#urami x reader

For months now, all you've been doing has led you to this moment. Each carefully planned step executed with perfection, with precision. All the nights spent squirming in excitement as you watched it all progress and unfold should finally accumulate into a prosperous end.

At least, you hoped it would.

Every single day has been spent wearing Urami down to the bone. Ensuring he never has a moment of relaxation or peace, always having his stress levels sky high and intense.

It was a necessity, actually. Not because you were cruel, but because you were needy.

It started small, at first.

Hiding his keys often enough to make him tense and pace around the house in an agitated prowl, searching for his car keys with that adorably attractive pinch to his thick eyebrows. Nose scrunched like an angry cat padding around, looking for an escaped mouse.

Then you began to incorporate some mild weaponized incompetence into your daily routine.

Messing up dishes, laundry, cleaning.

Turning his whites into pink was an accident, not necessarily your fault! Women can be a bit ditzy, can't they? Oh, and the dishes... well, sometimes you get a bit dazed dealing with his sons. It wasn't your fault.

Urami visibly held back each and every time from blowing up at you, clearly. While he had a good hold on his temperament and wrath, that didn't mean he felt in any less strongly than any other person.

He just knew how to reel it in, put a lid on it, and allow it to simmer into deep rooted resentment instead.

However, he did love you. So his patience endured far longer than it would for anyone else, which you knew about very well—and continued to push.

Pushing for sex became yet another step, although that one was far more enjoyable.

For you, at least.

Being busy constantly, now with extra chores on top of it all—well, it took a massive hit to Urami's libido. And that was with a man who usually only felt up to having sex with you two times a week, on average.

Nagging became constant, begging for him to give in a daily occurrence.

It was at that point he started snapping at you more frequently, glaring holes into your soul with those striking eyes of his as he hissed at you, vitriol and exhausting clinging to his words both.

"Damn it, woman! I said 'no'." He'd glower at you, tilting his chin down like a a predator about to bare its fangs. Furious by your relentless persistence. "I'm tired. I told you that, so stop asking."

Which was exactly when you'd bring in the guilt tripping, the tears, and the threat of leaving to find some cheap hookup to satisfy your needs. Hell, sometimes you'd even throw in a 'special masseuse' idea to tick Urami off even further.

And each and every time; Urami would initially react with indignant rage at the prospect of you valuing your relationship so little, that you'd jump to cheating for simply being turned down.

But then comes the exhaustion.

The worn down barries that makes him prone to your demands more than he has the energy to fight it.

It did mean you had a much easier time placing your hands on top of his gorgeous body. Fingers circling his nipples as you played with them in tandem to your thrusts up and down. Pinching at them, rolling them around.

So every single night, you have sex.

You ride him like a Queen on her throne, taking all of him that you can inside as you watch from above with pearls of pleasured saline staining your lashes. Moans trickling out past your lips with every grind, every plunge.

Sometimes his eyes look dull, but it doesn't matter in the end.

Sucking on them.

Every single time you took him; you would stimulate his chest. Getting them hard and perky, causing Urami to hitch ever so slightly when you do it just right. Proving his increased sensitivity like it was a light from above.

And now, finally—he seemed almost at his wits end.

With a still toddler aged Zohakuten running around, and four other older, yet still adolescent boys draining his mental state on the daily—you were ready to try and get exactly what you wanted out of this little experiment.

Not only had you allowed Urogi and Karaku free reign in the kitchen before Urami came home from work, resulting in a minor fire (and a lot of smoke) to form in the oven—but you had also 'accidentally' left the laptop out for the day, meaning that Aizetsu had taken the opportunity to search up some pretty intense porn on Urami's backup work computer.

Adds more stress on his plate, so why not?

He'd been so exhausted, that Urami hadn't even shouted or scolded his sons when he got home.

Simply staring at the mess, their awkward smiles, your unassuming one...

And simply walked past everyone in silence, heading straight for his bedroom.

Aw, how cute.

You grabbed your phone and followed suit, closing the door behind you as you crawled into bed with your boyfriend. Placing yourself between his legs and staring at him like a mischievous cat.

"Not right now, love..." Urami grumbled, not even sparing you a glance as his hand stayed firmly placed on his face. Rubbing slow circles across his temples in an effort to ease his aching migraine that was rapidly becoming worse by the second.

With a giggle, you ignored him. Placing your own hands onto his collar, fingers working slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Don't worry, babe. I'll be quick."

Lazily yet effectively, Urami grabs one of your wrists with his free hand. Sending you a weakened glare. "I said no... I really can't, not right now."

Then, more silent. Resigned, he adds;

"... Later."

But you didn't want later.

Instead of heeding his plea, you simply pull your wrist free to turn on your phone. Finding the video you had saved and pressing play, ensuring that the audio was on full blast.

Resulting in an immediate loud cry to emit from your speakers.

A baby's cry.

A baby wailing.

Urami stiffens, brows furrowing down as he blinks rapidly in confusion. Turning his head to stare at your phone, absolutely not having expected that of all things to start playing.

"I... What?"

In the midst of his confusion, you take the opportunity to open his shirt down to his waist. Yanking it apart as you immediately latch onto one of his nipples, sucking and licking it like a woman starved.

All while your other hand palms at the other, roughly stimulating the sensitive nub beneath your touch.

Urami hissed slightly, attention turning back onto you as he looks down to see you already attacking his chest like some hungry animal. "Christ, woman—stop it!"

With a push, he shoves you off. Sending you an incredulous look as he grabbed your phone and hit pause on the recording, staring at you as if you had grown two separate heads.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I'm trying to make you lactate, Rami."

A beat of silence passes between the two of you. All Urami could do was stare at you, shocked and silent.

So shocked, even he felt his jaw drop a little.

"I—What?" Blinking rapidly, he almost tried to shake his head as if he misheard. Clearly believing that his constant stress was now making him hear things that aren't actually there. "Lactating??"

Yet you remain completely serious, sat there like this was the most normal thing in the entire world.

"Yup. Lactating." You confirmed, smiling as you tried to inch closer again for another go at his chest.

But Urami presses a large hand between your own breasts, keeping you at a distance.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He growls at you, looking both slightly humiliated as well as utterly baffled. "I'm a man, you imbecile. I don't fucking lactate."

"Well, you could! With enough hormonal imbalances and like, baby cries or whatever. Don't stress do that to people?"

A muscle twitches in Urami's face, his eyelid straining itself not to squeeze close as he glared at you. "... Have you been doing this on purpose, girl?"

A small noncommited hum vibrates against your throat, lips tugging down into an exaggerated frown as you tilt your head side to side. "Ehh... Maybe?"

"Unbelievable." Muttered out past parted lips, Urami wanted to just get up and leave for a hotel in that moment. Yet had no energy or willpower to even shift away from you properly, let alone get up and walk.

"I just really want to taste your milk, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I won't stop until you let me try!"

At this point, Urami was utterly and truly at the end of his rope. He hadn't gotten a chance to just be on his own for the sake of relaxation for so long, his mental state was deteriorating, and his body constantly ached from overuse.

He didn't have the strength to keep arguing with you on this.

"... Fine."

An excited, high pitched squeal screeched itself free from your throat as you immediately launched yourself back onto his chest. Fumbling with the phone to press play on those asinine and obnoxious cries once more, all while you lovingly provided suction for Urami's nipples.

Urami was uncomfortable, almost feeling like he wanted to squirm with the desire to just push you away once more—but he forced himself to endure.

For the first time in a very long time, years even; Urami was trying to not cry.

He felt so defeated. Like a commodity for his own girlfriend to use like some toy or doll, not a partner to be cared for when he was clearly struggling.

Yet he keeps those thoughts to himself.

At least he had someone who stuck by him, even with his multitude of red flags. So you always tell him, and he knows its true.

So he has no room to complain.

...

And you?

That's why she didn't mind when he cheated on her. He, of course, couldn't stand her doing the same, until she started seeing other women. Urami could look past infidelity as long as he could sexualize it. Cuckolding simply didn't hold the same allure as the homophobic fetishization of sapphic relationships.

So naturally, when you stood under mistletoe with your boss, you couldn't help yourself. It was a party for crying out loud, celebration floating in the air as the future Mrs. Kibutsuji showed off her ring to various guests, ecstatic to be elevated from paid whore to fiancé.

You stood on your tip toes, heart pounding as you made the leap. Your lips pressed together in a one-sided embrace, drowning your senses on the sake lingering on his breath, ignoring the way Karaku's face contorted with shock, then mild amusement. He had known his father was unfaithful in marriage, but not with you, and never so publicly.

Mistresses had been punished severely for less. But you didn't care. You could only feel a dull throb of excitement between your legs when he ordered, “My room, now.”

The throb didn't vanish when he bent you over his knee. In fact, it only amplified. Your pussy pounded to the beat of your heart, already wet from his impending punishment. Your thighs press together as his leather belt was traced over your hamstrings. Typically, he raised only a hand to you. But he could not allow such measures for this kind of infraction.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to smooth things over with my brats?” He flipped your skirt over your ass, staring at it in contempt. “Answer me, whore!”

You could feel your answer pressed into your abdomen. “Very.”

“Look at you.” He rubbed two fingers against your damp panties, teasing your hole. “Fucking soaked and I haven't even touched you.”

“Only for y-” You cut yourself off by yelping, his belt taking you by surprise. It wasn't a hard strike, just enough to shut you up, making your arousal grow from a small blossom to a full bloom. Subconsciously, your hips rock against his thigh, desperate for an inkling of friction.

“You will speak when I tell you to speak.” Cool leather was drug over your heated skin. “Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, in love with how pliant you were. Deep in his mind, he considered faking an accident for his wife in order to openly indulge in your obedient nature. He could only swallow his sigh, knowing he would only resort to such matters should you fall pregnant. “Now, you remember the rules?”

“Yes sir.” Your teeth dragged across your bottom lip in anticipation. With each whip of his belt, you were to count and thank him. Should you fail, he would use the buckle to strike you rather than leather.

Your muscles tensed as leather connected with your rear end; a harsh blow, but he was merciful enough to not leave welts. Despite his cruelty, he was a gentleman through and through. Sure, you were his assistant. But with Urami as your boss, you never had to so much as touch a door. With old-school, debonair chivalry, he had taken over your life by storm, claiming your every fantasy and dream, an obsession you didn't mind.

“One...” Your voice came out strained yet chipper, eager for more, desiring him entirely. Your panties clung to you, sticky in sap. “Thank you, Daddy.”

His cock twitched, in love with the seductive innocence laced in your tone. It took a lot, but he could train you like a pet, schooling you in obedience. His calloused palm ran along the curve of your ass, melting the pain away with the friction. Then his touch was replaced with the cold leather, sensually rubbing your plush before striking you once more.

“Two… thank you, sir,” you managed to choke out as your throat constricted.

This pattern repeated seemingly endlessly, Urami brutually spanking you, creating painful contusions like a springtime flower blossoming to life. Your flesh became adorned in watercolor paintings, littering your skin in crimson droplets as he broke it. Smugness enveloped him like a blanket as you whimpered out a final countdown and thank you.

He had never felt prouder.

Not when Sekido took his first steps, or Karaku his first word. Frankly, he wished Karaku would shut up. Ever since he learned to speak, the nonsense had been a constant thorn in his side. He wasn't this proud when Aizetsu skipped grades as a child, flaunting his intellect. He wasn't — well, he had never been proud of Urogi. Any half-witted man could impregnate a bitch, especially from his bloodline.

“You don't even deserve my cock, but what else are you good for?” Urami helped stand you up, lustfully eyeing you up and down as his large hands grasped your waist. You unbuttoned and lowered his pants for him, reinforcing his misogynistic mindset. In his eyes, assistants were nothing more than easy cocksleeves desperate for a promotion that would never come. “Better you than my whore wife I suppose.”

You climbed onto his lap, ass burning as you settled over his thighs. But you couldn't possibly care less, not with him pulling out his massive cock that always hit the right spots. “She doesn't deserve you.”

Urami's oversized hands roughly grabbed at your hips, helping you to line up your soaked cunt with the tip of his cock. Sex with his wife had long been a chore for him, something neither of them wanted to engage in unless they required another heir. With five sons, what was the use in seeking out each other's warmth? Lovers were far superior at scratching their itches of sexual desire.

He would much rather stretch out your tiny pussy, chuckling to himself as you struggled to adjust to the size. The way you whimpered feeling the veiny ridges glide along your walls drove him crazy. In fact, everything about you had him hopelessly infatuated, and his resentment towards his wife only amplified this feeling.

The perfume you wore smelled far sweeter, an intoxicating aroma that held him hostage. He wasn't necessarily the sentimental type, but you had him wrapped around his finger. Should you ask, he'd put you in Karaku's spot in the will. Frankly, he was a little glad that you hadn't asked. He never expected Karaku to amount to much. The only thing that lazy sack of shit had going for him was his taste in women.

Your lip gloss was much smoother, sweeter even, a taste he had long since memorized. He'd hold his wife at night, trying to shake the grip you had on him, only to dream about holding you in her place. On second thought, perhaps he should eliminate his wife. She had long since served her purpose seeing as their youngest would soon become a man. Not to mention, you were far more pliant — far more agreeable than her. What kind of man didn't want to upgrade to a trophy wife?

The muscles in your face scrunched up with your pussy still not allowing him to fully sheath him inside. Your tight ways muttered endlessly around his girthy cock, adorning it in butterfly kisses. A gentle squeeze that Urami prayed would never go away, he couldn't bear to have you leave his side. He'd sooner lie, steal, and kill for you than allow you your full autonomy — not that he would ever admit it.

“You look so beautiful trying to take it like that,” he praised, pushing down on your hips, reveling in the small gasp that escaped your throat, “Such a cum hungry slut. I bet you'd let me fuck you for an audience.”

His early meeting with Kibutsuji may have inspired Urami's sudden intrigue in public humiliation, but he didn't mean a word of it. He was far too much of a gentleman to allow others to participate in your degradation. In public, he'd ensure you never walked on the side of traffic or touched a door. In private, you'd be acquainted with his belt.

“T-thank you, sir.” You writhed in his muscular arms, barely managing to utter a word. If you didn't know better, you'd swear he was pressed against your lungs, preventing you from taking a full breath. Your arms looped around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as you began to slowly bounce on it, stuttering for air with each rock of your hips.

His hand pressed firmly to your lower abdomen. “Feel that, darling? Taking it so deep like a good girl.” Your cunt clenched at the praise, enveloping him tighter in your velvety walls. Painful bliss coursed through your veins as he nestled himself into your cervix, grinding into the protective tissue. “S'tight, like you were made for me.”

Your fingers curled in his long locks of hair, head nodding along the crook of his neck before burying itself in it. “All yours.”

That settled it. You'd become his bride by spring. His sons would grow to understand eventually.

A hand retreated from your hips, leaving you to unsteadily ride him like a stallion. Before you could bring yourself to complain, Urami pressed his thumb into your clit, rubbing circles into the puffy bud with the rough pad on his thumb. A shiver ran down your spine and your arms wrapped around him tighter for dear life.

Wet, hot tears dribbled down your cheeks, soaking into his pores. Your damp eyelashes were utterly saturated, unable to blink back the waterfall pouring from your lash line. The sclera of your eyes were adored with a red hue, irritated from the wet salt.

“Ngh!” you cried, lips vibrating against his hot, sunkissed skin.

“Just a little more, darling.” He laid a kiss atop the crown of your head. “You take me so well, such a good, little whore.”

With one hand, he guided you to fuck yourself harder on his cock, simultaneously thrusting into you to meet your insatiable demands. With the other, he had you seeing stars. Your vision was blurred with white dots fading into the background. Respite was nowhere in sight as tears continued to impede on your vision.

A coil began to form in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter until you completely burst. Your pussy pulsated, milking him for all his worth, begging him for droplets of his seed, begging for a baby. You knew he had lied to his wife about getting a vasectomy, but couldn't bring yourself to care; it wasn't as though he was sleeping with her anyway. You could fill in where she had failed, greedily wrecking the poor woman's home.

NSFW

Breeding kink. I mean c'mon, is he really a Hantengu Clone without one?

If you want to be with him, you better want kids. He wants at LEAST five. Bare minimum.

Massive Size kink. He will press down on a lover’s stomach so they can feel just how deep he is fucking them

Spanks his significant other as a punishment. Not afraid to teach them discipline by bending them over his knee. And no, he would not be moved by their tears. This hurts him more than it hurts them.

Prefers missionary or mating press positions.

Could break a cervix if he isn't careful.

I think he would be amazing at foreplay. I mean, he kind of has to be at his size. Fingers his lover until they're about to, or already have come undone.

Aftercare is where I think he struggles a bit more. But he will always help clean his lover up.

Day One: KarakuxFem! Reader Cockwarming

Is already up. I'm also planning on

Day Two: Sex Work, Zohakuten x Fem! Reader

Day Three: Omegaverse, Saneraku x Reader

Day Sixteen: Age Gap + Humiliation, Hantengu x Fem! Reader

Day Twenty Nine: Breeding Kink, Urogi x Fem! Reader

Day Thirty: Incest, Stepbrother!Aizetsu x Fem!Reader