#shishiba

Gaku ★ Back view!

The obnoxious, striking sound begins to be a never-ending cycle, his hips snapping against your rear, cock head bruising your mushy g-spot. Your sounds muffled against the sheets, the patch of saliva turning the white material into a darker shade.

He's knocking the wind out of your lungs, deep calculated thrusts causing the barely stable bed to creak!

Oh, no.

You try to warn him, but as you lift your head to say something, his hard thrust sends you flying forward headfirst into the pillow again.

It’s not that he could hear you anyway, not over the nasty squelching of your cunny, not when he’s switching his fixated gaze from your bullied cunt to the phone in his hand, and surely not when he’s in this deep fixated trance.

"Nghhh! R-right there!"

There's barely any sense left in his head as your mushy walls stick to him like glue, engulfing his gushing cockhead in a tight headlock. Fuck, he feels like he might die if you keep choking him like this.

His hand traces down the curve of your ass, spreading your cheek for a better view. And as embarrassing as it is, he couldn't give one fuck about the absurdly loud moan he lets out.

Smack!

The loud sound of his skin adoring your ass in a crimson shade erupts, functioning as a silent instruction you understand almost instantly, arching your back in a way that your lower half almost levitates off the mattress.

Gakus audible hum rings in your ear, a harsh prod against your g-spot. "Goshhh Gaku, m' gonna-"

Breaking you off, he growls at the absurd clench of your walls around him.

"Fuck. Js' look at this fuckin' mess. Yer gonna cum, huh? Spray your juices all over my dick?" You're twisting your head to face him- you see his eyes obsessively fixating on your leaking cunt, essence coating you both in a thin glistering veil while swallowing up his hefty cock over and over, and-

In almost an instant, he lifts his right foot up, planting it firmly into the crinkling sheets before ramming his dick into you, bullying his way up to your cervix.

A black canvas coats your vision and a loud shriek punched out of your lungs signals your surprising orgasm, hitting like a slap to the face. It's intense - fierce, even.

And he? He was no better.

A deep, shuddering groan rumbled from his chest, his grip on your hips tightening as he fought to hold on, to savor the way your body clenched around him. His breaths were ragged, hot against your skin, his movements growing erratic—desperate, losing himself inside your comforting heat completely.

The way you're sucking him in and making his mind go feral should actually be illegal. Never has he ever lost control over himself like he did with you. He tries to desperately fight off every single thought flooding in, telling him to just hurl the phone into space so he can fuck you even harder. Deeper.

But, besides you, there's nothing he loves more than a challenge. He'll make it work. And even better, he'll get you on camera, getting your back completely blown-out in every sense of the word.

Your arms betray you as you fall onto your chest, arms nothing more than jelly. The raw force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, your head almost hitting the headboard, and you reach your arm back in an attempt to slow him down, to no avail.

His arm swings around your waist before your trembling legs threaten to give out on you. A firm grip, giving you no room to escape, only to take it.

“T-too much!” you gasped, but your voice was shaky, contradicting the way your fingers dug into his arms, as if you couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“Too much?” he mused in a teasing tone. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, the camera now recording his hand around your neck, presenting your tear-stained face on full display.

He presses his lips against your ears, teasing in a low whisper. “You can take it. Just one more for me, yeah?” His hand quickly retreats to your hips as he lifts himself up again, movement never stopping.

You barely register your second release crashing onto you, your cries muffled into the flattened, sweat-stained pillow. The camera captures your arched, glistering back, the deafening plap! plap! plap! Sounds of him slamming against you are prominent on the recording.

"Better see your juices allll over the camera."

You can't breathe, can't think. Everything is just too much and perfect at the same time, the overstimulating sensation making you go crazy - a senseless mess.

In a desperate attempt to slow him down, you reach your hand back against his hips, trying to slow him down only to be slapped away by him with a harsh smack followed by a disgruntled scoff.

"Move that fuckin' hand." His voice laced in venom as his balls tightened, so close to shooting ropes after ropes into your vast hole.

"Look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. His free hand slid up your spine, fingers pressing into the arch of your back, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. "Nasty fuckin' pussy's taking me so well."

Your body trembled in his grasp, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Your limbs felt boneless, melting into the sheets as he drove himself deeper, chasing his own release.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lost himself in the heat of you. His movements grew frantic, every thrust more desperate than the last, as if he were trying to memorize the way you felt around him, the way your body responded to his.

With a final, shuddering thrust, his body tensed against yours, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he gave in completely. His grip softened, his weight pressing into you in the most delicious way, grounding you both in the hazy afterglow.

His breath came in ragged pants, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he spilled fat globes of cum into you, every pulse of release dragging him deeper into euphoria.

He let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. "Hope you know," he murmured, his voice still husky. "I’m never deleting that."

Shin Asakura ★ Amateur!?

This might've been the best idea he's ever heard anyone think of- literally.

All it took for him was a quick look into your thoughts during your heated make-out after his long, exhausting day at the shop, and fuck, why didn't you just tell him?

You’re embarrassed he'd refuse? In what world could it be possible for him to refuse this - you?

He couldn’t be more grateful for his mind-reading abilities than now, when his room shifts into something straight out of a porn scene, quite literally.

Because this, you on top of him with your legs locking him in place, his light-colored hair sprawled out onto the soft cushion, is all he needed after a draining day.

The camera moves in the rhythm of your hips, carefully focusing onto his face down to his glistering abs, not failing to capture his rapid breathing, your escaping mewls and the lewd clap!, A sound that echoes each time your hips heave down against his.

"Why, fuckkk, didn't you just tell me?", His breathless voice snaps you out of your drunken daze. Your hand grasps back to his clenching thigh for stability, struggling to hold back the moans scratching your throat.

"Thought y-you wouldn't wan' to." He scoffs, hands planted to your hips, the former assassin's beastly strength overpowering you, snapping his hips up into your heat whilst his strong hands hold you in place.

"Me? Not wanting this? Girl puh-lease."

By just one look at the video, even an idiot can make out the unprofessional setting, muffled noises and wonky hold, but everyone starts off somewhere, right?

"S-stop rambling so much.“

With your eyes carefully examining the phone, making sure you get each lip-bite, each eye roll and each desperate whimper from your lover, your hips grind against his frantically.

Luscious. That's how you'd describe him right now.

"H-heh. I look luscious? 'M flattered." Unsteady breath betraying him, the bashful smile he flashes you makes your heart rapidly beat in your chest.

"I can hear ya, ya know?", he teases further, licking his dried lips in a swift motion before caging them in between his teeth.

Normally, you would've scolded him for infiltrating your thoughts just like that, but how could you be mad at your sweet boyfriend when he's letting you fulfill your long desired fantasies? Exactly. You couldn’t.

A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you speed up the gyrations of your hips, your free hand holding onto his chest for stability.

A strangled groan left his lips, hands instinctively flying to your hips as his eyes shot open. Fingers dig into your hips, harsh, and he can not only hear—no,  he can feel you coming close to your release, your talkative hole gushing and squeezing around him.

This must be heaven.

Here, he can die a happy man.

"Ya still with me?" You pull yourself back slightly, the camera following the teasing trail your fingers leave behind on his chest.

He lives for moments like these—your soft giggle, the teasing tone in your voice, your mesmerizing hips - everything.

Eyes glazed over with lust, he takes in your figure towering over him, dick twitching inside of you once he notices the sensual smirk.

God, he's gonna lose his sanity.

A shiver ran down your spine as his strong arm held you close, pressing you against the warmth of his body. His grip was firm yet possessive, his touch leaving a trail of heat along your skin.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear. “So perfect.”

Your breath hitched as he adjusted his hold, angling the lens just right, ensuring that every delicate shift of your body was recorded in exquisite detail. The way your fingers curled against his chest, the subtle tremor in your thighs—it was all for him, and he was utterly mesmerized.

His free hand skimmed up your back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that sent sparks of warmth radiating beneath your skin. His movements were unrelenting yet controlled, each one drawing you deeper into the haze of pleasure, every brush of his touch making you feel adored, cherished.

His lips grazed the shell of your ear, his voice a mix of awe and restraint. "I want you to watch it later, see how good you look like this."

A soft whimper escaped you at his words, the promise in his tone sending a delicious shudder through your body. The thought of seeing yourself through his eyes, of witnessing the raw devotion in the way he held you, made your pulse quicken.

His pace never faltered, his movements fluid, precise. Every touch, every whispered praise, sent you spiraling further into the moment, lost in the intensity of his presence. The warmth of his breath against your skin, the way he held you as if you were something precious—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

A breathless giggle rings in your ear before you feel one strong arm wrapping around your waist, snatching the device from your hand.

"My turn now, mkay?" You just nod mindlessly, your limp body falling on top of his. His pace is quick and brutal, pistoning his dick in and out of you faster than you can even register.

His arm extends over your back further down to the valley of your ass, where the camera perfectly captures the slick motion of his cock sliding in and out of your swollen hole.

Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike, your whole body tensing up as pleasure consumes you whole, teeth digging into his shoulder at the overwhelming euphoria devouring you whole, body rocking with friction against his firm abs as his harsh hips smash up against you.

"Just like that, princess. Lay back and just look pretty for the camera."

You shivered at his words, the deep timbre of his voice sending a wave of heat down your spine. His grip was firm yet careful as he adjusted the camera’s angle, ensuring that every detail—the flush of your skin, the slow rise and fall of your chest—was captured just the way he wanted.

“Thereee we go,” he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your thigh, a contrast to the intensity in his gaze. “Absolutely perfect.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to admire you. His eyes roamed over your form with unfiltered adoration, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

"Stay with me, baby," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his voice laced with adoration. "I want to remember this. Every. single. second."

And with the soft glow of the camera capturing it all, you knew you would.

Shishiba ★ Wet 'n wild!

"Hold the damn camera straight."

His baritone voice rings in your ear, your shaky hand struggling to hold the camera in place. If only you could.

It's a shame, really. The unsteady lens only captures a fraction of Shishibas handsome face, his hair pushed back by your very own hand tangled in his golden strands, revealing his handsome features.

But you can't help it- not when his vicious mouth shares a french kiss with your pussy, not missing your clit as he circles his tongue around it, sucking the pulsating button hard, sharp eyes looking directly into the camera, his sly smirk barely noticeable against your heat.

"Poor girl. Can't do anything by herself." His snarky remark flies over your head as all you can focus on is his wet muscle digging into your cavity, exploring each triggering spot imaginable.

"In the end," an unoccupied hand comes up to grip your wrist, steadying your wobbly hand, a clear image of his face now visible. "I always have to help out, hm?" Mouth back on your cunt with predatory eyes now fixated on your face, he's making sure to catch every expression of yours.

Not one subtle twitch goes unnoticed by him while keeping up his assault on your cunt, fingers trailing down down down from your thigh to your hole, teasing pads drawing circles around it.

He grins against your heat as you eagerly clench down onto his barely inserted pointer and middle finger, his hungry mouth not wavering from your pulsating clit.

"Y-you're sooo mean, shi'."

"Me? Mean?", the soft coo in his voice is a jarring contrast to his assault on your poor cunt, his slender fingers massaging your soaked cunt in a teasing manner. "But I'm making you feel good, no?"

Biting back a snarky remark, you urge his face closer to your pussy, hips wiggling in his hold. "Urgh! Just-"

You cut yourself off with a stunned yelp, his hot tongue lapping at your puffy clit, and you swear you can feel him spelling some letters onto your cunt, the grip on your hips tightening.

"Please, shi." the pleasure overwhelms you as you hitch your breath, a tingling sensation electrifying your body. You buck your hips, forcing his mouth impossibly further into your core, fingers scraping the depth of your hole.

Even with him down in between your legs, you feel so utterly helpless, failing to lift your head to fully gaze upon him, repeatedly falling back into the sheets.

God, the video must be terribly filmed. You'll never hear the end of it.

Your sounds are drowned out by your thighs locking him firmly into place, legs thrown over his shoulder with your heels digging into his back.

Shishiba's luxuriated in your sweetness, hum in content with each spurt of essence you deliver right into his eager mouth. He doesn't hesitate to gulp down each and every bit of you, not leaving one place untouched with his greedy tongue.

Lost in the sauce, they say. Yes, he gets it now.

His eyes close in content, and he barely even notices how he grinds his angry throbbing cock against the sheets in a frenzy, the fat of your thigh gushing from between the gaps of his fingers from his strong hold.

Repeated sobs snap him back into reality. He almost moans at the sight of your tear-stained face, nose cutely scrunching up after your frustrated snivel, scrunched eyebrows firmly accommodating the frown on your face.

It's too much—his tongue french-kissing your cunt, his fingers curling up into your g-spot, and his intense stare keeping you captured. Your tummy sucks in, a fire licking up your spin and pooling heat low into your belly, a pressure coiling so tight that it feels like you might break.

Ah. Now he's hit the nail.

"I- hahhh! Please- I can't, Shi! "

You don't even know what you're begging for at this point once the tight coil in your stomach snaps, muscles tensing almost painfully as the back of your head digs into the bed, toes curling as you're drowning in the euphoric high with one last desperate cry of his name.

So cute.

Thumb rubbing tight circles on your thigh in a soothing manner, helping you calm down from your high. He can feel your hand trying to push him away from your heat as your other hand grasps for his wrist, still shamelessly smacking against your pussy, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you.

Wait, something is off.

Lazy eyes examine your sprawled-out figure, noticing the phone lying flat on your stomach, capturing the plain ceiling, and he wonders if you even managed to film anything but your obscene sounds bouncing off the rooms walls.

Raising yourself up on your elbows, you give him an apologetic grin, heavy breathing in sync to his.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, he briefly closes his eyes as he rests his cheek against your thigh before licking his glistering lips in a lustful manner at your twitching clit protesting at the loss of stimulation.

"Well, can't be helped. Gotta do it all over again, doll."

Yoichi Nagumo ★ Press my buttons, baby!

"Nuh uhhh. Eyes up here, sweetie."

Followed by a light titter, he lifts your head up by the chin, urging your attention towards the mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, not failing to catch the smug grin plastered on his face, the digital device just barely hiding his mahogany eyes.

This deeply engraved desire inside always got the better of him. Nagumo favors filming you both in the act, especially hoping for the footage to keep him sane during one of his many abroad jobs.

So this has become somewhat normal the night before he's off to a job the next morning, a lucky charm of sorts. Every time he lies on the foreign hotel bed, frustrated and exhausted, the only thing that can lighten his mood is you.

A Strong tattooed arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up, up, up, your cunt desperately clasping around the crown of his cock, before slamming you back down. His girthy length stuffs your needy hole up each time your ass meets his pelvis - the loud gasp you let out surely prominent on the device recording the lewd scene.

"Eyes on the price, baby."

And you sure do.

Your eyes scan over what little you could make out through the dimly lit mirror, soaking in the black ink casing his skin. His fleshy biceps rubs against your skin with every slight movement, and his raven hair is disheveled.

His tall figure is towering over yours even while sitting down with your spread-out legs, exposing your stuffed pussy on display. His free hand twists your nipple as his mouth attacks your neck, planting deep red marks over it to his heart's content.

"Mhm, such a gorgeous girl."

He's eager to get a reaction out of you, trying to spice up the recording with a variety of gasps, thunderstruck expressions and cries of his name.

"And such a pretty fuckin' pussy."

Awestruck, your hand flies down towards his arms as he tries to sneak his pointer towards your puffy clit, his breath hot against your neck at one particular squeeze of your pussy.

His mind is running a thousand miles per hour with each slippery sound your sloppy hole generates, and each time he catches a glimpse of your fucked out face, his hips stutter.

Your cunt is gushing out those sweet, slick, glistening juices shimmering in the scope of the camera, and he swears he can hear your sweet essence flooding out, coating almost the entirety of his lower half.

God, he's gonna lose it.

How couldn't he? How can he possibly keep his cocky facade when you're caging his poor sensitive cock head in the depths of your tunnel? Exactly, there's no way.

"C'monnn, I know you can do it. Wanna watch this later and see my girl goin' all out."

Teasing fingers sneak towards your breast, twisting your neglected nipple to get a rise out of you, snickering at your desperate gasps.

There's no way for you to even try to bite back on his remarks when he's fucking you so good, not leaving one single spot on and in your body untouched, the only thing holding him back is his right hand holding the phone.

"Ya can do that for me, right?" The camera is wobbly in his hold as he grows impatient, clenched thighs snapping against your ass in vigor. Even with you on top of him, you are like putty in his hands, suffering from his powerful thrusts up against you, forcing his squirting head up to kiss your cervix.

Close. You're so damn close.

The crack in his voice goes unnoticed by you as you're eyes scrunch shut, fist clenching on his wrist at the overwhelming feeling of his prominent veins rubbing up against your walls. "M-mhmm!"

He's quick, gifting the side your fleshy thigh with a sharp strike of his hand. "Good fuckin' girl." The grip on the device becomes stiff, his balls clenching tightly, begging to pump you full of his seed.

Hiding his face in the crook of your neck he plasters it with open-mouthed kisses, his unsteady breathing causing goosebumps on your skin.

"Uh huhhh, just- hahhh, just a little longer, pretty." His bulky cock slides against your walls, the friction so good that it's almost unbearable.

The tight pressure building up inside your heat grows intense, causing your breath to quicken and your body to tremble, surely causing the camera in his hand to shake as you desperatly claw at his arms for stability.

"Gumoooo!" Your rough whimper rings his ears, fierce eyes snapping up to meet your face. "Shhhh I know, I know. Give it to me. Let me see."

His rushed voice echoes in excitement, eyes brightening as his gaze flickers between your face and the camera, making sure to capture you falling apart on top of him.

Your body jerks, back arching off his chest once he hits the bullseye inside of you. There go stars bursting behind your eyelids as the all-consuming pleasure crashes over you. Every syllable, every sound was pulled from your ragged, desperate bursts.

Trying to escape from the immense pleasure, your thighs clasp together only to be forced apart by his strong hand with an annoyed scoff. "Don't you dare. I gotta see you. All of you."

The hold he has on the phone is surprisingly steady—scarily, even. As if it were propped up somewhere, completely stone-solid, capturing every detail visible. From the saliva dripping down your chin all the way down to your stuffed pussy with his cum oozing out of-

Wait, when did he?-

"F-fuuuuuck!"

Exposed tattooed neck on full display as he throws his head back, his voice raising an octave higher, and if he wouldn't be having an intense orgasm right now, he might've been embarrassed at the ridiculous change in his tone. But not now.

Not when your pussy is struggling to hold onto his pulsating cock, strings of his cum dripping out of your hole, not when your shaking thighs lock around his calves in a desperate attempt to steady your slumping body, and especially not when your arm forces his head down to your level to tangle him in a nastiest, sloppiest kiss imaginable.

"Would you look at that mess", he's out of breath, gasping almost with his chest heaving, calming himself from his reached high, tightly holding your slumping body against his.

The camera is tossed behind you onto the soft sheets, his eyes taking in the sight before him in the mirror. With his absent mind, he spreads your puffy lips apart, your saturated heat packed full of his inches.

A breathless chuckle rushes against your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder and your eyes locking in the mirror; he's whispering in a low tone.

"Perfect."

Shin Asakura

He can hardly believe this is happening. When you stopped him from ripping open another condom, he freezes. It takes him a long while before he even processes your words.

He'll quickly 'recover' and try to keep calm. To ensure and maximise your comfort, he'll definitely push to be top. But, if you can convince him, who is he to say no to your whims. Eventually, you just settle on you riding him. You get to control your pace and he gets to assist with his hands on your waist.

Either way, he's so careful for the first time. It borders on teasing. He genuinely wants to make sure you're ready to take him.

What he doesn't realise is that his lengthy foreplay also seems to draw his patience razor-thin. His cock is just straining and throbbing and he can barely take it anymore. So when he finally slips in— after what feels like hours— he bursts.

I kid you not, getting it in is what does him over. And he is mortified, to say the least. The colour drains from his face and he's going still. He'll just pull back, still in shock. You just kinda stare at each other while he's softening inside you. He'll bury his face in your chest and start kidding and muttering all sorts of apologies. Poor thing, his fingers are even shaking where they cradle your waist.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't think— Fuck... I'll make it up to you, just please give me a sec."

In his refraction period, he's trailing his hands over your body. He doesn't mind if you do the same. In fact, he's glad when you do— it gets him hard. Which is exactly what he needs right now. He obviously got you off when he at least partly recovered.

Do not bring it up to him again. Or do, you'll be rewarded with a very flustered expression.

Afterward, he's working hard. This will never happen again. (It might, but let him dream.)

Yoichi Nagumo

Oh, he's elated.

You'd be smack bang in the middle of it, when you both realise that the box in the drawer is completely empty. Freaks. He'll jokingly ask if you're willing to let him in raw and when you positively respond? Oh, hell yeah!

He's definitely teasing you, worse than usual— poking and prodding wherever he sees fit, lathering your juices and his saliva everywhere, grinding on you just to get a reaction out of you. He ramps up the pleasure to just above what you can handle before dropping to a near stop. The snickering that follows after every whine of yours is agitating. And then, he narrates everything.

The tight hug of your walls on his dick, the embarrassingly squelch with every thrust, all the way down to the feel of you; nothing is left unsaid. He refuses to shut up. Even if you clamp a hand over his mouth, he'll either lick, bite, pin your hands over your head and out his way or just get obnoxiously louder. What he does really is a dice roll. Despite being rightfully embarrassed by his narration, you're still turned on by it. Somehow.

"Ngh... look at that. Pretty pussy's just starving for me, isn't she? Just gobbling my cock right up— Hah! Just lay there and keep taking it."

He's messy with it. Keeping you slick for him, dumping load after load into you, biting and licking and your skin wherever possible. And don't get me started on his moans. Ringing right in your ears— shameless and obscene.

Don't be fooled by his cheeky grin, limitless stamina and sparky remarks. He's just as affected by this as you. You're even softer and warmed than he'd initially imagined. His brain is practically turning to mush— he's just not willing to show it. If you look closely at his ears or deeply into the pitch black of his iris, his real feelings are soon revealed. You'll notice a red tint on the tips and the dilation of his pupils. Clear giveaways.

Natsuki Seba

Oh.

Oh, he's genuinely freaking out! You're willing to take that step? With him? Sure, he supposes. He sincerely doubts that it'll change much about the experience, but he's happy that you trust him enough to take him without protection.

Since he doesn't see anything particularly special about this, he doesn't change much in the routine. Foreplay is the same. His hands follow the same trails, blazing a path for his lips. He'll still grind up against you, just as he always does. Sure, the both of you notice the slight stutter in his hips when he finally gets to feel just how wet you are. But he chalks it up to it being a new experience for him. With this in mind, he's slipping in without a second thought.

And oh, he never expected it to feel this good. For a moment, his brain short-circuits. Complete sensory overload. Give him a minute. Sure, he'd already felt you up with his fingers. But nothing could've prepared him for the real deal. You're just too wet— much wetter than he thought he could handle.

"Ah... Shit— sorry, sorry. Didn't think you'd feel so wet, baby. Gimme a second."

Once he has his brain, that's when he gets to work. It starts off the same as usual— measured thrusts that seem the slightest bit more heavy than usual. That's not solely blamed on the lack of protection, but Natsuki himself too. His mind and body feel heavier than usual and his movements reflect that.

Either way, he tries not to let it get in the way too much. You love and trust him— he's not going to make you regret that. But don't be too surprised when this becomes a routine.

Gaku

Mr "nonchalant..."

He'll give a low hum and shrug off his clothes with a black expression. Though, you'll notice a small glimmer in his eye. Almost as if he was waiting for you to just ask. And low-key?

He was! The whole thing of wrapping himself up has been lowkey peeving him for a little while now. He has been waiting for the millisecond you finally wanted as much of him as he does you. Though, he does get your caution, when it comes to sex.

But who cares about all that when he finally has everything he has ever wanted in this very moment. And he is definitely taking advantage of this opportunity.

Foreplay is the same. Mostly. You can tell that he's doing what he is very impatiently preparing you. If he had it his way, he'd skip all this and get to the good part. But he needs you ready and open, so he'll hold back. For now.

Somehow, he's even greedier — rougher than what he usually is. His usual sucks and bites burn deeper into your skin. His hands, course as they are, dig into your skin. Clothes are torn and haphazardly discarded.

Sure, he's not just stuffing himself into you, but he's not kind in his motions either. You're being bent into as many positions as can be managed, taking every brutal thrust and every heavy load that follows after.

"Nuh-uh! You don't get to run from me, bunny. You got to have your fun, so let me have some too."

There doesn't seem to be an end. He's nice enough to satisfy you first— get you nice and soaked on his fingers and cock until you're trembling. Then, it's his turn. And he is going to make sure to gets his fill.

Aftercare is good enough. You'll be practically passed out by then, so he's the one doing most of the work. But like, what's new? There'll be light massages and water before he cuddles up to you and makes you cockwarm him to sleep.

Shishiba

He'll act like this isn't a big deal, but he's genuinely freaking out. You already bring him close to unravelling at a mere graze of the skin against his. The condoms have been saving his dignity. He still barely managed to hold off and walk away like the cool, collected man he wants you to believe he is.

The heck is he supposed to do now????

It's not like he'll deny you. How could he? You're his angel. And whatever his angel wants, his angel shall receive. So he goes slow. Almost painfully so.

Yes, he wants you to be comfortable and ready. But he's also stalling for time. The longer he drags you on, the more time he has to psych himself up and not make a fool of himself.

When he finally does slip in, it's done with a kiss and intense eye contact. His hands cradle your face and waist. He's careful when he does it. Again, an act to distract himself.

He starts off slow and controlled— measured thrusts, passionate kisses, softly whispered sweet nothings in your ear. It's pleasurable, yes, but simply not enough. He's there, but not exactly hitting as precisely as he should be. So when you tug at his golden locks and plead with him to pick up the pace, he can only groan in response.

"Please, angel, don't make this harder than what it needs to be. I'm already struggling as is."

He'll still do as you ask, don't worry. He'd fulfill any wish. Including his cum inside you. Since this moment is warm and tender moment needs an equally as comforting ending.

a/n: Getting back on the grind of sifting through my requests. Yes, they've been closed for a long time and yes, I've been slowly widdling away at them during that time.

That being said, back on the actual drabble. It has been SO long since I've written anything remotely smutty, so I apologise if this wasn't as good as usual. Also added Shishiba because I missed writing for him.🤧

Finished this while playing the new Sumeru quest. Genuinely some of Genshin's best works. (That's not saying much, but whatever 🤷🏽‍♀️)

"Hey, that's unfair!" you called out and held your nose protectively before questioning curiously, "what are you doing here?"

"Me? I'm on work since the company send me to pick up some documents."

That's right. He cannot tell you yet about his professionalism and decided to tell you he is a simple and humble office worker for a big company, that also pays well.

So you wouldn't question his income of course.

His expression turned into a cherry one — quick to change the topic, "what about you?"

"I was on my way to meet a friend." you explained, gaze wandering past him to glance at the car, which was fairly big for multiple people to fit into. "That's an unusually large car."

"That's right, i'm with my colleagues." he gave you the everlasting close-eyed smile. "They're about to come out any time."

"Ouu! Are you good friends?" you questioned as he now stood beside you, one hand behind your back.

And the other? Tightly holding onto the rope that was wrapped around the throat of another assassin — someone who was sneaking up from behind and was about to attack you.

"Well, you could say so! How about we go in instead." he offered and let the unconscious man drop quietly.

"But don't you have to pick something up?" you asked in worry, head about to turn into his direction yet he let his arm drop over your shoulder, covering the sight behind you.

"Don't worry! They will appear in a while and now I kinda doubt my colleagues will appear." he made his way to the car and opened the door.

"Is it really okay?" your face was replaced with concern.

"Y'know, I really love how you are worried about everything. It's such a sweet trait of yours." he urged you into the car and slammed the door shut.

"Nagumo, what are you—" Shishiba immediately deadpanned at the sight of you and your boyfriend.

"It's nice to meet you..!" you bowed to the man and woman, who sat at the front.

"May I introduce my girlfriend? This is [lastname] [name]!"

Once your eyes glazed over the people, they landed on one specific person, who made your eyes widen in shock — whole expression converting into a surprised one as you breathed out.

"Yoichi, why didn't tell me sooner!?" you looked at Nagumo, who blinked in curiosity.

"What's wrong?" he sweat dropped slightly, assuming his covers are blown.

"That you work with my grandpa!" you huffed out and tugged his sleeve.

"What?" Nagumo wasn't the only one that let out a simple »what« at your words. "W-What did you say?"

"You work with my grandpa!" you narrowed your brows and immediately made your merry way to the back to sit next to him, "grandpa, how are you? I didn't know you work with Yoichi."

But instead of receiving a proper reply, the man simply faced you slowly and muttered something under his breath — barely audible to catch.

"Don't tell me you forget..." you trailed off and frowned slightly, "I talk about him all the time..!"

"Did you know?" Shishiba whispered to the stunned Nagumo.

"No... I'm actually surprised myself." the black-haired guy blinked a few times, smile not faltering one bit yet you could see the sweat drop running down his cheek.

"Come here, Yoichi! I will introduce you to my grandpa properly now." you beamed in delight and signaled him to come closer.

"I am in for a lot today, huh?" Nagumo let out a chuckle.

You must be the most safest woman on earth.

ASAKURA SHIN.

　QUIETLY humming under your breath, you made your way to the to go convenience store — Sakamoto's. Where also your boyfriend works for quite a while.

The moment you set a foot into the store, the conversations toned down and it was eerily silent. It was dead silent. All eyes set on you. Before they raised their hand to wave at you.

"Ah! Welcome, [name]." Lu greeted you with a cherry smile, standing behind the counter.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you didn't hesitate to ask, wondering why their conversations ended so abruptly.

"[name], how come you're here?" Shin gaped a little and walked over to you.

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to buy some things and visit my boyfriend..?" you trailed off with a deadpan.

"No, I didn't mean it like that!" he wasted no time to deny in slight panic.

Ah, your attention suddenly fixated on the bandages and bandaids all over his face as your eyes narrowed sharply, "what happened? Did you fight again?"

Of course you would ask after noticing how hurt he is — considering you know about your boyfriend's past and current affiliations with the underground, you can't help but worry.

"I uh..." he trailed off and froze on spot, lips sealed tightly.

"Lu." you called out, making the poor girl flinch, "pray to tell me?"

She slowly turned her heel to you two and nervously glanced at your unnerving smile, also noticing the tight pinch you had on his red cheek. "Hieek..!" she cried out, "Shin, Apart and the boss went somewhere and fought!"

"LUF!"

"Thank you for telling me." your eye twitched as you looked at your boyfriend again, "how come Lu, a dear friend of mine, trusts me more than you, my own boyfriend?"

"I-I can explain!" he immediately said and grasped your wrist to stop the pain.

"Then I hope you can deliver a good explanation to explain yourself." you folded your arms and scrutinised him.

"We fought against someone named Uzuki and Gaku... They were crazily strong and that Uzuki guy was about to overpower Sakamoto-san." he rubbed his neck and explained it briefly, "before an old man joined the fight. He was terrifying strong. After Sakamoto-san, his name is Takamura from the order. But not a lot is known about him—"

"Excuse me?" you blinked rapidly as you interrupted him, face immediately dropped. "What... did you say about the old man?"

"Uh..." Shin sweat dropped and scanned your body, "you good, [name]..?"

"Yes." you responded, "I'm good. I was just curious about that man. What was his name?"

"His name is apparently Takamura... After Sakamoto-san." he repeated.

"What... are special features about him?"

"E-Eh... He fought with a katana and was insanely strong— definitely more powerful than that Uzuki guy and Sakamoto-san himself. For his age, it's impressive... He seemed pretty old."

"Oh." you let out a breathless chuckle and tried something to hold onto.

Shin noticed and extended his own hand, waiting for you to place yours into his as the concern was written all over his expression. "Is there something wrong?" he questioned.

"Shin..." you cried out, "I'm sorry!"

"W-What are you sorry for!? I'm not mad at you or anything! Shouldn't you be mad at me? Is everything fine?" he stuttered and took both of your hands to reassure you.

"That Takamura you're talking about... is my grandpa." you confessed.

"WHAT?" he exclaimed loudly and froze on spot, eyes darting around and looking at anything and everything but you. "W-What did you say!?"

"I swear my mother forced him to retire..!" you said hastily and grasped your phone, "s-should I make a call? I will give him an earful..!"

"No, it's fine! Isn't he the elder!? How are you suppose to scold him anyways!?"

"I don't know, Shin! You tell me..! But did he hurt you or anything? Tell me!"

"N-No, don't worry! I'm fine! He didn't try to kill us at all!"

Oh god, he was panicking with you.

UZUKI KEI.

　"GRAMPS, don't walk so fast! You are going to tire yourself out."

You wrapped your arm around the one of your grandfather's as you held onto him to slow down the pace in the middle of the streets, trying to glue your feet to the ground.

But mind you — even though your grandfather wasn't the youngest anymore, he was clearly stronger than you will ever be even with his current age. And you know it too good.

"What did you say?" you questioned and listened to his mumbles, all your struggles forgotten for once, "where we're heading? To the dessert shop I wanted to visit!"

Silence settled down again, your lips curling into a beaming smile before you continued your shared walk with your beloved grandfather. "It's right around the corner." you pointed.

Various people passed by already, some sparing a weird look and then minding their own business again — you understand.

After all, your grandfather's mumbles are barely audible!

"You have been so busy with your job." you sulked a little and turned the corner.

Even seeing your favourite dessert shop didn't let you light up.

"Mom is so sad." you heaved out a sigh, "you're barely visiting anymore too! I will curse your job to death and everyone who makes it hard for you..!"

The bells of the door rang through the room as you entered the bakery, a scent of sweet pastries hit your nose — well that lightened your mood again.

"Welcome!"

"My favourite..!" you beamed and pointed at the favourite pastry of yours in pure excitement.

"[name]?"

You lifted your head to turn to the person, who called out your name, eyes landing on a familiar guy.

"Ah, Kei!" was it even possible for you to even shine brighter, "I missed you so much!"

With that, you carefully removed your arm from the hold around your grandfather's and pulled your boyfriend into a warm hug, burying your face into his neck to cherish his embrace.

"What a... pleasant surprise." he whispered against your neck, blue eyes fixated on the elderly man beside you.

"Hmm?" you hummed and removed yourself again, now noting what he meant, "ah! Kei, may I introduce you? This is my grandfather!"

"Grandfather?" he repeated, eyes widening slightly in surprise while the gentle smile still lasted on his lips. "That's surprising, isn't it?"

"What is?" you blinked curiously and turned back to senior, "grandpa! This is my boyfriend, Uzuki Kei."

He murmured something again under his breath, something only you were able to catch as you faced your boyfriend again. But you didn't understand the meaning behind his words.

"Did you two meet once?" you questioned and sulked, "without me? Last time when my mom invited you over without telling me..? And then got surprised by you sipping some tea?"

"Certainly not." your boyfriend denied and placed his hand behind your back, "I have never met him before, I can assure you."

"Really?" you raised a brow questionably and grasped your grandfather's sleeve, "judging from

your reaction though, you seemed to know him..."

"Mmh he did seem familiar actually. But I was wrong, don't filled your mind with silly thoughts." he chuckled under his breath, "how about I invite the two of you to some dessert?"

"Oh, yes sure!" your question was long forgotten as you urged the two men to follow you, dragging them to the counter.

"I certainly do not know him..." Kei whispered, his eyes wandering back to the senior.

What a pleasant surprise.

SHISHIBA.

　HURRIED steps echoed in the long hallway as you rushed your way to the room, cutely wrapped lunch boxes in your hands — filled with many delicious things.

"Excuse me..!" you exclaimed while passing some people and then pushing open one of the double doors.

Panting out heavily, your gaze wandered around the whole room and immediately spotted the familiar people sitting around a round table, their conversation slowly dying out though.

"Oh, lovely seeing your wifey here!" Nagumo spoke up.

Actually he was beaming at the newcomer, much happier to see someone cheerful compared to the grumpy people he was surrounded by.

Okay, at some point he seemed happier than your own boyfriend.

"[name]..? What are you doing here?" Shishiba sweat dropped and rose from the chair.

"I-I hope I'm not intruding." you sulked a little.

"Don't worry. We are still waiting for the rest." sweat formed on his cheek as his gaze landed on the lunch boxes. "Why so many lunchboxes?"

"For you!" you beamed and handed him two, "0ne is for you and one is for Osaragi."

"Osaragi..?" he trailed off.

Suddenly — she miraculously appeared just right next to you and accepted the offer with a faint smile forming on her lips. "Thank you, [name]-san." her gratitude weighed in the air.

"No need to thank me, silly!" you chuckled. "Oh wait, you have to check the boxes... I hope you got the one without onions."

It didn't matter anyway — he will force him through it for you.

"How did you even arrive so fast? The last time I checked your messages you were on the train."

"I actually was about to enter the train but it was too full." you sulked, "so I drove with the car since it was also faster. And picked someone up."

"You brought someone here..?" he sweat dropped and heaved out a sigh, "[name], didn't I mention you shouldn't bring someone into this building?"

"Yes, but actually..." you trailed off again.

"Where are they?"

"In the toilette. But he's coming anytime. Don't worry, he said he's supposed to be here too!" you lit up in hope.

But Shishiba couldn't help but narrow his eyes — someone you know is affiliated with them? Is he perhaps part of the personal or is he a spy?

"Who are you talking about?"

"About—" you got interrupted by the sound of a door getting...

sliced open?

"Takamura—?"

"Gramps!" you called out and panicked slightly, "what did we say about cutting doors?"

"What did you say?" Shishiba tripped over his own words as he blinked rapidly.

"Ah..! It's your first time meeting my grandfather." you sweat dropped, "this is my grandfather! Gramps, this is my boyfriend Shishiba!"

You could only watch how he tucked in his katana again, a beaming smile forming on your face as you extended your hand with the lunchbox.

"This is for you! Eat well, yes? Dad is worrying about you!" you turned back to your boyfriend again, "and take care! Have so much fun at the meeting."

"Uh wait..." he trailed off speechlessly as you planted a kiss on his cheek before disappearing quickly, "what..."

Your grandfather is THE Takamura?