#genma x reader

if they wake up in a tent next to you?

݁.𖥔 Characters: Madara, Obito, Itachi, Shisui, Genma, Kakashi, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Naruto, Gaara

݁.𖥔 Content Warning: pre-established relationship, smut, p in v, blowjob, dry humping, handjob, fingering

A/N: @carebearcozy’s post about my request picked my interest for this scenario. Also, special credits for Kakashi & Genma’s fanart from @cuddlymaus and for Sasuke & Itachi’s fanart from @emoiover. 🫶🏽

༄ Morning Wood? Wood Release no Jutsu?

Kakashi 🍃

Kakashi’s secured hold acted like a blanket, with his toned arms covering your body and hands placed over your belly as his chest met your back. In his borderland state of mind, Kakashi’s hips rubbed against your ass. Only when you muddled murmur of your voice made him fully aware, eyes open wide.

First, he saw your exposed nape, strands of hair tickling your skin from your shoulder to your face. Second, he felt the fruitful heat between your bodies as his eyes avert down to the source of it. Fuck. He has a boner.

At that, Kakashi tried to create some distance, at least a little. He took his hands off your intertwined bodies, but just after his hand left you, it was just as fast back while you placed yours on top of his. He barely discerned your soft grumbling.

“No…Where are you going…?"

Kakashi realized you’re not even awake completely since your eyes are closed. But gradually, after the lack of his response, you felt yourself aware of your warm surroundings, sensing his rigid posture behind you.

You looked over your shoulder as Kakashi glanced back at your beautiful, strained eyes.

“Why are you so far? Come closer.”

He swallowed, licking his dry lips before his raspy morning voice made you feel dangerous things below where his hand still is.

“I shouldn’t.”

A puzzled look formed on hour face, your head turned to the side to catch a glimpse of his restrained expression. He looks so unguarded — his silver, dishevelled hair covered his bedroom gaze in his right eye, while the other was closed on his beautiful, bare face you loved to see, yet you couldn’t get use to it. You didn’t understand the want in them until you glanced down.

“Oh.” Was all you could say at first, feeling the warm spreading in your cheeks, until you added shyly. “Come here?”

Kakashi looked scrutinizingly over your features, trying to gauge what you really want, and all he was the subtle desire in your eyes.

Morning sex? Well, how could he say no to that…?

features: naruto, itachi, madara, kakashi, tenzou, hashirama, tobirama, kiba, shikamaru, konohamaru, asuma, deidara, jiraiya, and genma

minor notes: these drabbles include a female reader who exists in the village of konoha as a shinobi and no uchiha massacre has taken place!

on your belly

naruto — there's something dangerous, nearly feral, about the way he looks down at you when he leans over your body. its like kurama breaks free and takes over the ninja, like the whiskers on his face darken to black, his eyes glowing red and bright and ferocious— and it thrills you. utterly, and completely thrills you. naruto smirks, and in any other moment you might have been embarrassed about the fact that you both know then and there that he can smell your arousal. but you're too far gone to care. it's all you can do to hold on, clawing at his broad back, clutching your legs around his hips as you ride through the pleasure of his cock against your insides. he pulls out at the last moment, the way your fingers wind together as both of your hands work furiously over his cock, and the sinful moan that spills from his lips as he comes is almost enough to send you headlong into another orgasm. his cum splatters over your belly, icy hot and plentiful, and you expect him to collapse on top of you, caging you beneath his firm body and holding you there, as he usually does, but this time his holds his ground. his hands are at your belly, fingers moving through his spend as he works it into your skin, spreading it across the softness he loves to kiss, as though marking you with his scent, marking you as his. he growls, nearly purrs, and as you meet his feral red eyes, you both know kurama is pleased.

itachi — he loves the way you can quiet his mind, send the swirling storm of thoughts into quiet symbiosis, cooing the firestorm. you take him in his arms, make him feel protected, instead of what is usually the other way around. it's intoxicating, to be around you. when he makes love to you, when he wraps his arms around you, and your legs wind around him, he loves how you pull him down until he's chest to chest with you, like he can become one with you completely. you'll try for a child soon, he knows. but for now he contents himself with pulling out of you just enough to release on your stomach, to feel the warmth of your skin on his most sensitive part, to run his fingers through the liquid and it excites him to no end to picture little uchiha's running around the compound.

on your chest

yamato — there's something about the way you look, flushed, breathless, dripping with sweat, that overcomes him, makes him feel half wild as he looks down at you. he can't tear himself away from you, not even for a moment, and has been late for many a meeting because of this weakness, much to kakashi's delight and his chagrin. but every once in a while, when he feels particularly wound up, pent up, that he indulges his secret sin. he pulls out of you as he feels his orgasm bridging, a frisson of pleasure building at the base of his spine and rolling through him like a jolt of lightning, and rolls over to the side. your eyes are half lidded as you look up at him, confusion bridging into understanding as you recognize the familiar pose. even without asking you roll into a sitting position, as though reading his mind, and kami he loves you so much, even in the throes of passion and pleasure he drops a hand to your cheek to stroke it lovingly. he works his cock quickly as you push your breasts together, flinching slightly as your fingers pinch your nipple, still sensitive from the force of your orgasm, and the breathy little moan you let out is enough to send him over the edge. his cum sinks onto your skin, slipping down your breasts and onto your stomach, a fist of prideful pleasure tightening in his belly. kami he just loves you so much.

konohamaru — somehow, he knows, just knows, that this is all naruto's fault. he blames the hokage for having made his introduction into the world of sex be all bare breasts and long legged, until the memories of his sexy jutsu captivating his adolescent. even as an adult konohamaru has the same weakness, and the day he had met you he knew all at once that you checked all his boxes in perfect harmony. and when he's leaning over you, his spend dotted across your perfect chest like spilled pearls, your face flushed and eyes half lidded from the throes of pleasure, the aftershocks of your orgasm still trembling through you, he can't quite but thank the gods for naruto.

on your face

deidara — its a work of art on its own, the way your eyes look as you gaze up at him. the way your lips are swollen and half parted, wet by the tongue that drags across them seductively enough to make him dive back down into your arms. but there's nothing more beautiful than the way you look on your knees, his cock kissed against your lips, his spend streaked across your face like oil paint on a canvas. he smirks, near feral, and just the sight is enough to make him half hard again. he never feels more pleasure at the notion that art truly is an explosion.

shikamaru — he let out a long, sated sigh, breathing out a curl of smoke and thinking about the fact that he had never been this happy. your fingers clawed at the skin of his naked chest, nails dragging across his nipple in a way that made him flinch and his hips stutter, pleasure-pain rushing through his chest as he moaned. your fingers wound absently around the fabric of the yukata you had hastily pushed down around his waist, leaving his ass bare and ready to be fondled by you as you guided the thrust of his hips. your mouth was so hot, so wet and warm, that he wished he could live in it. not that he spent much time free from the tangle of your limbs, with the amount of time you spent fucking, the honeymoon period having never ended after your marriage three years prior. he gasped out a moan, leaning forward in his zaisu, and winding a hand through your beautiful hair, warning you silently that he was about to reach his peak. his cum marked your face, spilling across your cheeks, your lips, your chin, and you looked so beautiful he couldn't resist kissing you, his tongue entering your mouth, his hand cupping your bare breast, both of you already knowing he wasn't going to be going anywhere for the next hour.

on your ass

kiba — it's his animal instincts. it must be. it makes him feel wild, ferocious to see you like this, on your hands and knees, your hair messy as its tossed over your shoulders, your back bowed to tilt your hips up towards his. your skin is glistening with a mix of heady sweat and saliva, because he just can't stop himself from licking you, tasting you, mapping every inch of your body with his tongue. your thighs are parted, wet for the same reasons, and he longs to taste you again, to bury himself between your legs and eat and eat and eat until the neverending starvation in his belly is sated. but he can't, not yet, not now. his cock feels fit to burst, and he can't stand being parted from you for a second longer, pushing back into you until his hips are flush to your ass, and kami you feel so fucking good, he can't stop the growl that leeches from this lips. he comes quickly, pulling out with rabid ferocity and spilling over the curves of your perfect ass, unable to resist biting into it and leaving another bite mark among the sea of half healed ones.

tobirama — his brother had told him it would be like this one day, like him and mito, had told him that one day he would know what it meant to be completely consumed by another. but before you, tobirama had though his brother a fool. even worse, a god of shinobi, brought to heel by something so simple as love. but from the very first moment he had come across you, had taken your hand to shake and seen the way your lips arched into a smile, he realized he was a fool too. it's like heaven and hell, like sweet escape and even sweeter torture, to be with you, to be apart from you, even for just the moment it takes to pull out of your sweet warmth. but there's something wicked about the way you look covered in his spend, the way your ass reddens from the slap of his hips, the way your sweat speckled skin looks glistens like diamonds. kami, he truly is a fool, but much like his brother, there's no place he'd rather be than in your arms.

on your pussy

jiraiya — the toad sage can't help but be mesmerized by everything about you. the way your hair drapes around your shoulders, the mastery of your genjutsu, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, the softness of your skin, the brightness of your smile. but fuck, if one of the most impressive things about you wasn't the way your pussy sucked him in. you're both sexual beings, he knows that. knows that you've had other lovers before him, but he couldn't tell— not from the way your pussy sucked him in like a tight-fist, like a virgin. it was near agony to pull out, to not cum in you like jiraiya so obviously enjoyed, but during times like this, when the cleanup was too messy, or you two had stolen the time for a quickie, when he forced himself to pull out as he came, splattering your skin with drops of cum that nearly sizzled your beautiful skin. you moaned, looking so beautiful covered in his spend that he couldn't help but seize your lips in a messy kiss, sighing in pleasure as he began to mentally draft the next volume of icha icha.

genma — he was a pervert. he knew it, you knew it. half of konoha knew it. he kissed you like a fiend, all tongue and teeth and exchanged spit, addicted to the way your body felt beneath his, all soft curves to his hard edges. your hand fisted in his loose hair, tilting his head down towards you, so you could kiss even more deeply, practically consuming each other. your legs were wrapped around his naked hips, his favorite belt, and he thrust into you with abandon, unable to resist the wet heat of your pussy, still fluttering around him after your orgasm. he was gonna cum soon, he knew from the reckless thrust of his hips and the fist of pleasure forming below his stomach and there wasn't enough time to properly make love to you since you were both supposed to report to the hokage in five minutes. genma pulled out begrudgingly, cum spilling across the lips of your pussy instead of inside you as he longed to do. he admired his handiwork, breathless and feeling lose from release of pleasure, and couldn't help but run his fingers through the spend, dragging it across your skin like he was painting. yeah maybe he was a pervert, but he loved it, and you loved it— and at the end of the day that was all he cared about. you

in your mouth

asuma — he's addicted to you, he thinks. utterly and completely addicted. he's never been dependent on anything in his life, not even his cigarettes, not the way he is to you. he wishes he could retire, could spend all day every day in your arms, in bed with you, cooking with you, eating with you, showing with you, sleeping with you. it's heaven, or the closest he's ever come, and the sole reason is you. he fucks you languidly, relishing in every part of you, the clench of your pussy, the bounce of your unbound breasts, the salty wetness of sweat on your skin he draws up with his tongue. asuma pulls out begrudgingly, desperate to chase the tightness, the heat of your insides, but the tiny thread of reason he clung to was telling him otherwise. instead he takes himself in hand, swinging a leg over your body to perch on your stomach, his cock brushing the plush suppleness of your lips. he cums across your perfect mouth, moaning too loudly when he sees the way your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and he could almost cum again just as the sight. asuma collapses beside you in the bed you share, pulling you into his strong arms and kissing you deeply. he wants to breed you, to get you full and pregnant and fill your house with little asumas, but for now this was enough.

kakashi — your eyes, he thinks. it's the way your eyes seem to pin him in place as you look up at him. he has more than enough experience with the look of fear on an enemies face when his eyes are upon them, and he thinks he must have much the same look on his as he meets your gaze. you've raised yourself up on the legs folded beneath you, one hand lazily stroking his bare thigh, your nails digging just firmly enough into his skin to cause a frisson of pain to rush up his spine, the other hand on his cock, doing things to him that he can only describe as sinful. your lips are swollen and reddened from the length of your lovemaking, your tongue dragging down his cock and paying special attention to his head. he gasps out a moan, the sound like it was dragged from the depths of his belly. his hips jerk forward as he comes, automatically seeking the warmth and comfort of your touch. he comes like a blast of raikiri, barely having the energy to do more than fall to his knees before you. he weakly opens his eyes, and nearly goes mute. his spend is on your tongue, your lips, the corner of your mouth, and the way you look drinking it down is utterly sinful.

inside of you

madara — there was no better place for madara than between your thighs, not the battlefield, not the winners circle. no, he'd give it all up just to stay pillowed between your legs. just as your happiness elevated his, your pleasure heightened his. when his hands push apart your thighs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down flush against you. it's as though the gods had made his body just for yours, the way your hips fit into the cradle of his, the way his thighs made the perfect hook for your legs, the mold of your lips against mouth. kami, it was a miracle. he hates to leave you, even more to pull out of you, not when you're so hot, so tight, so wet against him. to feel himself spend inside of you, awash with pleasure and contentment, is the most powerful feeling in the world.

hashirama — there was nothing in the world hashirama loved more in the world than the way you felt in his arms. the way your bodies moved in unison as he made love to you, when your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your body twitching in his arms as pleasure ran through you, the way your breath mingled as you kissed and kissed and kissed. your pleasure was as important to him as his own, as it was his highest order of duty to provide for you in every way. and the best part, the highest honor and highest pleasure, was to come with you. to feel you clench around his cock, tight as a fist and so utterly warm that hashirama was sure you could melt him more than you already had, and the feeling of your body sinking fully into pleasure, tight as a coil as you both achieved orgasm at the same time was the highest accomplishment of his life.

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Part 1 (standalone)

Just for funsies. Kakashi's text might be a bit inclined to fem!reader, but other than that it's g!n | Deidara, Genma, Hidan, Ino, Iruka, Itachi, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Kiba, Naruto, Orochimaru, Rock Lee, Sai, Sakura, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shino & Tobirama

A/n: Today has been a rollercoaster. 2nd time trying to post this. I also got my first Obito request and have been contemplating what I'll eat up now to learn more about him and write it. I'm really excited! I added Genma (finally) in honor of @genmashiranuilover69

This one I dedicate to my queen, the legend, the myth, @arabella0001! 🩷

Tag list: @ichxraaa | Tag list is OPEN for all AUs, please comment or DM me so I can add you to whatever you want to be tagged in <3

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Key: 🌺 NSFW 🌺 🌸 Suggestive 🌸 🌼 SFW 🌼 🌿 HeadCannons 🌿 🌙 One Shot 🌙 ✨ Story ✨

Kakashi

Say Yes to Heaven (Ongoing) 🌺✨

Provider (Houki’s Mom!Reader)(Completed) 🌺✨

Chokehold (Obito x Reader x Kakashi Hate/Jealousy sex)(Completed) 🌺✨

NSFW Prompt 5+13 (Fem Oral Receiving//Addicted to your body) 🌺 🌙

Overgrown (Hokage Kakashi) (Ongoing) 🌺✨

NSFW Prompt 5, 7, 15 (Fem Oral Receiving//Shut Up. Make Me.//Jealous Sex) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 20 (Virgin Kakashi) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 15 (Jealous Sex) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt: Age Gap/Arranged Marriage 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 3, 7, 10 (Brat taming) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 14+15 (Yandere//Jealous Sex) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 16 (Hate Sex) 🌺🌙

NSFW Headcanon Part I 🌺🌿

Husband Headcanons 🌺🌿

Prompt: Sukea Request 🌺🌙

Shikamaru

NSFW Prompt 4 (Pregnant Reader//“You’re being so good for me”) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 9 & 19 (Begging//"Use your words") 🌺🌙

Friends to Lovers (Somniphilia) 🌺🌙

Itachi

NSFW Prompt 17 + 18 (I don’t want you to be gentle, I want you to break me//Friends to Lovers) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 20 (Virgin Itachi) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 2, 10, 21 (Brat Taming) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 3+13 (Teasing/Orgasm Denial & Addicted to your body) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 20 (Virgin Reader) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 9, 13, 14, 20 (Virgin Reader & Itachi, Begging, Yandere, Addicted to your body) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 16 (Hate Sex) (Completed) 🌺✨

NSFW Headcanon Part I 🌺🌿

Sasuke

NSFW Prompt 24 🌺🌙

The Snake (Sub Sasuke) 🌺🌙

Genma

NSFW Prompt 1, 2, 3, 4 & 10 (Brat taming) 🌺🌙

This Could be Perfection (Submissive Genma) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 24 (Iruka x Reader x Genma) 🌺🌙

Yamato/Tenzo

NSFW Prompt 19 (Use your words) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 20 (Virgin Yamato) 🌺🌙

NSFW Prompt 12 (Rough Sex) 🌺🌙

NSFW Headcanon Part I 🌺🌿

NSFW Prompt 21 + 23 🌺🌙

Iruka

NSFW Headcanon Part I 🌺🌿

NSFW Prompt 24 (Iruka x Reader x Genma) 🌺🌙

Zabuza

NSFW Prompt 21 🌺🌙

Suigetsu

Jealous F!Reader 🌺🌙

Madara

Take Me Under (Hate Sex ft. Reader x Tobirama)(Completed) 🌺✨

Harbinger (Founders Era Love Triangle w/ Uchiha!Reader) 🌺🌸✨

Secrets (Take Me Under Part II) Tobirama x Reader x Madara 🌸🌙

Izuna

Harbinger (Founders Era Love Triangle w/ Uchiha!Reader) 🌺🌸✨

Rock Lee

NSFW Prompt 9 (Begging) 🌺🌙

Naruto

NSFW Prompt 9 (Begging) 🌺🌙

Tobirama

Take Me Under (Ft. Reader x Madara)(Completed) 🌺✨

Harbinger (Founders Era Love Triangle w/ Uchiha!Reader) 🌺🌸✨

Secrets (Take Me Under Part II) Tobirama x Reader x Madara 🌸🌙

Shisui

NSFW Prompt 15 (Jealous Sex) 🌺🌙

Sai

NSFW Prompt 15 Jealous Sex (Friends to Lovers) 🌺🌙

Obito/Tobi

Chokehold (Obito x Reader x Kakashi Hate/Jealousy sex)(Completed) 🌺✨

OBKK AU (Obito survives the war: Obito x Reader x Kakashi POLY) 🌺✨

Reds (Akatsuki!Reader//Slight Yandere!Reader// Sub!Tobi//Dom!Obito) 🌺🌙

Akatsuki

pairing: genma shiranui x fem! reader

tags: fluff, suggestive, mentions of combat, suggestive positions, swear words, unresolved sexual tension

synopsis: genma provokes you, you beat his shit up. oh but when you’re straddling him, threatening to break his arm – he’s exactly where he wants to be.

or in which raidō prevents others to step in to stop the fight. he knows his best friend.

wc: 0.6k – masterlist

“why does he always have to provoke her?” izumo sighed defeatedly, wincing when genma’s body hit the ground in a violent thud. “she’s so competitive.”

you had his friend pinned to the training ground, a wild fury in your eyes that only ever exploded whenever genma and his stupid little comments tipped you over the edge.

“y’think he doesn’t know that?” raidō smirked. “trust me, he’s exactly where he wants to be.”

and there he was – face half smudged in the dirt, abdomen pressed against the earth by the weight of you body straddling his lower back, his arm painfully twisted behind him, and a kunai to his neck. despite his predicament, he looked smug as ever.

“c’mon princess, you know i didn’t mean it.”

“don’t call me princess, asshole,” you snarled, tightening your grip on his twisted arm, earning a groan. “fucking choke on your toothpick.”

“that’s called a senbon– argh!”

“and that’s called a dislocated shoulder if you don’t shut the fuck up. now say it, fucking loser. do you wield?”

kotetsu’s face scrunched at the threat. he had no doubt you’d act on it – you really, really hated when someone questioned your abilities. you’d prove yourself enough during countless fights for it to never happen – except when genma decided he was in lack of your attention. which was awfully often for his health.

“should we intervene?” he throws weakly in the wind, and izumo nodded quickly.

“nah,” raidō dismissed their worries again. “he’ll kill you if you do. you’re looking at the happiest man in the village right now.”

somehow in the span of the conversation, the position had shifted. genma’s spine painfully dugged in the ground as your hips pinned him down, your hand tight against his collar, strangling him ever so slightly.

genma was smiling like a fool.

“so, princess,” you taunted, pulling his upper body by the collar. “any more comments you want to share on my skills?”

his senbon twisted as his lips stretched, a sparkle in his eyes. “why don’t we talk about it over dinner?”

genma swore your lips twitched, hiding a smile – but he had no time to relish for in a flash, you harshly pushed his torso against the ground, hands disappearing from his neck to give space to your knee pressing painfully against his chest.

now this switch meant your balance was not as stable as before, but he made no move to get out.

“shit, you look so good from this angle,” he huffed, ignoring the pressure on his thorax.

“yea?” you cocked your head to the side. “was that your plan since the beginning?”

genma loved you angry. but he loved it even more when your anger melted in this playful, slightly mean banter that set his body in fire.

wink. “always is. you know it.”

now, in his mind, you rolled your eyes, removed your knees, and pressed your lips against his in a fiery kiss. in the last decade of living with a terribly fat crush on you, most of his scenarios ended with you realizing he only riled you up because he was desperate for… well you, your touch, your attention, your words – and then with you kissing him.

did it ever end up like this? let’s just say he earned more often a visit to the doctor’s than a heartfelt confession.

he should’ve known.

“ooof-“ izumo let out as your knee plunged in his friend’s stomach, folding him in half with the blunt force of the hit.

with that, you jumped on your feet and walked away without a last glance.

raidō snorted at the scene. “ten bucks says he has a raging hard-on.”

noticing the way genma’s eyes followed religiously the sway of your hips as you stomped into town, izumo shook his head and kotetsu frowned.

“not sure i want to bet against that.”

“who knew genma sucked so bad at flirting when it comes to y/n.”

raidō’s face contorted in confusion. “bro… who didn’t know?”

@genmashiranuilover69 for you <3

genma was a little shit.

anyone could attest to that. most of all you could attest to that.

while there was no label on your specific situation, you were strictly gemma’s girl in the eyes of his fellow shinobi as seen from the way he buffs up anyone that so much as eyes you in a way he doesn’t deem let’s say appropriate.

and he made sure you always remembered that you were his even if that meant multiple, multiple noise complaints that almost got you evicted from your complex.

but outside of his possessive exterior, genma was annoying as hell. and today was no different.

a very important meeting in front of the third hokage and highly skilled jonin about the possible war rising wasn’t enough to get the man to be serious for once.

you could feel his eyes ogling you from his position at the left of the room. and in a room full of highly skilled and well versed ninja it was only a matter of time before you knew someone would pick up the tension rising between the two of you.

you shut your eyes and took a deep breath when you heard him huff a laugh in your direction. a scowl took on your face as your eyes quickly darted over to him, you made a face with you eyes screaming what? as he just shrugged and pointed back at lord third as if you were the distracting one.

you rolled your eyes for the millionth time as you tried to focus. but it was so hard when you could feel the heat of his stare go from your face and down your body as if you were under him, under him again.

you head snapped back over to him as you mouthed a quick stop it. the man in question tilted his head to the side, a smug grin from finally getting your attention as he gave you an incredulous look stop what? he mouthed quickly.

stop that. you scowled at him pointing at his face.

“is there something wrong?”

you froze and your head quickly snapped to see the third hokage and multiple jonin looking at you.

“no! of course not lord hokage…sir! i’m sorry please continue.” you murmured sheepishly as you clasped your hands behind you. the embarrassment was flooding in your head as he started talking again hoping no one would remember this moment before you heard a small snort from your left again.

of course.

that didn’t stop gemma from tormenting you. oh no! the man couldn’t get enough of embarrassing you it seemed.

disbursing from the hokage’s meeting you were approached by another jonin who you didn’t remember his name but you knew he was nice! as he slowly turned red, rubbing the back of his neck as he started conversing with you.

but this didn’t escape the eyes of genma and you knew that. you already seen where he went perched up against a wall with a long toothpick in his mouth as he watched the entire scheme unfold. he only got up to intervene when the man had the audacity to reach out to you and brush your arm.

it wasn’t long before you felt a warm presence pressed up against your back.

“ya know… i didn’t know that you liked messing with taken girls.” the man grinned as he threw an arm around your shoulder.

“unless you’re into that?”

and the way the poor man’s eyes grew wide switching between you and gemma made you want to crawl deep in the ground and die.

now hours later, having stewed and hunger finally biting at your stomach you reluctantly made your way to your apartment knowing what or more like who was going to be waiting for you there.

and of course, as you made it up the final stairs to your floor you see the bane of your existence smirking as you stomped over to your door.

“still mad?”

you didn’t respond and barely acknowledged the man as you shoved your key in the lock and opening your door. you attempted to slam it shut behind you but the buff man shouldered the weight with a huff. genma pushed you door open again with a push of his shoulder as he laughed watching you toe off your shoes and disappear into the kitchen.

“so what we eatin?” he asked as he followed suit and leaned on you doorway before observing you in your fridge.

you rolls your eyes and finally turned to look at him. “we aren’t eating anything. i am making food and you were just leaving.”

genma grinned as you turned around again, shooing him off with your hand as he slowly pushed off the doorway and made his way to you.

“aww don’t be that way, baby. and i’m real hungry y’know.” he murmured as his chest made contact with you back and he caged you in between his arms on the counter.

genma lowered his head into your neck, taking a light swift of your perfume before he pushed harder into you. “you gonna let me eat?”

and as expected you let the man drag you in again. you weren’t happy with him and he knew that. but that didn’t stop him from stripping you down and pulling you so you were balanced on his chest just below his face.

he gave you light kisses around plush thighs watching your pout deepened, your arms crossing tighter under your boobs and the very grating fact that you refused to move.

“come on now. i’m sorry, i got jealous okay? lemme make it up to you.” he said with a lasting kiss at your thigh before he pulled you further up where you hovered over his face. “promise.”

he lowered you down slowly, moving his hand to open your wet walls before he licked a long stripe with a hum. he fixed himself holding you thighs steady as he started to lick into your cunt with vigor, his nose now thumbing at your clit. you moaned out your hands scrunching on the navy blue top of his uniform trying to keep yourself upright even though the man was not going to let you go anywhere.

and the sounds… how wet you were, the same pants you were letting out and the obscene slurping coming from the man beneath you as if your pussy was the best meal he’s had and was actually filling him up.

you threw your head back a loud groan escaping you as he grazed his teeth on your clit while slowly pushing his index finger into your sopping cunt.

curling his finger until he felt a soft spongy spot that had you tightening around his head, his eyes flying to your fucked out face, tears starting to build at your lash line as you clung to him like an anchor.

he added a second finger scissoring you open while his tongue worked wonders in between his movements. and when his middle finger curled and pushed up into just the right spot you snapped your head down to him a gurgle leaving you as you came on his face.

genma was enjoying how ravished you looked just from him eating you out. yes he feasted on your pussy numerous of times but usually he was the one in between your legs not you on top of him.

he loved this angle, your heaving breasts the way he could see the littlest changes in your breathing and the way you looked down at him like he was your savior.

next thing you knew you were on your back still heaving, gemma’s wet face in your view as he licked around his mouth and moaned. he leaned down pushing this thumb into your mouth for you to open then he kissed into your mouth shoving his tongue desperately into your mouth and you could taste yourself on him.

he pulled away a string of spot connecting you as he grinned again. “taste good right?”

you didn’t get much time to respond after catching your breath, seeing him back up to pull of his shirt, then the feeling of his fat cock head swiping between your folds shut you up pretty quick.

“no one gets to touch what’s mine.”

he pushed into your with one hard thrust leaving you arching off the bed a broken moan escaping your lips as you reached out for something anything, for him to help you.

genma pulled out until just his tip remained and slammed back into you. your arms found purpose on his shoulders again, your nails digging in as his hissed his thrusts hard and fast as he watched your face.

“did it to make me mad, yeah?” he asked as he leaned down to your jaw sucking a new spot in plain view. “now i’m going to show everyone that you’re mine.” he said finality as he bottomed out in you again, sweat starting to drip down his face.

and before long you felt your second orgasm apporaching as you grapes at his back, his face still leaving bites and kisses on your neck, not that you even acted at this point. “gonna cum?”

you whimpered in response as your pussy clenched around him and you finally came again with a startling cry. he didn’t take too long following after as he pulled out and aimed up, cumming on your breast and belly.

he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaned back and grinned at you.

“you can’t lie. that was a sweet cum shot tho!”

“you just had to ruin it.”

❀ °。Day 1: Squirting

Genma makes you—poor, sweet, inexperienced Reader—squirt for the very first time.

🍃 cw: explicit sexual content, Fem!Reader, soft dom Genma, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink, creampie, slight dacryphilia, slight infantilization, you’re just friends though!

🍃 wc: 2.8k

🍃 soundtrack: vaya con dios (spotify)

Thank you to @genmaweek2026 for hosting this event (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Let's goon! Uh, I mean... Let's go!

You lay back on the soft, plush bed, heart racing as Genma knelt between your legs.

His playful smirk was long gone. Instead, he gazed up at you, eyes dark with desire. His big, calloused hands slid up your thighs, until they reached your lace panties. He traced the delicate edge with one finger, letting out a low appreciative sound. You shivered, goosebumps pebbling your skin. 

“Fuck, baby… these are cute,” he murmured, hooking a finger into the waistband. “But they’re in my way.”

He pulled them off slowly, his chestnut eyes only leaving yours once you were exposed to the cool air. Tossing your panties aside, he leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, using his thumbs to gently part you. The groan he let out made you whimper.

His tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. Genma, who’d been watching your face, chuckled against you before diving back in. “And you taste amazing,” he muttered, licking and sucking. “Shit, baby, I think I’m in love.”

“G–genma,” you chided breathlessly. Both of you knew you were nothing more than friends. Well… friends who were hooking up currently, but that was beside the point. 

He let out a small laugh, his skilled tongue circling your clit. You mewled softly, hips bucking gently against his face. With a smug little, “Ah-ah,” he pushed you back down to the bed by your thighs, holding you in place. “So sensitive,” he teased, his breath fanning against your core. “I love it.”

Blushing deeply, you turned your head to the side. “Don’t tease,” you whined, squirming as his tongue dipped into your entrance. “You know I’ve—ngh—never…” from the corner of your eye, you saw the way his head perked up at that, and you thought better of your words. “...Nevermind.”

He pulled back just enough to grin, eyes wide with delight. Your stomach sank at the familiar sight—usually, that look was followed by some smart-ass, shit-eating comment, at your expense. 

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he crooned, grinning. “I thought you and… damn, what was his name? Koji? Kujo?”

Fuck. You should have never opened your mouth. Humiliated, you mumbled, “Kaiji. And I–I’m not a virgin, okay? I’ve… I’ve had sex… y’know… before.”

For once, he didn’t immediately joke. Instead, his voice softened, almost tender.

“But not good sex, hm, baby?” When you gave a tiny, miserable shake of your head, he pressed a soft kiss directly to your clit, smiling at the needy sound you made. “And that shitty ex of yours never ate you out, did he?”

You shook your head again, embarrassed at how easily he read you.

Genma looked mesmerized, those pretty chestnut eyes damn near shining at the confession. His thumbs swept over your hip bones, rubbing tender little circles in your soft skin.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, staring into your eyes as he licked another slow stripe up your slit. You gazed back, hips stuttering against his hold as he sucked gently. Something that sounded almost like a sob tore from your chest. 

It had been months since anyone touched you, and even then it had never felt like this. Kaiji had never made you cum once in the entire year you were together. You’d stayed anyway, hoping things would magically get better.

It never did, of course. 

Things only ended between the two of you when you walked into his apartment to catch him in bed with someone else. How he’d managed that, you’d never know. Tears had sprung into your eyes—whether from the bitter memories, or your current frustration, or both, you didn’t know. Genma saw them, perceptive as always.

“Shhh,” he soothed, voice low and warm. His fingers trailed up and down your pussy, toying with the wetness. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

You nodded desperately, biting your lip. He dove back in, tongue fucking into your entrance while two fingers circled your clit. The dual sensation ripped a loud, shameless moan from your throat. You writhed under him, fists twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

“Genma, p-please…” you begged, voice breaking.

He chuckled against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs shake. “Please what, baby? Use your words.”

“I… I wanna cum so bad,” you whimpered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Please.”

“Good girl.” Two of his long fingers pushed inside you, curling up against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your back arched high off the bed, a broken curse falling from your lips. He smiled against your clit and sucked harder, fingers pumping steadily. You cried out, hips bucking against the single, large hand splayed over your pelvis, holding you in place. Desperate for purchase, your hands buried themselves deep into his long brunette strands, tugging hard. 

The groan Genma let out in response was positively sinful, low and deep and long. Goosebumps pebbled your flesh at the sound, pussy fluttering around his fingers. 

Emboldened, you pulled him closer, rolling your hips and grinding against his face—chin, lips, nose, all of it. You rode his tongue with shameless desperation, chasing that coiling heat in your belly. You weren’t even sure he could breathe, but he only moaned louder, one big hand kneading your hip like he was loving every second of it.

“Genma—Genma—f–fuck, I’m—”

Your orgasm crashed into you hard. Your whole body seized, thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave ripped through you. Genma never stopped. His tongue and fingers worked you through every shudder, drawing it out until you were limp and trembling, tears slipping down your temples.

Only when you were completely spent did he lift his head, lips shiny and breathing ragged. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice rough with arousal. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

Genma barely let you recover before he dove back in with a groan, tongue dragging through your dripping folds like he was addicted. He was feral—messy, greedy, moaning shamelessly into your pussy as he licked and sucked like a man possessed.

Every swipe of his tongue against your swollen clit made you jolt and sob. Fresh tears spilled down your temples, and your thighs shook around his head, but he didn’t let up.

“My good—fucking—girl,” he growled against your soaked flesh, voice thick. “Look at you. So fucking pretty when you cry for me.”

He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard while two thick fingers plunged deep inside you, curling instantly. You came again with a broken scream, back bowing sharply off the bed. The orgasm ripped through you even harder than the first, leaving you shaking and gasping, tears streaming freely now. But Genma didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, gentler for a few seconds… only to bury his face back in for a third round with a hungry moan.

“Genma—please—fuck, it’s too much—” you sobbed, voice hoarse, fingers weakly tugging at his hair.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you. He looked drunk, pussy juice smeared across his chin, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Kaiji ever make you squirt, baby?”

You shook your head frantically, still trying to catch your breath. “N–no… I don’t… I don’t think I can—”

Genma’s expression shifted into something downright predatory. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “Oh, you can,” he murmured, voice low and sweet in a way that made your stomach flip. “You’re gonna do it for me, baby. I’m not stopping until this pretty pussy squirts all over my tongue.”

You were still shaking, breathless and teary, when he mercilessly buried his face back in. His groans were deeper now, almost animalistic, as he devoured you. His free hand pressed down firmly on your lower belly, and you moaned at the pressure. 

Genma groaned in response, the sound vibrating straight through your clit as he made out with it—slow, filthy, open-mouthed kisses mixed with hungry sucks. His fingers pumped faster, curling relentlessly against that spot inside you. You were soaked. The sloppy squelch of his fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt filled the room, your juices coating his chin, his hand, and dripping down onto the sheets.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he praised between licks, “Such a messy girl.”

The pressure on your lower belly combined with his relentless fingers and mouth quickly became too much. That strange, building sensation grew heavier, like you had to pee. Your eyes widened and you jerked hard, trying to scramble up the bed.

“W-wait—Genma—!” you gasped.

Genma’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. He pushed down harder on your belly, pinning you in place while his fingers sped up. “Feel funny?” he cooed. “Yeah? That’s it, baby. Don’t fight it.”

You shook your head frantically, convinced you were about to lose your bladder. 

“Be a good fucking girl and squirt for me,” he growled, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked hard. 

The coil snapped.

You cried out as a huge gush of fluid sprayed out around his fingers, soaking his face, dripping down his chin, and drenching the sheets beneath you. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you kept squirting, wave after wave gushing all over him.

Genma ascended.

A deep, guttural moan tore from his chest as he drank you down like a man dying of thirst. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth, tongue lapping and swallowing greedily, desperate to catch every drop. His eyes rolled back slightly, completely lost in it, moaning and whimpering into your pulsing cunt.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he slurred against you, voice muffled and reverent.

He kept licking and sucking long after the last spasm faded, cleaning you up with long, hungry strokes like he couldn’t bear to waste a single drop. When he finally pulled back, his face was glistening, hair damp, eyes dark and blown wide with raw lust. He crawled up your body, pressing messy, wet kisses along your trembling thighs and stomach before hovering over you. His voice was low, wrecked, and full of filthy affection.

“Fucking perfect… squirting all over my face.” He kissed the tears from your cheeks, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh. “Think you’ve got another one in you, princess?”

You could barely speak.

Your body was limp, boneless, completely melted into the soaked sheets. Brain fuzzy, eyes glassy, tears still slipping down your temples. You’d never felt this good in your entire life. Every limb felt like warm mush. All you could do was whimper softly and nod, staring up at him with dazed, fucked-out eyes.

Genma’s expression softened as he drank in how utterly ruined you looked.

“Poor baby… look at you.” He climbed over your trembling body, knees planted on either side of your hips. His thick, heavy cock slapped down against your pussy with a wet smack. Little droplets splashed across your belly and thighs at the impact.

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes locked on the mess between your legs. He started sliding his cock up and down your sloppy folds, coating every inch of himself in your juices. His hand rubbed all over his length, spreading your wetness, jerking himself slowly as he teased your clit with the tip.

You were so wet that he could’ve slipped inside without any resistance at all.

“Genma…” you whimpered, voice small and broken. “Please… I feel so empty. Need you inside me. Please.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his whole body taut and trembling above you. The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and ready. “Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained. “You need my cock, baby? Need me to fill up that pretty little pussy?”

You nodded frantically, hips twitching up toward him. “Please… need it so bad. Please fuck me—please, please, please—”

Genma pushed forward.

A broken whine tore from his throat as he sank into you in one smooth, easy glide. You were so wet, so warm, so sloppy that he bottomed out effortlessly, hips flush against yours. He froze there, buried to the hilt, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted in pure bliss.

“F-fuuuuck…” he whined. His cock twitched hard inside you, throbbing against your walls. “Oh my god, baby… you feel so fucking good. So warm and wet—shit—I’m gonna lose my mind.”

He stayed completely still for a long moment, just savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him. His forehead dropped to yours, breathing ragged. “My perfect girl,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing a messy kiss to your lips. “Taking me so well… like you were made for my cock.”

You could only moan softly, completely boneless beneath him, hands weakly grabbing at his shoulders as your brain stayed deliciously empty.

He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in with a wrecked moan, setting a deep, desperate pace. He was losing his mind—brows furrowed, mouth open, sweat dripping down his temples as he railed you into the mattress.

“Fuck—fuck—baby,” he groaned, voice cracking. “You’re so fucking wet. Shit, you’re sucking me in…”

Even while losing control, one of his hands reached down between your bodies. His thumb found your swollen, abused clit and started rubbing messy circles. You wailed. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much, but your body kept taking him, greedy and fluttering around his thick cock.

The pressure built again, that same deep, terrifyingly good feeling.

“Genma—! Gonna… gonna…” you sobbed, tears streaming.

“Do it,” he growled. “Squirt all over my cock like a good girl. Come on, baby—make another mess for me.”

Your entire body seized as you squirted hard around his thrusting cock. Clear fluid gushed out in messy waves, soaking his pelvis, dripping down his balls, and splattering against your thighs with every deep stroke. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking you through it was obscene.

“Fuck yes!” Genma moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your pussy clamped down on him, pulsing and gushing. His hips stuttered, pace turning erratic and desperate. “Thaaaat’s it… that’s it, baby, keep going.”

He fucked you through every wave, thumb still rubbing your clit, drawing it out until you were a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him.

His hips jerked forward once, twice. His eyes widened. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

He started to pull out in a panic, but you were faster. You crossed your ankles behind his back and locked your legs around him, yanking him back inside you.

“N–no,” you begged, voice hoarse and fucked out. “Don’t pull out… cum in me, please… this is y–your pussy,” you whimpered, legs squeezing him even tighter. “It’s yours. Please fill me up… need to feel you leaking out of me…”

“Oh my gods—baby—” he gasped, a broken whine ripping from his throat as he stopped fighting it. Slamming in to the hilt, he buried himself as deep as possible. You could feel the way his cock pulsed inside of you, thick, hot ropes of his cum flooding your insides. 

He trembled as he pumped load after load into you, filling you up until you were leaking around his cock. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me… taking my cum like such a good girl. This pussy is mine, huh? All fucking mine.”

He kept grinding into you slowly, riding out the last waves of his orgasm while pressing sloppy, breathless kisses to your neck and jaw. His body was shaking, completely spent, but he stayed buried deep inside you, plugging his cum right where you wanted it.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your skin, voice soft and wrecked. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Eventually, he let out a satisfied groan and slowly pulled out, watching with obvious pride as his cum leaked from your puffy, abused pussy.

“Yeah… look at that,” he murmured, voice thick with smug satisfaction.

Climbing off of the bed, he disappeared for a moment, returning with a bottle of water and a wet rag. You were still floating, brain completely melted, body limp and trembling. All you could do was whimper softly as he helped you sit up a little, holding the water to your lips. “Drink, princess. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You sipped obediently, eyes glassy. When you’d had enough, Genma set the bottle aside and started gently wiping between your legs with the warm cloth, cleaning up the mess of your combined fluids with surprisingly careful hands.

He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, your stomach, then up to your chest and neck. “You did so good for me,” he praised between kisses, still sounding way too pleased with himself. “Came so many times, squirted all over me… Kaiji never made you do any of that shit, right? Pathetic. I ruined you for him in one night.”

You let out a tired, breathy laugh, still dazed. Your hand weakly pushed at his shoulder.

“…Why do you keep bringing him up?” you mumbled. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d think you were jealous, Genma.”

Day 3: Threesome