[Actor Au] It’s The Kny Season 3 Premiere! 🕺

Bro… IF THIS MAN DONT MATERIALIZE IN FRONT OF ME IN THE NEXT MIN, WE GON HAVE SOME PROBLEMS

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I love this

★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

You as Kyōjurōs wife

You’ve met Kyojuro one of two ways.

A; You’re a sweet civilian who just so happened to run into him; or B, you’re a fellow slayer.

Either way the outcome is the same. You saved him

Civilian! you could’ve seen and injured Kyojuro limping his way into your village after a particularly hard night. Now, this was before he became a pillar. He was caught of guard and just so happened to been having a rough day.

You know this guy! He’s the son of the infamous Flame Hashira; Shinjuro Rangoku. You have to help him!

You slowly approach the hot head *insert comedic drum sound* asking him if he’d like some help. No matter how much he insists he’s okay, you just couldn’t stand to see someone like him hurt. Not taking no for an answer, you drag him into your home.

You go through the process of caring for him. Cleaning his bandages, making him some tea, and warming up leftover dinner. You offer him to stay the night , not wanting him to put anymore strain on his already battered body. He offers a big smile in return and in his boisterous , albeit hoarse voice, he thanks you.

He stays for a couple of days after that to let his body rest. Helping with daily chores, making conversation, really doing anything but resting. He just wants to pay back the cute and kind little villager who saved him from a long and painful journey home.

“Thank you Ms. (Y/N)! For all the trouble you’ve gone through just to help me. I’ll be sure to return the favor one day.

And that he does.

He would come by everyone once in a while with treats and baring gifts. And through his visits, you two fell in love.

OR

You were a fellow slayer. A formidable opponent and very skilled. So skilled that you were selected to become a Hashira. You would’ve accepted if it wasn’t for your ill mother. She raised you and your five other siblings all by herself. Three of you became slayers and the other two set off to other towns to bring more money to the table. After your older brother died in battle, you, the former middle child, needed to become the protector of the household. You stayed in your area and trained hard to protect the ones you loved the most. Everything went well for a while until your mother developed a strange illness. No doctor could find a cure; not even Shinobu knew what to do. So you decided to step down from the plate and become an “average” slayer again while simultaneously running the household.

You and Kyojuro trained alongside each other for a while. He was the one who presented you your acceptance message. You were the best of friends and he formed a strong bond with your family. Especially your mother since he knew exactly how you felt. You two were one in the same. Even when you left he was right by your side.

No matter how you two met; he felt that in his big heart that you were the one for him, and now that led you two to marriage.

☀︎︎ Wakes up before you most days and kisses you all over to rouse you from your sleep.

︎☀︎︎ ︎Your family loves him. They always ask about him when you come around, it’s like you're not even there 🙄

☀︎︎Slayer! You’s mom loves him and calls him her son all the time.

☀︎︎Sometimes they’d just have long heartfelt conversations with each other.

☀︎︎That works vice versa tho. Senjurō absolutely adores you. Since he didn’t get to spend much time with his mother you’ve filled in that role.

☀︎︎Shinjurō on the other hand… a bit of a tough cookie *asshole*

☀︎︎ Lots of interrogation and questioning. He notices the way his boys flock to you and it makes him think of his late wife. He gets angry and feels like your trying to take her place in their hearts. The first time he met you; he made an explicit and degrading comment about you and Kyojuro lost it. You’ve never seen him that angry before. You were sure that his hair might actually catch on fire from the way he was grilling his pops

☀︎︎His son has never yelled at him this way before. It made the former flame pillar respect you a little more, seeing as you were the only one who’s made his usually cheerful boy use that sort of tone.

☀︎︎Would bring you to his mother burial sight so you could meet her. You two would bring f flowers and have a little picnic next to her headstone

☀︎︎One day you went to visit her alone to get some things off your chest. It felt comfortable to be in her presence even if she wasn’t actually there.

☀︎︎Making your way there you see your husband. At least you think you see him.

“Kyojuro, dear? I thought you said you were busy today,”

“I didn’t; because I’m not Kyojuro,” he turns around and it’s definitely not who you expected it to be even if you should’ve. It is his wife after all. It’s Shinjurō. He’s not drunk, which is surprising. He’s calm and collected. This is the first time you’ve seen him sober so you don’t know how to react. You just stand there; the flowers and food in your hand locked in a tight grip. You’re about to apologize and leave so he could have some alone time with her when he grabs the offerings from your hands.

“Sit,” he commands; and you do. He pops open the soup you’ve brought and starts eating, you grab a bowl of your own. Its about 30 minutes of slightly awkward silence; tension hanging in the air. You felt like you’ve spent a good amount of time here and get up to make your leave. As your walking away he grabs your wrist.

“Hey. I know I don’t always show it, but… I’m glad you came into my boys life. I realize I haven’t been the best father in law but I’m trying,” he stands up and pats you on your head.

“Thank you, kid. Really,” this is the most emotion you’ve seen from your estranged father in law and won’t miss the opportunity of creating peace. You throw yourself into his arms and a tear slips down your cheek. After feeling the weight of what he’s saying, he gently pries you off him, cheeks slightly rosey.

“Yea yea, sappy times over,” you smile up at him and make your way back home.

“Hey,” he calls out to you again

“Don’t tell the boys,” you softly smile

“Whatever you need, Shinjurō,”

☀︎︎All of the slayers know about you if they didn’t before. He would never shut about you. It pisses off sanemi so much he just mad cause his girlfriend dead.

☀︎︎ You two have a big house and he trains in the back of the estate all the time. Civilian! You would tend to the garden and watch him with lust and adoration. Slayer! You might actually join him. Enjoying the way his muscles rippled and the sun enhanced his natural glow.

☀︎︎Loves PDA and would express his love for you no matter where you are.

☀︎︎Since he’s half deaf, it’s kinda hard for him to hear you….

“Kyojuro! Hun, where are you?”

“Right here, little flame,” He walks around the corridor with a bright big smile. Already walking up to you and placing a kiss on your forehead and a quick hug. He makes his way to the dinner table where you’ve prepared food, he’s had a rough day today and you decided to do something special. You’ve already eaten and are starting to clean up.

“Let me know when your done with that dish, dear,”

“There is no fish, my love,”

“Dish, dear,”

“There is none,”

“No, dish. Not fish,” you let out a tiny giggle and he matches it with a one of confusion.

“Little flame, i'm sure I’ll be able to head down to the river and catch a you a nice one tomorrow,” …he’s got to be joking

“…what?”

“The steak you’ve prepared is already enough for me. I appreciate it my love,”

“Kyojuro… dish,”

“I’m confused”

“Dish”

“That’s what I just said isn’t it,”

“D. I. S. H; dish,”

“Fish”

“Dish”

“Fish”

“Dish”

“Fish”

“Dish?”

“Fish”

“That’s what I’ve been saying,”

“GOTDAMMIT KYOJURO!”

☀︎︎Loves to make you laugh, legit one of the goofiest guys you know.

☀︎︎Sometimes he has to leave on long missions and is away for a while. Would send his crow to you with heartfelt notes and little gifts

☀︎︎ Pet names for dayssss.

☀︎︎ Never will call you by your real name unless it’s something serious.

☀︎︎Loves sweetheart, dove, and my heart. My Little Flame/ Little Flame is his favorite

☀︎︎Calls you by your *his* last name, Loves seeing the blush on your face from it after all these years. He’s so proud that you're his.

⚠︎︎NSFW⚠︎︎

☀︎︎ Loves seeing you in tight clothing

☀︎Very vocal and shill whisper sweet nothings or scream filthy promises to you

☀︎︎ Not really a lingerie guy. Would rather fuck you in his big t-shirts

☀︎︎Has a thing for doing it outdoors. Mostly on your training grounds or the forest next to your home. But when he’s needy he’s needyyy.

“Not here, Kyojuro. Someone will see,” you giggle as he pushes you into the dark alleyway. The Hashiras decided it’d be nice to have a team bonding session and there was a festival in the nearby town, so everyone went out for drinks. You wanted to look your best tonight seeing as you and Rengoku hadn’t been on a date in what seemed like months. You two were always so busy and never had time for anything except short conversations at dinner and an occasional quicky.

“I can’t help it. You look so good,”

“It’ll be quick, I promise,” he buries his face in the crook of your neck and pressing long kisses all the way down to your collarbone. His hands are already working their way down to undo the ribbon of your kimono. He pulls his hard cock from his under pants and his big strong palms fondle your pair breasts.

Just as he’s about to slip inside you hear the voices of others. You both snap your head to the sound of the noise to see people at the end of the alleyway. You two are in the darkest corner so they don’t know you're there. Yet.

You try to redress yourself but Kyojuro isn’t having it. He grabs your wrists and pulls them down while thrusting inside. You let out a loud gasp and shake one of your hands out his grip to cover your mouth . The people at the end of the alley turn to the noise they assume they’ve heard. You're shaking anxiously and attempting to get him out of you; pushing on his pelvis, the hair of his happy trail feeling scruff on your fingertips. All he does is grab your hips and chuckle looking deep in your eyes with a sly smirk.

“Uh oh. That’s not good is it? Guess you’ll have to keep it down, little flame. Unless… you want to get caught,”

☀︎︎Has a breeding kink and wants a village worth of children.

☀︎︎Always fantasized about being a father; mostly because of his daddy issues. Wants to be a better father than his.

☀︎︎There are days where he feels like he isn’t good enough and needs you there to comfort him

☀︎︎His worst fear is not being able to save you if something bad happens

You wake up groggy and disoriented. You’re on your side and shift back to feel your husband's skin against your own. Except, you don’t feel anything. Sitting up straight you look around and find your lover nowhere to be found. The space where he was laying previously is still warm, letting you know he was there not too long ago. You hop out of bed to go looking for him. The cool breeze of the open window hits your bare skin creating goosebumps. As you slip on your husband's shirt and some underwear you can’t help but to think about what you were up to just a couple of hours ago, the memory making the goosebumps last even longer. You look around the house and finally spot him on the back porch looking out into the night sky. You slowly approach to not scare him, you make a slight bit of noise just so he can hear you. Not that you need to of course, he already knew you’d come looking for him sooner or later. Regardless, he notices your gentle approach and smiles softly to himself, thankful that he had a wife so caring.

“Kyojuro, my love? What are you doing out here so late?” He looks back at you and shoots you a weak smile.

“Just needed some fresh air is all,” you don’t believe him. You’ve known him too long to not get a hint when something’s bothering him. He never complains about anything, putting everyone else’s feelings above his own. That’s something you truly admire about him but it can get annoying; you just want him to feel like he doesn’t need to spare his own feelings for yours.

“Kyojuro… what is it, dear? What’s bothering you. Y’know you can tell me anything, right?” he just sighs shooting you another quick smile.

“Nothing you need to worry yourself with, little flame. Go back to bed,” you ignore him. Sitting down behind him you wrap your arms around his bare back pressing gentle kisses on his warm skin. He grips onto your forearms gently, leaning back against you, careful not to put all his weight on you. You wait for him to let it out. He sighs again.

“I-I had a nightmare,” he sounds ashamed, like it’s something that should never happen to him. You’re him continue.

“It was about you. I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t save you. I was right there and yet… I could teach you in time. I’m-I’m sorry,”

“Oh love, no need to apologize. It’s natural to have nightmares y’know. It wasn’t real. I’m right here with you, always,”

“I know, it’s just… it felt so real,”

“But I’m realer. You can feel me can’t you? Hear me. See me. Smell me. Taste me,” you give a playful bite to his ear on the last one and he chuckles.

“I love you Kyojuro Rengoku. Nothing will ever take you away from me. As long as the sun stays in the sky and the stars stop shining, I’ll be right here with you,” he shifts his body around and grabs your waist to pull you into his lap. Giving you a chaste kiss on your forehead before pressing him to your own. He closes his eyes and smiles, more genuine this time.

“ I love you too (Y/n) Rengoku,”

Hope you all enjoyed. Let me know if you want me to do this with any other kimetsu characters. Check the masters list. I could do with this with other fandoms as well. BYEEEEE ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

-Love, Sosa❤️

FUCK YOU AKAZA!!!!

Dawg they’re so cute 😭

Miles and Deku would be best friends! I know it!!

⌕ kimetsu no yaiba: hashira geiko-hen • EP 03.

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MORNING AFTER

Jinx x f!reader

Synopsis: After a night of a different type of fun with Jinx, you experienced a chaotic morning filled with reminders of the aftermath. Jinx made sure to make it worth the while for a day starter.

A/N: Just wanted to say that this does bring up some sexual content, but doesn’t go much further than that.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight of an arm slung across your waist. The next thing was the mop of blue hair splayed across the pillow next to you, messy and wild, and impossibly vibrant in the dim morning light filtering through the cracked blinds.

Jinx was still asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful, a stark contrast to the manic energy she usually carried around like a storm cloud. Her lips were slightly parted, a faint snore escaping every few breaths. You let yourself take her in, from the freckles scattered across her nose to the way her lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks.

God, she was beautiful.

Last night had been a lot, but the best way. You weren’t sure whether you should be more surprised by how utterly chaotic she was or how gentle she could be when she wanted to. That duality was Jinx in a nutshell—always unpredictable, always keeping you on your toes.

Your movement must have disturbed her, because she let out a low groan, her pink eyes fluttering open. A lazy grin spread across her face when she saw you staring.

“Well, well, well,” she drawled, her voice raspy with sleep. “If it isn’t my favorite little snuggle buddy. Morning, sugarbomb.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her ridiculous nickname. “Morning, baby.”

She stretched like a cat, her body pressing against yours as she yawned dramatically. “So, was it everything you dreamed of?” she teased, waggling her eyebrows. “And more?”

You rolled your eyes, even as your cheeks burned. “You’re incorrigible.”

“That’s a big word for someone who was screaming my name a few hours ago.”

“Jinx!”

Her laughter was loud and unabashed as she flopped onto her back, one hand resting behind her head while the other reached for yours. She laced her fingers with yours, squeezing gently. Despite her teasing, there was a softness in her gaze that made your heart ache in the best way.

“I’m serious, though,” she said after a moment, her tone quieter. “You good? I didn’t, you know, go too far or anything?”

You squeezed her hand in return, touched by her concern. “I’m more than good, Jinx. Last night was amazing.”

Her grin returned, this time a little smug. “Damn right it was.”

You rolled your eyes again, but there was no hiding your smile.

She sat up suddenly, the sheets pooling around her waist, and turned to look at you with that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes. “You hungry? I’m starving. I could totally make us some breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can you even cook?”

She gasped, clutching her chest like you’d mortally wounded her. “Excuse you, I’ll have you know I make a mean pancake. Probably. How hard can it be?”

“Oh no,” you groaned, but you couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up. “We’re going to burn the apartment down, aren’t we?”

“Only one way to find out!”

Before you could protest, Jinx was out of bed, stark naked and completely unbothered as she darted toward the kitchen. You buried your face in your hands, half-exasperated and half in awe of her sheer audacity.

A few minutes later, you followed her, wrapping yourself in one of the oversized shirts she’d stolen from some poor shopkeeper in the Undercity’s market. You found her rummaging through the cabinets, her hair somehow even messier than before, muttering to herself about flour and syrup.

“What’s the plan, Chef Jinx?” you asked, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

She turned to you with a proud smile, holding up a box of pancake mix like it was some kind of trophy. “We’re making breakfast! You handle the boring stuff like measuring, and I’ll do the fun part, aka flipping!”

“Uh-huh. And who’s cleaning up the mess?”

She winked at you. “That’s future Jinx’s problem.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic.

The next half hour was pure chaos, as expected. Jinx got flour everywhere, from the counters, to in her hair, and somehow even on the ceiling. She insisted on using way too much food coloring, so the pancakes ended up an alarming shade of neon pink. But they were edible, surprisingly, and the two of you ate on the floor of the kitchen, laughing and stealing bites from each other’s plates.

After breakfast, Jinx pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you as she nuzzled into your neck. “You know,” she murmured, her voice soft and almost shy, “I like this whole thing, being able to wake up with you. Feels nice.”

You leaned back against her, your fingers tracing absent patterns on her arm. “I like it too.”

She was quiet for a moment, her grip on you tightening just slightly. Then, in true Jinx fashion, she broke the silence with a cheeky grin. “So, round two in the shower?”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

She wasn’t wrong. She never really could be when it comes to you loving her.

A/N: I absolutely love jinx and her chaotic energy (I just hope I captured it well in this fanfic).

Made me think of them

Still on the look out for this…

DAWG

I’m trying my DAMMEST to find this masterpiece of writing I found this one time

I can’t remember MUCH but it was a reader x kyojuro rengoku fanfic

Where the reader was cheating on rengoku with tengen because the reader wanted to make more money and feel useful for their family together but the reader finds out that she’s prego with tengen’s baby. It was supposed to be a one time thing but they were sneaking around for 3 months because she had more fun in bed with kyojuro

AND THEN rengoku finds out then fucks her like a whore then take his kids and leaves but they’re not getting a divorce

BRO PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT! ITS A BOOK WITH IPCOMING CHAPTERS AND I WANNA SEE IF A NEW CHAPTER WAS MADE BRO PLEASE I BEG!!!

helping hand; jinx x fem!reader

classic sickfic. enjoy

i'm trying to put out fics over spring break but i'm also severely burnt out sorryyy

summary; jinx wakes up sick, and you’re there to help her. but the last thing she wants to do is admit she’s sick.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; sickfic, fluff, hurt/comfort ig?, emeto, jinx being stubborn

men dni.

mornings with jinx are usually quiet. you’re almost always the first one to wake up in a mess of tangled limbs, with jinx clinging to your chest, snoring loudly and leaving behind a little puddle of drool on your shoulder. she'd have all the blankets hogged to her side, probably have subconsciously elbowed you a few times throughout the night.

so waking up to the sound of retching without jinx there was the last thing you were expecting.

"jinx?! jinx!"

you swing your legs over the side of her cot and rush towards the bathroom, where you see jinx hunched over and clutching her stomach. she seems to be finishing up at least, but you crouch beside her and tentatively place a hand on her lower back.

"hey, babe. easy, easy. you okay?"

"i'm fine," she groans, coughing over the bowl and pulling back. she stumbles back onto her feet and reaches for her toothbrush with trembling hands. "sorry, i'm all gross..."

"you're not gross, probably just sick." you stand up beside jinx and place a careful hand on her forehead- slick with sweat.

"i'm not sick-" she insists around her toothbrush, voice slightly muffled before spitting out the toothpaste. "i don't get sick. i'm just... not at my best right now. yeah."

"babe, you're definitely sick. you're burning up."

dark brows knit together again, though jinx can't speak through brushing her teeth. her face is ever so slightly flushed, yet somehow she looks just a bit more pale than usually does. her voice has more of a rasp to it than normal, though you can't tell if it's from throwing up or from a sore throat. and her movements look more... sluggish.

"am not."

"you have a fever."

"i don't."

it's a fruitless endeavor trying to argue with jinx when she's like this, you know that. she's way too in over her head and cocky, and even when she's on the verge of bleeding out, she'll insist that she doesn't need help. it's only when you came into her life that she started accepting help, though begrudgingly and only from you. you've never seen her sick before, but whatever this is- it's bad.

"stay here, i'm gonna fetch a thermometer." you mutter, slipping out of the bathroom. jinx's initial reaction is to protest, but you're already gone. it's pointless now.

she sits on the cold tile with her knees tight to her chest, an almost comical pout on her face. once you return, thermometer in tow, you're standing over her with one hand on your hip. she looks like an angry kitten- disheveled and scowling, but not in a position to do any actual harm. you try to crouch down to bring the instrument closer to jinx, but she immediately smacks your hand away.

"i'm taking your damn temperature, babe. no getting out of this. say 'ah.'"

"you're kidding."

but you prod at her lips with the thermometer, and she hesitantly parts her lips. no part of your girlfriend is happy about this, yet she'll have to deal with it for now. the look in your eyes tells jinx that you're serious. no bullshit, no running.

101 degrees. holy shit.

"i told you, you're running a fever. a bad one." you mutter, before turning the thermometer so she can see it. she slowly looks over the numbers, but shakes her head- the best she can manage, anyways.

"no. it's gotta be... it's not workin' right. gimme that."

she reaches out to take the instrument, but you yank your hand back before she can. your eyes narrow, your tone firm. you set the thermometer on the sink, and take jinx by her shoulders.

"you have a fever, love. you just puked your guts out, you're flushed, and you're sweating. come on, let's get you in bed. i'll help you up."

she lets out a dramatic groan, rolling her eyes, yet she doesn't have the strength or energy to fight back right now. something you're grateful for, but her body feels like dead weight right now. you're nearly dragging her to her cot.

you place her down on the cot gently, giving her a moment to adjust and regain her bearings. you've seen jinx upset, angry, fighting, having episodes, but never sick. and you'd never expected it to be this bad- she's half-coherent at this point, but still insisting that she's fine. it's both frustrating and so endearing, because that's just so jinx.

"come on, lay down," you say, pointing to the head of her cot. she grumbles again, but scoots so that she's in a laying position on her back, her head turned to face you.

"ughhh, i'm fine! i told you, that thing's gotta be faulty or something. you don't have to take care of me, i'm not a baby."

you kneel down beside the cot, and take one of jinx's hands in yours. it's cold, colder than normal, yet still clammy. that's not normal, and it's only driving your point home.

"no, you're not a baby. but you're sick. i don't know how many times i have to tell you to get it through that thick head of yours," you sigh, though your voice carries no malice. rather concern. seeing jinx suffering like this makes you feel like your heart has been taken out of your chest and wrung out- how hoarse her voice is and how her face has a sheen that isn't usually there. "i wanna take care of you, okay? just let me."

jinx's lips form into a pout yet again, but she lets out a long huff. she seems to be in her head for just a moment, weighing her options internally, but eventually, she relents.

"fiiiiine. just don't go all overbearing on me."

you shake your head, chuckling lightly. "i won't. i'd uh.. make you soup, but i don't know if you could keep it down right now."

"mm... probably not."

"soup later, then," you concede, giving your girlfriend's hand a gentle squeeze. in one sudden movement, jinx uses all the strength she can muster to tug you up into the cot with her.

"c'mon, lay down with me." she scoots over in the small space, patting the empty spot that she's just made for you. she's got that look in her eyes that you can never say no to, not quite puppy-dog eyes, but a look of clear need.

"are you trying to get me sick?"

though you sigh in light amusement, rolling your eyes. you maneuver into a laid-down position beside jinx, but still leave enough space that she won't be a health risk. more than she already is. she's damn lucky you love her so much.

that's not enough for her, though. she furrows dark brows, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her own body. directly facing you, before nestling into your chest. jinx's body relaxes a bit more at the touch, a tired sigh escaping the girl. one hand comes to rub at her lower back, slipping under her tee to feel the skin underneath. even though she's burning up and out of it, you can't help the gentle smile that tugs at your lips.

"this is fine, just no kissing."

"oh, come on!" she whines, magenta eyes flitting back up to you.

"no."

you're definitely gonna get sick anyways, but you'd die before you'd leave jinx without any kind of comfort.

this is good.

Excellent.

You’ve done Kyojuro x Boobs, but what about Shinjuro x Boobs (I mean Kyojuro’s gotta get it from somewhere)

-🌕 (moon anon)

😧 how have I not done Shinjuro x boobs omg. You're so right!

Shinjuro Rengoku x Boobs

NSFW. F!reader. Booooobs.

Shinjuro has spent far too many years of his life warring with pain.

He craves softness and solace, gentle touches, comfort.

And he finds those things with you.

Shinjuro will lie for hours in your arms, head nestled against your chest while you play with the gold and auburn peaks if his hair.

Soft, rumbly sounds of pleasure roll from his chest, which he swears are just sighs but honestly, they sound suspiciously like purrs.

He grumbles but he doesn't actually mind being teased for it. He's happy, and he never thought he could possibly feel that again. He didn't even think he was worthy of it.

But if you persist in poking the bear, you should know what to expect next...

"Purring? I'll show you purring!"

He nuzzles his face between your tits, blonde spikes tickling your chest, groaning contentedly and letting his body go limp and heavy as if you've suffocated him, heart filled by the way you laugh and tell him he's terrible.

Those playful moments are so precious to him.

And they don't stay playful for long.

Soft kisses being to linger, his big, warm hands slide around your body to ease open your top, exposing your breasts to his eager mouth.

Just a peek to begin with... he likes to savor you and pay attention to every inch of skin.

He loves the way you tangle your fingers in his hair and push him down when he teases your nipple with slow licks

Golden eyes watching you, eager to do well.

His composure rarely lasts. He gets titty-drunk pretty quickly.

Shinjuro mouths your breasts like he's trying to fit the whole thing in.

He kisses them so slow and sloppy, making your nipples glisten so prettily.

The first time he sucked your tits he came from it. The excitement, the intimacy, the sounds you made, the way you reacted to his touch. It was all too much.

You shifted your leg, brushing your thigh against his lower belly and that was all it took for him to convulse through his orgasm, muttering a string of apologies against the plush of your breast.

But now... as much as he enjoys it, he wants to do well for you. Your pleasure is his priority, and gone are the days of simply chasing his own orgasm.

He'll suck your tits for hours if you let him, tongue languid yet absolutely insatiable.

And he'll happily make you cum as many times as you like, however you want it. Fingering you, fucking you, letting you cockwarm him, letting you ride his abdomen while you're on top. Whatever it takes to get you off, he'll do it.

Shinjuro is a man who lost almost everything, and now that he has you, he has no intention of wasting a moment.