tatsu

might my ooc, but i had a vision (my smut writing is so dew dew i know 😔💔)

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you don’t know how you got here.

one moment you were waiting patiently for you husband to return, wanting to hold him after his tiring duties as firelord.

the next he has you at his desk, legs open and slick with your arousal and his precum, humping and rutting into you desperately.

the table shakes with every thrust of his hips, the mirror cool against your sweat slicked back.

his long hair loose, creating a curtain around you both, his face buried in your neck, letting out desperate sobs and moans of your name.

his jaw drops and his eyes roll back at the way you clench around him and grab his hair.

“my flame, h-hah~ i love you— i love you, i love you—“ he slurs out between sloppy kisses to your throat.

he pulls out hastily and manoeuvres you with your legs wider, your thy highs on his shoulders.

he dives his tongue deep into your folds, slurping and kissing your slit. 

he gasps out needy exclamations of love between filthy slurps and swallows.

you clutch at his hair desperately, he moans in response, gasping your name.

he grabs your ass and moves you against his face.

“fuck— use me, ride my face— wanna make you feel good— i’m sorry for leaving you alone, i’m sorry for leaving her alone—“ he breathes out, suckling your clit greedily.

he buries his tongue deep inside your gummy walls, swallowing your arousal greedily.

your hips buck against his face, riding his tongue shamelessly now, his nose grinding against your clit deliciously.

you feel your eyes roll back as you finally reach your peak, sobbing out his name.

he swallows every drop, thick swallows, his adams apple bobbing.

he looks up at you, rising once more, cupping your face. 

his golden eyes staring at you, his thumbs wiping away sweat.

“i’m sorry, fire lily— i’m sorry for leaving you and her alone…”

he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“let me run you a bath and take care of you properly hm?”

Kokushibo/Michikatsu

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you felt like you were going to die.

the overwhelming sensations between your legs sending shockwaves throughout your body, your thighs shake around the demons head.

his hands holding you steady, grounding you as he continues his relentless assault onto your cunt.

Michikatsu had never felt any romantic connection or intimacy before, even with his wife, that was until he had met you.

ever since Kokushibo set his eyes on you, he knew you were different from the rest.

watching you from the shadows as you tended to sick and injured villagers, tending to the flowers in your garden.

he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

the first time you met him in person, beside a moonlit lake where the crickets and other critters sing.

yet they were silent, for now.

he stood there, his one hand clenched tightly around the handle of his blade, the pale skin of his knuckles whitening even more.

he had expected disgust or fear, but you?

you had showed curiosity.

you were definitely going to die.

his calloused hands held your thighs wide open, giving him better access to your core.

lewd slurping and swallowing along with your moans if ecstasy are the only sounds heard in him chambers.

he revels in your moans, how you grip his maroon locks tight enough to hurt a human.

the lights of the infinity castle faintly peek through the shoji, painting his pale and scarred skin a light yellow hue.

“my star,” he rumbles out between sloppy kisses, his low voice sending vibrations through your cunt.

“you taste divine—“ he breathes, licking a long stripe up your slit, plunging two cold fingers into your gummy walls whilst suckling on your sensitive bud.

his unoccupied hand frees you, allowing you thighs to lock around his head.

your thighs tremble around him as he continues his mission to make you come, you fingers undo his pony, long maroon locks tickling your skin as you grind helplessly against his face.

Kokushibo lets out a deep groan, doubling his efforts. curling his fingers to find the spot that makes your eyes roll back.

the familiar feeling begins to coil in your belly, he rests his hand atop your stomach.

“let go for me, my star. i will catch you.” he breathes, not command, but rather grounding you with his firm tone.

you sob out his name as you finally reach your peak, your hips bucking against his face.

he coaxes you through your orgasm, his motions slow and controlled, slurping your juices greedily, unwilling to waste a drop.

“my heart, you’ll be the death of me—“ he gasps out between filthy slurps.

“and i will thank you for it—“ he rises, slowly undoing his belt.

“now. let me take care of you, my star. properly this time.”

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