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miss-yn-ln · 3 days

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Picnic - Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! reader

In which yours and Mitsuri's picnic date gets heated.

"Aw, is my pretty girl getting close?"

Warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, face sitting, multiple orgasms, scissoring, public sex (empty field). Word count: 1.9k NOT PROOF READ

It was well-known amongst the pillar's - and anyone who ever spent a slither of time with the mochi-haired girl - that Mitsuri Kanroji was the CEO of picnics.

From the assortment of all kinds of sweet home-made goods, arrays of beautiful flowers and selections of all the fruitiest alcohol's, you knew it was true. You also knew you were well over your limit on alcohol and were in fact very very drunk. From the baby pink blush that stained your lover's cheeks, you could see Mitsuri was too. Perhaps that was where you're confidence came from, a burst of braveness spurring from the sweet drinks you were both sharing.

You were sat opposite your green haired girlfriend, leaning back on both of your palms, long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. Mitsuri was half way through her fifth slice of cake, mumbling to you little facts on how she made it between bites. You uncrossed your legs, bringing your knees to your chest ever so slowly, allowing the fabric of your floral dress to slip up to your thighs.

Mitsuri stopped eating and eyed you curiously. The sight of your sneaky eyes and bare thighs caught her attention and when she saw the tortuously slow glide of your legs opening she began watching your every move with bated breath. You giggled upon revealing your sneaky surprise to her: you'd gone to the date commando.

It never took longer than a moment for your lover and her ridiculously high sex drive to get in the mood. She wasted no time, freshly manicured hands gripping the plush of your thighs and dragging you to her with that inhumane strength of hers. You gasped, falling from your palms to your elbows, gazing up at her with a shy smile and legs wide open, revealing your glistening core that has been desperate and throbbing for her the entire date. "Oh my poor baby," she whispered once observing you were absolutely drenched, sitting up on her knees to stroke your thighs, "you must be aching."

"Been thinking 'bout you all day" your voice was shy yet seductive as you thrust your hips towards her to emphasize your need to be touched. She giggled, a sweet and playful sound; the complete opposite of the sinful actions she was about to do to you.

"Oh honey, It's okay now, I'm here." With that, her free hand travels down to your core, two fingers calloused from years of swordsmanship slowly entering you; your hole was weeping, allowing her to glide into you easily. You sat back up on your palms to lean back, keeping your legs spread wide for the dual-haired hashira as she started a leisurely pace, pumping her fingers into you sweet and slow.

"Oh, Mitsuri." Your voice was airy, relief that your cute lover was attending to you evident in your moans. It was almost embarrassing at how fast you could feel the burn beginning to boil in your stomach, you gazed at your lover with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, panting and gasping at the overwhelming sensation. You couldn't possibly bearit any longer, hips grinding desperately into her hand to attempt to deviate the intensity.

"Aw, is my pretty girl getting close?" The love pillar coos, slow and concise pace not faulting for a second. You could do nothing but moan and whine as your eyes squeezed shut, attempting to ignore the pulsating of your clit, a clear sign it was crying out to be touched by her skilled fingers. Every extra second the thudding bundle of nerves was neglected, the heat in your stomach would get hotter and practically burn. You thought the scorch was going to kill you from inside out, overpowering the build of your orgasm and causing it to start to fizz away.

"Oh god! 'suriii, more, please please more!" You cried out to her, eyes pleading with her pretty green orbs that were admiring your unabashed state of pleasure. Pouty pink lips tucked between her pearly white teeth, beginning to feel hot and bothered at your whines and mewls - so much so her free hand was squeezed between her squirming thighs - attempting to alleviate the edge.

"What do you need, honey? Is this where you want it?" She teased, knowingly. Her thumb came up to the aching group of nerves and applied the perfect amount of pressure, gliding up and down seamlessly. It was just what you needed, you didn't even have the sense to formulate a response; how could you? Not when the pleasure was building up too fast for your brain to keep up with. All you could do was fall onto your back, using one of your hands to grip underneath one of your knees and hike it up as far as it could go.

The change in position you put yourself in allowed you to feel her deeper, that with the sensation of her thumb on your clit and your desperate grinding on her fingers quite literally broke you. You were concentrating so hard you couldn't find the strength to moan, just gasping and panting at the pleasure, fingers clawing into the picnic blanket. You could feel the orgasm approaching and somehow found the words to beg "pl- puh- please don't st-op." Not even a second later your orgasm crashed over you; your mouth dropped open, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as your toes curled. Your chest was heaving as you threw your head back in a silent scream, rendered speechless as intense waves convulsed through your body.

"Did that feel good, honey?" Mitsuri inquired teasingly, eyes glued to the exquisite sight before her, because truly, nothing could be a more beautiful picture than you in your post orgasmic bliss. Especially sprawled out in front of her, floral dress bunched up above your hips, arms stretched over your flustered face, hair spread out on her pink picnic blanket and the golden rays of the sun spilling over you, making you look ethereal - like a goddess, she mused giddily to herself.

You smiled up at her as you slowly calmed down from your intense high, a truly sweet and giddy smile that practically oozed your profuse love for her. "C'mere pretty." You rasped, voice a little sore from your previous cries. She happily moved to straddle your waist, the sun was still bright behind her, painting her silhouette in the most surreal way. "You're so pretty," you spoke honestly from below her, your hands stroking her hips in the most gentle manner. "The prettiest." You hummed, admiringly.

You saw her beautiful eyes glaze over, her cheeks darkening as she looked at you stunned to silence. And then before you could process it she was squealing, falling on top of you and cuddling you, squeaking out loving words and thankyou's in a pitch only animals could hear as you giggled, a hand moving from her waist to cup her head that was now nuzzled into your neck.

Your other hand also strayed from her waist, moving expertly to untie her obi. She gasped when she felt the fabric fall and when she sat up, oh, what a sight. Her kimono fell open, her well endowed chest spilling out completely along with a sliver of her toned tummy and her thighs, oh her thighs. "Well hello, pretty." You grinned up at her, nudging her to hover over your face. "Wanna take a seat?"

You couldn't help but laugh heartily at her eagerness, her knees coming to situate on either side of your head as she lowered herself down. Your hands gladly wrapped around her plush thighs as you dragged her down to actually sit on you. She squeaked in surprise, but before she could protest having her full bodyweight on you, you'd already dove in, licking a bold stripe from her hole to her quivering clit.

"Oh! Ohhh, yes." Your pink-and-green haired lover cried out, you wasted no time, tongue flicking up and down rapidly, groaning into her folds as her sweet taste enveloped your taste buds. The vibrations had Mitsuri screaming out, you wouldn't be surprised if she'd scared away a flock of birds at this rate. It had barley been a matter of minutes, but you could see she was more responsive than normal, moans more frequent and louder, hands frantically finding purchase in your hair as she threw her head back. Her hips were grinding ruthlessly against your face with so much fervor her clit would bump up against your nose.

You were in awe as you watched her chest heave from below, pillow like breasts bouncing in her frantic movements. She was truly heavenly. And she was yours.

One of your hands left her thigh, stroking her back softly. You felt one of her long braids and grabbed it, tugging on it gently and oh was the reaction worth it. Mitsuri's back arched dramatically as she cried out your name, giving you the perfect view of her little waist and heaving breasts. Her thighs were shivering around your head as her body racked with shivers and tingles from her orgasm, continuing to ride your tongue and prolong her pleasure.

She didn't give herself time to calm down from her high or for you to catch your breath; instead she moved down on shaky legs to kneel between your open ones. You shivered at the light breeze that made your wetness feel freezing, as you curiously watched your lover. She leaned forward and dragged your dress up and above your breasts, exposing them to the cool wind; she then grabbed the back of your knee, hiking your thigh up and exposing you even further.

"Darling? What are y- fuck!" She'd straddled your other thigh, perfectly aligning her core with yours before dropping down and grinding against you. It was too much. Breasts bouncing, your wet cores rubbing together and both of your mewls mixing together into a cacophony of sounds. "Ffuckk, Mitsuri. Th-this is- so," you couldn't even finish your sentence.

"I kn-ow, oh god love, I know." Her voice cracked. Your hand scrambled to hold onto her free one that was next to your head, fingers interlacing lovingly, whilst the other rested on her waist, aiding her desperate grinding. It was almost embarrassing with how fast you both were tumbling towards your second peak, but the love shared in the adoring gazes you were giving each other made it hard to care. You squeezed her hand. She squeezed back harder. You couldn't look away from each other's teary eyes. "M' so in love with you 'Suri, m' gonna cum, oh god m' gonna cum. Please."

Her grip on the back of your knee tightened, pushing it further back next to your head as her forehead rested on yours. "I- I love you, I love you so much." And then you were smashing your lips together, tongues enveloping each others mouths hole, sucking and nibbling and muffling moans. And then you were both convulsing, cores throbbing as you rode out your highs together, only breaking apart to whimper sweet nothings and cry out at the intense waves of pleasure.

And then you were both breathless, staring at each other lovingly as the sky surrendered to hues of pink and orange, setting your mostly bare bodies in a heavenly glow.

It was a perfect date.

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cantstops1mping · 2 days

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Flowers, Kisses, and Oranges

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[down bad!reader x Remus Lupin, gn!reader x Remus Lupin, Pet names (dove, love)]

«When Remus is asleep you decide you should surprise him with something; something cute, that he’d love!»

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It's safe to say you're deeply in love with Remus; Remus John Lupin; moony; your moony. You love giving Remus compliments, flowers, little nick-nacks you find; you make him cards, bracelets, necklaces, and other gifts. Just because you can. Just because you love him.

You woke up before Remus in the morning to get the day ready; to make it perfect for Remus. Remus liked to sleep in on the weekends so you’ll have enough time to get 'The perfect date' ready.

And why? Solely because you can.

You got up as quietly as you could. You tried not to make a single sound as you got ready for the day, so Remus wouldn't wake up. You tiptoed into the kitchen to make yourself breakfast and to make some sandwiches for the date. Turkey, lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and a combination of condiments, stuffed between two slices of bread. You made a few more and gathered the sandwiches you made with some strawberries, oranges, and peaches and put them in a picnic basket. You filled the basket with more stuff; a sheet, napkins, some water bottles and lastly orange juice boxes. You closed the basket then right before you got out of the door you looked at yourself in the mirror ‘Perfect!’ you thought. you grabbed your keys and dashed out the door.

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‘Beautiful’ you thought, getting out of your car. You breathed in the fresh garden air. The scent of flowers hitting you. The garden was filled with beautiful flowers, tall trees, tiny insects, and at the center was this huge pond. You decided to set up next to the pond, finding a tree close to it to provide shade. After, laying the plaid, orange, sheet down, you put the picnic basket in the center.

You got up smiling, thinking of how much Remus would love it.

You remembered that you need to pick up some-

Brrrrrr… Brrrrrr… Brrrrrr…

Your phone rings. Looking down at your phone you see the caller ID being moony! You answer; “Moony, get ready! I have a surprise planned for you! You're going to love it!” You say excitedly, not letting Remus get a word out.

“Calm down” he giggles out. “Have you been getting this surprise ready for me all day?” He asks.

“Yes! Now go get ready! I'm coming to pick you up in 20 minutes.” You whine.

“Ok, Ok.” He chuckles as he hangs up the phone.

You get into your car and dash to the nearest flower store. The store had so many flowers you felt like you were in an enchanted forest. You picked out a bouquet of Remus' favorite flowers; orange lilies. Along with the flowers, you also picked out a beaded necklace for him to wear.

After quickly paying for everything, you drove back to your and Remus' house and rang the doorbell. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight of the flowers in your hand.

“These are for you, my love,” you smiled, handing him the bouquet. He took the flowers, a look of pure joy on his face.

“You didn't have to do this, dove,” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your cheek, his voice filled with emotion. “But thank you. I love them.”

The two of you drove to the garden together. As you approached the picnic spot, Remus gasped in surprise at the sight before him. The blanket, the picnic basket, the flowers; everything was perfect.

“This is amazing, dove,” he said, his eyes shining with love. “You always know how to make me happy.”

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You spent the day sitting by the pond, eating sandwiches, feeding each other fruit, and laughing together. The sun shone down on the both of you, casting a warm glow over the scene. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

As the sun began to set, you packed up the picnic and held Remus close as you both watched the colors of the sky change. You knew in that moment that you were truly in love with this man, and you couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

“I love you, Remus,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied, turning to capture your lips in a gentle, loving kiss. And in that moment, surrounded by nature and each other's love, you knew that you had found your perfect match in Remus John Lupin.

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