you pregnant so bad, and h-hahh,” he moaned, cutting himself off.

and it’ll continue, night after night after night, until he knows you’re pregnant - and even then, it might happen after that, too. because kento is so in love with his marvellous wife, he only wants to make her feel good.

Rengoku Kyōjurō x F!Reader: Butterflies (Modern AU, Fluff, Smut)

Note: Something from the vault, as a thank you for everyone who supported Taro and myself. Hope you bbys like it! 🥰 Word Count: 9,856 words

Summary: (Y/n) gets reunited with her old crush, only to find out that he actually felt the same all those years ago. Sparks fly and relationships pick up.

Warnings: Smut, Adult Themes, Cunnilingus, Drinking (Party Games), Vaginal Fingering

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Numerous voices flitted in and out of the restaurant that (Y/n) sat in; people buzzing about, friends laughing and dining to their heart’s content.

It was all so mundane, but still so fascinating. Especially when all of those people generated profit for her. And it was made even better by the fact that she was actually happy to be there— to be back home and be surrounded by what was comfortable and familiar.

Of course, she also decided to kill two birds with one stone and set up small get-togethers with her old friends that still lived around the area. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that her friends from college would care that much about her; but they proved her wrong with how much effort they put in to spend time with her.

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

pairing: geto suguru x f!reader summary: moments between you and geto, and how you inevitably ended up in his bed. genre: smut, college au, ends in fluff, geto is whipped tbh notes/warnings: mdni, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, praise kink!, mentions of womanizer gojo bc it makes me giggle, somewhat flirty geto, flirty gojo, shoko smokes, mentions of alcohol, first time posting smut pls be nice it's mid at best. rushed and barely edited!! yes this is a repost oops. wc: ~4.9k

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if someone had told you five months ago that you would eventually end up in geto suguru's bed, you would've laughed in their face.

the names geto suguru and gojo satoru were notorious across your campus, and yet you had never interacted with them before you met ieiri shoko. gojo satoru was known for his flirtatious tendencies, and with a simple smile and a flash of his bright, blue eyes he was able to get most people fall for him. he had no shortage of admirers or flings, and he took great pride in the fact that none of his short-lived romances had ever ended badly.

geto suguru, on the other hand, had rarely been seen pursuing anyone. there were rumors, of course, of the lucky individuals that had gotten to spend the night with him, but geto had never taken it upon himself to confirm or deny any of them.

you couldn't care less about either one of their love lives, but no matter what classes you took and no matter who you sat next to, they always became a topic of conversation.

"so, are you going?"

you looked up from your notes to see your seatmate— mika, you think her name was— looking at you curiously. you gave her a puzzled look, earning an exasperated one in return before she leaned in.

"to the party tonight?" she whispered conspiratorially. "you know, the one gojo and geto are hosting?"

"no," you replied, turning back to your notes in hopes of ending the conversation. the truth was that you were attending, you were just hoping to get in, get tipsy, and leave before anything interesting could happen. in addition to being attractive, gojo satoru was also loaded, and that usually meant that he supplied all the alcohol at his parties without demanding some sort of payment from anyone who attended. as a broke college student, who were you to turn down free alcohol?

"you should," mika continued, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she jotted down some notes. "i heard geto will actually be there this time. something about it being in his honor."

your nose scrunched at her soft sigh, and she gave you a look of disbelief when you remained unimpressed with her news.

"you know, he barely shows up to these things, even though he lives there," she pressed on, biting her lip as she giggles.

"look," you said, not unkindly. "i'm gonna be honest with you; i could not care less about either one of them."

mika huffed before turning away, and you sighed in relief when she made no effort to continue the conversation. you looked away when you hear a snort coming from your left, and you raised your gaze to meet a pair of tired, brown eyes.

"not a fan of gojo and geto?" the girl asked, earning an amused laugh from you.

"i wouldn't know," you replied truthfully, shrugging casually. "never met 'em."

you watched as the girl barked out a laugh at your response, holding out a hand for you to shake. "i like you. i'm ieiri shoko."

you gave her your name as you shook her hand, your conversation coming to an abrupt end when your professor walked in. you smiled to yourself when the lecture eventually ended, watching as mika hurried out of class after giving you an unimpressed look.

"so, are you really not going to the party?" shoko asked, falling into step with you as you left the building. you watched as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between her lips before offering one to you. you shook you head lightly as she patted her pants pockets. "you wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?"

"of course i'm going," you replied, rummaging through your backpack for your lighter. you handed it to her with a smirk, earning a raised eyebrow in return as she lights the stick between her lips. "i'd be an idiot not to. i just wanted mika to stop talking."

"i guess i'll see you there," shoko mused, placing your lighter back into the palm of your hand as you came to a crosswalk. "look for me when you get there, yeah? you seem like good company."

you nodded your head as she waved, walking off in the opposite direction you were headed toward. you made it through the rest of your day without incident, making sure to grab an early dinner before taking a quick shower and lying down.

a quick glance at your clock let you know that it was nearing eight, and you sighed loudly before standing up and walking over to your closet to pick out your outfit. you took your time getting ready, music blasting as you finally slipped on your shoes and ordered a ride.

by the time you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. you could feel the bass thumping from where you stood on the sidewalk, and you quickly made your way to the front door in an attempt to escape form the cold wind.

you made a beeline towards the kitchen, resolving to get a drink first before looking for shoko. you hummed along to the song that was playing as you grabbed a cheap plastic cup, pouring yourself whatever what in the bottle closest to you. you slowly made your way out of the kitchen, raising the cup to your lips before catching sight of mika. you jolted lightly, placing your cup on the nearest table when you saw her turn your way before you ducked into a hallway.

a quiet grunt left your lips when you collided against something hard, and you felt yourself tilting backwards before a strong set of hands landed on your waist to steady you.

"woah there, are you okay?"

you glanced up to see geto suguru standing in front of you, an amused smile on his face as he studied you. you shot another glance into the main room, sighing in relief when you realized mika was no longer visible.

"yeah," you mumbled, straightening up and facing geto once more. "i'm good."

it was silent for a few seconds as geto followed your previous line of sight, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist. he turned back when you tapped his shoulder awkwardly, and you were met with the same amused smile still present on his face. he hummed in acknowledgement, looking down at you curiously as you leaned back slightly.

"you can let go now."

"my apologies," geto replied smoothly, his hands lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away. "just wanted to make sure you were okay. i'm—"

"i see you've met geto."

you peeked behind geto's broad frame to see shoko leaning against the wall across from you, and you watched as a look of mild surprise crossed geto's face.

"you two know each other?" he asked, earning nods from the two of you in return. the surprise on his face melted away into a charming smile, and he held his hand out for you to shake. "the pleasure is all mine."

you shook his hand lightly, nodding at him before turning back to shoko. you handed her your lighter wordlessly, and she gave you a grin before beckoning for you to follow her. the two of you exited out the back door, making your way towards the bordering fence as geto followed.

"i haven't seen you around before," geto commented casually, earning a suspicious look from shoko as he attempted to make conversation with you. he gave her a lopsided smile, tilting his head towards you briefly as shoko scoffed at him.

"don't go out much," you mumbled, giving him a dull look at you shrugged.

"why? overprotective boyfriend?" geto asked, earning an amused look from you at his boldness. you chuckled lightly, shaking your head as you crossed your arms.

"more like an overly comfy bed," you retorted, watching as he nodded at your words.

"i'm sure mine is comfier. i can show you, if you'd like," he responded slyly, a handsome smile on his face as he leaned in slightly.

"nah, i'm good."

geto blinked once, twice, three times at your words, staring at you in confusion as shoko's laughter rang in his head.

"what?" he asked dumbly, straightening up when shoko clapped him on the shoulder.

"i'm good," you repeated, giving him a small smile. "thanks for the offer but i'm here for the booze, not the guys."

"i've never seen this happen before," shoko breathed, stomping out her cigarette as her eyes lit up. "oh my god, i have to find satoru."

you watched shoko as she darted away, geto's eyes still on you as he composed himself. he shoved his hands into his pockets before backing away, still reeling from your rejection as you gave him one last look.

"i'm gonna go look for shoko," you mumbled, giving him a small wave before following after her. geto watched as you moved further and further away, his curiosity peaking as he waited for you to turn back and send him one last look. it never came, and he felt his stomach twist in disappointment.

ii.

"wanna grab lunch?" shoko asked, packing her stuff up as class ended. you nodded wordlessly, zipping your backpack up before slinging it over your shoulder.

"what did you have in mind?" you asked, heading towards the door.

"what about onigiri?"

you and shoko looked up to see geto by the door, his eyes on you as gojo stood beside him waving enthusiastically. a defeated sigh escaped shoko's mouth, and she hooked her arm with yours as she pulled you towards the two boys.

"only if you pay," shoko mumbled, not even having the energy to argue against geto. he gave her an innocent smile as gojo slung an arm over shoko's shoulders, effectively pulling her away from you as he shot you a curious gaze.

"have we met before? you look familiar," gojo asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you over his sunglasses. you opened your mouth to respond, stopping when he suddenly snapped his fingers. "i know! i've seen you in my dreams."

a surprised laugh left your lips as shoko groaned, and you grinned at gojo as you started walking.

"i totally haven't heard that one before," you commented, saying your name as gojo laughed.

"gojo satoru, but you can call me any time," he said, winking at you as you shook your head with a smile. you missed the way gojo stuck his tongue out at geto.

"don't get your hopes up," you replied, earning an exaggerated pout from gojo. you looked to your side when geto fell into step next to you, giving him a friendly nod as the two of you followed after gojo and shoko. you snorted as you noticed shoko's bored look, the occasional hum coming from her lips as gojo talked her ear off.

"how was class?"

you hummed when you heard geto speak, turning to look at him as he repeated his question.

"your class," he said quietly, glancing at you before turning back to look at his friends. "how was it?"

"it went well," you responded, eyeing him for a few seconds before following his gaze. "a little confusing, but shoko is crazy smart."

"she wants to be a doctor, y'know," geto said softly, a proud smile tugging at his lips. you glanced at him briefly, your eyes softening at the look on his face. "she's the smartest one out of all of us."

"i'm sure she'll be the best doctor," you said honestly. "if she ever quits smoking."

geto laughed at your comment, nodding in agreement as you came to a stop. you joined shoko at a table, nodding absentmindedly as gojo announced that he and geto would go grab the food.

"so?" shoko asked as soon as they were out of sight.

"so what?" you questioned, giving her a confused look.

"now that you've met geto and gojo," shoko began, waving a hand in the direction they had disappeared. "are you a fan?"

"they're not the worst," you admitted, receiving an amused hum in return. "they're huge flirts, but they're okay once you get past that."

shoko nodded in satisfaction just at the two boys reappeared, sliding into the empty seats next to you. you listened closely as gojo rattled off the different kinds they had gotten. you perked up when you heard your favorite ingredient, and you shyly asked if you could have that one.

gojo gave you a funny look before turning to shoko, mumbling something to her as geto held his hand out, the onigiri in hand. you thanked him with a smile, the four of you eating silently as you basked in the sun.

the silence was broken when gojo's phone went off, and his eyes widened briefly before he scarfed down the rest of his food and stood up.

"well we have to get to class," he proclaimed, tugging geto out of his seat before walking away. he paused briefly, sending you one last smile before waving. "it was nice to meet you! we should do this again, but it should just be me and you next time."

you rolled your eyes at his words, briefly catching the hard look on geto's face as you waved them off and turned back to look at shoko. she had the same funny look on her face that gojo did earlier as she looked at the two boys, humming thoughtfully before turning to you.

"you know, that's geto's favorite filling too," she commented, motioning towards your discarded wrapper with a tilt of her head. your eyebrows raised slightly, missing the insinuation behind her words as she sighed. "he always gets the same filling and refuses to eat anything else. i didn't think he'd actually give it to you."

you remained quiet after her statement, picking up the trash before tossing it into the bin next to your table. "there's a first time for everything, i guess."

"who knows," shoko mused, giving you a playful look as she stood up. "maybe he likes you."

iii.

shoko quickly became a constant in your life, and with her came gojo and geto.

"we're a package deal!" gojo had said when you made a comment about seeing them every single day. "you either get all of us, or none of us."

you couldn't find it in yourself to complain, especially not when the three of them turned out to be good friends. once you got used to the flirting, gojo was kind and funny, always knowing how to cheer you up. shoko was as blunt and honest as ever, and with her help, you were able to raise your grade in the classes the two of you shared.

geto was a different story. unlike gojo, he had never flirted with you after that night at the party, and you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed about it as you spent more time with him.

no one knew how, but you and geto quickly became study buddies. he was more serious than gojo, helping you stay focused, but less strict than shoko, who liked to use tough love to help you retain information. the two of you spent many afternoons at the library, sometimes joined by shoko or gojo, but mostly alone.

you quickly learned that geto was smart, almost frighteningly so, and he had a natural talent for teaching. his voice was soft and pleasant, his tone patient as you asked him to explain concepts you couldn't quite grasp. your study sessions usually ended in dinners together, grabbing whatever you could get from the university's food court.

he was also caring, always making sure to walk you home if your studying ran late. this often resulted in teasing looks from gojo, a pout on his face as he made kissy noises whenever the two of you would leave him behind. he always made sure you walked on the inner side of the sidewalk and he wouldn't leave you alone until he was sure your door was locked, and as the days dragged on, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to geto suguru.

"you don't get it!" you complained, flopping onto your bed as shoko flipped through a magazine. "he's so— ugh."

"so ugh?" shoko repeated teasingly, watching as you tilted your head back to look at her.

"shoko!" you whined, throwing an arm over your eyes as you huffed. "i thought he was just a flirt. i didn't know he was this charming."

"this is hilarious," shoko commented, ignoring your glare. "remember when you turned him down?"

"he just wanted to hook up," you murmured, sighing softly before sitting up. "now that i've gotten to know him, i'm thinking i should've said yes when i had the chance."

"and who says you don't have a chance now?"

"he doesn't flirt with me!" you exclaim. when you see shoko raise her eyebrow, you elaborate. "he was flirting that night at the party because he was interested. he doesn't say anything that even remotely implies his interest in me anymore. the only one who flirts is gojo!"

"oh, geto definitely has an interest," shoko muttered, earning a curious glance from you. "look, he gives you his favorite foods, tutors you, and even walks you home. i've never seen him do that for anyone else. he wont even tutor satoru! and that's his best friend. if anything, you caught his interest when you turned him down."

shoko's eyes widened in panic when you pouted sadly, your expression falling as you took in her words.

"so he's only interested in me because i'm a challenge?" you asked quietly, earning a frustrated sigh from shoko.

"yes," she answered, getting a sad look from you. "but not in the way you think. he's never had anyone turn him down before you. and then he got to know you and he liked you. i don't think he wants to 'just hook up with you'. he wants to be with you."

"but what if—"

"trust me on this," shoko interrupted. you bit your lip hesitantly before nodding your head. "i think you should start the flirting. if he sees you're interested, then he'll reciprocate. i'm sure of it."

iv.

you felt a vague sense of deja vu as you stepped into gojo and geto's shared house once again, loud music playing as you weaved your way through the crowd.

you were on high alert as you looked for shoko, yet you still jumped when you felt a heavy arm wrap around your shoulders.

"hey!" gojo shouted, leaning in close to make sure you heard him over the loud music. "when did you get here?"

"a minute ago," you responded flatly, the faint smell of alcohol filling your nostrils as gojo hugged you. he giggled softly and you rolled your eyes with a smile, knowing he was probably already tipsy.

"who are you looking for?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he gave you a sultry look. "suguru?"

"no!" you denied, feeling your cheeks grow warm at the name. you averted your gaze, missing the way gojo's smile grew at your reaction. he guided you through the crowd and into the kitchen, coming to a stop when you saw shoko and geto leaning against the fridge.

"look who i found!" gojo proclaimed, pushing you in front of shoko and geto. shoko crowed your name with a smile, and you smiled back at her before glancing at geto. you froze slightly when you saw the way his eyes were trailing over your figure, taking in your outfit before his eyes settled on your face. there was a lazy smirk on his face as he nodded his head at you.

"hey," he greeted, his normal volume almost quiet in the loud room.

"hi," you replied, earning a groan from shoko. she walked forward, grasping gojo's arm before tugging him away.

"we're going outside," she announced, frowning when a noise of protest left gojo's lips. she flicked his forehead before glancing at you and geto, and a look of understanding fell across his face before he shut his mouth and followed after her without hesitation.

"you know," geto started, sighing as gojo disappears from sight. "something tells me they're not going outside."

"i feel compelled to agree," you grumbled, earning a chuckle from geto.

"i didn't think you were gonna come," he commented casually, turning to face you as you grabbed a bottle of water.

"oh you know," you said, shrugging half-heartedly as you took a sip. geto's eyes focused on your lips. "i go out occasionally."

"occasionally? why? got an overprotective boyfriend or something?" geto asked, his tone teasing as he repeats the same words he spoke when you first met. you grinned in response, putting your water bottle down on the counter as you crept closer to him.

"no, more like an overly comfy bed," you responded, your heart racing when he leaned down.

"i'm sure mine is comfier. i can show you, if you'd like."

"i would," you said, biting your lip when geto’s eyes widened. he paused briefly before slipping his hand into yours, pulling you out of the kitchen.

neither one of you noticed the way gojo and shoko exchanged a smug look as he led you upstairs.

v.

all of those previous interactions with geto suguru culminated into the position you find yourself in now: in his bed.

a gasp leaves your lips as geto's hands trail underneath your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head with one hand as he fondles your breast with the other.

your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you give him a bruising kiss, feeling his hands slip behind your back to unhook your bra. a hiss leaves your lips as the cool air hits your nipples, and he immediately takes one into his mouth, warm tongue laving over your hardened nipple as you moan.

your hands tug at his shirt, and he separates himself from you briefly to take it off and toss it off to the side, his fingers immediately going down to his belt to undo it. your own hands tug at your pants, pulling your underwear along with it as you kick them off the bed.

geto freezes when he sees you sprawled on his bed, and he licks his lips before reaching our and grabbing your thighs, pulling you flush against his own before dipping a finger in between your folds.

"so wet and i haven't even touched you," he murmurs, enjoying the way you squirm at his touch. "all this for me?"

"yeah," you breathe, biting your lips when you notice geto's eyes darken. "all for you. i need you, geto."

"suguru," he corrects, fingers swirling around your clit as you gasp. "say it."

"need you, suguru," you whimper, watching him with rapt attention as he pumps himself a few times.

"are you sure?" he asks, watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut when the head of his cock brushes against your folds.

"i'm ready. i need you. i can take you."

geto breathes in sharply at your words, his eyes trained on your cunt as he pushes in slowly. you're perfect for him, your warm walls pulling him in as your face scrunches up with pleasure. a soft moan leaves your lips as he circles your clit, burying himself even further into you until his balls rest against your ass.

he remains still for a moment, getting used to feeling of you squeezing him until you start moving your hips against him.

"please move, suguru," you whine, your voice soft and needy in his ears.

"anything for you," he whispers, lowering himself down to kiss you as he intertwines a hand with yours. he swallows your moans as he pulls out, leaving only the tip in before thrusting into you at a harsher pace.

"feels good, suguru," you moan against his lips, your hand squeezing him as he picks up his pace.

"you feel so good, sweetheart," he whispers against your lips. "you're so tight. look at you, taking me so well."

you moan at his words, your cunt clenching around him as he praises you.

"been thinking about this since the night i met you," he confesses, burying his face into the crook of your neck. he lets go of your hand to grab your legs, placing them onto his shoulders as his thrusts get deeper. "i knew this pretty pussy would be perfect for me."

your hands grab at the bedsheets as he keeps a steady rhythms, and geto finds himself fascinated by the way your breasts bounce every time he thrusts into you. he watches as you arch after a particularly deep thrust, and he makes sure to repeat the motion, enjoying the way you mewl as he reaches the deepest parts inside of you.

"suguru!" you cry out, your legs trembling as his fingers tease your clit. "i-i'm close!"

"cum for me," he whispers, eyes focused on your face as you spasm around his cock. you moan softly as he keeps thrusting, helping you ride out your high before he pulls out. you're flipped onto your stomach before you can react, your legs trembling as you try to keep yourself up on all fours.

"do you think you can do that again for me, sweetheart," geto whispers into your ear, his lips trailing down the side of your neck as you nod. "lie down for me, yeah?"

you're squirming as you obey, your face down on the sheets as geto looms over you. his usual half-bun is messy and loose from your earlier tugging, and you can feel the long strands of silky hair tickling your shoulders. his hand feels heavy as it rests on the back of your neck, keeping you in place as the tip of his dick brushes against your clit. a breathy moan leaves your lips, and he smirks as he watches you, stilling momentarily before you feel the head of his cock prod at your folds once again.

you wiggle your hips in an effort to get him to move, whining softly as you try to turn back and look at him. he chuckles lowly, fingers brushing your hair away from your shoulder before he leans down to press a teasing kiss against it. he complies anyways, groaning as he sinks into you and enjoying the way your cunt seems to suck him in.

he wonders if you know that he could never possibly deny you anything.

"harder, suguru," you beg, clenching around him as he grinds into you. "please."

it isn't long until he gives in, rutting into you like it's the only thing he's good for, his balls slapping against your clit with each stroke and sending you into a state of frenzied euphoria. you can feel his hand pushing you down, your back arching obscenely as his other hand creeps between your thighs, skilled fingers expertly nudging at your clit.

"suguru, pleasepleaseplease," you gasp, wiggling your hips to try and get him to go faster. "more, please, i—"

geto knows. he knows exactly what your trying to tell him as he speeds up, the wet sounds of your cunt only spurring him on. there's a creamy ring at the base of his cock, and geto grabs at the fat of your ass in an attempt to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

"suguru!" you squeal, trembling underneath him. "i'm cumming!"

geto grins when you gush all over him, clear liquid spattering all over his abs and thighs, coating his dick and making it easier for him to slip in and out of you. he stills for a brief moment, a low grunt leaving him as he empties himself into you. you whimper softly when he pulls out, and he grabs your chin to tilt your face toward him, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips before leaning back.

"look at you, you did so good for me, gushing all prettily around my cock," he murmurs. he watches as you clench around nothing, his cum dripping down to your clit when you hear his words. he reaches forward to gather it all up, purposely teasing your clit to hear you moan once again.

he makes no complaint when you roll over and grab his hand, licking his fingers clean before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down onto you. the two of you exchange lazy kisses before he rolls over, pulling you onto his chest before giving you a soft look.

"i like you," he says quietly, squeezing your waist as he gives you another kiss. "you know that, right?"

"mhm," you mumble tiredly. "i kinda guessed."

you press another kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest. "i like you too."

"good," he chuckles, burying his face into your hair. "we should probably get cleaned up."

"yeah," you agree, making no move to get up. the two of you lay in silence for a few minutes, almost drifting off to sleep before you hear a loud knock on the door.

"hey!" gojo's voice is loud through the door. "congrats on the sex!"

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The Perfect Date

Gamer!Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Happy Birthday Giyu!

10k Words

Sfw Warnings: Gamers in love, you meet at a Cafe, strangers to friends to lovers, cat loving, Shinobu is a wingman

Nsfw Warnings: Suggestive comments, sexual pining, sexual tension, seduction, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming

Not many people got to befriend their idol streamer, but you supposed you were lucky. Even if you wanted to be so much more.

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Best Friend’s Brother

Sanemi x Fem! Reader + Genya

Warnings: Mentions of eating & Food

NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO

Word count: 12.3k

“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.

“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed I’m frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”

“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”

“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.

“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”

“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.

You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.

Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.

“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”

“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.

“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.

Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.

You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.

Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.

Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.

“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.

You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.

Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.

“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.

“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.

Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.

You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.

You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.

“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.

“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.

Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.

“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.

“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.

After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.

“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”

“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.

“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.

He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.

“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”

“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.

“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”

“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”

“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”

“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.

“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.

“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.

“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.

“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.

“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.

“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”

Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.

Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.

“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”

Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.

“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”

He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.

He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.

“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.

You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.

“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”

He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.

You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.

“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.

“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.

You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.

“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.

Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.

You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.

“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”

His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.

“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.

“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.

“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”

You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”

You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.

His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.

You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.

You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.

You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.

“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.

He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.

“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”

You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”

He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.

“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.

“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”

“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”

He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.

“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.

His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.

“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”

The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.

“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”

You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.

“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.

For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.

Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.

“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.

Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.

He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.

You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.

“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.

As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.

“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.

“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.

“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.

“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.

“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.

“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.

Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.

“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.

“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.

You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.

When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.

He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.

You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.

“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.

Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.

He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.

“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts vegan picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.

Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.

“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”

You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.

His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.

Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.

“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”

You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.

“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.

“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.

“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.

You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.

“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.

As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.

The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.

“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.

Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.

Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message

Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.

Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”

Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.

He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least he wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.

“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.

Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?

Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.

Genya: fucking clearly.

Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?

Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??

Nemi: look closer.

After a moment of studying, Genya realized.

Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????

Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.

Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was living for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.

“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.

Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

Fucking with the Demon Cyborg

Contents ⇀ Consensual, Neck/ear/nape kissing, Soft genos, Missionary, Riding/Cowgirl, Sync'ed cumming, Short headcanon, Female reader, (sort of) raw sex, fluff at the end

》Being a cyborg, Genos can't really feel pain on certain parts of his body. However, that doesn't mean he couldn't feel someone's touch if they ever do place a hand against his metallic appendages. His arms can barely feel any sort of contact but if you interlock hands with him he'd most likely enjoy the warmth emitting from your fingertips.

》His arms, legs and stomach are the areas where he could feel something but not enough for him to react. It is where deadly devices of all sorts are stored so it's understandable why the doctor wouldn't burden his body with the modification for it to feel pain. But the places in which he does feel something (enough for him to react to) are located near his energy core; His chest area, neck and even the parts where plastic flesh covered his robotic figure. Are the parts that granted him the ability to perceive humane and even unpleasant contact.

》And with all these information, you both use it to your advantage and pleasure.

》He's still human after all, under all that machinery and android lies a genuine man's heart that can express emotions too. Emotions such as; happiness, anger, sorrow, love and lust.

》He adores it whenever you'd kiss and touch his ear's and nape. He loves how smoothly you run your fingers through them whenever you're both getting frisky with your hands. Suck on the shell of his ear and you'd basically feel him vibrate against you.

》Very vocal. The sounds he make are for you and you only, he promises to stay still if you'd go a lil lower, just under his ear lobe. That spot always gets him melting. Your touch has him in such an addictive state, pupils dilating as dopamine pumps through his brain (or what's left of it at least)

》He has a bunch of detachable dildos he can use to penetrate through you and you can never get that headcanon out of my mind. (Did the doctor make it as well? Let's say no because that'd be a little to awkward.)

》Let's just say that vibrations can cause such an impact on Genos and that you'd use toys that'll waver for pleasure. The silicon cock attached onto his crotch area. Him feeling it shake whenever he rams inside you. The quivering feeling inside your pussy felt so good you could cry. That being said, he'd definitely thrust in and out as much as possible to see tears stream down your face, your pretty, pretty face being in between his steel fingers as it squeezes you to look at him.

》Gosh those eyes of his. Watching your every twitch and whine, your hips arching to grind onto his throbbing cock. You could see your own reflection in those shinning surfaces, yet the most visible view in front of you right now was how high he was feeling as he pulls in and out of your folds.

"Are you alright? " He asks in between breathes, his energy core getting warmer and warmer at the sight of your sprawled legs hooked onto him. You nod in response, hoisting yourself up as you propped on top of him.

"Go deeper, please.. "

》That look on your face almost made his system crash. Everything you're doing to him right now is something he'll savor and take his time with, especially those sweet lips of yours.

》You were sat on top of him, bouncing yourself with his help. The cold feeling of his palms roamed your body as you both felt your release coming.

"Genos.. Y-you close?.. "

He gives you a rough nod, eyes closed and teeth gritting.

》It felt so good. So fucking good and he wants you to come together, in sync like the gears that rapidly whirled inside his mechanical frame. The vibrations getting quicker and stronger as he feels every wave of it through your heated sex. Your pussy wets his cock, dripping through your thighs as you bob onto him.

It squeeze around him, squelching noises being mixed with your moaning voices "Genos.. oh..! Mmmh..!! " He gripped onto your thighs harder, bruising the flesh a bit as he starts to come with you.

》Obviously enough, he doesn't have the ability to release sperm from his features. So the one who usually dampens and makes a mess on the sheets is you.

》catching your breaths you both gaze into each other lovingly, a small grin emitting from you as you plop beside his robotic figure.

You playfully flick his forehead, laughing when he hugs you close in response "You didn't short circuit this time. " You teased, earning a chuckle from him.

"That was one time. I'm certain it won't happen again. " He kissed your forehead, making circles with his thumb against your shoulder.

"Hm, But.. " Closing the gap between you, a small peck was left on his lips "I found it so adorable when you acted like that because of me. "

》Almost nothing can kill this man, but you, you are most definitely going to be the death of him.

I need more fanfiction of this man, I swear I read almost every fic I can find abt him w w w w w w

-Lath