Forest Spirit.

Kakucho loved you so dearly, having a hard time to express it to you - or at least that's what he thought. The way all his friends knew and appreciated you long before they even met you said enough. He was talking nonstop about you and every time he was with you he was always so invested in every word you told him, listening with full attention and encouraging you to keep going, even if he didn't get to speak the past hour because you kept rambling to him about your day. Your little rants were just far too adorable to him to ever interrupt you unless it was of utmost importance. His hands were on you at all times, holding your hand on the streets, resting it on your knee or thigh when you were around close friends or alone. The thought of not having you close drove him insane, all these years without anyone who cared for him came crashing down the first time you drove across town to bring him the lunch he forgot. The nights you held him close, letting him listen to your heartbeat after the nightmares so he could calm down. Your hand that gently raked through his black hair, combing out tiny knots and calming him down again. The way you didn't judge him for not always being your strong protector - the fact that you loved this sensitive side of him just as much as you loved everything else. All he wanted was to make you feel equally loved because god knows, he loves you more than any human loved another before in history.

His thoughts wandered far away as the bath water turned cold, your ethereal body resting against his scarred one, making him shudder at the contrast, chuckling to himself as he thought of the beauty and the beast but he must have thought out loud when he saw the frown form on your lips, followed by your sweet words. “Hey. that's my boyfriend you're talking about… he's the most handsome man” you mumbled and turned around, heart against heart as your arms wrapped tighter around him. Silence followed on both sides, unsure what to say to the other but both your hands were wandering on each other's body, caressing the skin as gentle as you could for as long as the water stayed warm. Kakucho used the fluffiest towel to help you get dry, only wrapping a scrappy one around his waist, making you sigh at how he's treating himself. A simple kiss was all it took for him to snap out of his little trance, kissing you back and pulling your naked body against his until you were skin to skin, heart to heart once more.

Craving the tenderness of your hands he carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, giving you a small smile “my goddess” he hummed before kissing all your sensitive spots before nibbling on the inside of your thighs and repeated the process until your skin felt ablaze, begging him to touch you where you needed him most. Of course he couldn't deny you heavenly pleasure, kissing along your thighs to your awaiting folds, glistening with arousal from the way he worshiped your body previously. A small gasp escaped your lungs when he licked through your folds, his tongue dragging up in zig-zag movements before his lips latched onto your puffy clit to suck ever so gently on it. The moans he let out were obscene, muffled by your wet folds and sending the vibrations straight to your core. Your hands were threading into his silk like hair the closer you got, his tongue lapping on your pussy like that's his entire purpose in life. A single finger circled your entrance before pushing in, slowly. You could feel the first and then the second knuckle disappear into your heat before he started massaging your sweet spot right away, knowing your body like the back of his own hand. “Kaku~” you moaned his name out, trying to warn him of your approaching orgasm but he could already feel your walls flutter around his finger, quickly adding a second digit to give you this sweet release you desired when his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves just the right way.

A string of curses fell off your lips as you came, thighs locking his head in place as you pushed his head even closer against your core. The sweet mannerism of you desperately needing him closer when you came was something else he thought was adorable. The way you craved the pleasure he provided, borderline scared he'd pull away - but he never did, neither did he now. Much gentler now his tongue massaged your clit as his fingers slowly slipped in and out of your entrance, rubbing your velvet walls before your sweet spot was ready for direct stimulation again. Kakucho could keep doing this for as long as you wanted him to, finding comfort in pleasing you, worshiping your beautiful body but after your fifth orgasm from his tongue and fingers you pushed his head away and made him lay down instead.

Although your legs felt like jelly, you carefully straddled him and started kissing his scars, ending on his beautiful lips where you tasted your own arousal on his tongue. It felt so perverted but so good, loving how you mixed with him, how his body felt beneath him and how the goosebumps on his skin rose when you dragged your nails over his skin ever so gently, following the barely there scratches with kisses from your soft lips. “You're so beautiful” you whispered more to yourself, not understanding how anyone could be this handsome - yet he laid there, underneath you looking like a divine god in your sheets. With one small move, his hardened length slipped inside of your core, letting him bottom out slowly but without making him wait. Out of instinct he held onto your hips and started thrusting upwards but you stopped him, hand resting on his chest and feeling his quickened heartbeat. “Let me… it's my turn now” you whispered and started to grind against him, riding his cock with a slow rhythm he loved so much. His eyes were rolling backwards when he sat up slightly to connect your forehead with his, both of your soft moans filling the room as small “I love you’s” we're exchanged.