why do i feel like giyuu’s stupid awkward ass would hug you from the back all the time so he can slip his hand(s) down into your panties and cup your pussy. not even sexually. just bc he likes how soft and warm it feels.

…actually not even just giyuu, this feels like a douma and a tengen thing, too (but they deffo end up clit tickling). i can see gyuutaro doing it too. maybe even akaza.

Stupid Lies and a Kiss (part 1)

Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader

Warnings: 18+! recreational drug use, dry humping, dick teasing

Note: i couldn’t wait any longer to post this, the set up was taking too long for me to work out SO I GUESS ANOTHER INCONSECUTIVE FIC FOR Y’ALL

it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to “come here.”

she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man’s cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy… hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy his company. damn him. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches the way his throat moves to let his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 

“what for..?”

she doesn’t get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold onto her hip. she’s yanked into his lap without a word, shocked into bracing at his massive shoulders. god, his expression is the essence of sex. the next moment that registers, she sees how he’s slipped down lower on the couch… and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her– slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise… and to her irritation, the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. boy, what the fuck are you doing? …she means to ask him–to at least give translation through her glare if the words couldn’t come out (and they absolutely would not). he’s not moved at all. his eyes are boring right back into hers, hungry and aroused daggers piercing at her coyness, making her want to squirm even as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, and his hips have his cock so well aimed… in no time he’s slipped her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he sees every bit of the struggle on her face to not give in to or even reveal how fucking good he’s stimulating her… to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit so she won’t beg for him right there. 

“that’s what for.” he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it–  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that’s right, princess… taste me on it til you’re high as a damn kite. “you’re annoying with all the stupid questions you ask.” his hands diligently slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem of his hoodie and he can squeeze the fat at their softest point. “but you fit so damned nicely here on me." 

"fuck you.”

he breathes out a chuckle, “at least we’re on the same page, then.”

“oh, so that’s what you’re trying to get down to?”

“what else?” he asks, “and why not, i feel good. you’re sexy and you’re making me hard,” his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. “why not let me blow your mind while you’re here… and blow your back out while i’m at it.”

“you just swear you’ve got it like that, it’s so funny to me,” asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks up to her, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.

“you’re sitting pretty on the best dick you’ll ever get in this life, princess. that’s a flamboyant guarantee.”

whether to his intended end or no, asia’s back arches and she pushes away from him. it props her up more on the muscled plane between his hips, offers an even more appetizing view of him beneath her… namely of the silvery formation of his happy trail that’s now exposed. his teasing her had found his shirt now inched up somewhat on his stomach. the tan hue of his skin peeping from under his expensive pink tee, dusted with glossy wisps of his chrome white hair and disappearing with his v-line into grey sweatpants all look good enough to lick like candy. her face says it blatantly, with her head now delightfully swimming. and she pulls even more smoke into her lungs. she’s already gotten a delightful high, enough to tickle her brain and make every shift and slip of his against her skin that much more pleasurable. her mind feels like it’s floating… but she wants more. asia is chasing after nirvana with how she smokes, fading her into a hazed cloud of euphoria. in her quest for it, she fails to pick up on tengen’s sudden triumph, glaring in arrant display on his face. he has wanted her in silence for years that had stretched into eons, now. asia’s playful banter and unforced ease with him was a favorite of his, and for the thrill of their chemistry alone, he allowed her to hide behind it for this long. but he was no fool when it came to this woman. uzui felt the wall that her roasting and teasing was, constructed to hide her equal and opposite desire for him–romantic or sexual. 

smoke cascades from her mouth, and when he feels her palm brace at his chest, sees the way she edges the tip of her tongue along the ridge of her teeth, he decides to obliterate that goddamned wall to dust.

“you gonna give me an answer today, sweetheart? you can only keep up the act so long before it gets boring,” he notes with a pinch to her leg, “not to mention, you’re a shit actress.”

she feels her brow arching above his awaiting stare. both his high and his lust have tengen’s pupils blown. the bejeweled fuschia of his eyes now were stretched to a scant rim cloaking a field of black. their stare flickers slightly behind her, where he’d had a giant, gold trimmed mirror mounted in his living room for just such an occasion as this.

“that shit’s hitting you, isn’t it… you can’t even tell you’ve been biting your lip at me this whole time, can you.”

shit. she hadn’t had a clue. and seeing her release it, plump and shining, it gunned his cockiness to full throttle. 

“mhmmm. and you’re blinking exceptionally slow, your eyes are starting to roll back cause you feel so shitting good…” it worked to tengen’s advantage. every time she gave those feline blinks, his eyes were back on their reflections. her waist tapered so gorgeously. it could even be seen through his grossly oversized hoodie on her. she looks so perfect in it… on him, her pillowy thighs framing his gapped legs, the swell of her hips poured over his, the curve of her ass perched so pretty above his crotch, “guess what, though. i can make it feel so much better, pretty girl. shit, the way i can take care of you… you’ll be on another planet. i’ll make you feel so fucking amazing,” he put his attractive, ring covered hands to work, pulling up the hem of silk until it was pooled just at the dip of her sides. “fuck…” he whispers, long and drawn, primal when he finally sees the black of her panties… and that perfect, soft dish of plush and round she’s got sitting on him from their reflections. he wagers at least five courses set out on his lap for him. uzui would tear his way through them all, and not stop until well after dessert. hell, that’s what he planned to start with.

“you sure the hell want to, don’t you,” asia drawls, clearly fucking with him, but making him touch her more, “it’s finally a side of you i like– look at god! how bout you just tell me how bad you want this, baby boy..?” she smiles, rolling her tongue between her lips. his dick is straining so hard that it’s aching– something he’d expect more if he were in denim– anything more restraining, really. but it speaks to how painfully erect she’d gotten him. and he has uncharacteristically muted his want of her so long that, honestly, he doesn’t see her proposition as such a terrible one.

“that’s a pretty subpar idea–not bad for you,” he answers, and then corrects. “the more flamboyant plan of action would be to show you, lady drab.”

“you motherf–"a benign punch to his chest punctuates, making him laugh. "are you serious!? really, you dipshit? la–”

“lady drab,” he says with her, and interrupts with a shit eating grin, “countess of dull fuckery in the land of blow-your-brains-out-boredom." 

he’s already reached behind her, tracing down the line of her underwear at either ripe cheek of her bottom, hooking his fingers underneath them so he could draw the material of her panties back and up… back and up… in a slow, deliberate motion that gives her the most teasingly light stimulation… (that shuts her up, to his tickling)  until he’s got the front of them pulled down enough that the slit of her little jewel comes into view before him. asia sees his how his brows lift, signaling his surprise. "i knew i had a minxy little firecracker. miss drab gets herself waxed..?”

“shut the hell up, tengen.”

he laughs. it’s a deep, sensual rumble, and paired with a more seductive smirk on his. the combination makes her clench around nothing, making her loins ache and burn. “you got it, princess.”

he shifts the two of them lower– only a temporary measure to lower his sweats without disturbing their position so much. it also gives him the excuse to press his fingertips into the ripe fat of her behind as he slid them back onto the sofa cushion, “gods, i’ve been dreaming about what your moans sound like.”

she doesn’t get to ask. he’s already positioned himself and plunged his cock into the snug barrier of her panties, opening those glistening petals for his sizeable length to drive between, coating it in her slick. the sensation was lethal. how warm it is, the stiffness of his manhood are already too much for asia. but the second she feels a vein brush past her clit, she is electrified in a total white out of her mind. her legs tense up, toes sprawled in stunned pleasure, by the time tengen grips her to keep her from falling over, she’s already shivering, fighting not to go completely dumb between squirms.

“ten, shittt!” she cries out, stretching the word into desperate sobs. it makes no sense for it to feel this amazing. uzui seems to revel in it. but he can’t mask his own pleasure, as his jaw is falling slack at the same time his throat bubbles out this sensual grunt. in the next second, though, his teeth are clamped as he takes in an elongated, sharp inhale from how divine her hot flesh is, how it’s drooling all over his hard cock. he eases in little by little, rocking back out with each inch he slips in, pressed between her juicy pussy. the desire to wet every surface of his cock drives him more than his conscious mind has the chance, and she provides abundant lubrication for every bit of him that he provides.

“babydoll… oh, sweetheart, asia, fuck!” his voice fails, from a melodic praise to a hot husk, it fans over her neck, “your pussy, baby, your fucking–little pussy… you’re soakingme,shit..! i told you didn’t i–”

with that same ardor, he pulls her down by the collar of his hoodie, biting his lip to emote to her not only how sensitive she was making him, but just how badly he wanted to possess her, down to the very cells of her blood. “i told you how good you were gonna fucking feel. all for me, pretty girl.” his dick slips in until he has no room left to move. both of them short circuit, gasping and twitching from the sparks ignited over their most sinful nerve endings. tengen leans up to sink his teeth into the sweetest and softest lip he has ever tasted, and watches asia’s punch drunk look as he teasingly draws it out in a nip. he decides he could fuck her like this until she was numb; his cocktip is pillowed at the cleft of her ass–luxurious and soft enough to have him leaking precum that stained her underwear. it made her even slicker for him, combining both their arousal so lewdly. “you’ve got my dick so fucking wet, princess,” he breathes into her skin. asia’s eyes haven’t come unclenched yet from whenever she’d shut them… she’s deaf to how her voice bleeds through the restraint to keep herself quiet. it makes his length kick against her, burrowing deeper into that warm hug of her rear. “i wanna make you cum until you cry for me to stop with that smart aleck mouth of yours babydoll,” sadistically he confides, drawing back to give a thrust that makes her squeak and cover her mouth, “just like this to start, huh? you want it..? how many times do you think we can go before you pass out…”

his head slams back against the couch, shoved there by the hair asia’s fisted at either side of his skull. it paints the most profane grin onto his face. and he looks dead in her eyes with it, sordidly envisioning what indecent, what tearful, abused expressions he would melt that smug little face into.

“your good-lookin’ ass talk too damn much.”

she’s popped on the ass with that remark, and the spliff is plucked from her teeth in a flash, just as she squeals from his touch. tengen has their noses touching just as quickly, the slap guilty palm now squeezing her face in a tender hold. pursing his lips on the joint, he locks gazes with her, sultry and dominant while he drags. a delicate pinch of his fingers pops her lips into an ‘o’, and he respires gently into her open mouth. asia catches on quicker than he expects, inhaling his smoke and breath without a moment’s waste. his cock stirs when she licks at her top lip, as though it is the most delicious of tastes.

“your sexy ass fucking loves it,” he mumbles, taking another deep draw into his lungs that makes her clit swell for him. and in his style, he squeezes her ass with the same, massive grip.

“brat.”

Stupid Lies and a Kiss: Preview

Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader

Warnings: recreational drug use, dry humping

it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to ’’come here.’’

she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man’s cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy… hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy his company. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 

“what for..?”

she doesn’t get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold around her hip. she’s yanked into his lap without a word. the next moment that registers, she sees how he’s slipped down lower on the couch… and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her– slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise… and the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. what the fuck are you doing? …she means to ask him–to at least give translation of it through her glare if the words couldn’t come out (and they absolutely would not). he’s not moved at all. his eyes are boring into hers, hungry and aroused, making her want to squirm just as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit on him and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, his hips have his cock so well aimed… in no time he’s got her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he reads every bit of the struggle casting over her face to not give in to how fucking good he’s stimulating her… to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit, so she won’t beg for him right there. 

’’that’s what for.’’ he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it–  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that’s right, princess… taste me on it til you’re high as a damn kite.’’you’re annoying with all the stupid questions you ask.’’ his hands slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem if his hoodie and he can squeeze at their softest point. ’’but you fit so damned nicely here on me.’’ 

“fuck you.”

he breathed out a chuckle,’’at least we’re on the same page.’’

“oh, so that’s what you’re trying to get down to?”

’’what else?’’he asked, ’’and why not, i feel good. you’re sexy and you’re making me hard,’’his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. ’’why not let me blow your mind while you’re here… and blow your back out while i’m at it.’’

“you just swear you’ve got it like that, it’s so funny to me,” asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.

’’you’re sitting pretty on the best dick you’ll ever get in this life, princess. that’s a flamboyant guarantee.’’

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