Kinktober 2024 - Blog Posts

Chapters: 17/32 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko/Reader, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Akaguro Chizome | Stain/Reader, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Reader Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum Additional Tags: Female Reader, Polyamory, Chubby Reader, Short Reader, reader wears glasses, generic brand kinktober series, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationships, more specific content warnings will be included in each chapter, most stories feature healthy dynamics, I'm just covering my bases, One Shot Collection, confident reader, Yandere Summary: A late Fall collection of kinky, explicit one shots featuring various MHA characters paired with a female Reader. Mostly Erasermic/Reader focused.

erm..

so uh idk how to make a google form and its asking me to do a bunch of shit that I aint doing too uhh I guess I'll make a poll? idk but uh here are some characters that I know and are willing to write about.

✰ hypnotic dreams

the devils month - day one

featuring: nagi seishiro x f!reader

summary: you planned a night out to the casino with nagi and reo. but of course, your boyfriend has other plans...

tags: smut, p in v, thigh fucking, manhandling, petname (angel)

wc: 1.3k

nagi lays in bed, his body half-draped in blankets, watching you lazily move around the room as you get yourself all dressed up for tonight. it's been days since reo told you about the casino night he booked for the three of you, and you haven't shut up about it since. you wanted tonight to be perfect, going as far as to plan your outfit down to the last detail. but nagi? he barely stirs. he’s still half asleep, sprawled out, barely interested in anything other than the glow of his phone screen.

you’ve got one leg in your dress when you glance over and catch his sleepy gaze fixed on you, one brow slightly raised as if he’s amused by your efforts. “you’re not even going to get up?” you ask, teasingly annoyed. "reo’s picking us up in like two hours.”

nagi lets out a low groan, stretching his long limbs out. “mm... do we have to?” his voice is lazy, trailing off like he’s already forgotten what the night’s even about. he’s watching you, though, that slight gleam in his eyes telling you he’s up to something.

you laugh softly, shaking your head. "reo will kill us if we bail."

but before you can turn back to the mirror to finish dressing, nagi shifts suddenly, faster than you expected. his hand wraps around your wrist as he's tugging you closer to the bed. “c’mere.”

“nagi, what—” you let out an attempt at a protest, but it’s useless. his grip is firm and controlling, as he pulls you down onto the mattress beside him with little effort. you barely have time to react before he’s rolling over, pressing his larger body down on you against the bed as his lips find yours in a lazy, heated kiss. it’s not rushed, not urgent, but slow and deliberate—like he has all the time in the world.

his hand drifts down, fingers sliding over the soft fabric of your half-done dress. you let out a surprised gasp when he hooks his arm around your waist, flipping you over onto your back with ease. his strength catching you off guard, especially when he’s so gentle about it. the next moment, his weight is pressing you down into the mattress, his knee nudging your thighs apart as he grinds lazily against your leg.

“nagi…” you whisper, breathless against his lips. “we… we really need to get ready.”

“mm,” he hums against your mouth, barely paying attention, his large hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you closer beneath him. “i'll be quick.”

he’s not asking permission anymore. nagi’s always been a bit possessive, especially when he’s in one of these moods. you can feel the subtle shift in him—his usual laziness replaced by a heated desire. he shifts his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your inner thigh, and you shiver at the sensation, biting your lip.

without another word, he moves, adjusting you like it’s nothing. his hand slithers under your thigh, lifting it with ease to rest against his waist. you’re completely at his mercy, the weight of him pinning you down as he rocks his hips, letting his cock glide along the inside of your thigh. the friction is intoxicating, sending jolts of pleasure through your body with each lazy thrust.

“always in such a rush…” nagi mutters against your skin, lips brushing your neck. his hands tighten on your hips as he holds you in place, controlling every movement, every subtle shift of your body. he thrusts again, harder this time, the slick of your arousal making the slide of his cock all the more delicious. “slow down, angel.”

his hand trails down your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing you possessively as he grinds harder against you. you arch your back, pressing closer to him, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he’s toying with you, teasing you with each slow, deliberate movement, dragging out the anticipation until your body is trembling beneath him.

“nagi,” you moan softly, your hands gripping the sheets, trying to ground yourself. but he’s relentless, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrusts again, his cock slipping between your slick folds. the pressure is overwhelming, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

“feel so good like this,” nagi murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “so soft... you're so perfect f’me, letting me do whatever i want…”

you feel a shiver travel down your spine at his words, and you whimper, your body arching towards him, needy for more. but nagi pace is slow, torturously slow, his movements lazy yet full of purpose, trying to savour every second.

“gonna make you late,” he mutters with a smirk playing on his lips as he presses you harder into the soft mattress. he grips your hips tightly as he rocks against you. “but that’s okay, right?”

you try to respond, but to no avail—your voice catches in your throat, your body trembling beneath him as the pleasure builds. you’re so close, so desperate, it's obvious to him. he’s pushing you to your limits as his fingers dig into your skin while he grinds against you, his cock slick with your arousal as he thrusts harder.

he’s slow as he deliberately slides his cock between your thighs with force that makes you whimper. his hips shift in a slow, lazy rhythm, dragging himself along your slick folds. the friction, especially as his cock brushes past your clit, sends jolts of pleasure up your spine. he seems to enjoy the way your body responds to the sensation—the subtle jerk of your hips, the way you bite your lip—needy for more. each time the head of his cock grazes your swollen clit, you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes you. it’s torturous, the way he presses his length against you without fully giving in, teasing you as his cock slips between your thighs again and again, building the heat inside you to a fever pitch.

suddenly, he thrusts harder between your legs, the slick sound of his cock sliding between your thighs louder now, more desperate. he grinds against you in a rhythm that makes you ache for him to enter you. you arch your back, feeling his thick length press against your clit in just the right way, sending you closer to the edge with each maddening thrust.

and then, without warning, he stops.

“n-nagi,” you gasp, your body aching for him. “please…”

he chuckles softly, his breath is warm against your neck as he leans down, his lips brushing your skin. “s’needy,” he teases, his voice low as he pushes his hips against yours, his tip nudging itself between your thighs. he lets it slip against your slick entrance, just enough to tease you, but not going further. his hand trails towards your ass before kneading the soft flesh. “so pretty when you beg f’me.”

you’re trembling beneath him, desperate for release, but he waits. his cock presses against you again, prodding lightly, but still, he does nothing. his fingers trail lazily over your skin, not giving you what you crave until you whimper, your voice barely a whisper, “please, nagi… i need you… need you so bad…”

the moment he hears those words, he finally thrusts inside you, filling you completely in one slow, painful stroke. the sensation is overwhelming, making your body arch against him in pure bliss, earning a loud moan from your throat.

“good girl,” nagi murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he begins to move again, slow and steady, his hands gripping your hips as he sets a pace that leaves you breathless. “just relax… gonna take care of you.”

taglist: @ryescapades @iamjellyfish @143-ilyuu @maruflix

©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

'•.¸♡ Uploading Schedule/Masterlist♡¸.•'

During the month of October, I will not be posting music Mondays as I'm posting every day, but they will be back on the first Monday of November

🇬🇧 || Day 1 - Bondage (LN4)

🇦🇺 || Day 2 - Choking (OP81)

🇦🇹 || Day 3 - Impact Play (T.W)

🇬🇧 || Day 4 - Knismolagnia (LH44)

🇨🇦 || Day 5 - Maiesiophilia (LS18)

🇫🇮 || Day 6 - Sensation Play (KR7)

🇲🇨 || Day 7 - Orgasm Play (CL16)

🇪🇸 || Day 8 - Nipple Play (CS55)

🇦🇺 || Day 9 - Marking Up (DR3)

🇺🇸 || Day 10 - Stomach Bulging (LS2)

🇩🇪 || Day 11 - Pegging (SV5)

🇩🇰 || Day 12 - Clit Play (KM20)

🇩🇪 || Day 13 - Squirting (NH27)

🇪🇸 || Day 14 - Vaginal Virginity (FA14)

🇦🇺 || Day 15 - Fingers In Mouth (MW2)

🇬🇧 || Day 16 - Cunnilingus (JB22)

🇬🇧 || Day 17 - Licking (LH44)

🇬🇧 || Day 18 - Fellatio (GR63)

🇦🇺 || Day 19 - Oral Virginity (DR3)

🇫🇷 || Day 20 - Somnophilia (PG10)

🇫🇮 || Day 21 - Spit (KR7)

🇳🇱 || Day 22 - Thigh Kink (MV33)

🇩🇪 || Day 23 - Cum Marking (NR6)

🇲🇨 || Day 24 - Facial (CL16)

🇨🇦 || Day 25 - Snowballing (LS18)

🇦🇹 || Day 26 - Tightness (T.W)

🇩🇪 || Day 27 - Ass Worship (MSC47)

🇬🇧 || Day 28 - Footjob (AA23)

🇳🇱 || Day 29 - Handjob (MV33)

🇦🇺 || Day 30 - Sexy Clothing (MW2)

🇩🇰 || Day 31 - Uniform (KM20)

Kinktober 2024 update:

So as I only got 1 request, I've randomly generated characters from my fandoms for this... this is the order they'll be written in, day 1 will hopefully be up soon. ALL WRITTEN WITH FEMALE READER. I'm still stuck for some of the prompts so please give me suggestions! Must be from my fandom list though.

Dirty Talk - Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Oral Fixation - Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Honeymoon - Christophe Giacometti (Yuri on Ice)

Breeding - Simon Blackquill (Ace Attorney)

BREAK

Birthday Sex - Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri on Ice)

Against A Wall - Childe (Genshin Impact)

Striptease - Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Pillow Fight - Jesse St. James (Glee)

No Hands - Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Multiple Orgasms - America (Hetalia)

Clothes On - Professor Sycamore (Pokémon)

Makeup sex - Sebastian Smythe (Glee)

Hotel - Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri on Ice)

BREAK

Quickie - James Potter (Harry Potter/Marauders)

Masturbation - John Laurens (Hamilton)

Can't Sleep - Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

First Time - Herlock Sholmes (The Great Ace Attorney)

Sexting -

Temptation -

Wet Dream -

BREAK

Morning Sex - Norway (Hetalia)

Black Tie Affair - Trucy Wright (Ace Attorney) - AGED UP

Interrupted - Albedo (Genshin Impact)

Bare - Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Photoshoot -

Dirty Little Secret -

Lace - Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) - AGED UP

Scars - Remus Lupin (Harry Potter/Marauders)

Note to the person who requested Norway, I apologise, but I forgot that I meant to strike-though the thigh riding for day 26... sorry!

Kinktober 2024!

Scent // Dirty Talk

Oral Fixation // Feet

Honeymoon // Shibari

Aphrodisiac // Breeding

Foreplay Only // Knifeplay

Birthday Sex // Threesome

Against A Wall // Pegging

Striptease // BDSM

Pillow Fight // Praise Kink

No Hands // Temperature Play

Multiple Orgasms // Hair Pulling

Clothes On // Facefucking

Makeup Sex // Mirror Sex

Hotel // Aftercare

Break

Quickie // Oral Sex/69

Sex on the Beach // Masturbation

Can't Sleep // Sex Toys

First Time // Tattoos

Sexting // Double Penetration

Temptation // Roleplay

Wet Dream // Spanking

To The Music // Tights/Stockings

Morning Sex // Body Worship

Black Tie Affair // Food Play

Interrupted // Thigh Riding

Bare // Public Sex

Photoshoot // Leather/Latex

Dirty Little Secret // Love Bites

Lace // Restraints

Scars // Monsterfucking

Please give me a character from a random listed on my masterlist and a number, either option 1 or 2. Please use the Ask box to request characters. I'll update this as I get requests. A strikethrough means I'm not comfortable writing that subject.

I prob won't write them in that order, they'll be written in the order they get requested.

Day One: Biker Gang Au, pain play/ hair pulling

Ship: Sanemi/Giyuu (Sanegiyuu)

Note: for more information about this Au, it's on my ao3 : hitmewithachair under Kinktober 2024

It was days like these when Giyuu longed for a hint of normalcy in his life. The sounds of grunts fill his ears along with the sound of liquid splattering on the ground. Looking up from his daze, he sees the still-fighting group trying to rip each other apart. That guy’s people had trespassed on his territory and stirred up trouble.

Again.

He didn’t mind the occasional brawl, though he rather his people not have to suffer the consequences. Soft-hearted, Sabito would call him but pointless brawls ended with more people hurt and fewer hands when needed. Especially when dealing with those Moon Demons from the other side of town.

Infighting wasn’t outright banned but he figured with the Master’s insistence on everyone working together as a united front, that at least everyone would be civil. Especially him. Though maybe he just hated Giyuu more than he respected Master. Giyuu frowns, it deepens when he sees the accumulating injuries on his own people. Perhaps some training was in order.

Red marks and scratches continue to appear on their bodies, the blood dripping steadily on the floor as the fight becomes too difficult to track. At least they had the common sense to fight in an abandoned warehouse, they couldn’t afford to get in trouble with the police. He sighs and almost smacks his face into his palm but restrains himself. He did have to maintain some semblance of a reputation, less he wants an earful from a certain nuisance. He shoves his hands into his pockets, hoping to distract himself from the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he walks over to the group.

The group doesn’t even register his presence, not until he grabs someone and pushes them to the ground. A yelp rips its way out of the person’s throat as Giyuu pulls his fist back and brings it down. Bright, red blood blossoms on his knuckles and all over the person’s face. dripping from their nose and mouth.

The person blearily looks up at Giyuu and tries to swipe at hand at him. Giyuu pushes the hand away and punches the person again. More blood spills and the person’s eyes close. Before he could wipe the blood off and give a verbal warning to the other intruders, he hears the sound of several people approaching. He glances over and sees the very man behind this mess.

The scars always catch his attention, the way they wind around his face like vines strangling a tree. His white hair and white uniform stand out starkly, especially as he approaches Giyuu. While everything about him begs for attention, it’s the crazy, intense look in his eyes that keeps him hypnotized.

Several of his lackeys stand at his side or just behind him, forming a wall around him. Their uniforms are a mix of white and gold. Giyuu stands up slowly and wipes his blood-stained knuckles on his navy blue uniform. His gaze, still as water, glances at the man across from him with the same indifference as looking at a bug. Everyone stops moving, even the previously fighting people seem to have stopped and are now observing the scene with their breaths in their throats. They’re staring at each other so intensely, Giyuu even finds it slightly intimate. He opens his mouth and ignores his useless thoughts.

“Sanemi, are these your people?” Even without asking, Giyuu knows they are, their uniforms making it obvious. He was just hoping Sanemi would take the opportunity to apologize for their behavior. Even hoping the matter would end today and never happen again. Though he should’ve known better.

Sanemi swaggers over to him, his lackeys remaining back, closer and closer until they are almost chest to chest. Giyuu feels the other’s breath fanning his face and forces himself to continue to stare into Sanemi’s eyes. Now eye-to-eye and with little proximity, Sanemi finally speaks up.

“Yeah, so what?” Giyuu’s eyebrow twitches slightly and his mouth almost droops into a deeper frown, all caught by Sanemi. A smile grows on his face, twisting into a sneer. “Why have you got a problem with that?” Giyuu simply sighs, if Sanemi isn’t willing to apologize then he would just retreat for now and retaliate later.

He sees his wounded people from the corner of his eye and notes that they aren’t suited for a fight. Though besides the people he brought, Sanemi seems to be in the same boat. Giyuu furrows his eyebrows, ignoring the tense silence between Sanemi and him, and asks himself, What would Sabito do?

The silence stretches until an angry voice pulls him back. “Ignoring me now?! Staying quiet won’t do you any favors!” He even shoves himself deeper into Giyuu’s personal bubble. Okay, now he was starting to feel annoyed. “..sy.” He mutters. Sanemi arches his brow. “Huh? What was that?! You struggling to even say a word!?” Sanemi sneers.

Giyuu takes a step back and says loud enough. “Noisy. Please stop shouting, I can hear you just fine.” If there was one image Giyuu could compare Sanemi to at that moment, it would be a volcano ready to explode, given how red he became and how he looked ready to shoot out burning rocks. Sanemi sputters and almost roars, but Giyuu’s had enough. He moves swiftly, grabs Sanemi’s shoulder, and pushes him down into a bow before lifting his knee and jamming it into Sanemi’s abdomen.

Sometimes it was okay to act before you thunk, Giyuu’s sure Sabito would agree(he would not). Sanemi doesn’t collapse onto the ground and just lets out a choked shout as he looks at Giyuu with indignation. Giyuu hears the sound of Sanemi’s lackeys coming closer and shoots them all a glare. “Scatter unless you wanna die.”

They falter in their steps but still try to walk forward. They were loyal at least. Sanemi raises a hand and waves them back. “I don’t need a bunch of useless weight getting in my way.” Someone opens their mouth but Sanemi closes his raised hand, the other person’s mouth falling closed. “Silence. Get the other trash and get out of my sight.” No more protests are heard and Giyuu watches as Sanemi’s people finally leave. He glances at his own people and doesn’t say anything but they get the message and leave as well.

He’s fought Sanemi before though it wasn’t a real fight as Giyuu felt no excitement from trading blows with the other. Right now is a different story, a very different one. His blood was racing, drumming in his ears, and causing his body to buzz with excitement. As much as he wishes he could deny it, as much as he wishes for some hint of normalcy in his life. He knows better.

Behind his practiced calm, he yearned for the pain of a bruise, for the evidence that he too could be hurt. Others sported signs of their pain and could even die as easily. Some evidence that his body was in the same disrepair as his heart. He looks coldly at Sanemi and the still water in his heart ripples until it soars into a tidal wave.

“Why do you keep targeting me?” His question is followed with a kick aimed at Sanemi’s back. Sanemi grabs his ankle and tries pulling Giyuu towards him. “I ain’t targetting no one. That’s just your delusion. You wish I was targeting you.” Giyuu lets himself get pulled and hops with his other leg closer. He pulls his head back and slams into Sanemi’s forehead, a loud smack echoing in the empty building.

Sanemi lets go of his ankle and rubs his forehead. “In fact, you’re the one who started it!” He quickly recovers and launches himself at Giyuu, wrapping his arms around Giyuu’s waist and diving to the ground. Giyuu groans when the hard cement hits his back and twists to get out of Sanemi’s grip. Now he was starting to get angry. “What are you talking about!? You’re the one who started sending your people over!”

Giyuu grabs Sanemi’s shoulders, his arms still wrapped around Giyuu’s waist, and uses his center of gravity to flip them over. Giyuu straddles his chest and pulls back a fist to punch but Sanemi’s already let go of his waist and pushed Giyuu back. “oof,” Giyuu falls back, his head laying on top of Sanemi’s knees.

He pulls his leg back and grinds his heel into Sanemi’s shoulder, pinning him down. “You!” Sanemi grabs his ankle and tries to remove Giyuu’s ankle but Giyuu refuses to let go. In retaliation, Sanemi spreads his legs, causing Giyuu to fall further and hit the back of his head on the ground.

The world becomes unfocused for a second but Giyuu forces himself out of his stupor. At that time, Sanemi pushes his ankle off and flips on top of Giyuu, pinning him to the floor. They both breathe heavily but don’t stop, can’t stop. “At the last meeting, you were obviously messing with me!” Sanemi pulls his fist back and brings it down on Giyuu’s face. Pain blossoms where his nose is and Giyuu can feel something dripping.

He blearily looks down and sees a trace of red, he licks his lips and confirms the taste of blood in his mouth. A smile spreads out across his face, though Sanemi just gets upset. He punches his face again and this time Giyuu laughs. “You really were messing with me?!” Sanemis pulls his fist back again and Giyuu sees a flicker of genuine hurt flicker over Sanemi’s face. His smile fades and he almost sighs. With his waning strength, he reaches over and grabs Sanemi’s wrist. His grip isn’t as strong but Sanemi doesn’t shake it off.

“What are you talking about? Nothing even happened….right?” Sanemi stares at Giyuu in disbelief, his eye twitching as a sneer appears on his face. “Weren’t you the one who invited me out then flaked the next day?!” Sanemi raises his fist and Giyuu waits for the pain but it never comes. Sanemi’s fist trembles in the air before he slams it into the ground beside Giyuu’s head.

“Whatever…Whatever! Not like I care over some stupid trash like you! I’ll leave you alone and you stay out of my business!” Sanemi gets up to leave but Giyuu flips them over and pins Sanemi’s shoulder down with his hands. “You’re the one who canceled it, and you didn’t even tell me face to face. You sent Uzui over.” Sanemi’s mouth drops open in disbelief, “No, you sent Shinobu over and had her cancel it.”

The silence around them grew until a light switch seemed to go off in both their heads. Giyuu lets go of Sanemi and frowns. “I see…I guess this is their idea of a prank…” Giyuu rubs his hands into his face, all his earlier adrenaline gone and replaced with dull buzzing energy.

His heart wasn’t as satisfied, he’d secretly hoped he’d be carried out cut up. Sanemi sighs underneath him, refocusing his attention, his face alternating between pale and red. “Either way, I’m done with all this bullshit. Get off me, I’m leaving.” His voice isn’t loud and he just looks defeated.

Giyuu rubs his nose, trying to wipe away the blood before leaning down until he was almost touching noses with the other. “I wouldn’t mind.” Sanemis looks at Giyuu’s dripping nose and back to his serious gaze. “What the hell are you talking about?” A rare anxious expression flickers over Giyuu’s face. “We could always reschedule it, can’t we?” Sanemi’s face goes blank before it explodes bright red. “H-Huh?!”

Giyuu ignores him, “I don’t know if you like it but Tanjiro said you liked Ohagi. I know a place where they sell it, they also have other stuff. I really like their soba noodles though. We could go right now but I might need to change.” Giyuu pushed himself away from Sanemi and sat upright. His clothes were dirty with both blood and dust.

He glances at Sanemi’s clothing, his white uniform coated in a layer of dirt turning it an ashy grey. “You might need to change too.” He looks at Sanemi’s unbuttoned shirt exposing his chest and his face sours. “And please cover-up, it's a bit cold.” He reaches over to button up his shirt but Sanemi grabs his wrist and stops him.

“You actually want to go out with me? You’re not messing with me?” Giyuu scrunches his eyebrows and squints his eyes. He already told him it was okay, why is he still asking? Giyuu thinks back to Sabito, what would he do? Earlier he’d moved without thinking and punched Sanemi which led to a good outcome. Acting before thinking…was a good idea!

He doesn’t answer Sanemi and instead moves his hand out of his grip before interlacing their fingers and bowing down to peck his lips. Sanemi’s body freezes but his hand squeezes and grips tightly to Giyuu’s hand. Giyuu pulls back to say something but Sanemi reaches over with his other hand and pulls Giyuu back down.

Giyuu’s breath stutters but he manages to breathe as Sanemi kisses him. It’s intense like Sanemi is trying to consume him, prying his mouth open with his tongue. He can taste the blood mixing between their tongues before he registers that Sanemi just bit him. His body shudders and a small moan vibrates between their lips.

He pulls back from the kiss, his body feeling hot and buzzing with a familiar energy. His dilated pupils look into Sanemi’s and his mouth moves faster than his thoughts. “Hurt me.” Sanemi blinks and he looks genuinely at a loss before he teasingly smiles. “You’re sicker in the head than I thought.” Giyuu ignores him and instead leans back until he’s almost sitting on top of Sanemi’s pelvic region.

He feels something poke him and grinds against it. Sanemi’s smile fades and a groan rumbles from his throat. Sanemi grabs his waist and stops him. Giyuu wiggles out of his grip and changes tactics, moving until his face is positioned over Sanemi’s clothed bulge. “H-Hey!” Giyuu raises a brow at Sanemi and Sanemi looks like he’s going to pass out with how red his face is.

“Do you do this on all your dates?” Giyuu frowns and shakes his head. “No…I just thought I’d like to do this with you.” Sanemi goes quiet again but Giyuu can tell he’s trying to figure out what to say. He reaches over for the waistband of Sanemi’s pants and pulls them down along with his underwear until his cock is exposed.

Sanemi sputters until a sentence squeezes through his lips, “Are you sure about this?” Giyuu doesn’t waste a second and nods. Sanemi sighs before nodding, “Okay, just tell me if I’m hurting you too much.” Giyuu nods again before reaching over and placing Sanemi’s hands on top of his head.

Sanemis's hands flex and lightly grip his hair, much to Giyuu’s chagrin. He moves his hands and wraps one around Sanemi’s dick. This spurs a reaction, causing Sanemi to grunt and tug on his scalp. Giyuu lets out a pleased sigh and moves his hand up and down, using the pre-cum as lubrication.

He leans his head down and darts his tongue out to lick the tip. Sanemi tugs his head further down until the tip almost enters his mouth. The tugging on his scalp causes his eyes to water as he lets his body go slack. Sanemi seems to get the hint and thrusts slowly into Giyuu’s mouth.

The taste is anything but appealing but Giyuu can’t stop drooling around it, especially when he feels it hit the back of his throat. He swallows around it and feels Sanemi thrust further down his throat.

It burns slightly and causes Giyuu to moan louder, his body shaking as he gets more excited. He wraps his arms around Sanemi’s waist and brings him even closer until he feels like he’ll choke to death on his cock. Sanemi groans and moves his hips faster, slamming into Giyuu’s throat and moving Giyuu’s head back and forth like a cock sleeve.

Giyuu hollows out his cheeks, taking uneven breaths through his nose and relishing in the experience. His body was starting to ache from the fight earlier but this, this right here made his body burn. He feels like he’s one push away from falling over the edge. Sanemi’s thrusts get more erratic and his breathing heavier.

With a few more thrusts, he yanks Giyuu down until his nose is brushing his pubic hairs and he’s coming down his throat. Giyuus's own body spasms as he tries to swallow it all down, pushing himself away and coughing slightly into his hands. He swallows what’s in his throat and looks at the white, sticky strands gathering on his fingers. One by one, he licks his fingers until his hands are mainly clean.

Sanemi stares with a blank stare and red face before putting his face into his hands. “You’re going to kill me one day.” Giyuu blinks at him owlishly and Sanemi just sighs. ‘Never mind, do you need…help?” Sanemi points downward but Giyuu shakes his head with a rare shy expression. “No…I already finished.”

Sanemi looks down at the wet spot and almost laughs. “You really are a masochist.” Giyuu thinks about it and nods his head. “I guess I am…are you going to pull your pants up?” Sanemi flushes and pulls his pants on, standing up. “Whatever! What about you? You going to walk out with a stain like that?”

Giyuu picks himself back up and looks down at his pants. He thinks for a moment before taking his uniform jacket off and wrapping it around his waist. He gives Sanemi a thumbs-up and Sanemi rolls his eyes. He really must be going crazy. The two walk out of the abandoned building, the sky dark and the nearby streetlights on. The faint glow of stars floats above their heads and they finally look at each other.

“Would you like to have dinner later?” Giyuu finally asks. Sanemi stays silent before answering, “Now you’re asking? Aren’t you supposed to wine and dine me before you get into my pants?” Giyuu’s face freezes and he grabs Sanemi’s hand. “I see. I’ll take responsibility.” Sanemi hisses and swats Giyuu’s hand away.

“I’m just messing with you! Ugh, most restaurants are closed anyway.” Giyuu deflates, “Oh.” Sanemi sighs and begins walking away, causing Giyuu to look even more like an abandoned puppy. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to come over for dinner?” Giyuu looks over and sees Sanemi waiting for him.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Giyuu walks over and the two of them start heading to Sanemi’s house. A wondering stranger saw the two of them head off together and it wasn’t long before rumors began to spread that the two were involved the next day. Nothing was officially confirmed but the two groups under their command seldom had any more disputes afterwards.