#Genya smut

[mysicklove]

trying to convince your sub to dom you one time, just to watch how adorably flustered they get and overwhelmed within seconds. blink at them from beneath them, while dramatically crying out words they said to you in the past just to watch their face flush with embarrassment when they recognize them. their hands get all shaky, and you know that they just want to stop, to have you take the lead again, but they want to be good and listen to your request. so they give off shaky commands, "l-lay down....please?"

you have two different options in this situation, one, to listen to their commands, smiling at them the entire time to see how long they last without asking for help. or two, saying something along the lines of, "yeah? make me." just to see their facade crumble, clinging onto you immediately, and stammering out apologies, trying to get you to coo at them again. to finally take the lead again.

Tamaki Amajiki, Eijiro Kirishima, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Armin Arlert, Mitsuri Kanroji, Genya Shinazugawa, Toge Inumaki, Tanjiro Kamado, Seishiro Nagi

[judyx526]

Genya Shinazugawa NSFW Alphabet

Note: I normally don’t post on Tumblr at all. But I noticed a lack of Genya fan fiction and it seems a lot of people feel this way, so I made a simple one. Genya is 4+ years older for this, so he’s around 20-21. This is 18+ kids... I know where to find you. 

A=Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

The king of aftercare. He makes sure you’re taken care of and comfortable. Always grabs a damp towel and water after doing the deed. Need more pillows and blankets? You name it and he’ll grab it. Want to soak in the bath? Man’s booking it with you in his arms to the bathroom. Considering his father was an abusive jackass to his own mother and did more harm than good, so he’ll do anything to take care of you.

 ---

“Are.. Ahem are you alright?” Genya croaked

After catching your breath, your hands soothed their way into his thick hair. A smile graced your lips as you nodded, “Yeah… I am a little thirsty though.”

He stared at you for a moment then set his forehead on yours and responded with “Alright..”

Within minutes, Genya was running a warm, damp towel along your thighs and stomach while you drank some water. Once you were finished, you gently stopped him from overcleaning and pulled him into an embrace, a small blush evident on his cheeks as you pressed his face against your chest. The man was asleep in seconds as you massaged his scalp, and pressed kisses to his head.

B=Body Part(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On himself, he likes his arms. Despite not having the best confidence in himself, he knows he can depend on his strength, whether it be to protect or please you.

On you, he loves your neck and thighs. Though he’ll never admit it out loud, he loves leaving marks on both spots. Especially on your thighs. There’s just something about biting and sucking on such sensitive areas that drives him crazy and makes him want to leave more than intended.

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Your legs were starting to cramp from how long he’d been holding them on top of his shoulders. Even so, it was undeniable that Genya was enjoying himself and taking his time leaving hickies on your plump thighs. Despite the awkward position, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him because of how good his teeth felt on your skin. With a small tug on his hair, his dark eyes met yours with a hint of concern. A hum escaped your throat as you nudged his face closer to your entrance with a blush. Red enveloped his cheeks before pulling your hips closer to his face. This man was truly gonna be the death of you.

C=Cum

Most of the time, on your stomach or back. There’s something about making a mess of you that makes him go feral. Half the time, it’s what gets him going for another round.

However, every once in a while, he’ll release inside you and watch in awe as his cum seeps out. You always giggle a bit at his fascination with the staring, but you love it either way. You love seeing him go crazy from it, even if you end up walking funny later.

---

“Enjoying the view, love?”

Genya jolted a bit at the comment before muttering an apology.

“Don’t say sorry. I like it too.”

“Ah.. good to know.”

D=Dirty Secret

There’s not much Genya will keep from you, after all he promised to always be honest. However, he has had thoughts of you taking control over him more than usual. I.E. tying down his hands and feet while you have your way with him. Watching you ride him time and time again always gets his heart racing and his imagination running wild.

One other secret is the fact he likes it up the ass. How he found out was by pure accident. He was on top of you when your hand traveled down his back to grab his ass cheek and a couple of your fingers dipped into his hole. He didn’t even think you realized what you were doing considering how tight your grip was on his plump ass. Afterward when he happened to be on a solo mission, he reached down and tried it for himself. Let’s just say his face was beet red after. Overtime, he’s been working up the courage to ask you about it, but he gets too flustered by the time you’re in front of him. One day he’ll tell you. Hopefully.

E=Experience(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

This is Genya we’re talking about, the man blushes whenever he interacts with girls period. He was surprised with being able to pull you for himself. Once you had reached that critical point in your relationship where you two were getting a little too touchy, he was embarrassed to admit he’d never had sex before. But you didn’t blame him. Being in the Demon Slayer Corps didn’t grant either of you time to have that pleasure, even if it was for yourselves. However, the first time you two had sex was truly a once in a lifetime experience.

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“Um, Genya?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Can.. Can you kiss me for a minute? Please?”

His only response was to stare then place his lips on yours and rest his hips on yours. A moan hummed in your throat as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips. You felt one of his calloused palms cradle your face as the kiss became more passionate. Even knowing how strong he was, it made your heart swell with how gentle he was with you.

A few minutes later, you whispered his name and pulled away, cradling his face.

“Be gentle, okay?”

He simply nodded with a small smile then pecked your lips once more.

F=Favorite Position

You might as well be asking him to choose between you and his favorite meal. He can never truly pick a favorite position; however, he does have a top three:

1) Cowgirl

2) Missionary

3) Upstanding Citizen[basically fucking you against the wall]

He does have a weak spot for doggystyle, especially when he’s got a lot of energy and his confidence is higher than usual. He feels bad when you can’t feel your legs after, but you have no qualms or objection when he’s rougher. It’s a big turn on actually.

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This was the third round, and you two were just getting started. You had been separated for almost a month due to a really important mission he was assigned. Shinobu had just released him from the hospital as most of his injuries were healed. Your grip on his hair was almost terrifying as he held your thighs open and thrusted into you, pressing you back against the wooden wall. His face was buried into your neck with your head arched back.

“O-Oh! God, Genya… Right there!”

“Fuck…! I missed you so much, baby..”

His teeth attached themselves to your throat, causing a loud moan to echo through the room.

You had a lot of catching up to do.

G=Goofy(are they serious all the time or will they make you laugh?)

Genya has always been a serious man, just like his brother. That includes when you’re having sex.

But every once in a while, he’ll end up making you giggle while trying to be all stoic. It’s unintended, of course. However, if it makes you happy, he won’t mind. Your laugh is the music to his ears.

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“Heh.. G-Genya…” you utter out as you try not to laugh at the state of his wild hair nearly covering his eyes.

“Ah shit..” he cursed at himself as he tried to fix the mop of hair, slightly irritated he didn’t tie it up.

“It’s… It’s okay, love.. Pfft, r-really..”

“But you’re laughing!”

“Because it’s adorable!”

“I’m not supposed to be adorable, damnit!”

A laugh erupted from your chest as you held your stomach. You truly didn’t mean it, but his flustered attempts to make himself all serious for your sake was a bit comical. Genya made a move to get up with a huff but you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your embrace with a giggle.

“I promise it’s okay. I love it when you’re like this. You don’t have to be perfect for me. I love you for you.”

A small blush rushed to his cheeks before he pouted in defeat and muttered “Thanks..”

H=Hair(are they well-groomed?)

Even before he met you, he always made it a rule to keep himself well kept and clean. He’s an overall clean person despite his condition to consume demons. Genya keeps himself trimmed and well-groomed, though there are times he completely shaved off all the hair.

On you; however, he could care less if you were as smooth as a baby’s bum or as hairy as a bush, it won’t keep his oral fixation down. He’ll eat you out till you crush his head and suffocate him. ‘A hell of a way to die’ as Sanemi put it.

I=Intimacy(how are they in the moment?)

Considering how touch-starved he was when you two started seeing each other, the ‘intimacy’ was nonexistent to him. Slowly, you introduced him to it through holding his fingers and gently massaging his scalp. He practically fell asleep the first time he laid in your lap as you messed with his hair.

When it comes to sex, it came naturally to him. Simply from watching you be gentle with him of all things. Pressing his forehead to yours. Holding your hand. Checking in to make sure you’re okay. Hell, running his hands along your body to massage the aches out of your muscles. He loves doing it. He needs to be as close to you as physically possible.

J=Jack-Off(do they masturbate often?)

Genya can be a bit prideful, but not overly prideful. He understands his body has needs. But it doesn’t mean he’ll masturbate every single time. This is a man trained to be in control and calm at all times.

He won’t get himself off unless it’s truly unbearable. And even then, he tries to restrain himself until he’s with you again. He’s almost always in danger, he’d rather take his chances waiting for you. He cherishes every moment he spends with you.

K=Kink

Overall, Genya isn’t too kinky. He likes to keep things simple. The kinks he does have are truly stimulating.

1) Breeding Kink - This one is pretty obvious considering he loves watching his cum leak out of you. The thought of you being full with his kids isn’t a common thought, but a very tempting one.

2) Biting/Marking Kink - Another obvious one, afterall he leaves hickies all over your thighs, shoulders, and neck. Simply put: if someone sees them, it simply means ‘fuck off, she’s taken’ to any potential single man.

3) Choking Kink - When I mean choking kink, I mean it very mildly. Sometimes, he simply likes to hold onto your throat while he fucks you. However, he makes it a point for you to tell him if he’s squeezing you too much. Which thankfully hasn’t happened. Like I said, this guy has a lot of control over his strength.

4) Slight Manhandling Kink - In simple terms, he likes to hold your hands above your head and even toss you a bit. But only if you’re comfortable with it. This one is very slight as it only happens when he really needs to get his energy, and even frustration, out. 

L=Location(where do they like to have sex?)

Genya prefers to keep your sex lives in the bedroom. It’s the most private you guys can get and he wants to keep it that way. And again, he has a lot of self-control. You, on the other hand, have tested his patience a couple times.

There was only one time he fucked you outside the comfort of your bedroom. You two had a couple of drinks, and you thought it would be a good idea to tease him. He proceeded to fuck you behind a tree. He won’t admit it out loud, but it was a little fun.

M=Motivation(what turns them on, gets them going?)

He doesn’t need too much motivation when it comes to you. Just say the word and he’ll have you on your back in seconds. Then again, Genya always makes it a point to ask you if you were sure. Your consent is all he needs.

N=NO(something they will not do)

Genya will absolutely never inflict any pain on you. Too many people in this world suffer in pain every day. When he wants to have sex with you, he wants both of you to feel good. Period.

Despite it happening once, Genya is still firm in his belief to keep your sex lives in the bedroom. No one else needs to see you two in such a vulnerable position.

O=Oral(giving or receiving?are they good at it?)

When I tell you this man has an oral fixation, it’s almost always like he’s dying of thirst. He is a natural giver. Want you to sit on his face 24/7. Half the time you guys get intimate, it consists mostly of Genya with his face between your legs. There is a reason he has a strong jaw and sense of taste. Sometimes he gets a little ahead of himself and overstimulates you. But you love it. It just requires a small break in between rounds sometimes.

When it comes to receiving oral from you; however, Genya turns into an absolute blushing, blubbering mess. Tries not to cum too quickly, but you don’t mind. In fact, you try to get him to release a few times from your hands and mouth before actualling fucking. It’s when you use your tongue that truly drives him insane. Like he’s fisting your hair and almost throat fucking you(poor baby always worries about hurting you tho).

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Delicate fingers tug on Genya’s hair as his tongue laps up your folds, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. This was your third go around and the stimulation was starting to overwhelm your senses. He was always so insatiable when it came to tasting you. His grip on your hips and thighs were the only thing keeping you steady as you sat atop his face. You really wanted to treat him as well, but he refused to accept the praise until you’ve cum on his tongue at least four times. Truly vigorous this man.

“Genya….” You moaned and whimpered as your hips moved back and forth against his mouth.

“Fuck.. Fuck me, you taste amazing.” he mumbled on your folds

If this was heaven, he wanted to stay forever.

P=Pace(are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?)

It really depends. Most of the time, he wants to take his time with you. Passionate and sensual is the definition of a perfect night for you two.

On days he’s feeling extra spicy, he won’t hesitate to fuck the shit out of you. He will hold your hips so hard there will be handprints on your skin later. I’m talking there will be accessories and decorations shattered on the floor. Clothes? Torn to shreds. Furniture? Will be broken and replaced

Side Note: He feels embarrassed afterward and worries if he hurt you, but you’re a giggling mess. So, you just hold onto him and tell him you like that side of him. He blushes and accepts the affection.

Q=Quickie

Pretty much nonexistent. Like I said, this man does not like having sex with you out in the open. The time behind the tree was a one time thing.

Aside from the obvious, he doesn’t just want to pull you into some closet like a dirty secret. He wants to caress you, hold you, and kiss you as if it’s his last night on earth.

R=Risk

Don’t need to reiterate. He will not risk anything that includes exposing or hurting either of you. You are the most important person in his life[aside from Sanemi] and that is all anyone needs to know. 

S=Stamina(how many rounds can they go?)

Remember how I mentioned he prefers to have you cum on his tongue at least four times before the main event?Yeah, that doesn’t even count. 

It’ll start out slow and sensual like usual, but he’s rubbing your clit half the time. He likes it when you two finish together. This can go for three rounds without breaks. 

He’ll clean you up with his tongue, but not to overstimulate you. He just really likes to eat you out. 

The last two to three rounds, he gets a bit excited and thrusts with more passion than before. He’ll cum before you do but he’ll keep going until you cum one more time. 

Overall, he can last about five to six rounds. Even on days he’s tired. He will not stop until you are satisfied.

T=Toys[modern headcanon]

Personally, I believe he would have a small collection of toys. A couple vibrators[for both you and himself], dildos[mainly for him ;)], and some handcuffs and rope. We all know he secretly likes it up the ass.

U=Unfair(do they tease you? do they like to be teased?)

Genya doesn’t necessarily like to tease you. He sees no point to it as he simply wants to please you, not torment you. 

As for himself, he doesn’t care for it. He won’t mind if you tease him a little bit, but he’s grateful you don’t. You will please each other till kingdom come. 

V=Volume(how loud are they during sex)

Genya isn’t too loud. He mainly grunts and groans in your ear. However, if you touch and scratch him in the right places, he’ll whimper fairly loudly. You can’t help but smirk a bit from it, but you never bring it up since it’ll embarrass him.

W=Wild Card

This is mostly circumstantial as it pertains to the type of demon he’s consumed. His demonic abilities fade away within hours; however, there were a few times the demons he ate affected his tongue.

Long story short, the demon had a forked tongue. Normally, that sort of thing wouldn’t affect him, but for some reason, this time it did. The morning Genya came back from his mission, he woke you up with a bit of a surprise. You were louder than usual as he tongued you. Having a forked tongue inside was a whole different experience. Apparently, Genya forgot all about it and was just going along with it out of habit.

X=X-Ray

Genya is a big guy. Bigger than his older brother[who denies it]. It’s safe to say he’s on the bigger spectrum overall.

He’s five and a half inches soft and almost seven inches when hard. He’s mostly long and a bit veiny. One vein runs along the underside of his dick, which is sensitive when you glide your tongue along it.

Y=Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive was nonexistent before he met you. After though? He wishes he could have you 24/7. But he doesn’t show it, he’s a gentleman after all. He must show he has self-control around you.

Z=Zzz(how fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

After making sure both of you have been taken care of, Genya almost always falls asleep right away. The sex plus all the fighting and training that comes with being a Demon Slayer takes a toll on his mind and body. So, the fact he can sleep in the arms of the person he loves is all he can ask for at the end of the day.

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The soft snores from your lover’s lips were music to your ears as you ran your fingers along his back up to his scalp. A smile spread across your face before closing your eyes and humming.

“I love you, Genya… More than you’ll ever know.”

_____

Hope you guys enjoyed!

[rougepancake]

Imagine age up Genya who is a reader pussy addict and always asks her to sit on her face.

I can't stop thinking about that😩. And sorry if something is misspelled, I'm not very good with English

PLEASE YOU GUYS I CANT 😩

Warnings: cunnilingus, pussy drunk Genya (he can’t get enough and you guys keep feeding him more 😫). Sexually explicit material underneath the cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni or I will block you.

You hovered over his face, your thighs straddling his head as you hesitated. His hands came up and cupped your ass, squeezing softly as he waited for you to put your weight on him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked nervously, looking down and attempting to meet his gaze.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.” He huffed impatiently and the feeling of his warm breath against your cunt caused you to shiver.

“O-Oka- Hey!” You shouted in surprise as he pulled you down onto his face, blushing furiously as he immediately dug in and began lapping at your clit mercilessly.

Soon- you were rocking your hips against his face, chasing your high as he ate you out. However, he didn’t stop after the first time.

Instead, he kept on going. It seemed like he had no intention of stopping, but you couldn’t blame him.

He was always telling you how he loves the way you taste.

[mamayan]

How about Genya x muzans daughter reader....

+nsfw 😳

Don’t regret that creative freedom lol… Oooooo okay here we go~ I’m ngl I really love sub Genya rn~

Genya Shinazugawa x Demon! Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dubcon • Dom! Fem!Reader • Sub! Genya • Humiliation/Degradation • Condescending Praise • Bondage • Enemies to Pet/Owner (Lovers) • Fingering (M) • Milking (handjob) •Dacryphilia

P.2 Here

“Mmphh—!” Muffled shouts and banging filled the clean small room, empty of all furniture or any decoration.

“We should kill this insolent human—! How dare he injure the Lady—,” the strangled voice of a ghastly demon spoke, trembling but sneering up at the young man tied and hung from the ceiling.

Stripped naked aside from his fundoshi, Genya had awoke to realize he hadn’t died in the battle with that female demon, instead it seemed you spared him for some other nefarious plan. Likely it was to consume him, to which he wouldn’t go down without a fight. He hoped to severe your head from your neck before you got the chance, kill your worthless little henchmen too.

Because you were in a league of your own, more important and savage than even the upper six.

You were none other than Muzan Kibutsuji’s daughter, a demon so powerful it was a wonder he’d even held his own so long in battle with you. It was purely grit that kept him going, and surprise on his end when he took a shot and struck you. He’d gotten a little of your blood in the fight, consumed it and kept up with your deadly abilities.

It seemed that was all he could do though. Keep up, just barely. Unable to turn the tide nor truly defeat you.

The shoji sliding open caught his attention, but in the position he’d been tied in, he could only turn his head to look. As the pretty painted paper door opened, his dark purple gaze widened as you strolled in casually. You carried the same arrogant air as your father, haughty eyes narrowing in appreciation as they locked on him. It made his skin crawl, the look you settled on him. He had no where to run though, neither his katana nor gun, and he’s still tied and hung from the ceiling like a display.

It didn’t stop him from cursing you behind his gag, veins popping along his face as you waved away your reluctant henchmen.

“L-Lady…”

“Leave.”

They didn’t disobey a second time, exiting upon your words and shutting the shoji on their way out.

There you stood, neat and lovely in a beautiful kimono while he was still bloodied and mildly injured from battle, wrists restrained behind his back and hog tied to be strung up.

“Your name, human?” He hated how composed you were, vile creature of the night that you were. He’d rather you just act out your wicked plan without putting on airs.

He made another muffled noise, but hoped his sarcasm and fury were properly conveyed despite the cloth blocking any words.

“I’ll remove this so you may answer.” You moved slowly, zori silent as you neared him. He was hung perfectly to your height, face directly before your own as you stood expressionlessly. You removed the gag, not flinching even as he spit on you with his wild rage.

“FUCKING DUMB DEMON BITCH—! ILL KILL YOU—!”

“Hn. Test subject is volatile. Noted.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! FIGHT ME YOU DAMNED MONSTER—!”

“Test subject needs further examination. Prospects promising.”

“I WILL TEAR YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR NECK—Mmmphh—?!” He’s silenced by the gag again, this time the cloth being shoved completely into his mouth, your speed faster than any normal human left Genya unable to react or prevent the intrusion.

“That’s alright, you can stay quiet, I’ll just take a few samples for now. I’ll ask for your name again later, human.” He despises how careless you act, as if he’s some sort of cattle and not a living creature with free will. His wild gaze is blood shot, but he tracks your movements as you remove a small beaker from inside the sleeve of your kimono.

“I’ll need this filled. I figured you’d appreciate me taking the sample rather than those lower demons. I need it fairly quickly after all.” He doesn’t understand, even as you set the beaker down on the ground and rolled your sleeves up. “Of course, if necessary I can have them collect it for me. The choice is yours, human.” Your smile is beautiful, like a poisonous flower blooming, and something ominous floods his senses.

“Let’s see, I’ll need this out of the way.” You murmur softly, and Genya stills as he feels your cool skin graze his lower abdomen, smooth and soft as it trails lower and he panics.

“M-mmphh!”

“Oh, are you a virgin perhaps?” Genya feel his face flush at your bold words, unable to keep up with what was occurring. It hardly mattered how little he could understand, your hand didn’t stop again as it easily untied his fundoshi and exposed his flaccid cock to the cool air. His struggle increased, frantic and violent as he thrashed for escape, but he still in shock when you wrapped your hand around him. His stiffening doesn’t go unnoticed, your lips curving higher as you coo at him, as if he’s a child. “How cute, does this feel good, human? Do you like how my hand feels around your cock?” He wants to fight, he wants to kill you, but he’s been left powerless and despite his mind screaming with indignation… his cock swells. In your grip, his cock begins to harden against his will, a jolt of pleasure sparking through him as you squeeze.

“My, such a good boy, my judgement wasn’t wrong at all it seems.” He chokes on a cough as you begin to jerk him, the feeling so different than his own rough palm he’s fucked countless times, sharp spikes of euphoria shooting down his spine as he soaks his gag. “Wow, just like a dog. You’re drooling through your gag.” He feels his chest and face grow further inflamed at your observations, eyes pricking at the corners because it feels too good, it’s beginning to numb his mind embarrassingly quickly.

“Amazing. It’s twitching so much and I’ve hardly touched you. You really must be a virgin, about to cum with only this much.” He feels hatred and humiliation swirl in his stomach, but the pleasure keeps clouding his mind. He really is going to cum.

“Go on, human, fill it up.” His eyes look down to see the beaker held just under his tip.

“It’s just like milking a cow~” tears finally fall as his moan gets muffled and he cums, hot spurts of semen shooting into the beaker. It barely fills the bottom line though, and your tsk of annoyance makes him raise his head where it had fallen limp.

“This is all? I need much more.” Your eyes look villainous, cruel, hard, and a bit gleeful too, staring into his weakened watery gaze. “Be a good pet human, I’m not stopping till I have my complete sample.” Drool leaks out from the corner of the gag, sliding down his sharp chin and falling to the tatami mats below. He flinches and whines when you grip his slowly deflating cock, back arching as you tug it. You watch as his eyes roll back, fight leaving him considerably quickly. “Is this too much? Poor thing. I can make you cum another way though, don’t worry.” Your words do the opposite of soothe him though, as you dip a finger into the beaker and coat it in his own cum.

Then you’re disappearing from his vision, going behind him, where his body tenses again as your finger presses against the tight ring of muscle to his anus.

“Maybe you’ll cum more if I fuck you here.” He wants to shout at you, tell you that isn’t where a man is supposed to be fucked, but he can’t and you’re already pressing inside him.

It burns just a bit, but his release makes the entrance just slick enough for him to take it without hinderance. The strange foreign fullness catching his attention more than the mild pain. Then you curl your fingers and he nearly howls.

His soft tuff of hair falls back as his head does, eyes staring up at the ceiling when you pull back and hit that spot again, making his toes curl and his cock jump to life. You’re merciless as you play around inside his ass, smile languid as you make him shiver and twitch, his mind shutting off again completely while he uselessly humps the air with his engorged cock, the tip occasionally thumping against his groin and making him further soak through his gag with drool.

Then he’s cumming again, the damn beaker opening presses against his tip as he fills it with twice as much cum as his previous release. He wants to die of humiliation, wants to deny the pleasure bleeding through his defenses, but he can’t. Even as you kindly remove his gag.

“Look at you, such a good boy. You really must be an anal slut to cum so much just from me playing with your ass alone.” He can’t help the tears falling, wobbly lip opening and closing around nothing. There’s no gag stopping him from spewing profanities now, but none come to mind. “Now…” he looks at the beaker, only a quarter full now.

“Shall we try both your ass and cock this time?”

You seem to have intentions to devour him in an entirely different way than he thought.

Dividers by @benkeibear

[leehoonii-i]

He was definitely way more than your typical friendly neighbor. None of the mom's knew he was in your bed every night whimpering for you to 's-stop, s'to much' like a pitiful housewife, all smiles around the neighborhood but a mess in your bed as you rode him, and he called out your name or when he sometimes switched up ramming you from behind whispering in your ear 'aw I know you can take it' or 'oh, don't run away, you can handle it' and in the next day you both act like nothings happened

[witchy-scribblings]

are you still watching?

shinazugawa genya x reader

synopsis ➳ it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.

warnings ➳ characters are aged up, shy genya, dom reader, making out, dry humping, coming in pants, dirty talk, praise kink, lowercase, mdni!

wordcount ➳ 2.3k

[crossposted on ao3]

it might have been you who selected the movie currently playing on your tv, but as of right now it was the last thing you could focus on.

you knew this scene and its dialogue by heart now, the tension-filled first confession of mr. darcy towards elizabeth bennet was and would always be one of your favorite moments in cinematic history, but right now you could hardly care about any of it, unlike your lovely boyfriend, who was hanging on to every heated word that elizabeth dished back to the object of her unfortunate infatuation. and that was the problem.

he looked so damn good when he was focused on, well, anything, really.

it would be an understatement to say that you were utterly smitten with genya. despite his extremely rough exterior, he had never been anything if not kind and sweet towards you, even way before going steady. he had been an amazing friend back then (still is), if a little awkward with certain kinds of affection, and an equally outstanding boyfriend. despite still shying away from your love at times, which you actually just found all the more endearing, he never let you doubt his own feelings towards you, and showed that he cared in his own smaller but just as meaningful ways.

for example, letting you sit him through what could be your fiftieth (but his first) rewatch of pride and prejudice. he had agreed, not without making a face, and somehow ended up being more invested in the old drama than you.

you couldn’t keep from stealing quick glances at him even if you tried, but he just looked so good in his gray baggy t-shirt and red sleeping shorts. you loved that he didn’t feel stiff and nervous under your legs as they rested across his lap, and even had a big, warm hand rubbing up and down the expanse of your calf, warming up the skin and sending shivers through you, but he didn’t seem to notice. he didn’t because, against all odds, he was loving the wretched (you’d regret your own wording in the morning) movie and you wished he’d lay all of that undivided attention on you instead.

as much as you loved it whenever he got into something you enjoyed, you needed him in a different headspace right now.

to be fair, you had been dating genya for a relatively short amount of time, and he had made a lot of progress with processing your displays of affection (he didn’t nearly faint every time you kissed him anymore!), but you really wanted to take things a little bit further. even making out could prove a bit of a challenge, so you never really pushed because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and, truthfully, you could reign in those needs, for heaven’s sake! you weren’t a horndog.

…not like you were currently drooling over your very oblivious boyfriend. not at all.

“genya…”

maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just ask .

“hmm? w’cha need, babe?” and you hesitated because how could you not? he was still watching the movie, although you could tell he was paying attention to you as well. how would he react if you just blurted it out? you were okay with rejection, but you didn’t want him to feel guilty for denying you and completely ruin the mood. would he faint, even? you really hoped not, because that would ruin the night for sure. but you couldn’t just backpedal now; it’d be weird and awkward to just say “nevermind” without a proper explanation.

“...can i get on top of you?” you were fearing the words had been too forward, but instead of overreacting, genya just spared a quick glance to your legs and threw a confused look your way.

“but you’re already on top of me, baby.”

god bless his dumb ass .

“no, no,” and you giggle, of course you do, feeling more relaxed after you were suddenly reminded that this was just your boyfriend; your idiot, lovely boyfriend. “i meant, can i sit on your lap?”

you could tell he was blushing now, but, to your surprise, that seemed to be the extent of his reaction to your request. outwardly, at least.

“uh… sure can, babe,” and you were baffled as much as pleased by the way genya had easily acceeded, but it only took you one second of curious consideration before you acted on your words and shuffled slowly to place yourself on top of him, with both legs straddling his thighs (you could tell he was way stiffer now) and pressing your chest snuggly against his. you peered into his wide eyes. “b-babe… the tv’s the other way…”

“i don’t wanna keep watching the movie right now, genya…”

oh.

your shy boyfriend looked too stunned to answer, so you waited patiently, letting your hands roam up and down his firm chest through the thin cotton, adoring the way you could feel his tiny shudders and hear the hitch of air in his throat. your fingers traveled further upwards, until they came to cradle his jaw in both hands; the skin felt warm and clammy to the touch. you made sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes flitted to his parted lips.

“is this okay?” you breathed against his lips, a silent plea. his body was so close, so warm and hard compared to yours, you could feel it despite having full layers of clothes in between. your thumbs ran circles on his reddened cheeks and your nose brushed against his from how close you were hovering towards him. you just needed the green light to close-

“yes, yes it’s so okay-,” you didn’t let him finish, couldn’t let him finish before your lips fell on his almost of their own volition, and his words merged into a moan that you gladly swallowed into your mouth. the kiss was gentle, experimental if only to gauge his every reaction and make sure he was comfortable with your advances.

so far, you knew he was.

you knew from the way his hands immediately flew to your hips to brace himself against your onslaught of affection, the way he shivered when you ran your tongue along his lower lips after every playful nibble, the way your mouth, pressed so insistently against his as the kiss grew in fervor, couldn’t contain the tiny, pleading whimpers coming from his throat.

at some point, you pulled away just enough to observe how he was faring and, boy, was it a sight to behold; genya, with his thin lips looked deliciously kiss-bruised and glossy with spit, his skin flushed all the way to his ears and possibly down to his chest, if you were to guess, and his unfocused eyes staring absently at you.

you weren’t any less than thrilled to have him so messed up from just some kissing.

“p-please…,” he murmurs, trying to chase after your lips like they’re his new vice, but you swiftly snake a hand into the unruly tresses of his mohawk and pull him back, maybe a little harder than you should have, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you are rewarded with a loud groan that goes straight to your cunt, right along with the messy babbling you’ve pathetically reduced his speech to. “please, baby, kiss me more. y’r lips so sweet ‘n warm, i need more, more please, i- ah!”

you can feel your pussy soaking through the thin material of your panties when you grind yourself on genya’s crotch, once, twice, steadily building a rhythm where with every push and pull of your hips you could feel his dick getting harder and growing bigger.

“i can feel you through your shorts, baby,” you moan, shamelessly, keeping that one hand at the back of his head while your free one went to soothe the tight grip he held on your hip, through your oversized sleeping shirt. “your cock feels so hot and hard against my pussy, genya…”

if he’s embarrassed by your vulgar choice of words, genya doesn’t show it, and you’re sure it’s because he’s already so far gone into the steady pleasure, into your addictive touch, that he couldn’t be embarrassed even if he tried to.

he’s so unbelievably horny at this point that everything you say only serves to make his dick twitch inside his briefs.

when you lift yourself up a little, he follows and he whines , and you can’t help the amused giggle because he’s so damn needy already, but you let it play in your favor by taking the chance to slide his shorts down to his mid thighs; before you settle back down, you make sure to ogle the mouth-watering print of his cock tenting the material of his underwear.

“i really, really need to grind on your big cock now, genya. can i?” you ask sweetly, watching him throw his head back against the top of the couch and close his eyes to escape your impish smile and lustful gaze before they make him come embarrassingly early.

“p-please… i want it, baby, i-”

“i think you can do better than that, baby boy,” you coo, and you wonder how much you should push without risking ruining everything you’ve built-up until now but, it seemed, genya found it much easier to tolerate your teasing when he was already in the mood.

“b-babe, please… i need you t’grind your p-pussy on my cock…” he was doing so well, barely even stuttering, and you decided to reward him with a sensual trail of wet kisses on the side of his neck, tense like a bowstring with the self-imposed effort not to thrust up against your core himself. “‘m so so so hard for you, baby… i’ll be such a good b-boy for you…”

“yes you will, baby,” you sigh contentedly and, with that, begin to roll your hips back and forth, swiveling in circles and alternating between fleeting rolls and harsh grinding. “you’re already such a good boy, genya, letting me make you feel so good for me. aren’t you feeling good?”

as if the death grip he held on your hips and the desperate need to match your pace weren’t answer enough, you gave him time to put his own words together, to piece them despite the mist in his brain that only let him whimper and groan and moan breathily and raggedly into your neck.

“y-yes, you feel so good, oh my god, so so good… please don’t stop, please, i’m-” 

“oh? are you close, genya?” and this time he does seem too embarrassed to answer, but you can tell by the trembling of his thighs against yours, the increasing volume of his voice and his clenching hands at your sides that it is, indeed, the case. 

your pussy flutters at the thought of your sweet, lovely and pathetic boyfriend creaming his pants just from some light dry humping, and you decide right then and there that he’s going to do. just. that. 

“n-no…” he finally denies, but it comes out so weak and unconvincing that he has to force himself to try again, “no, no i can’t… can’t cum like this, please-”

“you can, and you will, genya,” your voice is a gentle authority that leaves no room for debate, and he whines shamefully. desperately. “you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“...y-yes, but-”

“and good boys make a mess when they’re told to, don’t they?” he’s so lost in your steady rhythm, trying so hard to fend off his impending orgasm that he can’t even come up with a reply. so you do it for him. “yes, they do. and since you are my dirty, little good boy, you’re going to come in your undies and-”

-and that’s exactly what he does. without warning, actually.

it is so sudden that you only know it happens because genya releases a strangled cry and a beautiful chorus of breathless “oh, oh, oh!” at about the same time you start to explicitly feel, through your sodden knickers, his throbbing prick soiling both of your crotches with his sticky seed, hips barely able to keep from chasing his relief with insistent jerks.

you find out later that night (because he tells you through mortifying embarrassment) that that had been the hardest he’d come to date. and you believe him, because it takes him a long time to ride out the euphoria, to settle back from the beautiful arch of his back into a boneless heap of post-orgasmic bliss, panting messily all the while, and you observe, feeling the mess between your thighs grow colder and stiffer as the seconds tick by, but you let him have his moment. he deserves it.

then, the post-nut clarity seems to hit and genya grimaces heavily, everything dawning on him at once; the mess, the shame, the relief, the utter adoration he holds for you because holy shit you really made him do that but he’s-

“s-sorry, oh my god-”

“nope, i’m not letting you apologize for that. you were so fucking hot, genya.” you relish on his flush, but let your tone soften with sincerity. “is everything all good, though? i really hope i didn’t go too far, baby…”

“no… you didn’t.” he seemed to struggle with finding the words, even more with finding your eyes, but you knew his words were honest. “that was actually really good…”

“i’m glad,” and you are, because despite the latent embarrassment, you can tell he enjoyed himself as much as you did. the living room is blanketed in comfortable silence, pride and prejudice still playing in the background, unattended, while you cuddled into his chest.

“but… y’know, there’s actually somethin’ wrong…” his words spike some unease inside of you, but when you look up to try and guess what could possibly be wrong, you’re met with a toothy quirk of his lips and wild-looking eyes that harbor a thrilling promise.

“you haven’t come yet, babe…”

[silvermarley]

You should do what happened after the “watching a spicy scene in a movie with them” post TEEHEE SMUT💖🔥🔥🔥

I was just thinking about it 🛐

Watching a movie w/ a spicy scene (Part 2)

Warnings: smut (but mostly drabbles for them), this will be a lot 😭, switch Genya-, dom!Sanemi,Kyo,and Uzui, no protection (not advising this for irl), rough sex (Sanemi, kinda in Tengen’s), degradation (Sanemi and Tengens)

A/N: Part 1; also, I’m alive! Just busy.

Genya Shinazugawa:

“Y/N.. did you plan t-this..?” He asked, stuttering.

You shrug teasingly knowing damn well you did. He goes silent for a bit, unsure of what he should do.

You weren’t unaffected by the movie’s content, but you wanted to mess with him to see what he will do. Eventually, you feel him pull at your shirt.

“Baby please..you’re teasin’ me too much..” he says as he pulls you on his lap, laying his head on your shoulder to avoid eye contact.

You give in, as you’re desperate now yourself. You begin to grind your hips onto him making him groan.

He grabs at your shorts, to which you stop rolling your hips and lift yourself to let him take it off along with your panties. After, you pull down his pants and boxers, watching as his cock sprung out.

You took off your shirt and he took off his, but as soon as you went to unclasp your bra, he pulled you back onto him.

“Sorry.. I just can’t wait any more..” he mumbles.

You chuckled a bit at his impatience, and kissed his lips. He lined up with your entrance and waited for you to sink onto him.

You happily moved to slowly slide down his cock. You and him collectively let out a satisfied groan when he bottomed out.

His face is a bright red, with his hands nervously gripping onto your ass.

Once you felt like you were adjusted, you started to bounce up and down on him.

He threw his head back, “Fuck..”

You moaned at how good it felt. His grip on your ass tightened as he guided you up and down. You set a steady pace that made the two of you get louder with time.

He needed more.

Genya wraps his arms around your waist and fucks up into you, making you fall forward and and grasp his shoulders to ground yourself.

“Shit baby! Making me feel so good..” he rambles as he pistons up into you.

You felt the heat in your stomach grow more prominent.

“Ah- gonna cum!” You whine.

“Me too.. Where can I- fuck!” He doesn’t finish his sentence as his mind gets cloudy.

“Inside! I’m on the pill. Just- please..” you moaned.

Hearing you say that, and the fact that you were squeezing him so tight sent him over the edge. You followed him, as you two chase your highs.

You don’t move off of him. You cuddle against him and you two enjoy the moment and warmth together.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

He would occasionally shift around uncomfortably, you as well. But the both of you sat through the rest of the movie, which felt like forever.

His hands would occasionally move to tease you.

The moment the credits were rolling, he was picking you up and hastily walking to your shared room.

He dropped you on the bed and quickly hovered over you. 

His lips met yours. He bit your bottom lip to gain access to your mouth, deepening the kiss once he got it. At the same time, he was pulling off your clothes beginning with your shirt and then your shorts.

He breaks the kiss to bite and suck at your neck. You hummed in pleasure.

Once he thinks you’ve been properly marked up, he takes off his own clothing. You blushed at just how hard he was.

“Like what you see? This is what will make you scream for me all night.” He smirked as he undid your bra and ripped off your panties.

“Babe-“ you were cut off by him.

“Shut up. I’ll get you another pair.”

He grinds his cock onto your cunt, hitting your clit. You moaned at the feeling of it.

“So wet.. you needed me to fuck you this badly?”

You nodded, wanting nothing more than for him to do just that.

He groaned at the confession. “Good.. I almost couldn’t wait to ruin you.”

In one thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into you. You gasped at the force of it.

“So tight..” he groans, only giving you a moment to adjust.

He wildly thrusted in and out of you, making you scream in the best way.

“That’s it.. let the world know who’s making you feel good.” His words only made you tighten on him.

He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs to your chest, making him go even deeper. You scratched his back and moaned louder at the feeling.

Your orgasm was quickly approaching, due to the overwhelming stimulation. With you tightening around him so much, he wasn’t far behind you.

A few more bucks of his hips and you were creaming on his cock. He grunted and thrusted one last time, as deep as he could, and came inside you.

You felt him pull out of you, so you put your legs down and calmed down from your high. You closed your eyes and sighed.

Then, you open your eyes to see him still looking over you, smirking mischievously.

“What, did you think I was done with you?”

Kyojuro Rengoku:

He tried to keep his composure and finish the movie. Key word: Tried.

“My love.. I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer. I need you now.” He says, turning and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

You melted into the kiss. Just from the passion he was putting into it, you could tell that he was just as desperate.

Without breaking it, he gently pushed you down onto the couch and slotted himself between your thighs. You could feel the heat from his erection through his slacks.

After a few minutes, he pulled back breathlessly. Kyojuro tugged down the shorts you had on, along with your panties.

Seeing your slick pussy made him groan. He lowered himself to face it and gave it an experimental lick. The moan you let out made his cock twitch. It was better than any movie he’s even seen.

He licked and sucked at your sopping cunt, savoring the unique flavor. He loved the taste of it on his tongue.

Even if it took all the willpower in him to restrain himself from fucking you right now, he is a man who doesn’t skip foreplay. He wants you to be nice and ready for him.

In the middle of him eating you out, he inserts two fingers in you. Not only was your taste making his head spin, but the feeling of you tightening around his fingers too.

You came with a high pitched whine, and he guided you though it. Once he licked you clean, he moves back up. You were still trying to control your breathing when you heard him taking off his belt and then his pants.

He didn’t bother removing his shirt before he was on you again.

“You ready?” He asked, to which you nodded.

He hums before slowly pushing into you. He growled at how warm and welcoming your cunt felt. You could tell he was going to wait for you to get used to it, but you couldn’t wait anymore.

“Kyo.. please. Don’t hold back..” You begged, hoping he’ll get the hint.

And he did. The restraint he was showing was gone, and he thrusted in and out of you.

His thrusts were fast and deep, hitting your cervix with ease. You could do nothing but moan at how good it felt.

The sloppy but calculated movements had you cumming faster than you thought. He slows down a bit, but once you were no longer twitching, he continued his pace from before.

“Taking me so well love.. just a little longer.” He praises.

Rengoku feels himself getting close, so he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit in tune with his thrusts.

You felt yourself come to the brink once more.

“With me.. cum with me..” he groans.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, you two came together. As you two caught your breath, Kyojuro couldn’t help but chuckle, collapsing onto you.

“Well.. this is an outcome i wasn’t expecting.”

You laugh along with him, hugging him. “Yeah..”

Uzui Tengen:

When the movie ended, his lips were on yours in an instant.

Something about how lewd the things on screen gave him more confidence than usual.

As your kiss got more heated, Tengen was pulling your pants down and throwing them to the side. He parts from you, after noticing how wet you were through your panties.

“Naughty girl.. were you thinking of us when watching the movie baby?” He teased, knowing full well that he’s the one who wanted to recreate the scene the second it came on.

You bit your lip in embarrassment. He just smirked, lifting your shirt up and over your head.

“You really are a dirty girl..” He murmurs in response to seeing you already braless under your shirt. His rough hands felt up your exposed skin, as he left hickeys down your neck and chest.

Though, he couldn’t ignore his aching cock, which was begging to be released.

“Get on your hands and knees, pretty girl.”

You do just as your told, turning to put your forearms on the armrest, arching your back a bit. He hummed in satisfaction. Without hesitation, he rips off your panties.

You weren’t even going to fuss at him for it, since your mind was only focused on him being inside you. He grabs at your plush ass, and gives it a smack.

You weren’t sure when he took off his own clothing. But, you felt him gliding his cock on your cunt, using your slick as makeshift lube.

He pushed into you, groaning at your tightness. It wasn’t too difficult to bottom out, since you were already wet.

Tengen gave you a little time, before he began fucking you. He was hitting all the right spots, making you whine.

He hovered over you, and his grip on your hips was hard, which will likely leave a mark later.

“Shit.. you feel so good baby..” he whispered.

It was a lot. He was giving you all you wanted and more.

You were making him feel good, but he wanted to see how good he was making you feel. So, he wrapped an arm around you to pull your back against his chest.

After adjusting the position, he continued to piston up into you, hitting deeper than before.

“Fuck! S-So deep!” You gasp.

He smirked again, feeling you get close. And you came with a loud moan, clawing into the couch. Tengen guided you through it, but didn’t stop. You writhed from overstimulation.

“Shh.. I still need to fill you up, don’t I? You can give me one more..” he cooed.

His unrelenting thrusts had you getting close again in no time. You felt him twitching inside you, bringing you closer to cumming again.

You head was thrown back onto his shoulder in pleasure. And soon enough, you two came together.

He gently moved his arm from around your chest, but didn’t pull out. You looked back at him in curiosity.

He had a smile on his face, and his cock twitched back to life at the thought of filling you up again.

“Round two..?”

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Taglist: @obanai-iguros-doll @booplsnoot @wicked-binch @zonaasworld @k-cock

[pxob]

summer delights

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word count: 2510

Category: Established relationship and smut.

Warnings: Aged up! Genya, minor somnophilia, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, nipple play, size kink, body worshipping, overstimulation (if you squint) and swearing.

a/n: 'princess,' hehe (i literally threw a concoction of pet names).

The air was suffocatingly warm as summer reached its scorching peak. Seeking relief from the sweltering heat, you sought solace under the cool shade of a majestic tree. Your limbs sprawled out on the soft blades of emerald, green grass, while the gentle breeze carried the enchanting scent of blooming flowers, infusing the air with a delightful fragrance.

Unconcerned with formal attire, you donned a loosely-fitting kimono, pathetically tied around your waist. The cool air delicately wafted through the graceful folds of your garment, eliciting a soft moan that escaped your lips.

"Love," Genya greeted, his voice a sweet melody that resonated with your soul.

With your eyes gradually closing, you emitted a soft hum, a tender acknowledgment of his words.

"You fallin’ asleep?" he inquired, his footsteps gentle.

"Mhm," you responded, cracking open one eye as you observed his toned, tall figure sauntering towards you, a soft smile gracing your face, "You look incredibly handsome, Gen’."

"Do I, now?" he chuckled, taking a seat beside you. "C'mon, lie on me, pretty," he said with a grin.

“You’re gon’ pull something on me, aren’t you, Gen’?” you slurred, sleep heavy on your tongue. You crawled onto his lap, your thighs enveloping his legs, causing your kimono to loosen even more. With a swift motion, you wrapped your arms around his slender waist. Nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, as you breathed in his intoxicating scent, finding it utterly captivating.

"Go sleep now," he murmured gently, guiding one of his hands towards your hair, caressing it tenderly as his fingers tangled with the silky strands. His other hand found its place at the curve above your backside, his touch possessive.

Genya was undeniably clingy, though you might not have noticed it immediately. On this particular day, he simply craved a bit more affection.

You were fast asleep, and he remained completely still, holding onto you with a firm grip, cherishing the warmth of your love. Seeing you in such a feeble attire, with your loosely fastened kimono, made him ache with desire.

It seems that he wasn’t only just clingy today.

He wasn't certain how long he had remained stationary, but he began to feel the tingling numbness creeping up his legs. Determined to endure the discomfort just to keep you close was more than enough for him. He wouldn't even consider shifting to alleviate his own discomfort if it meant compromising your comfort in any way.

Until you started stirring in your sleep.

A faint murmur escaped your lips. Your lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck, eliciting a delightful shiver that coursed through his entire being, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

Genya’s grip on your backside tightened, his fist balling into the fabric of your kimono.

He audibly choked as you began to grind against him, rolling against his growing hardness.

“Gen’,” you whimpered.

“Fuck,” he softly cursed. Gently, he eased you away from his shoulder, realizing that you were still unconscious. Carefully, he turned you around, cradling your back against his chest, exposing the graceful curve of your neck.

From his angle, he could see the swelling hardness of your nipples. Your cleavage on full display for him, making him twitch even more.

As you unconsciously swirled your hips once more, a desperate whine escaped your lips, yearning for more friction. The unintended movement only aggravated the situation with your kimono, causing one sleeve to slip from your shoulder, revealing a tantalising glimpse of your plump tit.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he scanned the garden frantically, desperately searching for a God to alleviate his tormenting. As he turned his gaze back to you, he couldn't help but notice your flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows. A mix of amusement and desire danced in his eyes as he observed you, lost in the depths of your dream, where your mind wandered to the realm of tantalizingly explicit thoughts.

"Filthy girl," he whispered. Your pretty pink lips were slightly parted, panting softly in sync with the rhythm of your dream-induced excitement. With your chest rising and falling at an abnormal resting pace, he found himself captivated by the sight.

He brought his thick hand onto your exposed skin, his middle and index fingers gently feeling the hastened pulse on your neck before delicately tracing the lines of your collarbone with featherlight touches.

His touch ventured lower, towards that tantalising cleavage of yours. Running a finger through the crevice then to your exposed tit. Tracing the rim of your nipple, entranced with the suppleness and the comparison of his single digit on your skin.

He took your tiny nipple between his thumb and index finger, with a gentle pinch, you instinctively bucked your hips in response, the surge of pleasure coursing through your body. Addicted to your reaction, he repeated the action, this time eliciting a squirm from you. A third pinch brought forth a soft whimper escaping your lips, your body responding to his teasing touch in the most delightful of ways.

His desire for you grew insatiable, and he found himself practically salivating at the sight of your reactions. The way your body responded to his touch, the soft sounds that escaped your lips—it was alluring, intoxicating, and drove him to the brink of madness. He was so fucking hard, his raging length was straining against his Hakama pants.

With his other hand free, he deliberately and slowly pulled at the belt of your kimono, teasing, and taunting himself without any particular reason. In that moment, as both sides of your kimono slipped off your silky body, he swore he had ascended to heaven. You wore absolutely nothing under your kimono.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered, his voice a chorus of fervent curses that escaped his lips in a symphony of raw desire.

Your knees remained raised, still encompassing both of his legs, he slowly and deliberately spread his own legs, stretching yours out further. He caught a glimpse of your glistening wetness, his gaze fixated on it as his tongue instinctively darted out.

How delightful you would taste on his fat tongue, and how easy it would be to manoeuvre your pussy onto his face.

He proceeded to glide his hands over the soft plush of your stomach, towards that beautiful spot he needed to feel the most. The spot he often fists himself dreaming about.

Just as he was about to trace you with the pad of his finger, you grabbed his wrist, your small hands struggling to fully encircle his thick wrist. You spoke in a breathless tone, "You've been cruel, Gen'."

He couldn't help but admire the contrast in size, his mouth slightly agape as he leaned his head towards your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along its delicate curve. In a whispered breath against your ear, he inquired, "How so, love?"

You instinctively attempted to close your legs, finding the attempt futile as he maintained a firm force keeping them spread. “You’ve been disturbing my sleep,” you breathed.

“I can stop,” he tugged on your ear, “You wan’ me to stop?”

You squirmed against him, feeling his thick length pressing against your back. You shook your head quickly, a silent plea for him to continue.

“Words.”

"Don't stop," you urged, your head rolling as you looked up at him through your long lashes. Your plea hung in the air, igniting a flicker of amusement in his eyes. The intensity of your gaze, the vulnerability in your voice, only served to deepen the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, princess," he growled, his voice laced with a primal hunger as he leaned in to claim your lips with a fierce and passionate kiss.

Without breaking away from the heated tangle of your tongues, he resumed his venture down towards your body. One of his hands finding comfort on the curve of your neck, while the other pursued the tit he hadn’t touched yet.

You gasped against his mouth, your eyes shutting tightly as a jolt of pain coursed through your body. The sudden, harsh pinch on your nipple was followed by Genya softly circling his finger on the abused bud.

He peppered kisses along your neck, relishing in the soft sounds that escaped your parted lips. With each tender press of his lips against your heated skin, he delighted in the symphony of pleasure that poured forth from your mouth. The strings of curses and the sweet chant of his name, like an undying mantra, fuelled his own desire.

Genya once again traced the expanse of your soft, swollen stomach, his fingers delicately grazing the plushness before giving a teasing pinch. The unexpected sensation elicited a soft giggle that escaped your lips, quickly followed by a choked moan.

He ran a finger along the slit of your soaking pussy, grazing your clit triggering a violent buck of your hips, “My princess, ‘s fucken wet.” Bringing that soaking finger towards his face, a blush consumed your face. With an unspoken understanding, he met your gaze, his own desire mirroring yours. His lips parted, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he captured his finger between his lips, savouring the intoxicating taste that lingered there.

An audible pop resonated through the air as he released his digit from his pretty puckered lips. Staring deeply into your eyes, he unabashedly said, “Gonna eat you out.”

“Gen-”

“Please let me eat you out,” he pleaded. “If it’s too much pull on my hair, fucken tug till it rips off.”

The unfamiliarity of the situation caught you off guard, as you and Genya had never ventured into such territory before.

"Gen'," you whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to the corners of his lips. “You can eat m’out,” your ears turned a lovely shade of pink.

Your breath hitched in surprise as Genya swiftly pulled you up, his hands firm yet gentle as he effortlessly maneuverer you to face him. In an instant, your plump chest pressed against his, a slight pang of unfairness washed over you as you realised he remained fully clothed.

“Take your shirt off Gen’.” "Yes, princess," he murmured, his voice teasing. With deliberate slowness, he began to remove his shirt, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

Vision clouding, you couldn't help but revel in the sight of his scarred chest. The texture of his skin beneath your fingertips sent a thrill through your body as you traced delicate lines along his defined abs, relishing in the sensation. Your nails continued their exploration, gliding over the ridges and contours of his pecs, grazing over his own pebbled nipples, earning a growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he roughly grabbed your hips. “Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he lowered himself from the trunk of the tree, his back no longer pressed against its rough surface.

An ebbing seed of insecurity took root within you, causing you to hesitate for a moment. Doubt clouded your thoughts, and you found yourself unable to resist asking, "You sure, Gen'?" Your voice trembled slightly.

But without missing a beat, Genya's response came, his voice dripping with desire and unwavering conviction, "Never been so sure in m'life."

He looked incredible from your position, gazing down at the sight of him laid bare and vulnerable, stirred something primal within you. The way his muscles flexed and strained with each movement, the subtle sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, it was a sight reserved exclusively for you.

As you shifted slowly towards his face, his large hands eagerly grasped handfuls of your plush thighs. His gaze remained fixed on yours, a silent reassurance that he was attuned to your every reaction, ready to halt any progression if you showed even the slightest hesitation.

Your glistening core was positioned directly above his beautiful lips. As you hovered there, a hint of a smile graced his face, his eyes crinkling, reassuring you. He took a cautionary lick, the tip of his tongue sliding through your folds.

“Fuck,” his eyes rolled back.

He couldn't resist the temptation as his arms encircled your thighs in an ironclad grip, pulling you even closer to him.

"Genya!" you screeched, feeling the weight of your body pressing down on him. "I'm too heavy."

He locked his burning gaze with yours, "Never heavy, pretty girl," he growled softly. "Don't ever say that shit ‘bout yourself. You're always so perfect for me."

His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, nails creating crescents on your skin.

“You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my fucken eyes on," he continued, his voice husky. "Every curve, every inch of you, all perfect. You're perfect." He kissed the insides of your thighs, bitting into them.

"I want you to feel it in every touch, every kiss. You're mine, and I won't let anyone or anything make you doubt how fucken incredible you are."

You surrendered to the intensity of his gaze, knowing that in his arms, you were cherished, desired, and infinitely perfect.

Genya was absolutely ravenous when making out with your twitching cunt, producing obscene slurping sounds deep within his chest. He detangles one of his arms from your thigh and uses his fingers to spread you open, prodding your tiny hole with the tip of his tongue.

Your body slackened, relinquishing control as you leaned against the sturdy tree trunk. You saw the way his tongue dove into your pussy, and his thick arms pinning you onto him. It made you clench, forehead pressed against the trunk, glistening with sweat from the hot atmosphere and Genya.

“So fucken delicious,” he was panting against your core.

As his tongue dips between your folds, a soft, suppressed whimper escapes your lips, and instinctively you cover your mouth. Genya swiftly seizes your wrist, gently tugging your hand away from your face, pinning it against your thigh. You peered down and saw the mess he had created, of half his face covered in your slick.

Smirking, he continued his ministrations, now forcefully tapping the tip of his fat finger on your clit. Your previously soft whimpers transitioned into wailing, as he vigorously rubbed it, accompanied by his tongue which licked fat stripes up your pussy.

“Gen’, too-,” a strangled moan escaped. “Too much!” You were reaching the peak, afraid to release on his pretty scarred face.

He responded by firmly gripping your hips, which pulled you impossibly closer to his face as your body shook with intensity. He let out another audible pop, “Finish on me, princess.”

With that his lips wrapped around your clit, his finger pistoned in you. Your thoughts gradually dissolved, seeping out of your mind like wisps of smoke. The weight of the moment rendered you limp and pliant, your body yielding to the sensation that was coursing through you.

Genya lapped at the remains of your release, your thighs clamped at the creeping sensation of overstimulation. “M’sorry, pretty. Just so fucken delicious,” he was undeniably drunk on your pussy.

“Another one, princess?” He gave your cunt a kiss.

[mackenziebrooks]

Genya and Sanemi Dabble

Mentions of :oral sex, female receiving, nipples being pinched, Genya called Master.

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It wasn’t quite clear to you when both Shinaguzawa brothers said they wanted you. Sure you loved both boys in different ways but for you it was hard. So when Genya and Sanemi both come into your room to talk to you, it was clear they wanted to share you. Before you could even react, Sanemi had already captured his lips with yours, kissing you hard and long enough to slip his tongue into your mouth. Genya, couldn’t help himself and started to pull your shorts and panties down. His older brother maybe a Hashira, but Genya was going to be the first to taste how good you actually were. You turn your head to look at Genya when you felt his tongue flick your clit. Yet it didn’t last long when Sanemi grabbed your jaw and made you look back at him. “Keep your eyes on me princess, Genya isn’t the only one in control here” he growls.

“Shit Nemi, she kinda got more wet from when you did that to her” Genya smirked as he shoved his tongue into your warm cunt. Sanemi grins and couldn’t help but guide you to lay on your back. “Have to let master enjoy his meal kitty, don’t want to upset us do you?” He said as he pinched your nipples. Making you let out a sharp moan.

This was going to be interesting night you thought.

[suckondescoconuts]

Gᴇɴʏᴀ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ✧

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𐦐ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖𐦐 He’s not my favorite, but he’s something✨.

I didn't like how he grabbed Kanata Ubuyashiki hair when we first get to meet him, it kinda made me mad and pissed off.

But I do like his style, I guess lol.

Anyway, Genya is very rough, I mean like to the point he bruises your ass and pussy. Making them hurt in the morning. Not very nice either. Likes degrading you and spanking your ass. A lot of pulling hair too. 

I think he's into making you cry which I would not ask from him. My fist are up!!! Edit: I take back my words on this one

Feel like he would make you squirt and then make fun of you for it and then praise himself for making you do that.

But sometimes Genya can be a little bit gentle with you for once.

In the morning, all I got to say is that you have so much bite marks and bruises I think you need to go to the doctors.

This man wields a gun AND a sword so his aim is good on your cervix and your orgasm.

I think he's the type to be flustered at first, but then when y'all get it on he's like a total different person. Changed his personality to shy to dominate, nice to aggressive.

At the end of it his personality changes back to his sweet self and he praises and try’s his best to make you feel comfortable. He’ll even kiss all the love bites and bruises that he left on you. Sweet man at the end

𐦐𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𐦐

You had a surprise for Genya. A celebration for his return from his mission. You wore this black string lingerie that shows your tits and ass. Two of the black string went over your pussy, binding it from view.

It was different than any other celebration you've ever thrown before for him, but you knew he would love it since it's been a while since y'all had intercourse and you knew your husband was craving for you. That's how you got in this position.

Bend over doggystyle with your ass in the air for him to smack anytime he wanted to.

"What a fuckin slut you are."

He came over to you, kneeled on his knees on the futon having his penis in his rights hand while his other hand caress your ass.

"Genya I need you." 

"Shut the fuck up," He said smirking at your already wet cunt "This is my prize so be patient or I won't satisfy your needs."

He pulled aside the black strings that were hiding his glorious prize.

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"Wow, your already wet!"

Genya pushed the tip of his cock in and then the rest followed. 

SMACK

He smacked your ass not once, not twice, but multiple times. Watching your ass bounce on his cock making it jiggle against contact to his pelvis. He loved it, he couldn't stop moaning in delight. He grabbed your hair holding it for leverage or support for him to thrust into you faster and harder.

"You like this bitch," SMACK "I bet you fuckin do."

"Genya please don't stop!"

You felt a sharp bite against your shoulder. Genya bite you, making blood seep through a little. You also felt the tip of his penis touch your cervix over and over again.

"Your coming ain't ya, you little whore?"

"I-i..."

"Just do it you stupid slut!"

You came so hard you started to squirt everywhere. Then you felt something warm inside your stomach, it was so hot it was comforting. Genya came inside you.

He pulled out slowly and you slumped against the futon tired from all the impact. He slumped right beside you, pulling you close to him. He nuzzled into your crown, smelling your soft scent that he will go crazy over for.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah just very sleepy."

He grabbed the blanket and dragged it over y'all.

"I can't believe you squirted and I was the one who caused it!"

"Oh shut up." You smacked Genya against his arm weakly.

"Go to sleep I need my rest."

"Ok, ok, ok, I love you."

"I love you too Genya."

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓨𝓔

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Edit: I got told by two people the Genya apologize to kanata which is good ✨

And change of plan, I will make a rewrite on him because the more I see him the more I see that he’s not so bad. He gets shy and gets red when he’s around girls and is very sweet.

Imma need to rewrite him soon.

[loveemii]

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎 || - enjoy :)

warnings: touchy?

i walked into the hot spring after undressing myself, there was a guy there facing the opposite direction of me. he turned around to see who was there. shinazugawa’s brother?

“H-hey you’re Genya right?”

he ignored me and turned back to how he was before, i wasn’t shocked as he mostly ignored everyone but it kinda hurt still. i mean who wants to get ignored?

clenching my fists i walked up to him and tapped his shoulder, he turned and look down at me naked in the water we were close together. i swallowed.

“Uhm H-hi. I don’t think we’ve met before?”

“We haven’t.”

“Oh! He speaks! Uhh sorry, that was rude.”

i bowed in apology i got up and reached my hand out to him, he didn’t take it.

“Nice meeting you too.”

he looked at me a little weird as i talked to myself, i sighed and walked away out of embarrassment. he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

“Don’t go. Stay.”

“Y-you sure? Cause I can go-”

we shared a kiss, he placed his right hand behind my back and i wrapped my hands around his neck, his free hand on my lower waist. we pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes we looked away after a few seconds.

“I uh, guess I’ll stay.”

i leaned my naked body against his as he just stood there in silence a little awkward but happy.

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hi i hoped you enjoyed :)

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

[cherrykamado]

— LET'S GET CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT.

Dying of thirst — Genya was dying of thirst. His mouth went drier and drier with every breathless word you would draw away from his throat; bits of disjointed words and low mumbles. It was evident, you could take everything you wanted from him, but the sun was shining brightly today, and the warmth you made arise in him was dehydrating him. Every heartbeat took a bit more of reason out of him as he looked at you, body screaming to him to go for you, to make his move. It was a torturing yearning, a yearning that transformed you into an oasis in the middle of the desert and he wanted no more than to reach you. He wanted nothing more than to reach you and, fuck, did it burn when the water was so close to one and you were dying for just a sip. 

PAIRING — hashira genya shinazugawa x hashira fem reader.

GENRE — fluff. smut. selfship fic (but made 'x reader.' so everyone can enjoy!)

WARNINGS — AGED UP CHARACTERS (hashira genya, hashira reader) ; mutual pining. READER IS NOT NEUTRAL (is extroverted, expressive, has long hair.) SMUT ( size difference, size kink, fingering, praising, oral (m --> f because this man got an enhanced sense of taste; then f--> m), cum eating (?), breathplay, worship (f --> m), gagging (if you squint; his cock is big what can i say).

WORDCOUNT— 18.6k words.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS — @kinjuutsu @katsukikitten @katanaski @suyacho for the inspiration, the ideas and for beta reading. thank you to everyone for the hype and the love. i adore gen beyond words and, without everyone who cheered me on, this wouldn't have happened.♥

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Genya's appearance was deceiving.

He was such an imposing figure amongst the Hashiras in the Demon Slayer Corps; people would often think twice before approaching him. Some would claim it was all about his look: his glare — slainted, wide eyes, tiny pupils — a look that would feel like a stab the moment it settled upon oneself. Immobilizing, evoking uneasiness, as if in them there was an unforgiving tint that would petrify. Moreover, the scars littered all over him — one of them rested on his face, elongated in between nearby his jaw, extended over his cheek, crossing his nose, only to die at the beginnings of his other cheek — were not only marks of his chivalry, his bravery, but also marks that warned others about his fierceness, about his staggering strength.

He was threatening to be around, to say the least.

Genya was nowhere near lenient in training, either.  Sometimes, his voice would resonate in the ground when he cussed out rookies for the slightest mistake. Some rookies could not bear the weight or the effort that requires his training, and he is never easy going. In that sense, he took after his older brother, Shinazugawa Sanemi, the ex wind hashira — like two peas in a pod.

However, when away, there were those who questioned his expertise as a true slayer, both for his lack of ability to perform any kind of breathing techniques, nor the capacity to wield a sword. Nonetheless, that did not make him any weaker than the rest of his peer Hashira; Rather than that, he was the bearer of an unique, yet unforeseen, fearsome gift: the ability to turn into a demon momentarily. Thus, a faculty without precedents in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps. This required ferociousness, and a great strength of the body — a body that, indeed, had to undergo a great deal of stress to achieve such a strenuous ability.

An ability which, along with hard work, had been rewarded in due time with the promotion to Stone Hashira, as he had inherited the previous hashira, Gyomei Himejima’s practices and masteries. Even if unable to perform breathing techniques, he was familiar with the stances and the specifics themselves, plus countless of priceless teachings and values that he had been transmitted. In other words, no one but Genya Shinazugawa could be more suitable for this position.

In other words, Genya was one in a million — maybe the only one, even. He was unique.

Still, as rough, relentless, brutal he could be, even the roughest stones can be smoothed over time. 

Yet achieving such a thing is no easy task at all. Not for everyone, at least.

“You’re in love, Genya.”  Tanjiro, the Sun Hashira, had been the first one to point it out to him, and much to his surprise, the expression of the ravenette had contorted into one of shock.

It did not dawn on him until that very same moment.

“W-what are you saying? Shut up…” He mumbled, turning away from the gaze of his friend, his friend whose smile did not waver in the slightest — but instead it deepened. 

 Frustration took over Genya and he bit the inside of his cheeks — he could not handle himself. Being in love… It was rare, at some point even displeasing. This, the fact that he could not deny it, that he could not help the warmth taking over his cheeks, that his heart would do nothing but race in his chest at the sole mention of you. He blamed himself for acting so helpless, for turning ever so hazy at the thought of you. But he could not help it, to grow fond of that very same softness. It was corny, yes, but what could he do against it?

That day, he struggled to sleep throughout the whole night, restlessly gazing at the ceiling, in consideration to his feelings and the great interrogant of what to do with them.  A thirst that began to become so eloquent that he could no longer turn a blind eye on it — that he could not turn a blind eye on you anymore; because the once glances turned into gazing with undeniable longing and admiration. Soon enough, you would reign over every minute of his life — in thoughts, in feelings that would dwell in his mind. Love sickness, one could conclude, but also the impotence of not being able to do anything beyond that because, even if he accepted his feelings for you, the uncertainty of you doing the same was offsetting to him. Maybe you'd never look at him that way, maybe it is just a silly crush weakening a heart that should only beat with the motivation to fight and protect, and nothing more than that.

But then, again, what is the motivation for protection? To protect there needed to be a resolution, and the resolution to protect almost always derives from love. Love is inevitable, love is everywhere. Love can come in all shapes and colors. But then again, this is the first time it had ever come to him in this way. His resolution to fight, once for his brother, once for his friends, soon enough began to include you in that same picture, and even if not at a higher priority, it became his motivation during training, during meditation. 

And with that meditation, with deep introspection, he began to reason; if there was a time you would open your heart up, would it be for him? Would there be any chance? But then, why would you? What makes him worthy of you, after all?

But even if he talked himself into you never looking at him, he could never fight the fact that he was so head over heels over you — the feeling did not diminish in the end, but doubled. And so Genya began to die of thirst, and the drought could only intensify over the time and, the more and more he thought about your beauty, your smile, your presence, your voice, he could not help himself — it felt as if his hands were tied, and it was inevitable for him to just not surrender to the feeling.

Kanroji Misturi thought all of this was cute to see from the outside — Genya was just helpless when it came to women: Every time he would be approached, he could just not bear the fluster invading every single corner of his body. In fact, she, as the former Love Hashira and your mentor, was the first to notice and tell you. Fed by the way he behaved towards you, she could not stop herself from wanting to give him a push. In her visit to the Corps (as her husband Obanai Iguro was still training his tsugukos) she spotted you sitting at the deck in the Love Estate; she decided to sit beside you. 

“That training is tons of fun!” She spoke up, pride written all over her as you took her training to heart and decided to pass it down to the next generation of slayers, reminiscing of the old days where she used to carry it out.

“What’s with that smile?” You knew and trusted the pinkette enough to address her the way you did, encouraged by her herself to see her as a friend.

“Nooothing~” 

But you knew it was written all over her features, and so you raised an eyebrow at her. She was up to something.

“I don’t believe yooooouuu~” You sang, mimicking her, which made your mentor burst into a giggle. 

And that was the moment she told you. The Stone Hashira was in love with you. To be honest, Genya was no more than a fellow hashira to you, even if you deemed him handsome in all his roughness, yet did never feed that thought beyond professionalism. When Kanroji told you, she had pointed out a truth that, up to now, had remained unbeknownst to you, mistaking his indeed love for you by shyness of being around women.

“How do you know all of this?” You asked her, heart shaken up at such an unexpected confession.

But Kanroji just pressed a finger to her lips, giggling and shaking her head. But in you there was something more important than to think about the way she found out. There was a fiber in you that had been moved, something that tingled within you with this information. You thought about him, but now his image held something more than just being the Stone Hashira. There was something different now in your perception of him, something that led a wave of fuzziness to bubble in your gut. 

“Y-you think he likes… me?” You pointed to yourself, blinking in all disbelief at her. Her emerald orbs showed sincerity — not to say that Kanroji was never to be a dishonest person. You knew she would never lie, even more now that she indeed found you two compatible, cute. Why not make the attempt, then? 

"It's obvious!" she retorted, giggling, "didn't you see how he's around you?"

"Doesn't he always behave like that around women in general, though?" you asked, still surprised. 

"It's different," she emphasized; she knew for a fact — Kamado Tanjiro, another one who rooted for you and the Stone Hashira — that he would be asking about you, or so his care for you would be implied. Tanjiro, in all his kindness, saw the goodness in Genya’s persona, and knew that he could be the right one. Kanroji agreed with him, claiming that your warmth and your sweetness was one to get easily attached to. 

 "Besides, he's aaalways looking at you," She nudged you, squealing in more excitement than you — well, it was not that you were not excited, you still had to process it. All of this was certainly too much, and it signified a change in perspective, a change in perspective where Genya Shinazugawa fancied you. 

“I’ve also heard he’s always asking about you…” She trailed off, but by the time you could ask her what she meant by that, she had already dashed away, her excuse being that she had promised Iguro to meet him. 

And ever since that moment, you began to ponder her hypothesis: you became observant, attentive. You started talking to Tanjiro about it, and all the proof had seemed to turn into the direction of the conjecture of the ex-love hashira being true.

So you began glancing in his way more into his way, gaining another perspective from the Stone Hashira. Firstly, with curiosity, then with something more: a feeling that would tingle in your stomach when reciprocating glances that he would break no sooner he realized your sight on his. To you, seeing the heat spread on his cheeks was absolutely heart-warming, and no matter how much any of you tried to reassure him, Genya would just slur out his excuse and walk away so he could finally breathe. 

Adorable — that is how he looked like to you. 

And so you began to fall for him.

Yet few were the moments in which you could actually get closer, and you wished it would escalate to more than just stolen glances. But missions, training, meetings — a plethora of circumstances — would  always get in the way of you two. But, even so, no obstacle was as hard to sort as his shyness. Genya was aware of that, and he wished he could just “grow a pair”, as Sanemi would tell him and gain the courage to approach you, yet to no avail. Helpless, it would all end in a ‘what if’, something he dreaded, but also something he could do so little about.

Knowing this, frustration would take over your chest, an oppression that would become hard to ignore as you watched him turn every time he thought about coming closer. Watching him had begun to become frustrating, to the point that yearning would be unbearable. A moment with someone you love is always difficult, yes, and even more in this case. But at the sight of the circumstances, it was up to you to make the first move, it seemed. 

Making the move and praying that it worked. 

One good day, you woke up feeling lonely. Feelings had been escalating to the point that, now, the ardor, the desire for your now favorite Hashira burned in your skin, and you found yourself missing him. Missing him so much, that not just a glance could calm you, nor the monosyllabic responses of his (responses that you had managed to get every now and then after Hashira meetings.)

 It was early in the morning when you found yourself opening your eyes way before a Kakushi would knock on your door, given your habit of oversleeping, which often led you to wake up with little time to prepare and therefore getting late to command the training of your slayers. The brush slid through your locks ever so gently, the sound reverberating through these walls ever so softly in the dead of the yet to come sunrise. Your gear was already on, neatly smoothened, as so was the haori Kanroji had given you as a present when you had stepped up as a hashira. Finally, you twisted the strands of hair framing your face so that they did not get in the way, securing them at the back of your head with the beautiful butterfly hairpin gifted to you by the Butterfly Hashira. 

Impatience began to seep through a bouncing leg as you glanced once again through the window, only to find that the sun was not even peaking, except for a couple of rays that began to bathe the enlightening sky. By that time, the birds had already begun with their soft humming. A sigh escaped your lips then as you turned to your mirror, reaching for the lip balm and smearing it on your lips as quotidianly. Eventually, you were ready to go, yet again you could not help but look at yourself every now and then, trying to get a glimpse of anything you could have possibly missed, despite being spotless in view overall. 

Eventually, your Kakushi came to wake you up, but staring estranged at the fact that you were long awake before her arrival. There was a wide smile on your face as you finally got to go outside, breakfast having already been served, which you ate fast before being off to your duties. You were also delighted to see that your slayers were assembled in the training court two minutes before your arrival — your punctuality had been a motive for astonishment. 

“We’re going to take training outside today.” 

Everyone turned to each other as they wondered whether you were indeed alright; judging by your wider grin, and the way you were behaving — shining even brighter than usual— the answer was obvious: 

you were not alright.

And Genya did not expect any of this, of course. He was, just like every other day, commanding another ruthless training session for his slayers — starting by endurance training, followed by sparring, finishing with meditation. Being in charge of training often helped him take a break from his insistent, lovesick heart — at least for a moment. However, as he could not gather any sleep lately, he had grown even less lenient than usual. Training was harsh, curiously resembling his brother when yelling at the slayers, or even knocking them down when he sensed someone was distracted — undoubtedly, he was a Shinazugawa.

A tap to his arm from behind took him by surprise, and whenever he turned, he swore the air ceased to flow into his lungs. 

“Hello.” 

He could barely stammer a greeting back at you after that; it was the first time — or at least one of the first times — that he was this close to you. It was the first time that he got to see your beautiful eyes gleaming, as you looked right at him; the first time that he got to see your smile spread for him. It was the first time that he could see you early in the morning, where the sun shone right upon you, highlighting your breathtaking self to the point that his heartbeat turned erratic. 

"I see you're training hard today, aren't you?" 

Your lips curved upwards in a bright smile while a faint wave of heat crept up to your cheeks, and you wished he would not notice — a shaken up Genya was too busy trying to get his soul to come back to his body to notice, though. From every single thing that could take him by surprise, this was one of the most unforeseen to him. Of course, he would wish and long for just a minute in which he could see you, his gaze often looking for you even if he did not want to. You were so bright, so...

...Pretty.

Genya felt as if his throat was closing. The summer sunlight felt even more boiling on his stinging cheeks — cheeks that he might have been unaware had turned undeniably red. The shyness immediately took over him, and so he did really forget how to utter a word correctly, without stumbling on his words. 

You did not miss any of this; it was obvious — you wanted to believe it was — and that got your heart fluttering.

"Y-yeah..." he retorted, but unable to look away from you, when he normally would. But, how could he even look away, if any time you were around, even if you were unaware, his gaze was always upon you? it was as if, out of reflex, as if he had trained himself unconsciously, to look into the direction of his heart.

Of course.

"Mind if we join you?"

The question took him aback, and if he had been petrified before, he now stood as stiff as a tower. Joining him? YOu wanted to… Join him. Which meant staying until late afternoon with him? Which meant staying together, which meant being close to one another—

—Oh, boy.

A nod left him without much of a second thought; it was faint, but overt. It did not fail to make you giggle: you knew you were right to like him, and just how obvious he was with his non verbal language could only make your heart race. Your heart jumped at this.

Meanwhile, the slayers sensed the calm of the silence. Curious glances amongst his subordinates could not help themselves and look for the reason why: you. The infamous Love Hashira, famous for your charm and your cheerfulness, as you took after the previous one, as so was the case with your charming beauty. Gasps and heavy sighs, everyone was more than excited to have you in there, from what it seemed.

“All right then!” you beamed, turning then to your side briefly to beckon at your waiting slayers, “Everyone!” you called, and so your subordinates lined up in front of you, as so did Genya's. You never needed to raise your volume, your resting voice being clear and loud for everyone to stop and listen, as your charm was just too warm to ignore, too warm to just not be lured by. 

“Today’s training will be under Mr. Shinazugawa’s commands,” you announced, and poor Stone Hashira had to do his best to not let the fluster take over him.

 “Will you make sure my slayers train well for me?” You turned to Genya, then to his slayers, helpless at the leverage you had, even more when your gaze laid ever so charmingly on the swordsmen. In response, a cacophony of yes and of course!  erupted from the love struck warriors, to which you could not help but to let out a chuckle. 

However, some of the swordsmen had been unlucky that the male Hashira caught them as they began to giggle in secret — whether it was at you, or at his helplessness, he was not sure until his gaze had flickered to them —to which they had been quick to turn away from him— so of course this would make him hit the roof. 

“What’s so damn fun, huh?” His voice was not loud, but had lowered several octaves to the point that it came across as a deep hiss — needless to say this was enough of a threat.

 “If you don’t want me to leave you all in a forest full of demons, you better start pushing those fuckin’ rocks and bring them to the peak of the mountain before sunset. Got it?” 

You, never oblivious to what was going on, pressed your lips on a thin line in order to stifle a laugh. It was indeed cute to see how he could assert such dominance and fear. The poor, scared slayers, of course, were quick to run and begin training, for Genya Shinazugawa’s threats were not empty threats — should he have to leave them a whole night at the mount for them to fend for themselves in the woods riddled with hungry demons lurking everywhere, he would do it. 

So, while everyone started to train, the awkward silence arose once more. Genya tried hard to keep his gaze away from you, tried to distract himself with the job that his slayers and yours were doing — but even so you could still sense just how tense he was. 

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” You spoke up eventually, a while after training had begun.

There came once again your attempt to break the ice. At first it was a strenuous task, his answers coming in monosyllables and mumbling until, as the day progressed, he would untense and the day, and your conversation would develop into something more fluent, something more relaxed. 

Genya found himself eventually being more and more verbose as conversation progressed, after having the ice been broken. Whether it was getting used to being with you or just being partially focussed on commanding the training, he actually felt at ease with you, comfortable. All of these feelings combined, plus the sight of you laughing — or just the sight of you overall— made these feelings he keeps for you bloom even more. 

The same could be said about you, too. 

All this time, you could not help yourself as he spoke and just not indulge yourself into memorizing every single one of his details: The way his scar wrinkled when he talked, or the way he would hold back the desire to look at you (even if at times it would be inevitable to just not do so, and your heart in fact would celebrate those little slips of his with rebelliousness in its beat rhythm). Or the way that, whenever he talked, there was this flicker of his eyes, going down, then up, then back on you. Or the way in which, from time to time, his lips would curve upwards into brief smiles, brief smiles that, most likely, he was unaware he was outlining, but nevertheless they were ever so heartwarming. 

He showed himself genuinely to you, and this made you fall for him even more. And this made you want things to escalate more, your yearn for him could only grow, and grow. Were you nervous? Of course you were, but your nervousness would just make you unable to shut up, unable to stop yourself. Your heart commanded your movements, your actions, your words. Bits of excitement would bleed into your voice and make it crack in the slightest as you spoke, or you would find yourself smiling more and more as he spoke — absolutely and genuinely, hence helplessly besotted by him. 

And so what first deemed new soon enough turned regular, and Genya would even find himself delaying training for you, waiting so you two could chat together, even go for a walk together — just like the day it finally happened. 

The day it finally happened, you were getting further and further away from the training area with him following right behind you; the pained screams and courage yells of the slayers were soon replaced by the calm of the summer breeze inviting the leaves to sway and the calming melody of birds singing in the distance. The light managed to slip through the woods and bathe you with its warmth fully. 

For the first time, you and Genya remained silent as you strolled through the forest, but his silence was unsettling. He sensed there was something different in the air, so he would be struggling with the uncertainty of what to do or say. However, to you it was not uncomfortable in the slightest: you let yourself indulge into the moment. Silent indulgence that soon was disrupted by a thought, a thought that had you pondering.

His hand — you glanced down at it, and so questions, curiosities began to cloud your mind. How would that hand fit in yours? Was it cold, or warm? Would it be rough, or would it be soft? Would his hand be able to envelop yours full?  

For the first time, you were struggling with reluctancy. You could not stop paying glances at it, feeling the mighty hankering for holding it. Your teeth pressed against your lower lip, as you tried to convince yourself to do it once and for all. Too much thinking was your worst enemy, it would end up by shutting you down rather than to encourage you. Longing heaving in your chest, you took your hand to intertwine with yours in front of your lap, trying to mimic what it would feel like. 

When your gaze flickered to his own for the second time, your heart jumped as if in encouragement, as if telling you to do it with its frantic thumping against your ribcage. Unable to ignore its wishes, you tried to tell your heart you would grant its wish as you inhaled deeply, trying to bring it some ease, but it still insisted — and would keep on insisting until you did as told. Moreover, if you did not do it, you would go home wondering what could have happened and you knew there was nothing worse than to be left with a  ‘what if’ in your head.

So your hand began to seek his: first, falling to your side. Then, checking whether he was looking (which he was not, luckily), and then with a push of your heart, you took his hand: your fingers first brushed against his, allowing you to sense his faintly rough skin — product of years of relentless training, training that had shaped him into one of the strongest, finest slayers the Corps ever had. 

Your palm ended up touching his, intertwining your fingers with his own. Large, rough, warm — you internalized those features and engraved them not only in your mind, but in your heart as well. You believed you would feel way more nervous than you did right now, but truth to be told, a sudden, warm peace coated every inch of you. Like this hand was made to fit in yours. Like they fit as two pieces of a puzzle.

“I like spending time with you.” You confessed ever so softly to him after having taken his hand, tilting your gaze up in the slightest. Genya flinched at this, but never dared let go, even if his legs had come to a stop. He was looking at you as if it was not obvious, as if the fact surprised him; overt as it was, though, someone opening up this way felt so foreign to him still, even more after such a long silence like this one. 

“I… I do… too…” In bits and pieces came his mumbled response, the heat on his cheeks burning unbearably; it made you distract yourself from your racing heart, making you giggle in nothing but the utter tenderness he caused in you. 

Dying of thirst — Genya was dying of thirst. His mouth went drier and drier with every breathless word you would draw away from his throat; bits of disjointed words and low mumbles. It was evident, you could take everything you wanted from him, but the sun was shining brightly today, and the warmth you made arise in him was dehydrating him. Every heartbeat took a bit more of reason out of him as he looked at you, body screaming to him to go for you, to make his move. It was a torturing yearning, a yearning that transformed you into an oasis in the middle of the desert and he wanted no more than to reach you. He wanted nothing more than to reach you and, fuck, did it burn when the water was so close and one was dying for just a sip. 

Of your lips. Of your body. Of you.

The wind blew harder after that, but still never disrupting its gentleness overall. The sound of the leaves swaying a bit more intensely danced into your ears, and so your gaze softened as you gazed up at him. Genya could not help but get lost in you, and unsure of what to do, or on how to proceed, his hand was the symptom of his anxiety beginning to rise, evident in the way that it squeezed yours. 

Genya’s appearance is deceiving, you thought to yourself as you reached up on the tips of your toes to place the back of your hand against his cheek. Your knuckle traced part of his scar, and you noted the skin is somehow softer compared to the rest. 

"Your scar… I like it…" you admitted as your knuckle softly traced it, the smile in your lips spreading just the slightest.

It is not that he recoiled, but again this kind of affection was foreign to him. You hesitated, nevertheless, and pulled your hand away from his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I—” Seeking to apologize, you stumbled with your words, yet somehow Genya found in him the strength to make you stay, holding your hand with his free one, guiding it back to him.

“It’s… okay.” He hummed softly, feeling his cheeks heat up once again, bashful, “I d-don’t mind.”

But he could not go further than that. He did not want to let you go, and he wanted everything — he wished he was not being a coward over it, over you, but gosh, you were just something else. 

So, once again, it was up to you to make the move. 

“Can I…?” your gaze seeked his own, and Genya could not help but to inhale sharply. The sun merged with the color of your irises and he found himself being enamored by the result — as if it had turned into his favorite color. 

His lips parted, but no response came out — the words could only die in his throat, so again a nod escaped him. His gaze was drawn to your lips for a moment, and by reflex he found himself licking his own. You turned into a mirror of his own actions, your gaze flickered to his lips, then back at him. 

Where to begin? You suddenly lost your course, being distracted by the thrumming inside your chest and the blooming sensation in your stomach when your gaze fell on his. Part of you wanted to take your time, part of you wanted to say to hell with it, but both parts converged in the desire of you to make this moment perfect. 

But his hands outran you, as they cradled the sides of your head with each palm ever so carefully, as if he was afraid he would break you, as if afraid that you would run away — funny how you feared the same just a few moments ago, right?

So your hands seeked his shoulders — broad, muscular, stiff. Light squeeze, and you used him as your leverage to lean up and in. His heart also drummed in his chest, his gaze could only focus on your lips, your glossy lips. Questions came to his mind but all of them were left unanswered, as his attention was drawn by the loud throb of his heartbeat against his ears, as if telling him to concentrate on this moment. 

Your name slipped off his lips and he seemed to not be aware of it, as his gaze was ever so lost in yours while he inched closer to you.

Little by little, your breaths first intertwined, and as you looked up at him, and he looked down at you, your eyes would merge together, as if pretending to play cyclops, like those one-eyed demons that many times you both had gotten to fight. But in the end, you knew a kiss was not a kiss if the eyes were open, so as your eyelids fluttered close, there was only room for the eyes of the heart to open, and that is when you truly saw him, and he truly saw you — right in the moment where your lips finally met each other, when all the distance between you and him had been cut. 

You remember feeling Genya inhaling sharp as soon as it happened, only to feel his gentle, warm exhale against you whenever he tilted his head to the side, not able to hold back anymore. Genya was careful, more careful than ever —yet in that bewareness you sensed there was fear, or reluctance. 

When you cut the kiss right there, and looked up at him, his eyes took a moment to open; and when they did, his hands were ready to fall and return to himself.

“Fuck— I-I’m sorr—”

Yet before he could even manage to apologize, you just placed a finger to his now humid lips, a shush barely slipping from your lips. 

“It wasn’t,” You retorted, smiling to him ever so sweetly, “I just…” You leaned in once again, almost touching the index you had placed on his lips. 

“I just don’t want you to hold back…” You breathed, “... Please…”  

Your finger fell gradually, and so eventually there was nothing that stood in between you and him. 

“Kiss me again.” Came your request.

And so then what once had been hesitation, now had turned into something else. You pecked him again, and his once curling fists relaxed, little by little seeking to wrap you around his strong arms and bring you close to him — you aided him every single time. Where his hands would place themselves, you made sure to let him know that you were alright with it, and with your own, you pressed his large ones against the small of your back. Only then did you return to his shoulders, but slowly your hands escalated more; soon enough, your fingers were entangled with his unruly, onyx locks. You brought him even closer to you, tilting your head to the side to part your lips a fraction just to let your tongue go and ask his lower lip for permission. 

You sensed that from Genya a shaky gasp fled, and also just how his muscles clenched the slightest, which made you smile against his mouth. When he parted his lips, your tongue slipped past and began to glide against his own, as if inviting him to do the same. 

The last barriers were beginning to crumble down and it took you by surprise (yet what a sweet surprise this was) when he pressed you even further against him, and one of his hands roamed up to bring you closer from the back of your head. He mimicked your prior movements, tilting his head to let his tongue enter. Such was your surprise, that you could not prevent yourself from letting a pleased mewl against him, and that mewl was just the vocalized effect of what he was doing to you, of the effect that he was taking on your body. The limit between summer heat and the heat of your bodies was blurred, to the point that you were no longer sure whether it was you, or if it indeed was hot. And hence the need to take his hands and lead them up to the collar of your gear.

The lack of oxygen forced you apart from him eventually, as you stepped back in the slightest to let him watch as he undressed you. And the sole idea to have you gaze ever so intensely at him while he did was enough to make the breath hitch in his throat.

Genya's hands were nervous, but never rushing. They were mindful, even a whisper of anxiety made them tremble as, button by button, he undid your gear, until your shirt was wide open and your cleavage was visible to him. From his lips, parted while his gaze was hopelessly fixed on you, came a shaky sigh, while he slid the piece of clothing down your shoulders. 

When his hands stopped the moment your gear touched the floor, it was your turn to make your way to his purple yukata, a whisper of a tug at the fabric of his clothes. At this, his gaze was inevitably drawn downwards, and his response was to place his hands on yours, aiding you in stripping him out of the outer piece of clothing, until he was left in his gear before you. 

"I want to see you." 

You were always clear and overt with your wishes, and Genya could just not say no to you — not when straightforwardness dripped like honey into your tone and blended into such a needy implore. 

And so he complied. At first, he was so lost in you that he did not realize just how sexy of him it was to look up at you while he took off his clothes; realization unfortunately hitting him, his gaze was peeled from you all of the sudden as embarrassedly he looked down at his gear. This inevitably brought a smile to your lips, biting your lower one in the slightest as you felt a wave of butterflies blooming in your stomach. 

He finally reached the last button, and his body began to peek from underneath, and you could not just deprive his muscles of your attention — the muscles of his abdomen contracted with every  breath he took. Scars of different sizes and colors littered his body completely, and there was just a strong urge for you to trace one with your finger.

  The sun kissed each and every single of his scars; the pad of your digit placed itself ever so delicately on one of the most recent scars he had gotten. This one was on his chest — on his right pectoral, specifically —  almost at the same level as his heart. Red-ish with the warmth that irradiated from him, you remained oblivious to the fact that the most recent scars were the most sensitive, and you did not notice until he flinched underneath your touch. 

"Sorry…"

 "It's okay…" he breathed his answer, almost in a hum.

“Did you…Did you get this one recently?” You asked, your finger resting now near the mark. 

“That? Ah, ye-yeah…” He admitted, looking down at the mark, “A demon took me… off guard.” 

It was not easy to take a Hashira off guard, whatsoever. A jeering sense of guilt took over him, he was supposed to be on guard. He was not supposed to be thinking of his crush as if he was a lovesick rookie that did not know better. Jeering because it was something that he was supposed to prevent. Jeering because he could just feel the stupidity mocking him in his head, at the unreal, hypothetical scenario where he told you exactly how and why it happened. So instead he opted for silence. 

“Did it hurt you?” Your question touched him just as softly as your fingers had just done. Genya did not expect it, he did not expect your preoccupation to slip in such a way that caused his heart to stir in his chest. 

Of course it did, but how could that matter now? 

Murmuring smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and so he wrapped his hand around your wrist, his gaze meeting your own as he brought your hand back against his scar.

“It didn’t.” He said.

“Then I’m glad,” You hummed, dulcet warmth colored your gleaming irises, as did to the ginger smile that, little by little, sneaked into plain view. 

“Just be more careful next time, okay?” 

And so your fingers traced his scar, from his axis outwards; your gaze laid upon his once again, only to flicker downwards to the fresh mark, only then your eyelids fluttered close in the slightest. His cheeks could only burn the moment that your lips inched closer, pressing themselves against the sensitive scar tissue. This caused his skin to curl into tiny, numerous goosebumps, his chest rising as a shiver roamed down his spine. 

And, as if it was not enough to make his heart pick up its pace at almost an inhuman speed, you finished him off with your next words. If Genya thought he could not fall more in love with you, once again you proved him wrong. 

“I couldn’t bear you getting hurt.” 

Just how many ways of saying those three words were there?  How many ways to surrender yourself to the one who you had given your heart long ago were there? Love is just not a verb, but the way you look at the other person. What you say, what you do not say. Love transcends language, love transcends literacy — Sometimes it is all showing and not telling. Sometimes it was all about hiding little pieces of one’s heart behind other words, behind actions, and hope that it works. His heart fluttered, but no movement came from him. It was as if he had found gold mines in your lines, realizing just how much you could mean by saying so little. It was like a covert confession, yet somehow you had managed to make it ever so overt to him. 

Whenever your eyelids fluttered open and you backed away from the scar, there was a silent request that came out of your eyes, and Genya was not oblivious to it. His breathing became uneven, his senses flooded with desire and growing lust that bubbled up to the tips of his fingers. You nodded at him and took his hands in yours, silently telling him it was okay. 

“Touch me, Gen…” you exhaled your plea, guiding his hand to your exposed chest, making his large fingers wrap themselves around your breasts, squeezing them in the slightest. 

And it felt good — you arched your back a fraction against his hand, breathing in through your nose, as if encouraging him to go further. The thought of anyone coming near you or seeing you resonated in the back of your head, but if you were honest, you could not care, thus you ended up ignoring it. The magic, the perfection of this moment was just too much for you, getting you lost in it; it made it impossible to focus on anything else — and he was narrowly touching you. 

Your expression, contorted, caused Genya's cock to stir awake in his pants at the sight of your bitten lip and your shut eyes, and the sound of your soft breath escaping your lips. There was resistance in these restraints, and there was nothing he wished more than to free himself at this moment. Furthermore, there was a question living in his mind, wondering how it would feel if your hand — soft as he velvet — wrapped itself around him, stroking it the way he would on several, numerous lonesome nights. Nights where he yearned for your company, where his desire shot itself out of him ever so violently, with the same intensity as his love for you. 

He had not noticed the way his thumb brushed continuously against your now hardened nipple at the thought of it, your once soft exhales turning into needy whimpers. When he shifted his gaze up to your eyes, he could see the keenness growing in you — it was as if he was looking into a mirror.

Impatience, ergo the rebellion of hands that wander in search of exploring what was unknown, yet deeply yearned. Your body pressed itself closer to his, and you could feel him. The thought of his hardening cock pressing against your lower abdomen was enough to send a wet, warm wave of arousal out of you and onto your panties; there was an urge to satisfy with friction of your thighs a building pressure that had your clit throbbing and engorging with every beat. In the same way, there was an urge to satisfy with friction the ache of a stiffness, stiffness that had his cock twitching irregularly but persistently against his pants. 

'Shit,' — he could not stop to reflect upon his actions when he lifted you up. He could not stop to reflect upon his actions when you had wrapped your legs around his waist and he made your back rest against the nearest tree. He could not stop to reflect upon his actions when his lips latched onto your neck, as if your scent had drawn him like a bee to pollen — your most sensitive spot, he found it upon the first lick. 

With a deep breath, you placed your hand at the back of his head, bringing him closer. His name escaped your lips once again in a breathless manner, your hips arched and your clothed sex met his in a slow grind that made his lips detach from your skin briefly only to let out a shuddery, soft moan. He could feel the warmth of your clothed arousal graze and seep through his pants and onto his cock. He could feel you taking the hand that rested on your breast, and guided it where you needed him the most, shaping his hand so he could touch you, stretch you — make you snap.

“O-Oh, god—!” Came your whimper when his calloused index entered you. 

He could not believe it: From head to toe, he was as red as a beetroot; His breath had hitched in his throat and it felt as though his heart had stopped for a second. Your insides, so warm, so soft; but also so tight, so narrow. God, just how far up into you could he reach with just a finger? 

Slowly, he slid it out of you, his glance flickering down from your lust coated expression to his finger, and he could not help but to bite his lip at the sight of how his digit glistened with your slick. He could not help but to feel himself twitch, having to comply with the need to swallow hard. So he slipped it back in, hearing how your wetness clicked as he pushed his digit in; hearing how that pattern of irregular humid sounds eventually turned rapid — sloppier, but rapid at last. 

Until it was not enough. Until you wanted more. Until your walls began to pulsate with the crave for more friction. Until you whimpered out your plea to him, and another pang of electricity dissipated through his body — he could not deny your request. And so he added his middle finger; difficult to make it fit, when he could, you were so thankful. And again, once again, you rewarded him with those eager, honey-like moans that drove him mad. 

“Feels so good… K-Keep going, p-please!” 

And again, you were feeling the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt twitch with ecstasy, ecstasy that translated into the Hashira’s fingers gliding faster against your walls, curling whenever, by accident, he learned that there was a spot that you found yourself buckling your hips at, moaning louder for him. Learning fast, he only needed to hear you once — hear you once, learn forever. 

For you, all for you. 

“Okay…” He inhaled, “Yeah…” — Exhale. 

Genya was in trance, a lovesick expression on his features and he gazed at you with the utmost enamour, as if watching you was addiction, an addiction ever so curing for this sickness that was being so in love with you, fed just by the crumbs of heaven you gave him and, god, he was in a limbo. Limbo between reality and dream, where you looked so surreal, where everything was surreal — but you were there. He was there. You were there together and together you were making out of this the sweetest dream in life. 

Genya was caught in a trance that, with a quiver, was shaken up; your walls made their best to hold onto him, to grab onto his fingers and not let go. The cacophony of your pleasured sounds colored the air and danced like music to his ears, until it became a warning — but you did not want to yet. 

“I don’t wanna— n-not yet…” You breathed, holding onto his wrist. Your message was hard to decipher, and for a moment he would have begun to freak out — if it was not for what you did afterwards.

He could only give in to your intentions, and so you removed his fingers from you, a wet sound following whenever his fingers finally parted. Your chest heaved with the slowly diminishing build up for your climax; your eyes, clouded with lust, and your seary cheeks. Puffs of breath were coming erratically out from your lips mixed with his own, reverberating louder than they really were in your ears. You began to take his hand upwards and towards you; His gaze followed each of your movements inebriated with lust but also expectantly, his breath getting ragged and more ragged as his fingers approached your lips, as if he could anticipate himself.

The hot air from the sigh you let out grazed his wet fingers and, by reflex, he inhaled sharply. Your gaze flickered from his hand upwards to meet his own; that was the moment in which he noticed the tips of his fingers entering your mouth, only then gaining awareness of the warmth of it. The look of you on him caused his jaw to finally drop, a shaky breath followed, plus the — inevitable at this point — twitch of his painfully hard dick, now almost completely hard,  which could not be helped — even less when your tongue swirled over his large, rough phalanges, licking yourself off him. 

Unintentionally nasty — Genya could barely breathe at the sight of your gaze, laid upon him with such tenderness, pupils dilated with such ecstasy and compliance while the licks of your tongue made his mind go everywhere and nowhere at the same time. To see you this way before him was just breathtaking. To see you this way before him made him want to snap, to lose himself at last, to make you his.

What would he not give to have you this way every day?

Lust blown, suddenly there arose a need taking over him, deeming impossible to ignore — his free hand roamed up from your hip, his fingers twitching with fervor until his large palm finally came to rest atop yours. His sight pleaded, as if he would only proceed had you granted him permission. No need for words, whatsoever, you said yes to him; so his hand tugged gently at your own that beheld his other one, his half-hooded gaze never averting from yours as it reached his lips. 

Oh, and when the fingers entered past his lips, he did not take into consideration something that would be germane: his peculiar sense of taste, not like any other. What was unique about it was that his taste buds were more sensitive than any other person; in other words, his sense of taste was way sharper. And when to tasting you it came, the savor exploded ever so vigorously in his tongue. Immediately, you could perceive just how wide his eyes went, black holes in the center of his irises widening to the point that a thin barrier of dark purple separated them from the sclera. 

A groan vibrated on his fingers, and the relish made him want, crave for more. His tongue swirled around his fingers, making sure to capture every single hint of you on his tongue. All this time, you could just watch, feeling how your cunt would throb at such a tantalizing scene. If you were wet, now you got entirely soaked. Your walls missed him — oh, how much they missed those substantial fingers pulling into you; how badly you wanted them to be within you again. As if you were almost regretting making him stop before you could reach your climax.

When there was no more of you to taste, he popped his fingers out of his mouth just to abduct his middle and index, licking the remainings completely, as if he was not willing to let a single drop of your nectar go to waste. 

“Never had something like this before…” He slurred in all the sultriness, the trance causing his voice to downgrade in a few semitones. Even after swallowing, the taste of you echoed in his palate, in his tongue, in his mouth overall. 

He needed more. 

“G-gen— yes, yes… please.” You breathed out, and so he cupped your cheeks; for the first time ever, Genya was the first one to lean in and claim your lips instead. 

His kiss would have meant to be gentler, but when greed intoxicated his body and his gaze crashed against yours, his lips could only land on your own with just as much force. He held you in place, parted your lips with just a lick against your lower one; he let you taste yourself on his tongue, now brushing against yours thoroughly, as if there was no place he wanted to leave unexplored. A wet smack came after whenever he parted at last to gather his breath (and let you catch yours, too.) 

“Fuck… I’m going crazy…” 

He was not aware that he was thinking out loud when his words came off in a puff of hot breath fanning against your lips. Breath ragged, heart racing — his body was stuck against yours, the bulge in his pants unignorable at this point as it pressed hard against your sex. Your head lolled from side to side, at this point bedazzled and dazed by his actions, by his heat — by everything in him, in short. Only his name could dance off your lips in breathless mewls, because that was just how you were at that moment. And his name dancing off your lips in breathless mewls just added to the fire — his fire. 

When he could put a brief end to his train of thoughts, he turned to your now plump lips and, drawn like a magnet, he pecked them; once, twice, until he parted with a last deep kiss. Decided that he wanted to taste more of you, more than where it came from, he began to kiss his way down: first, from your lips, down to your neck, down to your chest, kneeling until he was facing your breasts; until his hands could not help themselves as he cupped them, your perk buds spilling from in between his thumbs and indexes as he massaged them before, with a last brush of his thumbs over your nipples, he parted to travel even more southwards. Now you could feel the roughness of his hands slide down your sides until they stopped at your waist, while his lips were sloppily kissing your abdomen. Every time, his hands would squeeze, as if kneading your skin; unbeknownst to him, intemperance leaked through his hands, the thrill of coming nearer and nearer made the feeling just barely containable. 

It felt like, in a matter of just a breath, he was now planting the last kiss on your mons. Kneeling before you, now his hands slid downwards to your hips, thumbs resting on the place where your iliac crests lay. Up to this point, impulse had taken the lead but, for some reason, at this moment, he could not avoid just tilting up to meet your gaze, seeking permission in your eyes. As if he did not claim he was going crazy just a moment ago. Maybe because, even in this state, it was important to him to still make sure that you wanted this, that you wanted him. 

Your response — reaching for him just to thread your fingers into his mohawk. Enough for him to continue.

Impulse and passion were taking the lead and Genya was  no longer holding back. Salivating at the mere sight of moist nether lips, he found himself swallowing hard as he gazed ever so entranced, ever so hypnotized. Lips parted, he inched close and, governed by anything except for rationale, his face buried itself into your cunt. The contact of his tongue, the feeling of the muscle parting your lips, and the tip dragging itself in between, licking a strap vertically, were enough to make you scream  — someone would have surely noticed had you not clamped a hand over your mouth. 

Your essence had become even more intense, compared to what he had licked off his fingers right before. If it was comparable to honey, yours tasted just as sweet and twice as addicting. And just as sweet and addictive as you were, you managed to draw a groan straight out of him, which rumbled against your lips. More licks followed after, his tongue tracing your labia upwards, downwards, then sucking on them as wanting to suck your wetness out of them. Genya was dying of thirst, and you were like his only source of water, as if he was tasting it for the first time in forever and he did not just want to stop drinking.

“Shit, you taste so good…” 

And you observed. And your breath was already unsteady, feeling the tingling sensation roaming all over your sex as he kept on tracing his tongue on you. You felt a pressure, tons of pleasure without measure and you could barely get a hold of yourself. Likewise, he could not get a hold of himself either — his palms squeezed your cheeks underneath your skirt, bringing you impossibly close against his mouth. 

Yet, as great as it felt, his tongue was always circling near the place where you wanted him the most, you had yet to feel him where you craved him the most. Nearer and nearer, his tongue barely grazed your engorged, throbbing bundle of nerves. You were quivering with the need, pulsating with the unbearable crave of wanting him to send you over the edge. 

Your grip on his locks tightened the slightest; he could not ignore your call when your voice was filled with need and frustration. There could not be more of a beautifully salacious view than the one of you, with your bare chest rising and falling with heavy huffs, glossy half hooded eyes and parted lips. 

“I-Is anythin’ wrong?” He asked, his voice raspy, “Is… it not good?” 

“N-no, it is! I just…I j-just… want…” You stammered, trying to reassure him, yet you also found yourself struggling to find the right words to tell him how you wanted him.

“Tell me…” He swallowed the saliva that had quickly pooled in his mouth,  “...Tell me what you want.” 

Genya would do it, anything you wanted. No matter what. There was a strong will of his to give himself completely to you, to make you feel what no one else could. He wanted to make you feel the way you deserved and, whatever was on his hand (and even what was not, still) he would do it.

“I want you…” You reassured, both of your hands traveling to his parietals to cup them gently, and he let you coax him closer to your palpitating nub, “...H-here. I need… need you right here.” His gaze flickered from you down to your clit and, upon the last here, the gap between his lips and your bundle of nerves finally closed.

His lips wrapped around it instantly, and you could feel his tongue licking a vertical stripe, causing it to be flicked. Your body began to tremble with the euphoria: Genya could feel your thighs trembling with pleasure, and the mere sound of your delighted cries, plus the inability for you to hold them back any longer was enough to have him trembling as well, in due course. 

“Oh my god, right there, please!”

His tongue began to grind against your sensitizing clit, and his lips began to suck more on it. You cried, you moaned, you held tightly onto him, inevitably making him start to let out grunts and groans that vibrated against your tingling folds, tingling folds that puffed up with the buildup of an overwhelming climax.

“More… o-oh, more…” You supplicated, moving your hips as you held onto the back of his head, hoping to get in some way more pleasure, even more despite being experiencing a surreal amount at that very same moment. 

Again, how could he ever ignore your wishes?

You could not help but to yelp at the brief unsteadiness caused by him bringing your hips forward by pushing your cheeks, nevertheless feeling the very same pang in your abdomen in anticipation, your breath quickening even more (as if it had not already turned ragged enough). Neither could you anticipate the hand once stimulating you leaving a trail of fire on your skin as it slid from your thigh downwards, until it reached your leg; getting hold of your calf, he lifted your leg and let it rest over his shoulder so that now your sex was exposed to him: your lips, widely spread apart, glistened with a mix of your slick and his drool, and with just a flicker of his gaze, he could get a view of your drooling entrance. This new angle made his cock strain even more against the fabric of his pants, but the friction, the tightness proved to be somehow fueling the feeling. 

He kept on swallowing, but no matter how many times he did, the saliva would gather in his mouth over and over again, like a starved demon in a mighty lust for blood. He did not think twice, at this point he was but driven madly by his passion. Passion that led his tongue to caress the dripping of your hole, dripping that led the taste to explode on his overly sensitive taste buds, explosion that led a loud grunt to escape his lips. Zeal grew out of his uncontrolled pleasure, and guided his tongue into your entrance, eagerly gliding against your walls to get more of your sweet nectar. A cry, plus the way that your hands pressed his head deeper against  you, made him take a large, calloused thumb onto your bundle of nerves, remembering as best as he could to mimic the movement of his tongue. His thumb rubbed you up and down, side to side, then traced circles on the most sensitive of its spots. 

He remembered and longed for the feeling of your walls. He remembered how your face contorted into the most beautiful love faces as he used his fingers in you. So one of his hands, once resting on your cheek, circled around and slipped in between him and your body. Using the tips, he caressed your moistness until he found himself poking at your tightening entrance. Fuck,— the feeling of your warmth once again against his fingers, oversaturated with wetness that trickled down his phalanges, and onto the floor beneath whenever he would pump them out; squelching whenever he led them back once again into you. 

“S-So good, too much—!” You could not help yourself, lost in the haze, your hips began to grind over and over against his face, the building pressure became just almost too much to bear, getting so unbearably close to your highest peak of ecstasy, ever so dangerously near that it felt torturing. 

Sweet, addicting torture — Not only was it taking a toll on you, but it was taking it on him as well. Hunger, the ache of a lust that needed to be fed on; Genya could not have asked for anything more yet, in due course, he felt the thirst begin to take hold of his throat, of his lower abdomen as it stiffened up in irregular contractions; anxiety came in waves at the thought, at the crave, at the anticipation. He was yearning to taste more of you. To have your sweetness coat his tongue like honey. 

He was barely hanging on: Genya’s grunts and groans resonated even louder, the smacking of his lips and wet sounds of his tongue lapping against your cunt, while he sucked your juices, were uncontrolled, not even remotely blending with the sound of the summer breeze making the branches and their leaves dance, as so poorly did your uncontrolled moaning. However could you restrain yourselves, though? 

His hips were jerking, thrusting against the very same nothing; the way the fabric of his pants with the friction was sending just the right pangs of pleasure through his hard, overly sensitizing shaft, was enough to give out just how feral he was going, and all because of your pussy — all because of you. Your juices were like the sweet taste of wisteria liquor, inebriating, alluring, addictive. That addiction could only grow whenever he perceived there was a subtle change in your taste — something that Genya’s tongue alone could sense. 

“G-Gen… Genya—!”

You were close, you could feel yourself close to your high. Hyperventilation overtook, caused by your unsteady breathing put you into a deeper haze, a haze that deepened with the tears that were clouding your vision (some of them escaped your lash line, running down your cheeks and you were just so helpless against them. Well, you could not even think about stopping them, whatsoever. It had not been long since his fingers were inside you, stimulating you ever so heavenly; your walls, however, were clenching dramatically faster, tightening more and more, fluttering against his tongue which, at this point, struggled to enter you. 

He was close, too — the stirring of his cock against his pants had turned into pulsations, the most intense making him hiss at the sensitivity, whenever his tip would brush against the fabric at this. He felt he was closer and closer to reaching his climax, and the alluring feeling of you being in the same situation, the alluring feeling of  finally getting to taste the sweetest of you, was keeping him going. 

You could not believe it, your thighs would not stop shaking around him when he lapped at your cunt ever so greedily. Your moans were just enhancers to his own.  — he groaned with a tint of exasperation — he needed to taste you entirely.  

The frustration became action; Genya’s large hands were sweaty against your hips when they roamed up to get a hold of them, and he pulled away from your sex, just enough for the air to brush against your folds.

 “C’mere…” Came his breathless growl, said more to himself than to you. As if in great timing, your legs happened to give out on you, but Genya, strong as he was, managed to keep you steady and prevent you from falling. 

The grass rustled beneath him as he lay down on his back, bringing you with him. When you turned down, you could not help but to feel your clit twitch, another wave of fluttering running through your gut washed over you, and all at the sight of his face framed in between your thighs. His breath this time felt cool against your folds, but as he began to guide your hips towards his lips, the warmth increased the closer and closer he got, approaching your lips. You remembered feeling one last sigh, Genya’s gaze taking a different gleam as his orbs flickered to your alluring, moist sex once more. 

He engulfed it all, and even if you could not see it, you could definitely feel it; his lips enclosing your nether ones,  dragging against the sensitive flesh, his tongue running across the common area between your lips, starting downwards, finishing up at the apex of your clit. And as you watched, your jaw could only fall agape, leaving a free way for all the air in your system to escape your lips through a breathless, high-pitched moan. However, you felt like you were going to lose it when he began flicking his tongue against your clit — deep strokes, not too fast. You could not move, your brain felt as if it had shut off, the coil in your abdomen exerting a great deal more pressure than before.

You could not take notice of how harshly his large hands clenched around your hip bones, the edges of his fingernails digging into the plush of your skin, imprinting crescent moons on them — so harshly was he pressing, because he was helpless. Helpless because he could not hold back. Helpless because you were so moreish that he could not keep it to himself. Helpless because he was bound to explode, the seed threatening to shoot out from him as if you could draw it out yourself. Helpless because the taste of you was a sensation that made him feel like he was experiencing something beyond this world; not even the meditation training he had received from Gyomei Himejima could ever put him in the trance you put him in, so hypnotized, so enthralling. 

Unintentionally unforgiving in his pace, his hands rocked you at a fast pace. And you, unable to handle it, were trembling all over. Your clit buzzed with increasingly erratic throbs, nurtured by every lick of his tongue, and it was too much for you. Unconsciously, you tried to bring your thighs together, trying to get a hold of yourself, but all it resulted in was tightening around Genya’s head. ‘He’s so good, he’s so good to you’ — the thought sneaked into reality and it fell on his ears, and so this  caused a maddening grunt to resonate against your folds once more. He could not breathe properly: his cheeks reddened with the warmth and the shortening of oxygen, a thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead as well, with one or two droplets that rolled to the back of his head, disappearing in the tousled raven locks of his mohawk. 

Should anyone wonder whether that would stop him, Genya’s hands just dropped to your thighs until they came at the lateral sides of each one. The way his fingers gripped and nails clawed at the plushy skin could have made anyone conclude he would try to free himself; alternatively, all he did was force your thighs closer, tightening their hold around his face.

Close, beyond close, borderline climax — you were just about to get there. The last steps were usually the most painful, the worst; they had you striving to reach the peak, a peak that seemed so hard to reach whenever one was so close. 

His breath began to shake. His arms began to shake. His grip on you began to shake. And in that wavering, caused by that rush of overwhelming euphoria running in his veins, he finally lost himself: Trembling uncontrollably, your legs felt as if about to give out on you. Reaching maximum ecstasy, your climax announced itself as Genya heard a high-pitched, breathless, moaned version of his name tearing from your throat. 

Yet it was not until the sweetest elixir coated his tongue — nothing like your slick, this was different. If your wetness did make his taste buds explode upon first contact, your release on his tongue made his vision field go white (maybe the responsibility would fall on his eyes rolling to the back of his head by reflex, yet that did not change the fact that he could not think straight.) His orgasm hit him and caused his hips to stutter, and now the place where his cock was pulsating and twitching violently suddenly became warm, hot — but also wet. 

His release had made a mess of his pants, but instead of pulling away, Genya pressed himself even more against your cunt, lapping even more eagerly at your release, continuing to guide your hips as if to ride out your orgasm, as if he could ride out his own as well. He licked you clean, until the very last drop of you he had consumed and disappeared after he swallowed. Still, his tongue relished of you — and as long as it relished of you, he would want more of you. 

A tap to your thighs, and you apologized to him between puffs of breath, to which he reassured it was no big deal. Having spread your legs, Genya could catch on his breath at last, as you had backed out until you were lying right beside him. 

“That was… that was amazing.” 

There were a million things he would have told you, if it was not for the fact that he was breathless, breath taken by you and what you caused in him. The afterglow brought a calming haze, a haze that, nevertheless, had a bittersweet taste. Upon the breeze blowing, Genya noticed the quenching humid spot in his underwear — because, even if the gear was said to repel the humidity, his underwear did not bear the same perks. 

An apology — all he could muster in the afterglow, heat pooling in dusting red all over his cheeks.  Your sweet smile is what he next saw when he finally remembered to blink, having lost himself in the view above, yet never fixated upon anything in particular. Reaching with your delicate hand —or so he descried it, compared to his own— you brushed his raven strands of hair away from a forehead that gleamed, coated by a thin layer of sweat.

“For what?” You asked, in all obliviousness. 

But Genya could not just answer your question; the heat could creep up to his cheeks, his gaze could only avert from yours. Embarrassment — to cum only from eating you out, instead of having pleasured you like you deserved. You could pick it up, however, or at least, and again Genya was overt enough to show it. 

When you tilted your gaze down, you could see the mild rising in his pants, and as if you were connecting the dots, it dawned on you. 

“You… oh.” 

“Sorry,” He could barely mutter, his breath shaky with frustration, but he could not deny it, and the lack of it necessarily meant implicit affirmation. Judgment — he was afraid of it when it came to you. All that had just happened, only to crumble away and at his own fault. 

Painly enamoured, he was, and there was no one in his eyes that could take your place. And as enamoured as he was, it pained him to ponder the possibility that even the slightest slip of his fingers — something as dumb as this — could mean the end. Sometimes love made one act like a fool, think like a fool, feel like a fool — and he was this, nothing but a fool for your love. A hopeless fool.

Your lips pressed together as you watched him, equally as flustered the heat crept up to your cheeks, but completely the opposite was going through your mind at that very same moment.

Your sudden giggle erupting from your chest took him by surprise; although he was unsure about what your reaction would be, this one was certainly the least he expected. It made his lower lip curl into a pout, another glimpse of the helplessness in him. However, to you, it was a sweet view to behold; Genya was the sweetest, funnily sweetest man that you had ever met. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Your smile widened, and so you leaned down. 

“It’s just… I… Damn…”

Your hand on his cheek, you tilted him so as to plant on his lips a sweet peck. He was spiraling, to say the least. He could not help but to hold his breath when you kissed him, completely lovestruck by you. 

He struggled with words, as if they were stuck in his tongue. His lips pressed against each other and rolled together by reflex, as if unconsciously tasting you again. Yet still, that could not help him feel any less embarrassed. 

Of course, you knew that. 

“Gen…” You cooed at him ever so sweetly, “You worry too much, baby…” 

His gaze widened a fraction at the nickname, and his heart began to hopelessly pick up its pace. But what time did you give him to process such an influx of tenderness? Nothing. Your lips were already on his own, by the time that he blinked. Yet this time, he held onto you. He closed his eyes, eventually, flowing with the moment. His tongue began to slowly reciprocate the glide of your own, eventually, melting into your fondness. His arms found your torso, eventually, and he pulled you close to him. His head tilted, eventually, deepening the kiss, telling you what words could not, since clearly they would not be on his side. 

But you broke apart too soon, he was enjoying it, he was melting into you, you pacified his uneasiness. But you had better plans. You were going to help him loosen up, even though by this time, after having eaten you, after having fingered you, after having gotten on his knees for you, maybe by this time, he should have. 

But then, maybe all that Genya needed was an extra push. Oh, were you more than glad to give it to him. 

“Gen, you’re so good to me.” It echoed more into his ears than it actually may have; just the words were enough to make the breath struggle to flow into and out of his system with ease, and it was ever so painfully overt the way his body flinched beneath you, his torso stiffening up — again, cute. He was way bigger than you, but here he was, reduced to a mess, smallened beneath you. 

 “Won’t you limber-up for me?”  

But, again, Genya was at a loss of words. Whether this was an unseen side of you — this day was full of discoveries, apparently — or whether he was even more allured by you, he could not distinguish it. All he knew was that you were making him go on a craze, that he was so feeble before you, so willingly feeble. He could not stop you, he could just watch. 

He could just nod. 

You could just smile. Your thumb brushed his cheek, and without any further ado, you began your descent: first, from his lips, to the angle of his jaw, kissing it; second, from there to the side of his neck. In this case, you did not kiss your way down, but just let your breath hover against his skin. Genya could only feel how a slow shiver ran up his spine, spreading to all the corners of his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shuddered when a small exhale now kissed his skin, before now your lips did. 

A gentle pressing of your lips, then you tested a small lick against it, repeating the same until, by trial and error, you found a particularly reactive place. 

‘Oh…’ came his soft moan, both relief and surprise bleeding into it as, at the same time, his eyes impulsively fluttered close. As if he was blindly following your request and so he began to unwind, as if he was blindly giving in to you.

You smiled against his neck, pleased by this. Pleased by how he swiftly began to relax; you could feel it underneath you, he was not as tense. 

Suddenly, a sting hit his neck and Genya  could not help but to wince in slight pain, “What did you…?”

“Ever heard of love bites?” You retorted, pulling away from his neck, your cheeks heated up mildly, “They’re little marks that you can give to the one you love. You give them to the one you want to be yours.”

His heart raced, he knew what those were. He had seen them on his brother once. But never, ever, received one himself. If one gives those marks to the one he loves, then that explains why the right one never came to him. Maybe because he had not experienced love until he experienced you.

“Will you be mine, Gen?”  

The question echoed ever so eloquently in Genya, in his chest, causing his heart to skip a beat. Yours…

Yours.

“Yes… Fuck—” The curse fell from his lips, “—yes…” Totally inebriated, without a second thought. This, again, made you smile as you gazed deeply into his eyes. 

Expectant, he lifted his head, never missing any of your movements as you moved. His shirt remained wide open, untouched since you had opened it up for him just a while ago. His chest inflated and fell with every rapid, shallow breath of his. Littered with scars, you kissed each as you continued to move downwards. Slow motioned, gentle, sweetly — taking your time, never once rushing. It is all part of the same; You wanted to make from this a perfect moment — to take your time; your pledge. To make sure to drink in every single detail of his, every single reaction, every single sound he made — it was all part of getting caught in the moment. 

You were about to shift, so that you could reach his lower abdomen; However, it had been too much for Genya to stand, apparently. At least, he could not stand just laying while you did all the work. So, abruptly, he stood up, while you remained where you were. 

“Gen?” 

But soon, you would learn that to stop you was the least of his intentions. 

Rising to your knees, you accommodate yourself. In this position, your eye level met his lower abdomen. When he looked down at you, and you up at him, Genya could not control the way such a view brought a titillating pang of heat inside him, pang of heat that caused his once again hardening cock to twitch. 

The mess — he recalled. Fleetingly, he had let slip the reason for his apology, the reason for his embarrassment. But by the time he tried to stop you, you were already kissing his lower abdomen, the buckle of his belt long from undone, and his pants halfway worked down. Panic began to rise, of course, and as much as Genya found his skin twitching at the closeness, as much as he found himself not wanting to stop, this was embarrassing. 

Your fingers, hooked on the waistband of his underwear, were just tugging down at it when his hand took a hold of your wrist. This caused your gaze to tilt up, and in confusion you gazed at him.

“Wait…” He blurted out. 

“Why?”

Well, what sort of explanation was he supposed to give, how was he supposed to tell you what had happened to him?

Whenever his sight averted from yours, the feeling was there again. Cute. A sigh you let out brought a smile to your face then, and so he turned back his gaze on you whenever he felt the warmth of your hand on his own — the same way as he would have at that moment. 

Reassurance — your fingers interlaced with his, and you led it to cup your cheek. Genya worried too much, as you would have told him at that moment. He could only swallow, his jaw could only clench. 

But he nodded.

Until you laid your sight upon the half hardness, sticky and partially wet with still leaking, still warm seed. Your jaw fell agape after it bounced whenever you finally uncovered him.  

“O-oh…”  fell from your lips; to be honest, it was quite a sight to be speechless at. The sight from you, staring ever so frozen up at his girth. As if red cheeks were not already flaring up, this sight made even the tips of his ears burn, yet there was no satisfaction behind it; you did not show any sign of being pleased, and where silence governed, there was place for uncertainty; where there was place for uncertainty, there was indeed place for uneasiness. 

“For… for—” Words tripped in your tongue, and you had to make a pause in order to swallow, a pause to process everything.

“All of this… because of me?”  

“Didn’t mean to… I…” 

What could he say? How could he explain? That he did not make it as far as to hold it in before he could actually please you like you deserved? 

You felt his hand flinch on your face, and upon the slightest sign of it pulling away, you were quickly to, once again, place your hand on top of his. Tilting up, your gazes met again yet, this time, he noted that yours held a different tint: He noted that your orbs seemed to glow with a different tint between half-hooded lids, the color of your irises blending with the sun’s mid-afternoon rays, that you felt warmer against the hand resting on your cheek than just a second ago, as well as the way your lower lip spilled from your biting it with your upper teeth. In his state, there was no way in which he could note the way your arousal tingled, or the way that you began to press your thighs together, already in the need for pressure, or any kind of friction. 

In other words, he did not note that what you actually meant was the opposite. 

Your hand departed from his own, only to wrap itself around his girth. You took your time and, finger by finger, you softly circled him until he was completely in your grasp — gentle, tender was your touch, never otherwise. Underneath, you could feel the wetness of bits of his cum, mildly lukewarm by now. 

“I feel praised,” You admitted in a wholehearted purr while your gaze softened, your eyes softly wrinkling; as your thumb reached up to his completely damp, now leaking with precum head — tracing his shaft all the way with your pad, almost in a ghost like manner, your gaze departed from his own, your head tilting down so that now your complete and undivided attention was set on the girth before you. 

“All this for me…” You repeated, your gaze followed every single one of your movements as your wrist skilfully, slowly, gave his shaft a stroke. There was a wet sound that resonated in the air as you did (product of his precum clicking as you dragged your hand over his dick), repeating the action a couple of times — all this time, looking at him in the deepest infatuation. 

"I thought about this a lot…" you confessed, "of us…" you breathed, and you felt the urge to close your eyes, biting down a mewl as you grinded against your own clenching thighs at the same slow pace you stroked his cock.

"You surprised me…" you confessed, and to be honest this surprise was not in only one way, "you're so…" 

Genya could not believe what was happening. Genya could not even breathe properly. Genya could not even avert his gaze, nor pull his hand away from you; in counterpart —and once again this was his body speaking for him — his hand traveled from your cheek to the back of your head, his fingers unavoidably threading in between your locks in the process.

Smitten, absolute love struck— if he was doing badly before, now it was way worse. Impatience took over him, while you pledged to take your time; because, perfection is achieved through the threading of many little processes, many actions, many words. It was not  a matter of teasing, but a matter of making out of this the most. In all your actions, you vowed for every part of you — every heartbeat, every thought, every ounce of love you held for him — to bleed into them.

"...great," came the word, at last, after getting, for a bit, deeply lost in your actions, in his reactions, in his gestures, as if you were thinking of the right word. You had begun to inch closer to his shaft. Your grip lessened as your thumb began to smear in deep, circular motions, slicky precum oozing out of his head. 

His grip tightened on your hair, and you heard him breathe in sharply, so you inched closer.

"So big…"  your breathed words kissed his head. So responsive he was, that you felt him twitch within your grip, hard. 

"I’m not wrong, right?"

So your gaze, once again, flickered up to meet his, but only for a moment, before your attention you posed onto his length once more. 

He was aware that he was different. His size sometimes made him self conscious as, had an inconvenience occurred to him, it would be painfully obvious — and for that, there would be no haori that could conceal something like that. Managing himself barely, he could use his repetition tactics to try and bring himself to focus elsewhere and, hopefully, bring himself to relax. Just as there were times that he could not, and the ache would be so noticeable that he would have to excuse himself, and that would lead you to linger on his mind, the lewdest version of you deployed in his fantasies as he succumbed to his hand on restless nights, imagining it was you bouncing on top of him, imagining you were letting out pleasured cries for him, imagining with deep, ardent  intrigue what his name moaned from your lips would taste like.

You were mischievous in your own way — angelic, innocent — and that drove him crazy. Craziness that spiraled, triggered by the way that your breath fanned against one of the sides of his shaft (the one onto which a prominent vein rested and protruded. 

“It’s pretty,” You confessed and, kissing the most prominent vein, his abdomen tensed.

 “I like this vein,” You brushed it with the base of your fingers, “...and these,” releasing your grip for the tips of your fingers to brush against the smaller ones. Eventually, you reached the base, and you once again wrapped your hand around the shaft.

 “S’so long…”  Your praise came as a slurred purr this time as you felt a warm wave of arousal make your cunt throb once, feeling how your thighs began to soak up. Now your fingers circled his girth once more, and you brought your hand towards the tip, stopping at the base of this one.

“The way it curves is so lovely,” You smiled, owing to the curve to the right it took, tracing it as you led your hand backwards in a deep stroke. 

“...it’s so thick,” You breathed, this time your lips hovered over it. It twitched again, impatience and frustration bubbled up in his being, yet even so, he would never dare get in the way of your actions. You  had to stop and swallow, for the drool threatened to escape the corner of your lips.

“And it’s a mess…” You mewled, this time your gaze connected to his as your tongue stroked a vertical stripe through the underside of it, sighing in pleasure with a gaped jaw whenever you reached the tip. Salty, gently, not so much, it was pleasant. 

“I’ll clean it up for you, okay?” 

The angelic lewdness with which you were enthralling him, something never imaginable for him, it hit him ever so unexpectedly. His breath hitched in his throat after a sharp inhale, air that could only be released by force after your lips finally wrapped themselves around his tip. 

“F-fuck—!” Came a choked growl from his lips, as his fingers enclosed a fistful of your hair, as if by that he could relieve the tension. He could feel himself burn at the cheeks and even the tips of his ears, while the coil in his lower abdomen began to exert such a pressure that he had to do his best to keep himself together; this time, he could not let himself commit the same mistake, this time he would endure. 

It was slow how you took him — patiently, one inch at a time. He was way bigger than you had calculated, judging by the grip of your hand on his shaft. His girth forced you to make an effort, your jaw falling a bit more slack. It was lewd, how you stopped every now and then to rest, only for his cock to reach an inch deeper into your mouth, the salty flavor and the typical consistency of his cum dancing in your tongue with more intensity the more you took him in. Overachiever as you were, as stubborn as you were, he eventually fitted almost all the way into you (and, whatever did not fit, you could rely on your hand.) 

To say Genya felt the weakness take over his knees was the least. Sensitivity and infatuation had mixed together and, to see the way in which you took him made him helpless. 

Perfection — you had decided it. He deserved being treated well. He decided to be taken care of, just like he had done with you previously. 

Genya felt the pressure envelop his cock, and the wet swirling of your tongue as you backed away, as if dragging it with you. ‘Fuck’ — you could not be looking at him with such an innocent glint on your irises as you did what you were doing — you were going to make him cum on spot.

“Ah…” You barely pulled away when, with a wet popping of your lips against his head, you released him. It came off as a sighed moan, your glossy eyes, iris highlighted by the gentle reddening of your scleras as you blinked a few tears off. 

“I love how you taste…” You told him in a soft breath, your tongue peeking from in between your lips to lick the remains, as your free hand crept up to wipe the fresh drool that, naturally, had escaped through the corner of your mouth once gathered again in you.

One praise after the other — there was determination in you, to make him feel how much you liked him. Through every action, through every word, through everything, never once did you waver with your honey-like tone, sweet by nature and soft spoken. He called your name, choked in a deep hiss, as if trying to tell you this was way too much for him to handle, as if he wanted to tell you he needed you more.

“...Makes me want more,” You giggled, “...I can’t wait.”

 At the sight of no objections on his behalf, you decided to continue, as if the hunger of seeing him pleased was an almighty crave in you. As if pleasing him was your way to tell him, to make him understand. 

“I’ll stop whenever you want, okay?” you told him, your lips loitering once again a breath away from his pulsating length. You took his hand, guided it to your lips as you turned the slightest to your side, only for your lips to kiss a prominent knuckle of his, “I just think you deserve to feel good.” You added, before you guided it to your hair, prompting him to pull your hair back so that he could take a look of what you meant. 

Heavy breathing, body heating, arrhythmic heart beating — he was reduced to being nothing but shambles. Here you were now, admiring it for yourself, touching him and he would not have the willpower to stop you, but instead observe and melt into each word, each action, each moment. Even if it felt rare for such feelings of devotion and love to bloom at such a scene, it was something inevitable. Your words, each and every single, had hit him from up close. Who would ever treat him with such kindness? Who would ever do this for him? It all felt sincere. Maybe in another context, if he had not been as smitten, as besotted as he was with you, he would have snapped and told you not to say such things while doing something so dirty like this. 

This, however, was different.

He began to give in, and as he began to give in, once shut in grunts turned louder, and so grunts turned into moans — it was hard to keep them behind gritted teeth at first, but soon enough he found himself loosening up. His hips began to roll against your mouth, and you were smart to follow him along, creating a pace in which your nose almost met your hips. 

Gagging was inevitable, you were resolved to take him all the way in, eventually, and it was impossible for tears not to gather at your lash line as a result of his tip almost hitting the back of your throat. He was twitching, irregular flinches of his shaft made it shake in your mouth; that, his pleased sounds, your gazes connected through the haze, the piercing connection passing through the curtain of tears, your moans and mewls vibrating in his cock, the erratic breathing, his salty taste coating your tongue, the rubbing of your thighs against each other and  the grinding of your hips to possibly pacify this need for friction—

It was too much.

His cock slid off you with a wet pop, his head grazing the corner of your lips, rapid huffing now echoed in the air and it came from both of you. Only when the colder air grazed his humid shaft did he blink himself out of it. Passion fogged gaze laid itself upon you, and only then you became aware that the sunlight had taken a more golden tint. Probably, training should be about to culmine, maybe it was time to come back. 

“Do we have to go back?” You asked, your voice having taken a sultry, slightly hoarse tone. Your eyes were curved in disappointment, in need — both corporally, but also pitiful; whenever something is so magic, it tended to happen so fast, its evanescence being a motive to mourn it when you realized how ethereal things were, as if having slipped from your hands like sand between your hands. You deemed yourself selfish for wanting this to last just a while longer. You found yourself longing for him. Longing to satiate this thirst that, no matter whatever you did, it continued to grow — and that could only be quenched by him and only him. 

And, with every fiber of your being, you wished this would last forever. 

It felt like an eternity until you blinked and noticed Genya was kneeling at your eye level, until you felt the warmth of those fingers, from that same hand that held your head moments ago, taking in them your chin.

“No, it’s not. Let’s stay a bit longer.” 

And from your lips, through your fallen ajar jaw broke out a breathless sigh, heavy as if you were holding your breath somehow, and immediately relaxation hugged every corner of your body, giving place then for the building, burning desire to keep on burning within you. Flaring up from your lower abdomen, then growing towards your throat, and likewise irradiating to your core. 

You could not help yourself, completely infatuated, completely dependent on him. Far gone, you were, you had to throw yourself, your arms finding shelter around his neck, and from your lips melded into his own came the greed that you would just not hold back anymore. 

He was quick to reciprocate — from his lips he let out the very same eagerness, from his tongue gliding with yours as well, and tasting himself in you. Genya and you were dying of thirst, and you were each others’ water. 

“I want you… Want you to make love to me…”  Fell the plea off your lips, at last, your lips brushing against his as you spoke, returning quickly to kiss him; you could not break away from him, not even for a second. The heat was heavy in the air, and if it was already hot, now it was even more — almost scorching, but it burnt so good. 

 Lust clouded eyes focused on yours, and the words he uttered — the way he said them — made your heart skip a beat.

He huffed out your name, completely taken aback as if you were not doing any of this in the first place. 

“Fuck… C’mere.” He repeated, as he would have told you before, “Want you too. Need you so much.” 

His tone had grown more confident. Now more sure than before, the words did not stumble in his tongue, and the resolve was clear as water in his eyes.  The need was irresistible. It was irresistible. Fuck, he needed you, fuck you were going to make him lose his mind.

His hands a step ahead from him, and he pulled away, a haziness taking over him, as if his body was about to enter a trance, an ecstatic one. There was a mix of hands as you both peeled the clothes off each other, unable to hold yourselves back anymore — only his pants remained halfway undone, however. It was then that his arms encircled your waist; just like that, he had easily picked you up; Your legs hugged his hips close, and your lips were on each other’s, as if there was no time to waste and he led you both against the trunk of the tree, until your back was laid against the rough surface. It did not bother you in the slightest, how the rugosity would scratch your back — your attention, your devotion, all of you, it was on him.

Love and lust blended, you wanted to give him everything, and that was where those two concepts converged. He wanted to give you everything, and that was where those two concepts converged. Where those two concepts, born and raised in two different bodies, seeped out of your bodies and converged. Give, give, give. That was all he wanted; that was all you wanted. 

There was more than just conversations, glances, aspects — ever since you had met him, you knew he was something else. That he had something, something waiting to be noticed, something waiting for you to see it, something waiting for you to take it. You were both waiting for each other. You were both waiting for this moment. Bless the day Tanjiro talked Genya into you and, likewise, bless the day Kanroji talked you into him. 

Because now Genya was all yours. 

And you were all his. 

And both of you were about to give yourselves to each other. 

“Do it,” The slight difference in temperature made the haze of his train of thoughts and feelings come to a pause, and so he became aware of the length that throbbed with need around his hand — hand that, absentmindedly, had begun to move in deep strokes as he thought, as he looked, as he touched — as he felt.

“Please…” Your implore came from both your words, and your lips blending with his in a needy kiss; from the movement of your hips seeking for some friction that only he could give you, to the frustrated whimpers that would leave your bodies, as you pretended to rush, rush until you could feel him within you, only to then take it slow. 

Genya so complied. He wanted you. No doubt, no hesitation, his body moved to the beat of the desires of the deepest of his core, and where desire outweighed reason, there was no point of return. Genya found himself guiding his cock to your entrance, wet and heating up with expectation, with eagerness. Painful need. 

Patience out of courtesy, Genya waited for you to nod at him, to press his tip deeper, consistent pressure applied until he managed to push it in. Curses mindlessly fell from his lips — respect was hard to keep when he finally got what he so deeply had been craving for all this time, daydreaming night and day that someday this moment would come, and finally his thirst would be eased. 

“Y-you’re so big…!” You could not stop yourself from pointing the obvious out, whimpering as he prodded against your entrance — even a hand as big as his could barely wrap itself around his girth. Veins adorned it and roamed from the tip that was red with ardor, disappearing towards the base a great deal of centimeters later. Whether it was your lack of sexual encounters in a while, or whether it was not, he was objectively special.

“Y-You’re small…” In the same way, he let out a sharp gasp, the strain of the size difference becoming evident in the way that he pushed into you, “So- s’tight—!” A gasp ended up taking over him, and you could see his eyes threatening to the back of his head at a quiver of your walls. 

  Slow, a bit at the time — he had to work on his reminder ever so hardly. Reminders that were hard to keep in mind when he was slowly burying himself into you, when those walls that struggled to stretch, to take him in— those walls that stang, and that the sting crept up to your then glossy eyes — but that, at the same time, kept sucking him in, as if, selfishly, wanted him to stay and never go.

But he stopped upon seeing your expression contorting in what seemed like pain, to him. Genya opted to distract you as, with little pushes of his hips his cock buried itself further into you; so tender kisses began to litter your skin with kisses, from your shoulder to your neck, from your neck to your cheek. 

“You’re doin’ so well… almost there,” His praise came with strain, the tightness becoming overwhelming to every single one of his senses, causing his eyes to almost roll to the back of his head, and so he could not avoid the need to let his forehead fall onto your shoulder.

“Fuck, feels s’good…”

It was your chest that heaved, they were your puffs of breath reverberating on the woods that became even more irregular as he pushed another inch inside you. Your gaze, fixed on the place where his dick was almost through disappearing whole inside you, got clouded with lust, and as his shaft grazed in its way a sensitive place in you, you could not help but to flutter your lids close; the pleasure, so intense, threatened to escape your body and so it made your back arch, your chest inflate with air as a high pitched gasp seeped in. 

And so he was finally fully inside you. All that effort, leaving you both breathless from a race that you did not even run yet. You both gazed into each other's eyes, but Genya was the one seeking your silent permission for him to move — permission that came with a kiss. Your lips place themselves on his own, blending quickly but smoothly in a deep kiss. Tongues glide on each other with more confidence, with just as much yearn, and so the unsaid is left said through actions: Adoration, enamour, ardor, passion, promises. 

In a last peck to his now humid lips, you pull away just enough to place your forehead against his, just enough to have your lips brushing against his. And so the unsaid is left said, and you confessed what you have been itching to hear from your lips ever since you came around with your feelings over him.

“I love you, Genya.” 

And so it was sealed.

Genya felt as if the air left his system with the deep exhale he took, eyes filled with emotions as his irises flickered with the awe you had caused in him. 

“...I love you.”  He retorted, as soon as he breathed in. There were no second thoughts, he felt it. Amongst all the uncertainties that could cloud his vision, there was something clear and that was the love he held for you. He kissed you, as soon as those words left his lips, with twice, thrice as much passion as you had done just before. He began to move, as soon as his lips claimed yours. He drank in your moans, as soon as his tip began to hit the sweetest of the spots inside you. 

Genya’s appearance was deceiving — for a man who was rough looking and with such a massive size, he made love to you with such a care that would be deemed as unfit for someone of such a presence like his own. His muscles clenched each time he pounded into you, the effort evident in every inch of his body; the ultimate proof of how much he did love you. It just would irradiate from his pores, it was nothing that he could consciously help. It would irradiate from his voice, from his breath. It would irradiate from the way his hands would hold onto the skin of your glutes, in the way in which his nails would dig crescent moons into the plush of your skin out of ecstasy. It would irradiate from the pores of his skin which twisted into goosebumps, all over his body. It would irradiate from the way his abdomen contracted with each push of his hips against your thighs. 

Your eyes would keep on widening as the feeling of pressure with pleasure began to mix together, until it became a mix of pressure, pleasure and growing tightness. Growing tightness, clenching walls and erratic throbbing. Far gone, you were so far gone, that being heard as a result of your loudening moans and cries was, at this point, the least of your concerns. Genya did nothing to stop you, as he could not stop himself either. You straightened your back against the trunk of the tree you were lying against, your nails digging into his shoulders.

It was at this moment that you realized just how much closer you wanted him. So your hands snaked around him, from his shoulders to his back, and you pressed your torso against his. Close to him beyond possible, that is where you wanted to be, how you wanted to be. You could not bear it, vibrating along the waves of pleasure that rumbled from your spot towards the coil tightening, resting on your lower abdomen. Your lips ended up in front of his ear when you intended to press your cheek against his, and some tears falling from your clouded sight stained his cheek.

“Oh, god— G-Gen, I’m so close…” You whimpered, and just that whimper was enough to set himself on fire, “T-touch me,”

And so he did; a hand slid in between your bodies, the rough pad of his digit began to swipe at your engorged, pulsating clit — sloppy, fast. He needed you, he was close, and he needed to bring you there with him.

It was a curse that fell from his lips behind gritted teeth. Genya was at this point a few last thrusts away from losing himself, losing himself within you. Your walls continued to hold him in, to have such a vice grip on him that could only tighten more and more. Your insides drooled with passion, the wet sounds resonated, they could only get louder and louder as you quenched your thirst. 

 You got so caught in the moment; ecstasy made eternity to grow smaller in range, and eternity was now reduced to these woods, where time seemed to have stopped and where the last breath seemed to be the longest, the longest before he told you corporally that he loves you so fucking much, and poured all that love inside you, to call you his forever. 

You were caught in the moment.

[rougepancake]

I’m a genya whore so excuse me..

Genya in demon form biting readers next because she asked…

Who said that?? Not me!

LMFAOOO YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME 😭💜

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, but not really. Will be honest- this idea had me giggling and kicking my feet

“Genya..?” You asked hesitantly, peeking out from behind the tree you had been standing behind. He spun around and met your gaze, his eyes wild with a mixture of fear and a primal hunger that you’d never get used to no matter how many times you saw it.

“Please.” You took a step forward, urging him away from the body he had been standing over. “I know you’re hungry.” You unbuttoned your corps uniform and revealed your neck and shoulder to him. “And yes I know that you promised yourself that you’d never hurt me…” You cleared your throat. “But I don’t want you to go mad. So please. Just take a chunk and then we’ll never speak of it again.”

Hesitantly, he took a step towards you, letting out a slight growl as he leaned in and grazed his teeth across your skin. You shivered, tilting your head to the side to allow him more space.

After what seemed like forever, Genya finally bit into your skin, doing his best to gently sink in his teeth, but he just couldn’t help himself. You tasted so damn good. You were the best thing he had ever been fed by a long shot.

Plus, the soft moan you let past your lips wasn’t really helping his case.

Both of you enjoyed it, just in different ways.

Makes for an interesting conversation in the bedroom though.

[mamayan]

Ok but like…we NEED a genya one shot where he eats out reader…or a dominant jealous one👀 ((if your still doing requests ofc no pressure)) go crazy with either one, have fun!✨

I can completely see Genya going a little feral eating pussy for the first time—

★彡Time Out ☆彡

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

cw: First time oral (F) • NSFW • Feral Genya lol • Overstimulation • Face Riding • Praise • Body Worship (¿)

He didn’t have many expectations when it came to intimacy with you.

He was entirely happy to simply bask in your presence, to see your smile, to receive your love. Intimacy came in many forms, like when you slipped your warm fingers into his hand and entwined them with his own. Genya adored just being by your side, and when he received physical tokens of your love in the form of hugs and gentle kisses, it was difficult not to melt into a puddle for you.

While he knows his appearance can make him seem unapproachable, but you have a way about you that seems to tame him. He’s not brash in your presence, humble instead and showing of every courtesy and respect. He follows your lead, because it’s the most natural for him.

He truly had no expectations, nothing to compare or contrast with in his memories.

So when he tastes your pussy for the time? It’s like nothing makes sense anymore.

“How the fuck—?” He’s left in utter awe because you’re so soft and damn warm it makes him light headed. “Y-you’re so hot,” he’s mumbling and moaning as he licks up your molten center with his tongue again. “Fuck—sweet too,” he never imagined or expected tasting you on his lips would be so magical.

And when you respond?

He loses it. Hearing you moan, a noise deeper and more breathy than he’s ever heard from you before it makes his cock jump in his pants. He’s devouring you, messy licks and sucks, tongue swiping all over your pussy. He’s slithering the wet appendage inside the tight confines of your pussy too, pushing past the ring of muscle and letting the tip of it graze your gooey walls. When you cry and writhe under his attention, pulling on his mohawk and grinding more of your sweet cunt across his face?

He decides this isn’t enough and promptly puts to use his hard earned muscles, hands slipping around your thighs and slipping you both.

He less asks you to ride his face and more makes his face the most pleasurable option. His fingers dinging into the plush of your hips while he helps anchor all of you down while pushing and pulling you. He’s desperate to taste more, fill his lungs and soul with you, his own hips pathetically swiveling and jerking for friction. It hardly matters that nothing is touching his cock besides his own clothes, because he’s already close to blowing just from his erotic it feels for you to grind your cute puffy clit on his nose while his tongue opens you up to drink from.

He can’t talk with his mouth full, it’s bad manners after all, so instead you fill the space not overtaken by wet squelching and moans with praise.

“Genya, baby it feels so good~”

“You’re so perfect, always making me so happy,”

“Love your tongue, so close—!”

“Oh ‘Nya, m’cuming—,”

The first time you cum on his tongue, he’s quick to follow after. Filling his pants with sticky hot cum which will take him forever to scrub out tomorrow. It’s worth it, because even as you sigh and groan, hips rolling, his tongue switches course after he’s swallowed your release.

He’s attacking your clit with vigor. Loving the wailing noises you release as you’re nearing the edge again so quickly. Soaking his lower face in sweet nectar he refuses to allow to go to waste.

He gets so distracted with tasting your cum it seems to shut his poor brain off.

Even as you beg for mercy, attempt to sit up, he’s unhearing as his mouth follows your sensitive cunt, quick to twist your bodies into a new position. He’s laying across you, his lower half more near your face as he pins you with his weight and feasts.

He’s usually so obedient, but Genya is utterly lost to his new found obsession.

“G-Genya, wait—! Oh~” he’s improving with remarkable speed, acting as if he’s determined to perfect how to devour your pussy in one night. “N-no more baby, oh, no more please~” it’s hard to tell if you truly want him to stop when you grip his head and push him down further, hips bucking for more.

He’s delirious, licking and sucking, making a complete mess of your lower half while he finds heaven between your thighs.

“Time out—!” You’ll finally cry, most recent orgasm feeling too much for real, your trembling figure exhausted despite the manic look in his eyes as he pulls up to check on you.

“I-I’m sorry… it’s just… I need it,” he’s not joking either, his desperate expression serious too.

You set the limit of orgasms from now on, lest he truly spend all night making you cum.

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[austinsdemise]

✪ɢᴇɴʏᴀ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ✪

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ !!•ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ•!!

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɢᴇɴʏᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍᴜᴛꜰɪᴄ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ‘ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ʜᴏʀᴍᴏɴᴇꜱ’ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴʏᴀ ᴀʀᴇ 18-19, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ.

//ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ꜱᴇx, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ//

!ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ! ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ 🤭✨

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Y/N wasn't your typical demon, actually, they were one of Muzan's offspring. A cross between human and the fucking demon king. Safe to say they were in his presence at almost all time, that was until Y/N was "killed" by a slayer. In reality this was part of their recently awakened blood demon art. Their blood art prevented Muzan from reading their mind and causing very real hallucinations to occur when they make contact with their victim. Escaping their father was top priority, as the experimentations he had put his offspring through were less than pleasant. From being thrown into the sun and getting half cooked to being forced to feed off all ages of people, it was hell.

The close monitoring of Y/N's every move was making them insane. The half human in them kept them sane.

Once spacing the demon king, Y/N found little use for themself, being half demon didn't help when you had to travel in the sun. But through all the trouble and hardships, they found their way to being recruited as a demon slayer and eventually the Tsuguko to the sound hashira due to their "flashy" nature, his words not mine. Now that Y/N was free from their father's control they have decided to take it easy as their life as a demon slayer. Hiding in plain sight from both Muzan and the Demon Slayer corps as they continue on with their life like any normal person, or demon in their case. But even if they were free Y/N couldn't help but feel lonely, knowing that they were the only one to have a secret as big as theirs.

That was until they met the tall and brooding teenager going by the name Shinazugawa Genya.

They smelt the demon blood in him, it wasn't even that hard either. The two teens soon quickly became friends, and Y/N was estatic about it. Never had they ever had a friend their own age, though Uzui and his wives were nice to them, it felt more like a teacher and student relationship. Not that Y/N would ever admit but the first time they met Genya they couldn't help but do a double take. His rough exterior attracted the softer Y/N in so many ways. The black haired demon was very awkward around Y/N at first, blatantly refusing to talk to them sometimes out of embarrassment. But as the weeks passed the teens became closer, both in friendship and something akin to desire blooming. When the time felt right Y/N decided to finally reveal their secret to the weaker demon.

The ordeal went better than expected. Genya was obviously startled at the sudden revelation, but also comforted in knowing that he wasn't the only demon with in the corps that was made to kill their kind. As time passed the demons' relationship grew larger, Genya had even developed a quite apparent crush on the fellow demon seeing as they trained together very often, which caused them to get in promiscuous positions every now and then leaving him blushing. These actions always make him quit training a early so he can go back to his room and whip out his cock. Humping his pillows, imagining it was Y/N's plush thighs he was fucking instead. He always came quick to the thought of Y/N, but that doesn't mean he doesn't make himself cum 2-3 more times from more scenarios he could make up for the two. And Y/N was innocent either, their own desire for Genya flowered. The tall male just made Y/N's heart throb, he was their age and kind to them. And never having experienced love before Y/N was hesitant to express their feelings, terrified that Genya wouldn't feel the same way. Ever since Genya's crush became more profound he couldn't help but be more horny in his movements and actions, wanting to impress Y/N and show his dominance.

Even hinting in his words that the two should get some alone time, but with Y/N being slightly dense and not having experienced anything like that, he was always met with an innocent response.

At this point his lust for Y/N was too strong for his hormonal teenage body to stand. There was one time Y/N backed up into him while training and he couldn't help grabbing them by the hips and pulling them against his own, almost grinding on them but stopped himself. Leaving quickly as to not let them see the tent in his pants, Y/N standing there rightfully confused that the now fleeing Genya. That night he had a particularly long session of imaging what Y/N could do to him.

But soon his wishes would be granted. One day while training, both Y/N and Genya's bodies were moving in a quick rhythm as their wooden swords clashed against each other. Sounds of wooden clacking and scrapping filled the small clearing in the secluded forest, leaving them in a private space as to not bother others while training. One final time Their swords met and Genya just happened to overpower Y/N's swing. Swiping his sword in a downward motion caused Y/N's to be pushed to the ground and pinned under his sword. His body also moved to pin them to the ground, as his lower half kept theirs to the ground and his arms caged their top half.

Panting, and clearly out of breathe, the two exchanged a look. Y/N's now discarded sword laid beside them, Genya taking the chance to pull a slightly cringey move. Quickly adjusting his hands on the sword he brought it to lodge itself in the dirt beside their face. They flinched at the sudden movement but eventually huffed at the move pulled. Lying limp under the tall and brooding male that kept their soft body pinned to the ground.

Genya leaned down to be level with Y/N's face, grinning. “I win." His words made Y/N whine out in faux sorrow. but quickly giggling, finding the situation funny. Their body started to feel sore from being pushed against the ground, some small rocks deciding it would be a good time to lodge themselves into their back. They looked back up at the ravenette, his eyes grazing their body, but they waited a moment, confused why he hasn't moved off of them yet and the look he just gave them. Just as they were finally about to ask him to get off of them, something hard found it's way to poke at their ass.

"No way." Y/N gasped at the foreign feeling, but not an unwelcoming one. Genya's gave shifted to one of horror as he noticed that Y/N had noticed his raging hard on.

Want to quickly deescalate the situation he moved back a little bit, but Y/N's curiosity got the best of them and they shifted a little bit. A groan escaped Genya's chest, eyes opening wide in embarrassment as he slapped a hand over his mouth. The noise he produced made something inside Y/N light up, like a moth to a flame. They watched as they moved their hips against his again, the prettified expression combined with the furious blush on his face made him look so cute in their eyes. Wanting to hear more of his noise, Y/N took his hand from his face and held it in their own, before moving their hips up and down the now protruding length with their ass. He fit like the piece of the puzzle Y/N was missing. Lodged perfectly in the crook of their ass.

Genya's head threw back ass he let out a throaty gasp at the sudden pleasure Y/N brought him. "Ah, fuck, Genya couldn't help the way his hips started to move along with theirs. With a sudden boost of confidence, Y/N bunched the bottom of Genya's shirt up to watch his abs. The rhythm in which his hips rolled to match Y/N's own moment, made his abs clench and stretch with every roll.

The sight made something in them go feral, feeling their core start to heat up at the erotic display. The new feeling made Y/N squirm from their place under Genya, an actual whine eliciting from their throat. Now it was Genya's turn to go feral at the noises they produced. With impatient hands he moved his hand from Y/N's hold and down to his belt. He stumbled slightly when trying to unbuckle his belt.

Eventually he got it unbuckled and ripped the belt off, drool starting to pool in Y/N's mouth at Genya's desperation to continue their actions. Assisting him with shaky hands, Y/N placed a hand on his lower abs, dragging it down until it met the top of his pants. They looked up for approval, only meeting Genya's blushing face. He furiously nodded, accepting Y/N's offer with his predicament. The button of his pants quickly came undone, and once it did Genya shoved his pants down to free his erection. His cock slapped against his lower stomach at the sudden freedom, a short grunt escaping Genya at the cold air now encapsulating his dick. Y/N took a moment to observe Genya's little friend, well, not so little friend. The mushroom tip was already leaking as pearly beads slid down it. Prominent veins decorated the thick length, curly black hair adorned the base.

He gulped at Y/N's staring, eyes darting away, all of a sudden feeling self-conscious. His whole body jolted as something wrapped around his length. Y/N's hand brushed up it, before gently encasing around it. Though acting confident, their shaking hands gave them away. With pleading eyes, Y/N looked up at him. "Genya, please, they paused, taking a moment to choose their next words carefully, licking their lips, "I want you.”

Genya swallowed, their words lighting a fire in his lower stomach. Only one feeling slightly embarrassed when his cock twitched in excitement in Y/N's hand. "Of course Y/N." With no more words exchanged, he leaned his top half down to lay against theirs. His lips hastily finding theirs as they molded together, tongues quick to find each other. As they sloppily made out, Genya shifted both of their positions, pulling Y/N's body closer to his and moving their legs up on either side of his hips. Lifting his chest off theirs a little bit, he moved a hand to start unbuttoning their slayer uniform, a hand keeping their hips in place. Y/N still had their hand on his cock, now slowly stroking it.

With Y/N's uniform top now completely unbuttoned, it slid down to lay loosely around their body. Their cute chest now exposed to the hungry male. His eyes Turing predatory as he observed Y/N's now exposed chest. The hand not holding their hips down moved up to their chest, delicately cupping it. His hand was big and warm, making Y/N gasp into the kiss as he squeezed at their chest.

With their lips still moving against each other, Genya's hand unexpectedly pinched Y/N's nipple. A loud whimper was shot into the kiss as their back arched off the ground and into the big hand holding their chest. Trying their best, Y/N attempted to grind down on Genya, but the hand holding their hip held them down. The sloppy kiss was broken by Y/N shoving their face into Genya's shoulder as he continued his actions of pinching and squeezing on their sensitive nipples. Their hand moved away from his dick, their arms now wrapped around the males neck. He whined at the loss of the feeling of Y/N's hand. Wanting to see the now submissive demons face, Genya pushed the shivering Y/N away from his shoulder and into the ground. The feeling of his heart beat in his cock was prevalent as the fingers digging into his shoulders. When he pulled away he saw the disheveled look on Y/N's face, drool sliding down the side of their face and now down their neck.

Fuck, he couldn't bare to wait any longer. Y/N's adorable whines made him want to push them up against the nearest tree and breed them for hours, or at least until their throat went raw from crying out his name. The arms over his shoulder shifted slightly, before something tugged harshly on his hair. Now it was his turn to arch his back, the stinging feeling leaving his eyes teary and a deep groan to escape his chest. Looking down at Y/N he saw them slyly smirking up at him. He dove down to kiss Y/N again, this time more intense than the previous one. After a few moments of exploring each others mouth, they separated, leaving a long thick string of saliva to connect them. The string of saliva broke and landed on Y/N's face, making them flinch and go cross eyed at the goop of saliva that now later over the bridge of their nose.

Chuckling at the silly display, Genya brought a hand up to wipe the spit away. Y/N appreciated this, until she saw him slip the saliva covered finger into his mouth and lick it away. Their hole clenched around nothing at the view. His face showing a teasing expression at the blushing demon. Wanting revenge at his teasing, Y/N trailed a hand secretly down in between their bodies before…

"Oh fuck~!"

Genya whined out, the rough contact of their warm hand made him buck his hips into it. Y/N moved their hand at a speedy rhythm, to through the once dominant male for a loop as he doubled over and whimpered. Pre-cum leaked thickly from the tip of his penis and over Y/N's knuckles.

Genya, who had finally regained the slightest composure, wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. He reached towards the buckle of their belt and skillfully took it off along with unbuttoning their pants. Without a care, Genya used some of that demon strength to literally rip off Y/N's pants, which made them yell a 'Hey!' at him annoyed. Caught in the moment of currently being jerked off by a warm hand and the recent adrenaline of training, he swiped their panties to the side and tested the waters by tapping a finger against their hole. Causing them to gasp out and tug at his hair.

Intertwining their fingers into the messy hair. A warm slick greeted his index finger. And soon he was plunging 3 fingers deep into Y/N as they moaned out his name. As the two teens fondled each other, night started to fall. Leaving the two bathed in only the glow of the setting sun, making the scene all the more intimate. Feeling his cock twitch in their hand, Y/N jerked a little harder than before as they watched his abs clench and him letting out a curse. Cum squirted out and onto Y/N's bare stomach, some flicking up and onto his own abs.

Y/N, who felt extremely close to the edge, did something that made Genya hard again. As his fingers continued the wrecked Y/N's hole, a hand came down from Genya's Mohawk to swipe some of the cum off their stomach, bringing it up to their lips to lap up the salty liquid, making eye contact with Genya as they did so. His eyes were now dark and clouded as he watched the scene unfold. Soon his cock came twitching back to life as Y/N's legs started to close around his hips as they were about to cum.

The warm hole wrapped around Genya's fingers tighten, leaving his fingers stuck in them as they came hard. Both at the feeling of his fingers curving up to hit their g-spot and the taste of his cum. Genya could feel the cum start to flow out of them and through his fingers, leaving a sticky mess in his palm. Genya pulled out his now drenched fingers once Y/N relaxed around them. Not wasting a second he pulled up Y/N's slightly limp body and layed them over a nearby log, hips high up in the air. He stood tall behind the bent over Y/N, stroking his cock in preparation for what was to come next. Two fingers came to thrust into their hole, making sure that they were properly stretched before Genya kneeled down and brought his hand back and quickly jerked his dick off, moving it down to graze Y/N's now leaking hole. Y/N gasped at the grazing touch, back arching as they tried to present themself more to the scarred male. Plush ass and thighs inviting the muscular teen to fuck them silly. Asking for consent to continue, he was met with a nod from Y/N's end, making eye contact with him and pleading from him to get inside them already. With no further waiting, he grabbed the slightly smaller teen by the hips and started to push the mushroom tip of his cock into Y/N. He was met with some resistance as this was clearly both of their first times. Their back arched in pain as Genya pushed past their hymen, one of the hands holding them up moved back to hold Genya's hand that was placed on their hip, comforted by the feeling of him.

Slowly, he continued to push deep into Y/N, pelvic bone finally meeting their ass. They had never felt so full, the stretch of Genya's cock made them want to be fucked like this every single day. The stretch was just so addicting. Y/N was able to feel every vein that grazed their walls, even being able to see a slight bulge in through their stomach where the tip of his dick pushed against their cervix.

Once the two accommodated to the new and extreme feeling, Genya drew his hips back a little, before pushing back into Y/N. This small movement elicited a moan from deep in Y/N, the feeling addicting. Just the sound alone was enough to make Genya continue his light thrusting, every time his hips met their ass they moaned out loud, no longer ashamed of being loud. He began to speed up, an obvious sound now present as their hips met. A loud Schlick ran though the air with a particular hard thrust. The thrust made Y/N arch their back and claw against the ground, drool starting to seep from the corners of their mouth.

Biting down on his lower lip to keep from moaning to loud, Genya started to thrust harder, a clap resonating through the forest clearing. Drool seeped from the corners of his mouth as he turned feral, his thrusts sloppy and uncoordinated. Every roll of his hips made Y/N melt into his touch, the feeling borderline heavenly. The grooves of Y/N's hole made him weak in the knees, but no matter how weak his knees felt he didn't stop thrusting hard into the submissive demon. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, both partially covered in cum as well. Feeling that knot starting to form in his stomach, he somehow got rougher, a white ring formed around the base of his dick from fucking Y/N's creamy hole. Slick coated every inch of his cock, the gooey white ring around it started to drip onto their thighs and down the log underneath them. He started to observe the body under him. Their back was arched in an almost painful looking way, shoulder blades tense. The recoil of their ass from his hips hitting it made him feel like he was going mad, as he stared when it bounced against him. Deciding to drape himself over Y/N, he kissed and licked at the back of their neck, leaving love bites in his wake. The new angle made him hit Y/N's g-spot, making them clench harshly around his thick length. The sensation made Genya growl lowly, savagely starting to suck on their neck leaving love bites all around. The knot in Y/N's stomach started to snap as the bit into their wrist, drawing blood.

Screaming through their now covered mouth their whole body shook as they came from Genya abusing their g-spot. A clear white liquid squirting out of their hole. His own breath hitched when Y/N's walls harshly clenched down on him, making him groan loudly before closing his teeth around the back of their neck, biting down hard.

Squealing at the pain, pleasure, and overstimulation, Y/N's arms gave out and their front half collapsed as Genya's hips never ceased to stop moving. Three more harsh thrusts and finally he was cumming inside them, the hot liquid making them feel strange. Coming down from both of their highs, gently, the twos faces found their way to each other, meeting in a gentle kiss. The rest of the night consisted of two new lovers resting and taking care of each other at the expense of their new found love.

BONUS:

Warm puffs of air hit Y/N's face, gently raising them from their peaceful slumber. They found themself wrapped in a pair of muscular arms. Turning to find the perpetrator, Y/N was met with the sleeping face of Genya. He look so serene, so Y/N gently leaned into press a kiss to his forehead, before snuggling back into his arms. As sleep started to deep into their mind, Y/N was rudely awaken by thundering footsteps and the sound of their bedroom door open. "Y/N WHERE WERE YOU FOR TRAINING-" Uzi was stop in his tracks, absolutely petrified by the scene in front of him. At the sound of the bedroom door slamming open, Y/N drearily looked up to see what was going on, still half asleep and a now awakening Genya beside them. Half lidded eyes explored to the room, that was until they shot open at the scene of their fumming mentor. A expression that can only be called mortified graces both the teens face at the sound hashira.

"H-hey Uzu-"

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

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So while waiting for a part two to are you still watching 👀 can we get more aged up Genya going feral with reader? We need more feral cinnamon rolls 👏

yes, you bet we can ahshd (mdni)

one of your favorite things about genya, the sweetheart, is how you recently found out that he could do a complete 180 turn if he was horny enough; the way unabashed lust would fill his irises with black, how he'd damn near drool if he came close enough to your skin, his grip tightening unconsciously on your flesh the more he lost his composure... and you thrived on it.

on the rare ocassions where you let him take control (because you as well as him loved it when you got him a whimpering mess), genya finds himself being rough. i'm talking mean kisses with tongue and teeth, manhandling you into the position he so pleases, bruising grip on your hips to hold you in place and, most importantly, biting. he'd sink his teeth hard enough, deep enough to draw blood if you let him, and at the very least he's not content until he can see bite marks all over your body (marking kink who)

the moment the heat wears off, though, he's apologizing profusely for having been such a brute, so please make sure to show him how much you appreciated the way he just spoiled you~

aftercare is a+ though, for the both of you.