What is he glaring at…?
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What is he glaring at…?

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CW: make out, suggestive
Thinkin’ about CHUUYA — who will always buy you lipsticks and lip balms in the prettiest shades.
Soft rose, deep wine, glossy cherry — he remembers which ones make your eyes light up and which ones you absentmindedly chew off when you’re stressed.
This man straight-up refuses to let you carry anything.
Your phone? In his pocket.
Your keys? Already clipped to his belt.
Your lipstick — oh lord, the lipstick—is definitely his responsibility.
Your need to reapply? He’s already there.
Gloved fingers curl under your chin, gentle but certain, tilting your face up toward him. He squishes your cheeks just enough to make your lips pout, a quiet little “stay still” in his eyes, before he glides the color across your bottom lip with careful precision. He’s staring at you so intensely it’s almost embarrassing—like looking away would be some kind of sin he refuses to commit.
Your lipstick is smudged?
A soft click of his tongue. A tiny frown. Then his thumb brushes your mouth, slow and deliberate, wiping the edge clean. He doesn’t even realize he’s leaned closer until you’re sharing the same breath, his voice low and fond.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, “can’t have you walking around lookin’ anything less than perfect.”
And when he’s done—when he caps the lipstick and slips it back into his coat—he presses a quick, almost smug kiss to your lips, just enough to seal it. “There,” Chuuya says, satisfied.
“Now you’re mine again.”
Making out with him with lipstick on is practically a ritual — slow, heated kisses that leave color smeared along his mouth, his jaw, the collar of his shirt — marks he wears like trophies.
You drag him down by the collar, laugh breathless against his lips, and he lets it happen, lets you ruin him, hands firm at your waist like he’s grounding himself while you paint him in evidence.
Chuuya loves it — loves catching his reflection later and seeing proof that you were there, that you claimed him — because every stain is yours, and every time he buys you a new shade, it’s already with the knowledge that it won’t stay on you for long.
“Wanna try out waterproof ones next, princess?”
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Thinking about GIYUU who'd have you chest to chest, your useless legs thrown over his shoulders, him pressing you down into the bed as his cock rams into your cunt with slow, messy thrusts as his hips stutter.
He's panting into your ear like a dog in heat, both of you acting like you're two bunnies going at for hours. How many times did he cum inside you already? Four–? No, five times maybe? His cum is dripping out of your already filled pussy, making a huge mess on the now cum-stained sheets. His cock twitches inside of your cunt, and he whimpers oh-so-prettily against your ear.
He'd have his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips like he's afraid he'll float away if he did. His pants are getting louder and heavier, hotness hitting your skin. Whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips, moaning into your skin.
He plants kisses under your ear, rutting into your messy pussy like he'll die if he stays still for too long. Biting at your earlobe, nipping and kissing around your ear as he makes the prettiest sounds imaginable.
"Hahh~ ngh‐ agh! Darli–ing! Hngh, please, please, please, just—just one more, okay?"
His teeth graze the space below your ear, and you swear that the same moment Giyuu gripped your thighs and pushed them up your chest, he had lost himself completely in pleasure.
The fat head of his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, and when he finally shot his sticky load into your sensitive cunt, his deep blue eyes rolled back and he let out the prettiest, filthiest moan known to mankind.
Save to say, you two went for another round when his cum didn't want to stay inside you.
© 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ²⁰²⁵
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THUD!
The wind ripped through the training grounds, pulling the ground from under you. You stumbled, catching yourself just as your sword almost slipped from your grasp.
"Are you trying to piss me off?" SANEMI growled, storming over like a living storm, eyes flashing. His hand yanked your shoulder, sharp but steady.
"I— I’m fine!" you protested, breath uneven, cheeks burning.
"Fine?" His lip curled, half in exasperation, half in something else.
"You’re my Tsuguko. That doesn’t mean I want to watch you throw yourself at danger like a goddamn lunatic! Seriously, what was up with you last night? Was it really necessary for me to hear from Obanai how you nearly got yourself killed?!"
You swallowed, a small smirk slipping despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. "I need to keep up with you, Sanemi-san. You can’t have all the fun."
His eyes narrowed, and for a heartbeat, the sharp edges of his expression softened — imperceptibly, but enough.
"All the fun, huh… You’re ridiculous." He ruffled your hair with a rough hand, then stepped back, lavender eyes scanning your form.
"Don’t die, got it? Not because I care about the rules, but I don’t want to deal with your stupid corpse."
A laugh escaped you despite yourself. His version of affection was gruff, unpolished even, but it was real.
"Not until I finally beat you!" you smiled, raising the wooden sword once more.
Sanemi smirked, getting once more into his fighting stance.
"Now that's the spirit."
© 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ²⁰²⁵
do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way.

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