Skitter Critter

Content Warning: explicit language, public penetrative sex, oral sex (male receiving), p in v sex.

The air in the back alley where Ring and I were laying low to obtain information from our target was uncomfortably warm. 

Perhaps it was because the pleasure district was nearby, we were surrounded by the stench of alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the cloying smell of perfume. 

Kate: *Sigh*... I thought we were done for when the target looked our way… 

Kate: But pretending to be a lovey-dovey couple got us through it! 

The target lowered his guard when he saw how I was clinging to Ring, kissing and touching him, and so we managed to extract information out of him without a hitch. 

Kate: Alright, shall we head back? 

Just as I spoke and slowly pulled away from his chest… I felt something hard pressing against my lower abdomen.

I looked down to see his raging erection straining the fabric of his trousers. 

Kate: R-Ring…?

I glanced up at him without thinking, and even in the dark alley, I could tell his face was bright red. 

Ring: You were clinging to me so close, kissing me, touching me… and it became like… this… 

Ring: It’s… it’s all because I have little experience. Sorry…! 

Kate: N-No! Don’t apologise! 

To be honest, it made me rather happy to know that just a little contact like that was enough to get him all worked up because he was hyperaware of my presence. 

Kate: … Do you think it’ll calm down soon?

Ring: I’m desperately trying to think unsexy thoughts, like Dari or Nica, but… 

Ring: Every time I try, you’ll come to mind anyway, and it makes things worse… 

Ring hung his head, looking defeated.

But contrary to his mood, his lower body was still very excited. 

Ring: Y-You can just leave me here and head back first…

Ring: … No, I can’t let you walk home alone at night.

Ring: … Sorry. I’ll take care of this myself. Can you turn around and give me a moment? 

I found it endearing to see Ring trying his best to deal with his situation by himself. 

(It’s dark here, and there's no one else around… maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to do something bold.) 

I reached down and gently stroked Ring through his trousers. 

Ring: … K-Kate…? Wh-What are you doing…? 

Kate: Um… I thought it’d calm down if you came once. 

Ring: T-That might be true, b-but…

Kate: Are you okay with me doing it for you? 

He didn't say no. Instead, his eyes wavered with a look of anticipation. 

And so — I got on my knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his trousers down. 

Kate: … Wow, it’s so hard… 

Ring: D-Don’t say that… 

His face was flushed red from the embarrassment, but he didn't stop me. 

I wrapped both hands around his dick, then slowly moved them up and down. 

Ring: … Nngh… haa… 

His raspy voice was music to my ears. 

But using my hands wasn't enough to calm his arousal. 

Watching his ragged breaths, I felt the urge to do more for him — so I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. 

Ring: … K-Kate…! Y-You don’t have to… use your mouth… 

Kate: You don't like it…? 

Ring: It’s not that, I just…— 

Kate: Then let me. 

I parted my lips and took his hot, throbbing dick into my mouth. 

Kate: Nn… fuh… haa… 

Starting from the base, I licked my way up, sucking on his tip… testing his reactions as I stimulated him.

But no matter how hard I worked him, he didn't seem close to cumming. 

Kate: … S-Sorry. I’m not used to this… I must be really bad at it. 

When I pulled back and asked, Ring shook his head vigorously.

Ring: No! You’re too good… it feels so good, I think I'm going to lose it. 

Ring: But not just your mouth, I want more… I don't know how much longer I can stand it… 

Kate: Eh…? 

Ring: … Sorry. Look at me getting this horny and disrespectful… I’m like a wild dog, huh… 

Kate: … That’s not true. You just want us to feel good together, isn't it? 

I stood up and pressed a soft kiss to Ring’s cheek. 

Kate: I want you too, Ring. 

The darkness made it easier to be a little bolder than usual. 

Straightforward invitations, having sex in public… none of that bothered me. 

Ring: … T-Thanks, Kate… 

Ring removed his jacket and draped it over me. 

Ring: This should hide you a little. If anyone passes by, I’ll make sure they don't see your body.

Kate: … You’re so kind, Ring. 

Ring: It’s not only for you… it’s for me too.

Ring: I don't want anyone else seeing you look this sexy…

His shy little expression of possessiveness made me smile as I leaned my back against the wall and began undoing the buttons of my blouse. 

I shifted my undergarments, letting my breasts spill out and exposing them to the night air. 

Ring: Kate…? 

If all we were going to do was have sex, there was no need for me to remove my top — the bewilderment on Ring’s face said it all. 

I bunched up my skirt for him, baring myself top and bottom. 

(I’ve never done anything this bold before. I’m so embarrassed, I can hear my own heart racing…) 

(... But I want more of Ring’s touch…) 

Kate: … I don't want anyone but you seeing me this shameless either. 

Kate: So… will you hold and hide me? 

In the darkness, I extended him an unrestrained invite— 

Ring: … 

Without answering, Ring pulled me into his arms, grabbed my waist, and sank his hard dick deep inside me. 

Kate: Ahh…! 

Ring: … S-Sorry. With you tempting me like that, I couldn't hold back anymore…

Kate: Haa… it's okay… you don't have to…

Ring: Don't say that… I want to be gentle with you… 

Paying attention to my reactions, Ring began with slow thrusts. 

Ring: Haa… feels so good inside you… Kate… 

Ring: You… you like it when I hit this spot, don't you…? 

Each time the tip of his dick hit my deepest spot, jolts of pleasure shot through my body; I barely managed to hold myself back from cumming so soon. 

Kate: Nngh… yes… I love it… 

Ring: Haha, that's good… I really… love doing this the most… 

His voice whispering in my ear oozed with passion, and the happiness blooming in my heart only heightened the pleasure.

Ring: Oh, um… it’s not because I like your body… 

Ring: It’s because it’s you I love… 

Ring: And because I love you… I don't want to be the only one feeling good. 

Ring: I want both of us to feel good…

Kate: It’s okay… I understand… 

Ring: … I see.

Ring smiled and continued thrusting into me while trailing kisses along my neck. 

Ring: Ah… since you’re showing these to me too… I should give them some love… 

Keeping himself buried deep inside me and hitting my sweet spot, Ring latched onto my chest. 

Kneading my soft breasts with his hands, his teeth grazed the sensitive peaks as he rolled them with his tongue. 

He took his time lavishing me… until the teasing grew unbearable and my body felt like it was about to give out. 

Kate: Aah… nn… n-not there…! 

Ring: Mm… s-sorry. I can’t stop touching, sucking, and licking them… 

I was the one who made Ring go wild in the first place, and yet now it was me being completely ravaged by him. 

His hands caressed every one of my favourite places, his thrusts hitting my sweet spot over and over again — I was being driven to the edge way too fast.

Ring: Nngh, haa… Kate… I love you… 

Kate: I love you too… I love you so much! 

We were out in public where someone could see us at any moment.

But… none of that mattered anymore. 

I continued greedily begging for Ring to continue, wanting to share with him the ecstasy of loving each other so deeply—.

Content Warning: STRAIGHT UP SMUT. mentions of masturbation (suitor), voyeurism, fingering, p in v sex.

—

(Huh…? Ring’s not here.)

I woke up late at night because my throat felt dry, and I noticed Ring — who should’ve been asleep next to me — was missing. 

Just as I slipped out of bed to look for him, the sound of faint, shaky breaths and running water could be heard from the bathroom. 

(Ring? What’s he doing at this hour…?) 

I peeked inside past the slightly ajar door, careful not to make a sound, and then—

Ring: … ggh, mmf… haa… ugh… 

(Eh…!?)

Ring was standing there, the front of his bottoms open, one hand wrapped around his… thing. 

His brows were tightly furrowed, breathing ragged as he pumped his hand around it… tending to his swollen need. 

Ring: nngh, haa… nn… 

I knew what I was seeing wasn't meant for my eyes, and yet… I couldn’t peel my eyes off the look of frustration on his face. 

(Does it feel good… when he touches himself like that…?) 

Each movement of his fingers drew out another heated breath, and I found myself staring at the scene. 

(... Nope! Ring wouldn’t want to be seen like this.)

(I should turn around and pretend I never saw anything…) 

I tried to slip away quietly, but just then— 

Ring: … K-Kate… Kate… 

Hearing my name coming from his mouth in that strained, raspy voice made me stop in my tracks. 

(He’s thinking of me while doing that…?)

(But if he wanted it, he could've just woken me up…) 

Seemingly nearing his limit, Ring’s hand movements grew quicker, hips bucking slightly. 

Ring: Nn… haa… Kate… it feels so good… 

Standing there speechless was my biggest mistake. 

Ring: Haa… nngh… I’m… I’m gonna— 

At that exact moment, the floor beneath my feet creaked.

Ring: …!? 

Ring opened his eyes… and through the narrow gap in the doorway, our eyes met. 

Ring: UWAHHH!?

Kate: KYAAA!?

Ring: You saw me… doing something so embarrassing… I want to disappear… 

Ring dashed out of the bathroom and curled up in a corner of the room with his shoulders slumped. 

Kate: I’m sorry for peeping, Ring… I shouldn't have done that. 

Ring: No, it's not your fault. It’s mine for not being able to control myself when I’m aroused. 

Ring: I… I was really looking forward to making love to you tonight. 

Ring: But the room’s too bright, and it didn't feel like the right setting anymore…

Right — due to some technical issues at the hotel we were staying at, the lights couldn't be switched off and we’d been stuck with our room being brightly lit all night. 

(Whenever we were about to do it, I’d ask him to turn off the lights, so he must be concerned about that…) 

Ring: But you were sleeping so peacefully next to me, and smelled so good, I was slowly losing my mind… 

Ring: I didn't want to force myself on you, so I went to the bathroom to deal with the urges. 

Ring: … Sorry you had to see me being weird. 

Kate: I understand you were holding yourself back out of consideration for me, so please don’t be sorry. 

More than anything, knowing that he craved me even when he was alone made my heart swell with affection. 

(... Maybe tonight, it’s my turn to be bold.) 

Kate: Um… you had to stop halfway through just now, didn't you? 

Ring: …! Y-Yeah… b-but don’t worry about that. 

Kate: Even though it's bright… it’s fine for tonight.

Ring: Wha… 

Kate: I want you, Ring. 

In the brightly lit room, I slowly stripped off all my clothes, laying myself bare beneath the light. 

Kate: … I-I’ll get embarrassed if you keep staring that hard. 

Sitting on the bed, Ring’s feverish gaze alone made me want to cover myself up already. 

Ring: Sorry… you’re just too beautiful… I can’t help it. 

His gaze trailed over me from head to toe, then up again and lingered on my chest — before he got flustered and averted his eyes. 

Kate: Looks like what Nica said is true. 

Ring: Nica? What did he even… 

I climbed onto the bed, leaned in close, and whispered the answer into his ear. 

Ring: “Ring is always staring at the robin’s chest”? Nica— that bastard! T-That’s obviously not true…! 

Kate: Is it? I feel you do play with my breasts a lot… 

Ring: …! I mean— yeah… I like them. But your breasts aren't the only part of you I like. I also like your legs… your hands… even the tips of your fingers…

Ring: … I love every single inch of your body. 

Ring grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me down onto the bed. 

Ring: And I'll prove it to you. 

— From that moment on, Ring was truly very tender with me.

He planted kisses along my neck, licking my collarbone, then cupped my breasts with both hands, kneading gently… 

There were brief moments when his touch got a little clumsy, but even then, I could feel his sincere desire to cherish every inch of my body. 

Ring: Every part of you I touch… is so soft… 

Ring: Just touching you like this… it’s getting me aroused again. 

Kate: Nngh, haa… aahh…

As he fondled my sensitised peaks with the tip of his tongue, his hand slid along my inner thigh, making my hips reflexively move to grind against him. 

Ring: You’re getting turned on too, huh. … You’re so wet already. 

Ring’s fingertips brushed against my soaked entrance.

He hadn’t started actually touching me yet, but his fingers were already slick with my nectar.

Ring: I think you’re already so beautiful like this, just the way you are…

Ring: But seeing how your body reacts to my touch… it makes you even cuter. 

Smiling as he spoke, Ring rubbed his fingers against my sensitive nub before slowly pushing them in. 

He withdrew them slightly while watching my reactions, then sank them in deeper… repeating the motion until my body melted away under his touch. 

But after a while… his fingers were no longer enough for me. 

(I want to see that look on his face again, the one he had in the bathroom when he was feeling good…) 

Kate: Ring… t-together… 

Ring: … Yeah, I’m at my limit too. 

I felt something hot brush against my entrance, then it slowly entered me. 

Perhaps not paying attention to our environment, Ring lifted my hips as he thrust into me… 

In the bright room, I could clearly see his cock filling me to the brim, the visibility making me feel all the more shameful. 

Kate: Nngh… ah… aah…! 

Overwhelmed by the mix of shame and pleasure, it didn't take long for me to reach my climax, my nails digging into Ring’s back. 

Kate: … I-I’m sorry, Ring… it feels so good, I—  my nails— aah…! 

Ring: … Don’t… worry about it… I want you to do it more, leave as many marks on my back as you want… 

Ring: As long as it's from you… I’ll love it… anything at all… 

Ring: More importantly… are you okay…? Am I hurting you? 

In the bright room, I could see clearly the tenderness in Ring’s eyes as he expressed his concern for me. 

Kate: … I’m okay. … I love you, Ring.

I thought being seen like this would make me too embarrassed for anything, but… maybe embracing each other under the light isn’t so bad after all. 

“You inspire me,” he begins. His breath catches. “Your strength, your kindness… every day I find myself looking for you. Thinking of you. Wishing to share even the smallest things with you.”

The yearning in his voice is unmistakable. It’s the kind that forms slowly, like embers gathering enough heat to bloom into flame. He takes a breath that seems to steel him, but he speaks gently.

“My heart races when you are near! It refuses to quiet itself.” A tiny laugh escapes him. “I-- I care for you. Deeply. More deeply than I realized until it became impossible to contain.”

For a moment he looks down, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, the bold Flame Hashira searching for courage in the silence you share.

You step toward him. The answer was already written in your chest, steady as a heartbeat. When you reach out, your hand brushes his, and his fingers tighten around yours at once.

“Kyojuro,” you say, and his name feels like a promise. “I feel the same.”

His head lifts sharply, eyes wide with a happiness so pure it makes your breath catch. His smile spreads, but this time it’s gentle, almost reverent.

“Truly?” he whispers, the word barely a spark.

When you nod, his smile becomes ten times wider and warmer. He holds your hand as if it’s a treasure he’s been entrusted with, thumb brushing your knuckles in a gesture far more tender than his usual boldness.

“I will cherish this,” he says, voice low, “and I will cherish you.”

Suddenly, he straights his back tight, looking at you deeply in the eyes. "I will start courting you tomorrow! Or even right now, if you let me."

You can help but laugh, lowering your gaze a little. You take another step towards him, grabbing his other hand in the action, now you were holding him.

"But I'm already yours, Kyojuro."

He blinks fast, like he can't believe your words. He had this whole plan in his mind and now your totally messed it up. Even if it was for good, you left him speechless.

“Already… mine?” he repeats, voice unsteady, as if tasting the words will make them real.

You watch the realization bloom across his face. It hits him all at once, and he looks down at your joined hands like they’re a miracle he never quite believed he deserved.

He breathes out your name, so softly it barely counts as sound. Then he squeezes both your hands, warm and certain.

“I still want to court you,” he says with no hesitation. Just pure sincerity. “Even more now. You deserve to be adored properly. Treated with intention. Shown how important you are.”

His voice grows firmer with each word, not loud, but grounded the way a flame steadies when it finds something to cling to.

“A relationship does not begin and end with a confession,” he says, eyes searching yours. “It should be nurtured. Honored and celebrated. I wish to do all of that for you.”

He swallows, cheeks warming with a heat that isn’t fire but feels just as bright.

“I want to bring you small things that remind me of you. Train with you, walk with you, sit beside you when the day grows long.” His thumb glides slowly across your fingers. “I want you to feel desired, cherished and supported. Every day. Every moment.”

The strange part is, he’s not grandstanding. This isn’t bluster or dramatic flair. He’s not performing for you. He’s revealing himself, piece by glowing piece, and it leaves the air trembling between you.

You lift one of his hands and press your lips to his knuckles. The gesture startles him at first, then melts him entirely. You feel it in the way his breath stutters and his fingers cup your cheek without thinking.

“Allow me,” he whispers, leaning closer, “to spend as long as I live proving it.”

His forehead meets yours, warm and steady. The world around you seems to hush of its own accord, as if the wind itself wants to give you space.

“Tomorrow,” he says, voice just above a breath, “I begin a courtship worthy of you.”

You laugh, but your chest aches with affection. “You can start today, you know.”

His grip tightens, and a bright glow spreads across his face.

“Then today,” he declares softly, “is the first day.”