#sub giyuu

You gently lace your fingers in his head in a comforting manner, and Giyuu starts leaning into your touch, but suddenly you close your hand into a fist and push down his head into the sheets. You resume your pace and make sure to hit his sweet spot with every single plunge you take at him, but not before hitting his ass once more, making him mewl in surprise.

Like this, the usually composed hashira has no filter, so he just lets all his pretty noises fall from his lips in contrast to his quiet nature. Really, the way he's covered in his own drool and snot, tears falling from his puffy eyes and his cock leaking like a faucet is a damn sight.

"I didn't know you could look so debauched, Giyuu~ maybe I should spank you more often. What do you think, dear?", you whisper in his ears. He only groans in return, too cock drunk to give any meaningful answer.

Your grip on his hair tightens and you yank his head up. "It's rude to ignore others when they ask you a question. Answer me.", you sau in a stern tone, your gaze cold as ice now. Seems like you weren't done teaching him some manners.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ shinazugawa sanemi

read: my other post. sanemi is peak bratiness. he’s a menace and unwilling to be put in his place, with a deep love for being manhandled. his body can take so much and he can still be smug about it. deep in his heart, however, sanemi is a mega whore and adores to be pushed until he breaks, babbling tearfully on your dick and gripping tight onto the sheets with hiccups and whines of “too much”.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ uzui tengen + hinatsuru, makio, suma

tengen loves attention. he’s bratty in the way he’ll act out to get it, especially for a guy who spends most of his time being a service top to you and your other partners. tengen will bend over to show off the tight stretch of fabric over his pert ass, or even try to act dominate towards you to make you put him in his place, cheekily groping at hinatsuru, a passing smack to suma’s ass, or a nibble on makio’s earlobe. you four already know what he’s begging for— it’s just a matter of pushing him down and playing with his most sensitive areas to get him to apologize for being a tease.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ iguro obanai

obanai loves to mock you during sex, to goad you on to pounding him harder. he’ll use a pissy tone and mean words as you thrust up into him, pressing down on his stomach with his hand to show you where he really needs you to be. tame him with kindness. deep passionate thrusts, holding onto his small hips tightly, marking bruises along his waistline. he’ll be at a loss for words, brooding silently as he embraces that you won’t give in to his urges for rough treatment. but he secretly adores it it when you take him apart with loving touches.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ kocho shinobu

personally shinobu to me is the essence of power bottom. she tends to play with your body more than she allows you to play with hers, and like the others, she’s a tease. she’ll wear your favorite shade of lip stain, and act like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to you. shinobu pokes and prods at you in public, hoping for you to take her to a more isolated place and bury your head between her legs, to tongue fuck her until she can’t think to be naughty anymore.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ rengoku kyojuro

kyojuro is too squirmy and needy for his own good. he’s a bit of a tease, but backs down at a warning without a need for punishment. he gets a little pouty when you’re slow and gentle with him, but melts anyways at the love you lave over his body. kyojuro looooves punishment when you do give it to him, but he won’t act out to receive it. just be sure if you do punish him to hold him lovingly after.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ kanroji mitsuri

mitsuri is a good girl but i believe that she’d be unintentionally bratty. she’s eager and squirmy, and will definitely try to rush you to chase her own pleasure. a quick smack on the thigh or a harder suck on her nipple will put her back into line. she’d like overstimulation and punishments, however— tie a vibrator to her clit and punish her when she comes, or if she acts without permission.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tomioka giyuu

giyuu is a lay there and feel type of sub. he gets too overwhelmed to try and act out, and enjoys being taken care of and letting you lead in the bedroom. he barely even makes noises during sex, asides from the occasional whine or soft whimper. i don’t think he’d be against being punished for something or anything like impact play, but he’s not bratty.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ himejima gyomei

Time really goes by so slowly when one’s all by themselves. There was no way around it besides being patient and understanding, awaiting his return. Day’s turned into weeks, and you reached the deadline you hoped he’d abide by, but there were still no signs of him. He wasn’t one to write letters in the first place, so you crossed off that possibility already.

It wasn’t the first time he failed to return on the designated date. You understood what his line of work meant, which is why you never blamed him, until this time. Precisely because you knew what he was doing, you worried about his wellbeing, about whether he was still alive or not. But you decided to believe in his abilities, and it wasn’t in vain.

When he stepped towards your house, with his usual light steps, you almost dropped whatever you were holding. Glancing through the window and feeling your twisted chest untangle for the first time in a long while. A sense of relief washed over you, and you quickly opened the door for him. He looked just the same as before, same hair, same expression and same clothes. Classic.

“What took you so long?” You yelled into the distance, even though he was still a bit far away. His face lit up a little when he heard your voice, and his head instantly jerked upwards, a pair of ocean blue eyes glancing back at you. Giyuu opened his mouth to answer, yet he decided not to in the last second. On the contrary, he began sprinting, a mix of that and jumping around. It took less than a minute before the man was standing right in front of you.

“The demon was stronger than we thought.” He said, standing a little awkwardly. The boy smelled like herbs, and he didnt seem as steady on his legs as usual. Nevertheless, you quickly welcomed him inside, wanting to hear about the details of what happened. Something was off, he was hiding something from you, you knew this much. The sight of him acting like everything was fine hurt, must he alway keep to himself like that?

Despite giyuu not being a very talkactive person, he answered every of your questions, even if it was just to ease your worries. He was sitting on the edge of your bed as you brought him a cup of tea. You listened attentively, not questioning the fact that he was deliberately leaving details out. Once he was done with recounting the events, you asked, “did you get hurt?” He stayed quiet, before replying, “it's not that serious, i've been treated already.” Seems your intuition was right.

“Can i see the wound?” You wanted to make sure he's been patched up properly. “There's no need to worry, the butterfly mansion wouldn’t have released me if i was still injured.” Wait, is that why he came back so late? Because the wound was bad enough for him to have to be hospitalized? He couldnt quite explain why, but he got the feeling that you werent pleased. Then he debated with himself over what he should say to make you feel better, “i'm alright, really.”

Turns out that was the wrong thing to say.

Obviously it didnt make you feel any less concerned, and you placed your hands onto his shoulders, looking into his eyes as you inquired, “where did you get hurt?” Whenever you are this serious, he knew he couldnt evade your questions anymore and mumbled, “on my back.” Afterward, you immediadly pushed him down, stopping right before he hit the futon. “Turn around.” You commanded, in a tone that told him there was no room left for negotiations, and he did as you said, laying down on his belly.

Without taking too long, you stripped off his naori, then his uniform, while he pressed his face into the pillow out of embarrassment. It's definitely not his first time showing skin to you, but he still havent gotten used to it. When you saw his torso being covered in a layer of bandages, you gulped, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. The feeling was comparable to how you felt while waiting for him. You leaned down and asked, voice heavy with something he couldnt pinpoint, "didnt you say you were fine?"

Giyuu glanced back at you over his shoulder, his voice stuck in his throat for a bit before he answered, “it’s just a precaution, the wound below truly has healed.” It was the truth, so why did he feel so conflicted while speaking anyway? “Then can i take them off?” Another question, and he nodded. The next few minutes were spend with you trying to unwrap the bandages without putting strain on the wound, and him wanting to help but you telling him to stay still since he was hurt. Once it was done and you saw the severity of it, you clenched your teeth, hands bawled into fists next to you.

There it was, a freshly healed scar in the form of a cut right across his back. Though the flesh there was connected again, and his wound thus closed, any excessive movement could rip it open again. “And you jumped around, running in this state?” You raised your voice a little, and he flinched. Surprised by the weight of your frustrations, you followed up with an apology. Voice filled with a pitying tremble while you whispered your wish for him to take better care of himself.

Your hand darted out, stroking his cheek, caressing the pale and soft skin beneath your fingertips. A breathless murmur as you said, “at least do it for my sake.” His skin was still cold from traveling outside, only slowly heating up after meeting the warmth of your fingers. This time he couldnt think of anything to say, and simply leaned into your touch. Eyes closed as he held his breath. When you pulled your hand back, his head dropped back down onto the pillow, as if trying to hide from your sorrowful expression.

It was a heart wrenching experience, brushing over his scar with careful fingers. To be honest, you were a little angry with him. After all, it’s one thing to arrive almost three months later, and another to do so with a giant scar on his back, then trying to act as if nothing happened. How long was he trying to hide it? Not to mention you were fearing the worst possible outcome. Your fingers didnt stop their descend even when you passed his last vertebrae, reaching his sacrum, in response his breath hitched audibly.

“Wait, y/n...?” He muttered, voice small, appearing almost shy, especially since his face was heating up. “Can’t i?” You wondered, hand already on the way to dip beneath his waistband. His eyes widened, and he twisted his body to grab your wrist, “t-thats not it... but why so suddenly..?” A stutter. How shameful, did his voice really have to fail him at such a moment? “You broke your promise, so shouldn’t you receive a punishment?” Just hearing the word itself was enough to make his blush darken, body shivering in a cocktail of emotions.

“Ah, don’t worry, I won’t overexert a patient.” You reassured, though that was the least of his worries, especially since he considers himself in good condition again. “Is that so…” He gave an absentminded response, still a little too flustered to make sense of this situation. When your hand moved to the front, meeting his pelvis, he began biting down onto his bottom lip, trying to shut himself up.

But the occasional whine would still escape his clenched lips, which is why he turned away and slammed his face into the fluffy pillow, body curling up subtly as if he wanted to hide from your preying gaze. To think he’d be this needy already, when you’ve barely touched him. By the looks of it, he was pretty touch starved. His arousal slowly grew under your lewd, teasing touches. That’s how he calls it. In truth, you haven’t even grazed his erection, still hovering inches above.

“So sensitive, is it because I haven’t touched you for a while?” You wondered, smiling to yourself, a growing dark spot forming on his pants, he’s so awfully cute when he’s all twitchy like this. Giyuu didn’t answer, probably because he didn’t know the answer yet again. It didn’t matter, you knew for a fact he must be overwhelmed right now. “Hmm, no answer?” You pulled his soiled uniform down to his knees, freeing his cock. “Alright, then just lay back and let me take care of…” just like that, you wrapped your hand around his leaking shaft, “…this messy thing here.”

Finally, after all the slow torture he had endured, you graced him with some stimulation. Even though he didn’t voice it out loud, he was eternally grateful, eyes swelling up with tears as muffled moans filled the room. The way your hands worked around him was mind blowing, it felt so good he was shaking. Thighs quivering whenever you gave his tip extra attention, stroking up and down in a tender motion. The only problem he had was it wasn’t enough, he wanted more, though when he ground his hips back to gain more friction you’d stop his antics immediately.

How cruel, you were monopolising his pleasure. Furthermore, your other hand was now kneading and groping his body, exploiting his weak spots. Fondling his chest, brushing over his spine, or squeezing his butt, resulting in giyuu shaking uncontrollably. All that was just too embarrassing for the boy, and he hugged the pillow tighter as his toes curled. “N-ngh… y/n, a-are you still mad…?” He whispered carefully, hoping that you’ll be lenient with him. “I’m really—”

You hushed him, squeezing the base of his arousal, applying just enough pressure so it wouldn’t hurt. Then you changed your movements to sloppy strokes, collecting his pre to spread it all over his swollen skin. With how much he was leaking, one would think he already came. It got to the point where it dripped down his thighs, onto the poor sheets below him. Such a hassle, you should have used a towel. “What a messy boy, now I’ll have to change the sheets.” Yet your tone was anything but condescending, you sounded amused.

“Ah… I, HnnGh—, I didn’t mean to d-dirty your bed.” He was still holding his voice back to the best of his abilities, fingers plucking your pillow, the fabric straining under his strength. Look at him, in such despair for your approval, it’d be difficult to stay mad at him when he’s putting on such a show. Suddenly, you used your thumb to stimulate his tip, rubbing his slit and dipping the tip of your finger inside a little. “I don’t know… Maybe I should plug this hole up so you’ll stop making a mess? What do you say, giyuu?”

What were you saying…? Plug that up? Is it even possible? How scary the thought was, but your voice was so soothing he was addicted, falling into a willing hypnosis. It’s not like he could ever say no to you.

You noticed his ears turning into a bright pink shade, and you loomed over him. Normally you’d press your chest against his back, though for obvious reasons you were too hesitant to do that, instead choosing to hover a few centimetres above. With your usual tender touch, you tugged his hair behind his ears, revealing the rosy flesh there. Just the slightest touch against the skin located there caused him to gasp.

“You haven’t answered my questions, cat got your tongue?” You whispered into his ears. It was like the trigger to a bomb, causing his held-back emotions and whimpers to burst out freely. “Hmm..! Nghh-ahh, ugh-UhmM..♡” He clenched his eyes shut, more tears falling from his glassy eyes as his core tightened, a signal for his impending orgasm. The warmth radiating off you was so soothing, your touch like a fire that melted all that’s weighing down on him away.

“N-no.. m’sorwyyy..” Giyuu slurred over his words, drooling a little. Your hand felt really good, so much better than how he remembered, he felt like electricity was coursing through him. Every nerve ending of his was lit on fire, every muscle tingling with pleasure and his brain was slowly failing him. Not to mention the persistent pounding of his erratic heart. Like a drum playing by your rhythm. “I-I’m close, y/n, p-please..” He begged, not quite sure why, but most likely because he knew subconsciously things were going too easily. You did say it was a punishment.

And just as he feared, his prediction came true. Right before the pleasure reached its peak, you pulled away, both hands now on his hips to hold him, to prevent him from moving. A rather loud shriek escaped him, and his hips shook, trying to chase the fading ecstasy he was waiting for oh so eagerly. “HnnGhh..!! N-no! P- ahh~ please..♥︎ d-don’t do that…” His entire body began shaking even more than before, limps trying to hold onto anything he could. It took every ounce of self restraint for him to not just start humping the mattress. God he was pathetic.

You waited for a minute, observing his reactions. Poor thing still haven’t lifted his head from the pillow, his disappointment must have been immense. Doesn’t matter, since you had all the time in the world to make it up to him. “Are you that desperate to come?” You murmured again, your voice like a spell he couldn’t dodge, always messing with him with no fail, tempering with his already crumbling composure. All he could reply in return was a meek ‘mhm’ paired with a cute little nod. “Then be patient.”

Be patient, you said? He thought he was being plenty patient already. His dick was dripping by itself, all abandoned, jerking whenever you spoke. The tip an angry red as you continued to ignore his need. Instead, your turned your attention to his other assets, the hands on his hips going upwards, still resting at his sides, until they reached his trained chest, brushing over his perky nipples. “We haven’t seen each other in so long, it’d be a waste to end it so soon.” You argued, using your index fingers to circle around the hardening buds.

His chest was heaving up and down, knuckles white as he melted into your touch, spine aching to savour your touch. “Ah-aaghHh… s-so mean..” giyuu complained, his thoughts spilling out already without his usual filter. “W-wait— nGghh, no- n-no!! I-I didn’t mean to…” now he’s done it, he made a mistake, what to do? Really, he didn’t mean to say that…! Please don’t deny him again…!

“Well, isn’t it because you are too cute?” You chuckled, scratching his nipples with your fingertips, watching him squirm in delight. “My adorable Giyuu~?” As if trying to punctuate your words, you began kissing his neck, brushing his black hair to the side. Of course you didn’t limit yourself to his nape only, sometimes moving to his shoulders, other times going as low as his shoulder blades. No matter where your lips trailed you’d leave behind a path of blossoming hickeys.

Once you were satisfied, you licked the edge of his scar, tasting the herb-ish medicine they applied there. Honestly speaking, it didn’t taste good, so you went back to his neck, sinking your teeth into the skin. For a split second, he froze, shivers running down his spine before he withered underneath you, bending until he formed a crescent form. A deep flush was forming around his neck, sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.

This really was too much, you were clearly torturing him with your hands, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad, not when you were showering him in such sweet words, marking him up as your property… How unfair, taking advantage of his fondness for your praise. His sobbing died down a little, but the tears didn’t stop even one bit. Since it seemed like he calmed, you wrapped your hand around him again, moving up and down. Even the way you touched him felt playful, you were really planning to make it into a long night for him.

Because he was still super sensitive from his almost-orgasm, it didn’t take long to turn him into a whining mess. Hips shaking all lewdly, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Considering simply pressing his face into the pillow didn’t cut it, he began biting the fabric, stuffing his mouth with it. You weren’t having any of that though, so you grabbed his hair by the roots with one hand, tugging his head back to mumble, “don’t do that, love, let me hear your voice.”

He shook his head in humiliation, panting while trying to form coherent sentences, “t-the… nghh, neig—HahhH..! Neighbours!! Mhffm..!♡♡” so he was aware of his volume, how cute. “They won’t hear, don’t worry.” You turned his head sideways, just a little, so that you could press a kiss to his tears-ridden cheeks, cooing sweetly, “so stop biting my pillow, alright?”

Seriously, he just can’t say no to you.

With lingering reluctance, he obeyed your command, but still clutched the cushions with his arms. Deciding he did a good job listening to you, you rewarded him with a small kiss to the back of his head, muttering, “good boy,” followed with your hand moving faster as it worked up and down his shaft. The wet squelching sounds echoed around your houses, bouncing off the walls. And when his voice hitched, becoming uncharacteristically high pitched, you knew he was close.

Such a beautiful melody to your ears, you loved how debauched he sounded right before he cums. Every time without fail he’d sound so needy, pleading with you, letting out all those shameful whimpers. It was heavenly. And if you wished to drag it out some more, you just had to let of his weeping dick. How convenient, wasn’t it? With that being said, you denied him again, your actions meeting a series of protests from the boy. “N-no, hnNghh, no no- y/n..!! Ah— I was s-so close.. please, p-please, I need it… m’s-sorwy.. please…♥︎♡♥︎” gosh, doesn’t he just sound so pitiful?

Even so, you didn’t cave in to his desperate begs, smiling down at him as he jerked his hips in futile attempts to reach the edge. So this was the punishment you mentioned, making him wait without knowing when it’ll end, probably a parallel to how you must have felt. Ah, really, he was sorry, won’t you please forgive him..?

Each time you denied him, his cries grew louder. More despair leaked into his tone while his body shook in the after glow of the denial. The feeling of having his long-awaited climax taken from him was unbearable, unable to do anything but beg for mercy from your hands. His sweat-covered, flushed body has long been rendered to nothing but a withering, mewling wreck. Yet Giyuu kept pleading, in the hopes it’ll make you give in just a few seconds earlier.

Until at some point something snapped and he suddenly became quieter, as if accepting his fate. Only muffled hiccups and whines slipped from his bruises lips, swollen from all the biting. It was so close to ripping and bleeding too. One look and you could tell his brain has really turned into mush, into something nonfunctional, unable to form any kind of thought process. The only thing he could think of was the need to cum and how nice your hands felt, stroking his pitiful dick.

By the looks of it, every touch must have hurt, considering he has been on the brink of climax for so long he felt like his cock will burst any second. Every little touch made his body jump. His tip has turned into such a deep crimson shade, you were starting to feel bad for him. Not to mention his face was like a work of art, covering in all kinds of fluids. Some of his tears crystallised on his flushed cheeks, and drool was hanging out of his parted lips. If you had to name your favourite though, it’d be his eyes, those gorgeous deep blue irises. All glazed over, unfocused, and yet lust-filled and needy.

When you decided to give him that handjob again, only a small trickle of pre dripped down from his tip, onto the puddle of fluids located underneath him. This sight was simply beautiful, you didn’t quite understand why you relished in this debauched state of his, perhaps you were somewhat of a sadist when it came to him. Nevertheless you were thrilled. Ah… regrettably his expressions have become dull, so you had to think of a way to get him out of his trance.

“Giyuu~ don’t you want to cum?” You teased, anyone would be able to tell what the answer is after all. The boy glanced back at you with watery eyes that begged you silently, a meek expression and trembling lips. The urge to pat his head was strong, so you reached out to stroke his hair, whispering, “I’m not angry anymore.” It was the truth, just you haven’t been angry since hours ago. “So… if you ask real nicely, I might do what you want~” aha, this was what you were scheming.

To be honest Giyuu knew you were doing this to gauge his reactions, yet he’s been reduced to such a whiny, pathetic thing, he couldn’t care less. Any shame he used to have has been thrown out for now, all that mattered was the release he’s been awaiting torturously. A shaky exhale escaped his slightly parted lips before he murmured poison sweet, “y-y/n… c-can I p-please cum…?”

How you missed his voice, gods this was more than enough to encourage you to do more. A cheeky grin plastered across your face as you messed with him a little more, working to ruin him even further, “try again~” but you weren’t that mean, which is why you jerked him off simultaneously. The only issue? You did it so lazily, instead promised to do it properly if he begged you some more. If you had know earlier that that amateur-ish friction would be enough to make him spill, you might have done things differently.

A fuzzy cloud of lust was hanging over Giyuu, and poor baby was so overstimulated he couldn’t think clearly, all he could do was follow your every command, eyes dropping as he hiccuped. “I-I don’t know hnng, w-what to s-say…” now you were feeling a little like a villain, switching back to a gentle tone as you said, “take your time, dear, don’t stress it.” He smashed his face into the soft pillows again, sniffing and trying to hold back from rocking his hips, before muttering in a small voice, “please—”

You waited, humming, letting him take all the time he needed while caressing his spine, fingertips dancing around his scar. The other hand was still on his angry arousal, creating perverted squelching sounds with every stroke. His sex twitched tirelessly, reacting to the pleasure surging through him. Once he gathered himself, he tried again. All he basically had to do was ‘tempt you’, right?

Fresh tears hit the sheets beneath him, and he clenched his teeth as he forced his limps to work despite them being all strengthless and useless. He shifted slightly, arching his back some more and pushing his hips out, “p-please, I-i wanna cum… hic..! Y/n.. please, l-let me… it hurts ♡♥︎”

How undignified~ this took every last scraps of sanity he had! Posing all erotically like this… you better make him come after this…!

On the other hand you were pondering other things, for example… Where did he learn to beg like that? He was making you seem like a real pervert- not that you were complaining. After all, he was doing such a good job bending over for you. “You did well, Giyuu.” You praised him with a soft smile, licking your bottom lip before continuing, “I’ll do as you wish.” With that being said, you speed up your pace, causing him to jerk abruptly despite his efforts to keep still. His toes curled inwards and his hands dug holes into the sheets.

It hurt, it hurt so bad, and it was so good. His leaking member was so overwhelmed every touch was painful, but he couldn’t differentiate between pain and pleasure anymore, moaning out loudly while drool dripped down his chin, “ah-ahh..! D-don’t stop, UhmM~ p-please don’t.. I really, nghh, really want it♥︎♡♥︎”

You were a little surprised at how quick this happened, even if it was logical, considering he’s been teetering on the edge for so long already. On top of that, he was on a mission for multiple months, and both of you knew giyuu’s sensitive when it came to your touches. Of course he’d be sobbing his eyes out and shiver like a plucked string. So it’s not his fault he feels like passing out already, with a face that fits the words ‘fucked stupid’ like a key to a lock, okay?

Furthermore, he’s been touch-starved without you. He missed you so much after all, even if he won’t say it out loud. Don’t you know your touch always makes him crazy? It’s like a drug he doesn’t want to quit, he wants to feed on your warmth and bath in the ecstasy. Enjoying the brain-numbing experience he could only have with you, having pleasure course through every vein, rendering his muscles useless. How he adored this feeling of his eyes rolling back from the bliss you inflicted in him.

His arousal twitched a few more times, splattering pre onto his stomach and your wrists, bouncing with every involuntary shake of his hips. What was he supposed to do? It was so good he couldn’t his moans from leaking out, if you pulled away this time as well, he might really melt into a puddle. Nothing mattered more than the tightening sensation festering in his lower abdomen right now, please don’t deny him again~!

“Y/nnnn..!!! C-coming, coming I-i— hnnnghh ♥︎♡♡~!!” He groaned, a loud, unrestrained sound escaping the confines of his mouth. It sounded so primal, so intense, you were sure your neighbours heard that. White ropes of cum shoot out of his tip, spilling onto the sheets beneath. You kept the movement going to help him ride out his high, that took quite a while because he just kept cumming. He must have been really pent up, huh? Maybe much more than what you expected.

After a few more pumps you let go of his cock, and stared at the mess clinging to your palms, then back to the man still whining quietly. The fluids dripping from his spend sex were sticking to his body, resulting in little strings connecting his thighs to the mattress. Giyuu tried to calm his breathing, taking deep, shaky breaths. It was difficult, his heart was racing too much. When he tried to turn around to look at you, he couldn’t muster the strength to even sit up a little, flopping flush against the bed and panting heavily, “haaah… ngh-ahh… mhmm!”

Out of nowhere his shame came back like an unwanted guest, washing over him, causing him to almost cry out in frustration. Please don’t look at his pathetic state…! It’s too humiliating, will you still want him after seeing all this?

You ran your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, brushing it aside to kiss his nape again, whispering against the still slightly reddish spot, “you look adorable, Giyuu. I love it.” He didn’t respond. There were two reasons, he was too tired and he couldn’t think for the moment. So all he did was accept the compliments with a weak, meek nod. Seeing him so pliant now, you caressed his cheek, and he nuzzled against your palm instinctively, even now eagerly accepting your every gesture.

So cute! You weren’t lying when you said that, you found him simply endearing. His moans, his cries, and his expressions… just thinking about it puts a smile to your face. That’s why, how long should you let him recover before going for a second round? As you’ve said before, you’ve got all the time in the world, and the night is young. Plus, you weren’t satisfied just yet ♥︎

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Nini!rant 2.0:

In the first fic I had planned for this, we were an innkeeper & Giyuu was a pathetic meow meow whom we sometimes housed. Like he’d use our inn when on longer missions in the area. But it got too long cuz I’d have to establish how they went from strangers to one-night stand partners. And that takes way more effort than just having them have an established relationship already.

My solution used to be making reader down bad, since I don’t think giyuu’s the type to take the first step haha. In the end I hated it, so I scratched the 5k words. Which got me so depressed I got writers block and thus couldn’t continue kinktober last year lmao

The onslaught of praises and insults along with the feeling of Sanemi’s heavy cock against his tongue makes poor Giyuu’s head feel fuzzy. He feels so utterly and completely at your mercy, it’s all he can do to look at you with his puppy eyes and whimper pathetically. The vibrations go straight to Sanemi’s cock and he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck…so you are useful for something other than sparring…” he grits out, trying to hold back his orgasm.

You cup Giyuu’s cheek and plant a sweet kiss on his temple, smiling at him. “What a sweet boy. You’re making him feel so good…you’re enjoying this too, aren’t you? Hm?” You purr while reaching down to palm the sizable bulge in his pants. He lets out the softest whine, involuntary bucking into your touch and that’s all it takes to send Sanemi over the edge. He grips Giyuu’s hair and pulls him flush against his pelvis, leaving Giyuu’s nose nestled against his little patch of white hair while he empties himself down his throat.

The scene he’s left with is downright lewd. Cum drips down the corners of Giyuu’s mouth as he pants, catching his breath and trying to ignore his own aching cock. You gently run your fingers through Giyuu’s hair and kiss his cheek before grabbing his hair and tugging it hard, pulling another whine from his (now sore) throat. “Poor baby, all tired out…I’ll clean you up, m’kay?”

You hold your grip on his hair, moving his head close to yours and kissing him. You hold him in place and start licking up his chin and mouth, cleaning up the rest of the cum he couldn’t swallow. He’s utterly embarrassed but he can’t bring himself to say anything in the state he’s in. Sanemi chuckles. “All you can do is sit there and take it, huh?” And Giyuu only becomes redder, unable to fight the embarrassment.

“Hey, stop teasing. I think he deserves to be pampered a bit…” You say before rubbing your hand over his bulge again. “He hasn’t even cum yet.” Giyuu looks at you pleadingly, pushing his hips up into your hand. “Please…” the word almost comes out as a whisper, but far more desperate. It’s almost timid, the way he’s staring at you and begging for more. “I..I need it. P-please make me cum…”

You feel heat rush to your core at his words and you kiss him again. “Of course, I’ll take care of you…how could I say no after you asked so sweetly?” You unzip his pants and pull out his cock, flushed and dripping with pre-cum. Your thighs clench at the sight and you lightly squeeze his length, earning you another whimper from the desperate man.

You bite your lip and start pumping him slowly, eyes glued to his cock as if it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. His breathing is labored, the pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock after waiting so long. “Untie his hands, won’t you Sanemi? You’ve toyed with him enough.”

The wind hashira complies, only slightly disgruntled. “There we go, that’s better.” You say with a smile. Almost immediately, Giyuu’s hands wrap around your shoulders. “Aww, you poor thing…you just wanted to be held, huh?” You continue praising him and bring your free hand up to the back of his head, holding him while he clings to you and hides his face in your neck. A few moments pass and he starts to leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck and you feel something wet on your shoulder. Is he crying?

Your brows furrow at his pitiful disposition and you kiss his head before whispering into his ear. “Are you close?”

He nods frantically and his hips stutter, thrusting into your hand. You speed up the pace of your strokes and run your thumb over his slit a few times, trying to coax out his orgasm. The way you’re tugging at his cock has him moaning into your shoulder so pathetically that you swear you could cum just from the sound of his voice. You lace your hands through his hair once again and pull it back before bringing his face up to yours for a kiss. He lets out a muffled moan against your lips, crystalline tears dripping from his eyes and it’s all just too much. His hips buck and he spills over your hand, cum spurting onto both of your uniforms. Sanemi is left watching, speechless, at the debauched sight of the two of you. The amount of cum Giyuu produces is honestly astonishing, some of it landing on his own chest and a small amount still dribbling out of his cock well after you thought he was done.

GYOMEI

really nervous at first but you promised him it wouldn't hurt

definitely have to start out gently because he might get overwhelmed

slowly melts at the sensation of you stretching him out for you and he gets so adorably fuzzy <3

when you first nail his prostate, he lets out the cutest whine and arches his back for you so prettily

covers his mouth/face with his (large) hands if he has to make eye contact with you because he's embarrassed at how needy he's sounding and looking

cums almost embarrassingly fast if you coo at him as you fuck him to tears

GIYUU

a little hesitant but he trusts you a lot

you get to watch his usually calm self fall apart the moment you start pouring lube onto his hole

lets out a shaky, suppressed moan when you first brush past his prostate with your fingers

he's trying to hold himself together because he didn't know it'd feel this good, and that he could be so close to cumming when you haven't even laid a finger on his dick yet

almost wails when you pick up the speed, his hands gripping at the sheets so tightly they might rip

his orgasm is sudden and you're just as surprised as he was

KYOJURO

he's half eager half anxious

doesn't know how it'll go at all but he wants to indulge in your kinks as much as you indulged in his

smile gets wobbly when you bring out the strap though

he's watching everything you're doing with a hazy, lustful look in his eyes, observing as your fingers thrust in and out of his ass, whimpering softly when you add another one

he's good for you, fighting to keep his legs open even when the pleasure's so good that he's tossing his head back

lets out unabashedly loud sounds when you replace your fingers with the strap, his poor dick twitching with desperation

I think he'd beg you to let him touch himself but cums before he even gets three strokes in

KOKUSHIBO

now i don't really know how you convinced him, but he's cautious about it

it's not that he doesn't trust you as his lover, but he wasn't fond of exploring something new like that (after being alive for that long it's understandable)

all his six eyes are fixated on you, watching everything you do

somehow still catches him very off-guard when you press down on his prostate and he lets out a loud groan, thighs trembling softly

I think he'd prefer a slightly rougher pace and it gets him all breathless and whimpery

almost cries out that it's a bit too much when you start to push the strap in, but he bit his lip out of the need to preserve what little dignity he had left

definitely start arching his back and his eyes get half-lidded, some rolling to the back of his head and some fluttering shut from the pleasure

cums hard and it hits him like an absolute truck

DOUMA

oh now he definitely knows what pegging is, but has never done it before

letting you shove a dick up his ass? do you think this man has no pride?

he ends up letting you, however, because why deny himself the pleasure?

really really likes it and the way you look when you're focused all on him

does taunt you a bit at the start but his cheekiness quickly leaves when you start to hammer at his prostate

I think he'd like it if you fucked him from the back and pressed his head against the pillow, even if its the first time for him

cums with a near pathetic cry

AKAZA

definitely trusts you with it, but like everyone else he's just a little bit nervous

absolutely fascinated by how much he can stretch out, actually, and likes the sting of it

he gets all flushed and starts panting after a few minutes of your fingering, and asked you to put it in him because he's ready (he's scared he'll cum before you do anything real)

the moment you push the head of the strap in he's slightly regretting not letting you prep him more

ruined as he grunts and cries out because it's just so good and might be his new favourite thing in the world

would be really turned on if you held his hand or pinned it down when you peg him

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢_𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 !

#_ 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐰𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐜𝗼𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 <3, 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝗼𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝗼𝐜𝐤! 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 & 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 !

You would think that there would be a line, maybe a boundary that Uzui wouldn’t cross, even though he teases you relentlessly like a child. You’d figure that this time around, when he spots you in the very back of the library, completing an essay that’s not due for weeks, he’d do what he always does— childish antics like closing your computer shut or maybe stealing a couple of the books you need for research. Teasing you about being a virgin? Is understandable; he’s done it before. But offering his body to “help” you get rid of it now is new and dangerous.

“What’re you thinking about?” Uzui’s cheeky tone comes from slightly under the table— where’s he not hidden at all, a hand caressing your inner thigh and a soft whine tears from your lips. You don’t wanna look at all but you can’t help it, it’s humiliating as it is equally hot how Uzui looked under you, your cock in his hot hands and mouth just inches away. “You don’t get to think about anything else but me right now, got it?”

You can only mumble out a weak apology when Uzui’s pretty pink tongue pokes out of his lips, and swirls around the head of your cock. Muffling a cry with a mouthful of your sweater, hands clutching the seat of your chair as your hips shake and buck erratically at the pleasure; ‘n Uzui doesn’t try to stop your eagerness, lips wrapping around your leaking head and keens while he jerks the rest of your aching cock off.

“C-coming, ‘m coming! Pleasepleaseplease—” it should be embarrassing how quick you are to release, but Uzui’s mouth feels so good; not even fully sucking you off but his mouth feels so hot ‘n wet that you can’t help chasing for more pleasure. Your vision fades and your body spasms from the hard orgasm that hits you, coming into Uzui’s eager awaiting mouth with a high moan that you can only pray doesn’t echo throughout the library.

Uzui let’s go if you spent dick with a wet pop and presses one, two, three kisses against the girth of your cock, peering up at you through thick lidded lashes as he studies your fucked expression.

“Such a pretty dick wasted on someone like you,” he snides in that same tone you know all too well, “But it’s okay, ‘m make teach ya how to use it to fuck someone good, you got it?”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮_𝐤𝐲𝗼𝐣𝐮𝐫𝗼 !

#_𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝗺., 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝗼𝐤𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐤) !

Rengoku strives to please you; you’re so sweet to him, and he lives off the attention and the praise that leaves your lips whenever he’s been good. He’ll follow your orders as best as he can, ‘cuz it’s not his fault that he sometimes gets too excited and overstimulated, ‘k? You just get him so worked up he can’t help it!

It’s not his fault he got excited in the mist of studying, it’s all yours, you, with your stupid pretty face and your hands that grip his inner thigh, where he’s so sensitive and he just can’t help but get hard! But you’re so good to him and you’ll give him exactly what he needs; you’ll let him indulge himself just this once, let him use your dick however he pleases.

“Does it feel good?” you ask with difficulty, throat burning as sharp gasps leave your mouth. Rengoku fucks himself on you hard, lifting his hips up ‘till just your tip in, then slamming his hips down. Both of your thighs slap together and you can’t help but wheeze out at every thrust, his muscular body weighing hard on top of your own.

“F-feels good— want more, please,” Rengoku babbles, hands grasping your shirt in an effort to steady himself. He can feel his knees and thighs burn, ‘n he feels tired but it feels so good as well, his cock still hard and leaking even after coming a few times.

“Greedy little thing,” you hum, after Rengoku pulls you into a messy kiss. “Greedy boy wants to be stuffed full of come, huh? Is that what you want?”

You breath stutters as you feel so close to coming, hands gripping Rengoku’s waist and fucking up into his tight cunt as best as you can. Rengoku’s legs give out at that force, and he can’t do anything but moan and drool as you continue to thrust erratically.

“W-wan’it,” he whines, pressing his lips against your neck to mark; and the slight pain only adds to the pleasure for you. “You’re close, right? Want your c-cum— in me, my stomach, want it all, wanna be stuffed by you—”

His words only send you to the edge, fucking up into him as you orgasm, thick ropes of cum being stuffed into his tight hole, just like he wanted it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮_𝐭𝗼𝗺𝐢𝗼𝐤𝐚 !

#_𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐞𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝗺𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝗺𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

“I try to be so nice to you, but you can’t be fucking grateful, can you? You’re such a whore that you can’t come unless someone’s pushing you down ‘n being a ‘lil mean to you, huh?”

Giyuu can only whine in agreement, slightly muffled noises from your hand pressing against his mouth. His hips try desperately to rut back against you, eager for more despite what you’re already giving him. His body urges for more; the stretch, the burn, more pain; the sting of it all makes him so needy his little cock can’t help but get hard.

“Oi, arch your back more.” you demand, pressing a harsh slap against his thigh, which was surely going to leave a mark on his easily bruising skin. He tries his best to follow your demands, he really does! But his body aches so much from multiple orgasms that he can barely move a muscle :(.

Giyuu can only whimper as his lax body is easily manhandled into whatever position you desire, not even caring about the condition his body is in. He likes it a little too much, the stack of bruises on his body, old marks barely fading already covered by new ones— marking him as yours, and only yours.

“Fuck, your cunt feels so good.” You growl, hips slamming against him, “gonna cum, you better take it like a good fucking girl.”

Giyuu tries to speak, voice his agreement, because there’s nothing more he’d want that than you to fill him like he deserves— but you’re so animalistic; shoving his head down into the drool soaked sheets (his mess) so he can’t speak, only muffled whines and noises of pain and pleasure can be heard.

Your hand yanks at his hair and pull him up an his knees; grabbing his throat to lead his face to yours, pulling him into an messy tongue filled kiss. His whines get higher, needier, rising in octaves that’ll surely have his throat sore tomorrow.

Giyuu thinks it’ll definitely be worth it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢_𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 !

#_𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱?, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢, 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝗼𝐭𝐭𝗼𝗺 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝗺𝐢, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐭𝗼𝐩 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐰! 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 !

“How many times do I have to say ‘you’re mine’ for you to finally understand?”

You can only gasp as Sanemi’s rough hand grabs your chin harshly, getting extremely close to your face. He sneers at the confused whine that leaves your lips at his statement. He hates it; seeing other whores flocking around you like you’re a piece of meat— you are, but only his. He thought he made that very clear since the first time you fucked; seems like he’s gotta etch it into your dumb brain for you to understand.

“Head back. Now.” But he’s already gripping the back of your hair and forcing it into the place he wants without giving you a chance to respond. Breath fanning over the juncture between your neck and shoulder has you shivering — in fear or desperation, you can’t tell. He revels in that fear and unknowingness emitting off of you.

His hips finally start moving— agonizingly slow; grinding his hips and cock up against your stomach. The whine that emits from your throat is needy, impatient; but you know better than to move. Sanemi’s lips come to suck on your neck, leaving small hickies in his wake— every nip at your skin has you keening, hips twitching desperately at every grind of Sanemi’s.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he whines, his grinding picking up in speed, yet not enough to bring you closer to the brink. Your eyes water, stuttering words of; “please, faster” and “Sanemi, sir” leave your drooling mouth. Sanemi thinks you look so good like this. Below him, submitting to him. As you should and always will be. Just seeing you like this gets him so close.

You feel yourself being knocked from all air as he finally— finally picks up the pace; rough and fast, chasing desperately for his release. Being denied from pleasure for so long has you so close too, and Sanemi cries; “c’mon, fuck me. Make me come!” has you gripping his thick thighs and thrusting up in and erratic rhythm.

“Sanemi, Sanemi, ‘m coming—! Lemme cum, please? I wanna—” you vision blurs and your mouth opens in a silent cry as Sanemi bites— teeth digging into your shoulder as a final push to make you cum; he can taste the copper on his tongue and feel the warmth of your cum filling his hole. His eyes role back in ecstasy as he reaches his own release.

The bite mark on your neck will surely remind you that you’re his. And when it fades, he’ll just do it again.