#sub!kashimo

sub!kashimo

heavy breathing and small whimpers were the only things that could be heard in the quiet of your bedroom. the lights dim, yet you can still make out the faint blush dusting kashimo’s face. the rosy color travels down his neck to his chest. you love the way he looks up at you, a bit shy and embarrassed. this look is no surprise to you, he’s usually very loud and confident. it seems he’s only like that when he’s engaged in a good fight. 

you never thought you would have one of the strongest sorcerers so pliant and needy under your touch. straddling his hips, hands running up and down his body, his skin feels hot to the touch. his abs tense when your hands make contact with them, goosebumps following wherever you touch. cyan hair spread out on one of your plush pillows, making a halo around him. 

damn, he looks so pretty like this, he’d kill you if you told the others that he was so shy when it came to intimate things like this. 

“what’s wrong, hajime? is this too much for you?” the tone in your voice tells him that you’re teasing. your hands running along his body make it hard for him to focus and answer your question. he does his best to ground himself, looking around the room. He focuses on staring out the window, it’s a full moon and it shines so brightly, lighting up the room slightly. it calms him down just enough that he’s able to turn his attention back to you. 

to kashimo, you look so pretty sitting on top of him, the moonlight catches your features perfectly. he doesn’t really know how he ended up here, but he won’t complain. he loves the feeling of companionship that you give him. 

“i’m fine. just didn’t do a lot of this back in the edo period. i had other priorities.” muttering quietly. it’s true he’s a bit behind when it comes to things like love and connection. but he’ll learn just for you. he’s slowly grown more comfortable with being vulnerable around you. he feels less lonely now that he has you.

moving your hips slowly, grinding down softly on the bulge in his sweats. you feel his cock twitch slightly under you. kashimo can feel the heat from your cunt, it’s almost too much for him to handle. he does his best to keep his hips from bucking, not wanting to seem too eager. he sucks in a sharp breath, he just feels so sensitive right now. 

“f-fuck you can’t just do that without a warning.” his voice comes out a bit strained. biting down on his lip so as to not let the whimpers slip out. kashimo thinks he’d die from embarrassment if you heard any more noises coming from him. 

“aww don’t be like that ‘jime. I want to hear all those pretty noises.” smiling down at him you bring your hand down to grip his chin. sticking two of your fingers in his mouth to open it up. this takes him by surprise, incoherent mumbling coming from his mouth. You push down on his tongue; your fingers go just a bit further back into his mouth. 

you move your hips to grind down harsher; his cock starts leaking so much pre there’s a wet spot forming on his sweats. it’s all so overwhelming for him, tears prick the corner of his eyes threatening to spill. drool spills from the corners of his mouth, kashimo feels like he’s going to cum any second. he can’t stop his hips from bucking wildly into you. 

“p-please let me cum I can’t hold it!” even though his mouth is stuffed with your fingers you can still make out what he’s begging for. though you pretend like you can’t understand him, wanting to listen to him beg more.

taking your fingers out of his mouth “what was that baby? I couldn’t understand you.” fuck he both loves and hates when you tease him like this, it gets him so riled up. kashimo looks up at you with tears in his eyes, a pleading look on his pretty face. 

he brings his hands to rest on your hips, grinding his hips up to get some friction. the blush on his face has deepened, his bangs sticking to his face from the sweat. his chest is heaving up and down faster now. he wants so badly to hold your hips down against his and chase his high, but he’ll be good for you. do what you want if it means you’ll let him finish. 

“please ‘m s-so close just let me cum” his voice comes out so whiny, you’ve never heard him sound so desperate before. kashimo can feel how soaked you are through your thin shorts. he knows you need this as much as he does. 

fine since he’s been so good for you and you love the pretty sounds he makes, it’s only fair that you let him finish. going back to grinding your hips down on him, starting off slow and gradually getting faster. kashimo lets out whimpers and moans letting you know how close he is. you can feel him twitching under you. his grip on your hips tightening, no doubt is going to leave marks on your skin. 

his body goes still, head thrown back on the pillows. you feel the warmth from his cum seeping through his sweats. his breathing is heavy, skin flushed, he looks so pretty at this moment. you bring your hand down to brush through his bangs, wiping some of the sweat. leaning down, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. spending the rest of the night cuddling with his head on your chest.

It's rare that he gets like this—not being the type to beg for attention—he'd rather just wait until you came to him.

Waits until you finally decide to crawl into his lap—which doesn't take long. You'll wrap your arms around him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. What he really likes is when your fingers slowly creep up, getting tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Lazily scratching the area. Not that he'll ever admit it.

A heavy hand grips your thigh, squeezing the plush skin. The way you feel under his hand drives him feral, never having something so sweet like you under his touch. Sometimes he’ll even trace his finger up lightly, stopping right at the hem of your shorts. Cyan eyes closely watching the way goosebumps follow his finger.

But there are times where Kashimo thinks that you have him all figured out. You’ve caught on to the fact that he likes to wait for you to make the first move. So, you decide that two can play at this little game. You’ll wait until the sorcerer—who’s usually confident in everything he does—finally decides to use his words to get what he so desperately wants.

It might take days for Kashimo to finally cave in, but the outcome is beyond worth it.

After dinner, you and Kashimo both work in tandem to clean up the kitchen. You bring the last few dishes over to the sink where he’s currently washing the others. He stands there, scrubbing the cup a bit more harshly than he needs to. The corners of his mouth pulled down, pouting like the grumpy old man he is.

“What’s up with you?” You ask in a casual manner, really trying to get under his skin. And from the looks of it, it’s working.

You can see the way his fingers twitch slightly around the cup. The way the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s stopping himself from saying what he really wants. It’s taking everything in him to not take you right here on the kitchen counters.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Finish cleaning up.”

“Hajime,” you start, giving him that deadpan look. “You’re staring at that cup like it’s wronged you in the worst way.”

He turns, giving you that look you know all too well. A straight face with eyes that feel like they’re piercing through your soul. You’ve seen it too many times before with all the little games you like to play.

You put your hands up, mocking surrender. “Okay… back to work then.”

Cut to later that night, you’re now lying in bed after showering and finishing up your nightly routine. When Kashimo enters your shared bedroom you can see it—feel it even. The shift in the room. The air feels thicker. The way his eyes immediately focus on you when he walks into the room has you squirming underneath his gaze. It’s intense.

He makes his way between your legs, turning to press his face against your thigh. It’s hot against his cheek. He takes a deep inhale of your scent, letting out a heavy groan that vibrates against your thigh. The sweet smell of your body wash mixed with your natural scent drives him crazy. It clouds his mind like smoke, making him feel dizzy.

Big, heavy hands grip your thighs, as if you might vanish if he doesn't hold on tight enough. Rough and calloused against your skin from the countless battles he's been chasing. 400 years without the gentle touch of a lover really does take a toll on a man. Kashimo wouldn't mind if the last breath he ever took was right here between your pretty legs.

He nips at the plush skin causing you to flinch. You snake your hand down, fingers getting tangled in the cyan hair that tickles your legs. “That hurt, Hajime,”you whine.

He looks up, heavy lidded eyes meet yours, never breaking away for a second. Fuck Kashimo looks so good like this between your legs, starved for your touch. He’ll take anything you give him. A thin layer of sweat already covers his pretty face. Cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

He licks the bite mark, soothing the stinging sensation it’s left behind. “You taste good,” he chokes out, voice strained.

This is all too much for Kashimo. He never thought he’d end up in a situation like this after being alone for so long. He wasn’t like this until you came along—so desperate for attention. He feels pathetic, but in the best way possible.

“Touch me,” he mumbles into your thigh. The blush on his face deepens, traveling down his neck to his chest. For someone who’s usually confident and in control, he suddenly feels a bit shy as those words leave his mouth.

"Finally using your words, Hajime," you tease. You scratch at his scalp, carding your fingers through his soft hair. A low grumble vibrates from deep in his chest. He's like a little cat purring in your lap. There really is nothing better than seeing one of the strongest sorcerers like this—soft and needy, like putty in your hands.

The sound of sheets rustling catches your attention. You look up to see that Kashimo has been softly grinding against the bed. A wide grin stretches across your face. This little game you started of trying to get Kashimo to give in first is going better than you had anticipated.

"Hajime-"

Shit. He's been caught. Yet he can't bring himself to stop, the throbbing ache between his legs is too much to ignore right now. The only thing bringing him some relief is the soft sheets beneath him—and the fact that he knows your soaked in your own arousal under your sleep shorts. It's enough to make him cum in his sweats.

He nips at your thigh once again. "Not a word."