Small Problem

small problem

( ♡ ) pairing : Geto Suguru x fem!girlfriend!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, geto is 17/18 and reader is 15/16 , sex , explicit content , mention of pregnancy , smoking , age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Geto x reader 😭😭

Thursday had arrived, and you were spending the night at the residence of your boyfriend, Geto Suguru , just like every Thursday.

Suguru was missing by almost midnight. He had left with Satoru around 10 pm to inspect his car, but got caught in the rain and didn't come back. Instead, he went to Satoru’s place. At 11, you joined your cousin and his friends in their car. When you told Suguru about it, he got envious and demanded that you return home or he would stay at Satoru’s for the night, leaving you by yourself.

You were now wearing blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. After taking a puff of your cigarette, you exhaled deeply just as you heard loud knocks on the door. After changing, you were dressed in blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. As you took a drag of your cigarette, you released a sigh right before hearing loud knocks on the door.

Knowing full well that it was Suguru, a smile involuntarily graced your lips. As you unlocked the door, there he stood, shirtless, with his t-shirt casually slung over his shoulder. You released a sigh and returned to the sofa, taking a drag from your cigarette while snacking on some chips. Your frustration with Satoru and his behavior still lingered “ why aren’t you wearing a shirt ? “ you asked while taking another puff from your cigarette. Your attention was focused on Suguru as he proceeded to change into fresh attire “ ‘cause it’s wet “ He grumbled, as he was clad in nothing but a pair of shorts.

After snuffing out your cigarette in the ashtray, you heaved a sigh and settled into bed beside Satoru, his distress evident. He was lying on his back, with his arm covering his eyes. You placed your arms on each side of him as you moved closer. You inquired, " kiss?" and gently closed your eyes while delicately touching your lips to his. Once more, you softly uttered, "Kiss," and proceeded to place several kisses on his lips. Satoru grinned and chuckled, tenderly cradling your face as he reciprocated the kisses.

He proceeded to gently guide you onto your back, his hand tenderly supporting your cheek while he maintained the kiss. Suguru expressed his frustration by stating, "You are a pain in the ass ," before giving you one more kiss and rising from the bed. He retrieved his own pack of cigarettes, lit one, and settled into an armchair to continue smoking while browsing on his phone. As you observed Suguru, you continued eating your chips. Feeling neglected by your boyfriend, you let out a sigh and turned your back to him , your attention on your phone now.

As time elapses, you perceive Suguru extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray before joining you in bed. He reclines on his arm, reaching out to grasp your waist effortlessly, and gently rotates you. With both arms positioned on either side of your head, he leans down and bestows a kiss upon you. Following a brief moment of kissing, he rises and wipes his mouth gently, softly uttering a "come here" as he settles on the bed, leaning against the headboard, inviting you to sit on his lap.

Suguru’s grip tightened around your waist, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, feeling the softness of your flesh and the hardness of her nipples. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and arched your back, pushing yourself into his touch. His mouth found yours, a fiery kiss that claimed you with an urgency that had been building for hours. Your tongues danced together, a dance as old as time, a promise of what was to come. His hand traveled down your body, finding the waistband of your shorts and panties, and with a swift motion, he slid them down your legs.

Your clothes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, leaving them bare and vulnerable. Suguru’s eyes took in the sight of you, the curves that he knew so well, the dips and valleys that made you uniquely you. He felt his body respond, his arousal growing with every passing second. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, the foil packet glinting in the low light. With trembling hands, he ripped it open and rolled it onto himself, feeling the barrier between them, a necessary precaution that somehow heightened the anticipation.

You straddled him, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you guided him inside yourself . You moved in perfect rhythm, your bodies melding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building like a crescendo in a symphony. Suguru’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more intense than the last. But there was one that stood out, a niggling concern that grew with every thrust—the condom felt different, looser somehow, but he didn’t mind and continued. He kissed you hungrily, and with a soft grip on your waist he flipped you over.

He positioned himself over you, his eyes never leaving your. Then, with a deep, almost primal growl, he entered you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. You moved in sync, your bodies speaking a language that transcended words. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans. The intensity grew, a crescendo of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He could feel your tightening around him, your body building towards release. With a final, desperate thrust, you shuddered, you climax washing over you like a wave. He followed, his own release a white-hot explosion that left him breathless and trembling. They lay there, panting and entwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your beating hearts.

Your kisses grew slower, more languid, as you savored the taste of each other. And then it happened. As he pulled out he froze . The condom was no longer on his dick.

“ Uh, baby , we have a small problem “ He said , trying to sound calm , but you could see in his eyes that he was panicking internally.

“ I think my condom slipped off in you.”

You froze, the sound of your racing heart from the previous sex abruptly silenced by the cold hand of reality. The room grew colder, the shadows darker, as the weight of your mistake settled upon you. The air was thick with tension, the unspoken question hanging between you like an invisible wall. What would come next? How would you deal with the potential consequences of this unplanned intimacy? The moment stretched on, a silent scream that echoed through the room.

He felt your breathing even out, your body relaxing slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

“It’s not your fault,” he assured you, his voice firm. “We’ll deal with this together, okay?”

He commenced the quest for the missing condom beneath the sheets, hoping against hope that it would be somewhere on the bed, untouched. Alas, the elusive condom was nowhere to be found.

He was a doomed man.

You gazed at him and elegantly ran your hand through your hair, "I will go to the bathroom and… check if the condom is in me," you mumbled before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Suguru heaved a heavy sigh and disheveled his hair as he rose and strolled toward the window, where he lit a cigarette.

You entered the bathroom and delicately inserted two fingers inside you, carefully searching for the condom. Suddenly, you felt it - your heart sank. After retrieving it, you discovered Suguru's semen inside the condom and on your fingers as well. You released a weary sigh, discarding the condom in the trash and proceeded to wash your hands , small tears in your eyes , but you never let them out. As you reentered the room, you walked over to Saguru who was leaning against the window. You mimicked his stance, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply. The two of you sat in silence, smoking, until you finally broke the quiet with a question, "What are we going to do?" Your voice was soft but resolute. "I'll have a chat with Satoru to get some money by morning, and then we'll figure out a plan B for you," he replied, exhaling smoke as he placed a hand on your lower back. "Everything will be okay, my love. We'll sort this out," he assured you, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead and gently rubbing your back.

Can I request Reze gf head cannons?

Reze girlfriend headcanons !

a/n : i replied so late omg I’M SO SORRY ANON 😭

— Secretly Sweet

Despite her tough exterior and assassin background, Reze would have moments where her softer, more vulnerable side shows. She might surprise you with small acts of affection when you're least expecting them, like making you coffee in the morning or sending you a random, caring text.

— Protective, but in a Low-Key Way

Reze, being the type to handle dangerous situations, would have a protective nature. She wouldn’t be overly clingy, but would subtly ensure you're safe. Whether it’s walking on the side closer to the street or subtly watching your back when you’re out together, she’d always be aware of your surroundings.

— Playful Teasing

She’d have a bit of a mischievous side, teasing you playfully but never crossing the line. Maybe she'd act cool and aloof sometimes, just to see how you react, but deep down, she enjoys the fun banter and getting you to smile.

— Dark Humor

Given her past and line of work, Reze would likely have a bit of a dark sense of humor. She’d make jokes that are a bit morbid, but somehow make them charming and funny. You’d learn to appreciate her wit, even if it sometimes catches you off guard.

— Quiet Affection in Public

She’s not the type to be overly affectionate in public but would express her care in more understated ways—like gently brushing your hand, fixing your collar, or standing close to you when walking. In private, she’d open up a lot more.

— Good at Keeping Secrets

Reze would definitely have a mysterious vibe, and there’d always be a sense that she’s holding back a little. But instead of being frustrating, it’d keep the relationship intriguing. She’d reveal bits of herself slowly, and you’d always want to learn more.

— Loves Small Adventures

She wouldn’t be the type to want grand, extravagant dates. Instead, she’d enjoy quieter, more spontaneous adventures—like a late-night walk through the city, a secret picnic in a hidden spot, or finding the perfect secluded place to watch the stars.

— Emotionally Guarded

At first, she might be emotionally distant, but as she starts trusting you, you’d see her let her guard down. Reze might struggle to talk about her feelings, but she’d show them through actions. When she does open up, it would be meaningful.

— A Duality of Softness and Strength

There’d always be a contrast with Reze—on the outside, she’s confident, dangerous, and independent, but she craves moments of normalcy and intimacy where she can be herself without worrying about her dangerous life.

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Allure of the forbidden.

( ♡ ) pairing : teacher!hiromi higuruma x fem!student!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, hiromi is like 36 and reader is around 20, reader is a law college student, sex , explicit content, age gap , idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : I’m posting almost all my drafts but okay 😭

You ambled through the quiet library aisles, the soft click of your heels echoing against the towering bookshelves. Your eyes danced over the spines, seeking a title that could offer a brief reprieve from her mundane afternoon. A gentle summer breeze whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the distant sound of children's laughter from the park outside. At the far end of the room, the setting sun painted the dust motes a fiery orange, casting a warm glow that seemed to embrace the solitude of the study space.

Your fingertips traced the spines of the books, feeling the coarse textures of aged leather and the smoothness of the newer ones. Your mind drifted to the coolness of the pages you had yet to turn. An unexpected aroma of fresh ink and paper filled your nostrils, hinting at a recent addition to the library's collection.

Your gaze fell upon a book titled "The Unyielding Pursuit of Justice," and you pulled it out with a gentle tug. The author was none other than the infamous Hiromi Higuruma, your law teacher who had recently taken the town by storm with his unorthodox methods and unyielding dedication to his cases. You had heard whispers of his sharp wit and piercing gaze that could make even the most stoic of souls squirm.

As you leafed through the pages, a folded note slipped out. It was a page torn from a legal pad, scribbled with hasty handwriting. The words "Meet me at the courthouse, tonight. Room 303." and a signature - HH - were the only contents. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the initials of your teacher. Intrigued and a little apprehensive, you glanced around the library, but the only company you had were the silent tomes that surrounded you.

The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, and the thought of the note grew heavier in your pocket. You knew that going to the courthouse was risky, especially after hours, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was important. After all, you had always admired Mr. Higuruma's passion for justice, and the idea of learning from him outside the confines of the classroom was too tempting to resist.

Nightfall approached, and the library grew dimmer. You gathered your things and tucked the mysterious note safely into your bag. The echo of the closing doors seemed to amplify the thrill of what might await you. The walk to the courthouse was filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The cobblestone streets were cool against your bare legs as you hurried past the shadowy alleyways, the sound of your heels growing fainter as the distance grew.

When you arrived, the grand building loomed before you, a silent sentinel of the law. The courthouse was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the occasional distant footsteps and the hum of the security lights. You took a deep breath and made your way to Room 303, your hand shaking slightly as you pushed the door open. Inside, you found Mr. Higuruma, his eyes lighting up with an unusual intensity when he saw you. The room was cluttered with case files and legal documents, but there was something else in the air - something electric, something you hadn't felt in his presence before.

" [name]," he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate within the confined space. "You came."

"I… I found your note," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You held the page out to him, your hand trembling.

He took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours, and you felt a jolt of energy. He read the note, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he stepped closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. " [name], I need your help with something. It's not what you might expect."

Your heart raced. "Anything, Mr. Higuruma. I want to learn from you."

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he spoke again, his voice softer. "I've noticed how much you care about justice, about understanding the complexities of the law. But there are aspects that can't be taught in a classroom." He paused, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes. "I need someone… I need you to help me understand something very personal, something that could affect a case I'm working on."

You nodded, your curiosity piqued. "How can I help?"

He stepped closer, closing the space between you. His hand found its way to the small of your back, and you could feel the heat of his palm through your thin blouse. "I need to experience… a particular situation, to better defend my client." His voice was a caress in the quiet room. "Would you be willing to assist me?"

Your breath hitched. "What situation?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"The situation," he said, leaning in, "of a man and a woman, in a moment of passion."

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unspoken intentions. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck, smell the faint scent of his cologne. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of what he truly wanted.

His hand moved to the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "I know this is unorthodox," he murmured, "but I believe that by experiencing it ourselves, we can gain a deeper understanding."

Your thoughts swirled like a tornado. You knew this was wrong, that there were lines that shouldn't be crossed, but you also knew that Mr. Higuruma was a man of integrity, a man who never did anything without a reason. And you wanted to help.

"Alright," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

With that, he closed the distance between them, and his lips met hers. The kiss was unexpectedly tender, filled with a hunger that you hadn't anticipated. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the softness of your mouth. Your arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer, as the reality of what you were doing set in.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of fear and excitement. You moved together, almost in slow motion, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips, "Thank you for trusting me."

The next moments were a blur of sensation: the soft rustle of fabric as clothes were removed, the warmth of his skin against yours, the feel of his hands exploring every curve and line of your body. You fell onto the couch in the corner of the room, a mess of legal papers scattered around you . The leather was cool against your back, but you barely noticed as his mouth moved to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you shiver.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the moment, the line between student and teacher, justice and passion, blurring into oblivion. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, the thud of it matching your own erratic rhythm. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of your desire mingling with the dust of the old books.

" [name]," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Look at me."

Your eyes opened, and you met his gaze, the intensity of it making your pulse race. His eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation, and you nodded, unable to form words. His hand trailed down your body, his fingertips tracing the swell of your breast, sending waves of pleasure through you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I've wanted this for so long."

The words sent a thrill through you, and you reached up to kiss him again, your hands tangling in his hair. His touch grew more urgent, his kisses deeper, and you could feel the heat building between your legs. You arched into him, your body begging for more.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You," you said, the word a desperate plea. "I want all of you."

He took that as his cue, his hand moving down to slip under the fabric of your panties, finding you wet and ready. His touch was gentle at first, exploring, and then more insistent as you moaned into his mouth. You felt his arousal pressing against your thigh, and you reached down to touch him, your hand trembling.

Your kisses grew more frantic as you touched each other, your breaths mingling in a symphony of passion. His hand moved between your legs, and you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, stroking you in a way that made your body tighten around him.

"Hiromi," you whispered, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath. "Please."

He positioned himself above you, his eyes never leaving yours. With one swift movement, he entered you, filling you completely. You both froze, the intensity of the moment suspending you in time.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "More," you begged.

And so he gave it to you, moving in a slow, rhythmic dance that had you both gasping for air. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.

"[name]," he groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm so close."

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and you met his thrusts with your own, urging him on. You both reached the peak together, your cries of pleasure echoing through the deserted room, mixing with the sound of the pages fluttering in the gentle breeze from the open window.

As you lay entwined on the couch, your hearts racing, the silence of the courthouse seemed to swallow you up. But in that moment, it was just the two of you, your bodies speaking a language that transcended the bounds of propriety and the law. The line between right and wrong blurred as you clung to each other, lost in the throes of your newfound understanding of justice and passion.

The aftermath of your union was a tapestry of emotions: guilt, exhilaration, and confusion. Yet, as you dressed and collected yourselves, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had just experienced something profound, something that would forever change your perspective on the world of law and the complex dance of human relationships.

And as you both stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of distant sirens a stark reminder of the world outside your cocoon, you knew that this was just the beginning of a journey you had never anticipated taking. The note in your pocket was a silent testament to the power of curiosity and the allure of the forbidden.

Your eyes met, and you saw a flicker of something in his gaze that you had never seen before. It was a look of hunger, of a man who had tasted a secret that could never be fully satisfied. And for a brief moment, you wondered if you had just become part of a case that was far more personal than any you had ever studied in the pages of your books.

teacher’s pet // Malbonte

( ♡ ) pairing : teacher/human!Maobonte x human!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader, smut , vaginal sex, female anatomy , NOT proofread, sex with no plot , human!malbonte , age gap , teacher x student

( ♡ ) 🗒️a/n : BRO IT HAS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I LAST WROTE 💀💀

It was just after a long day at that damn high school , and let’s not talk about that new graduated history teacher that makes you eat history up , even though it’ your final year .

Completely depleted of energy, you crumble onto your mattress, enveloping yourself in the comforting embrace of a plush pillow. The weight of exhaustion settles upon your weary body, causing your eyelids to droop heavily. The day's demands have taken their toll, leaving you utterly drained and devoid of any remaining vitality.

The door creaks open gently, and the so called history teacher enters your dorm room. You slowly open one eye to see , even though you already knew who it was. He's an attractive man, tall with a well-built body, pale skin, and tired black eyes framed by thick jet black hair. He's dressed in a white button-up shirt, coffee brown tweed pants, and some oxfords. The scent of his fine cologne wafts through the air, reaching your nose.

As Malbonte sits down on your bed, the weight of his presence brings a sense of calm and comfort. The softness of the mattress beneath you molds to your body, providing a luxurious support. As you slowly awaken, the gentle touch of his hand on your lower back sends a wave of tranquility coursing through your veins.

His touch is warm and tender, radiating a soothing energy that seeps into your muscles, easing any tension that may have accumulated overnight. The sensation is both comforting and intimate, as if he understands the depths of your weariness and seeks to alleviate it with his touch.

Malbonte whispers softly and moves in closer to you, taking in your scent. His nose lightly brushes against your cheek as he shuts his eyes "It's difficult to act like there's nothing going on between us when we're in class. The way you gaze at me makes me…" but he stops mid-sentence and lets out a sigh. "I've missed you."

You grin and let out a soft breath, slowly opening your eyes, then turning to your side and wrapping your arms around his neck, with a smile on your face. "Seriously?" you inquire before giving him a kiss. "How much?" you chuckle.

Malbonte grinned, his fingers gently wrapping around your arm, his dark eyes fixed on your form as he smirked slightly. He began to slowly remove your clothes, all the while his lips pressed against yours, the intoxicating flavour of your kiss igniting a passionate desire within him. You look at him, a gentle blush appears on your cheeks, and a joyful flutter of butterflies stirs within you as you feel his fingers on your skin , his hands undressing your body .

Malbonte gently caressed your exposed back, trailing kisses along your cheek and down to your neck. His hands gradually removed your bottoms, revealing more of your bare skin. As he brought you to the brink of undress, he swiftly discarded his pants and underwear too.

“ Very much “ Malbonte responded eagerly, removing your panties with his chilly, slender fingers. He positioned himself at your entrance, his hips pressing against yours, while his arms rested on either side of your head. With a soft whimper, you felt him enter you, sending shivers down your spine.

Malbonte gazed upon you, his deep, alluring eyes gleaming with intensity. He began to glide within you, his length evoking delicate gasps that escaped your lips with each rhythmic motion. The weariness mingled with the sheer ecstasy that Malbonte bestowed upon you, causing your drowsy eyes to flutter, yet you instinctively arched your back, yearning to feel him more .

"It’s challenging to resist the urge to beat up those boys who dare to gaze upon you," he confessed, his breath labored as he continued to caress you. "They have the audacity to do so even in my presence," Malbonte murmured, gently nuzzling your neck as he inhaled deeply. "If only I could, I would fuck you right before their eyes," he whispered seductively , a mischievous smirk danced upon Malbonte's lips as he proceeded to lavish your neck with kisses, his hips seamlessly synchronizing with yours.

Malbonte's tender kisses abruptly ceased as he sank his teeth into your shoulder. He increased the pace of his movements, skillfully targeting your most sensitive spot, causing moans and mewls to escape your lips. Your delicate fingers grasped onto his strong back, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you. Your body instinctively drew him in closer, intensifying the intimate connection between you two.

Malbonte exhaled deeply, gracefully gyrating his hips in circular motions before penetrating you once more, eliciting a passionate moan from his lips. You surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, closing your eyes as your body gracefully arches in response to the electrifying sensation of your release.

Malbonte let out a weary sigh as he gazed upon your fatigued figure, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. " I’m not done with you , love " he said , his hands firmly gripping your hips.

With gentle strokes of his thumbs, he caressed your delicate curves, slowly descending upon you. Your cunt part pressed against his face, as he skillfully worked his enchantment, sucking and teasing every inch of your clit . The taste of your essence mingled with his own, causing him to let out a moan. " No one will eat this pussy better than me " Malbonte purred, the vibrations of his voice heightening your sensitivity and causing you to squirm under his tongue .

His tongue quickened its pace , his actions forceful and controlling, as he hungrily expressed his pleasure against cunt. You clutch onto his hair and cry out as your second orgasm overwhelms you. You let out a satisfied sigh and slowly close your eyes, allowing your body to relax completely after reaching your secknd climax. A gentle sound escapes your lips as you try to open your eyes. Looking through your lashes, you see Malbonte getting up and picking up his clothes before heading towards the bathroom.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you close your eyes, surrendering to the allure of a well-deserved rest. "I'll be back to get you in a bit, sweetheart. Don't doze off," Malbonte called out from the bathroom, just as the sound of the shower started.

Pussy eater

( ♡ ) pairing : Soshiro Hoshina x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , kinda friends with benefits, smut wrote by a minor 😾

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I literally post when I remember that I have this app.

"Hey, [name], you got a second?" Soshiro Hoshina called out, his voice echoing through the corridor of the Defense Force's living quarters. You looked up from her book, curiosity piquing as you saw Soshiro leaning against your doorframe, his trademark grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "What's up, Soshiro?" you asked, setting your book aside.

"Well," he began, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, "I've been thinking about our little 'swords and monsters' gig we've got going on here." You raised an eyebrow. "What about it?" Soshiro scratched his head, his eyes shifting to the side as he tried to find the right words. "You know, with all the serious stuff we deal with, I've been wondering if there's something we're missing. Something… I dunno, something more… intimate." You leaned back into your chair, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Intimate?"

"Yeah," he said, his cheeks flushing a bit. "Like, I know you're pretty smart and all, so I was hoping maybe you could, you know, teach me something." Your heart skipped a beat. This was definitely not the conversation you had been expecting. "What do you want to learn " Soshiro took a deep breath. "How to, uh, you know, eat a girl out. I want to be good at it." You felt a blush creep up your neck. "Soshiro, that's…"

"Come on, [nickname] ," he said, using the nickname only a few people knew about. "You know I'm not asking for just anyone. I trust you, and I know you're cool with this kind of stuff."

Your mind raced, trying to decide if you should take this seriously or not. But something in his earnest tone made you realize he truly wanted to know. Plus, you had to admit, the idea was a bit… intriguing. "Okay," you finally said, "but we're just friends, right?" Soshiro nodded vigorously. "Of course, just friends. So, where do we start?"

Your pulse quickened as you slid out of your chair and approached him. "Alright, let's get comfortable," you murmured, guiding him to your bed. You sat down and patted the spot next to you. Soshiro sat down, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What do I do first?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "Well, the first thing you want to do is make sure she's relaxed." You leaned back, propping yourself up with your elbows. "Why don't you start by kissing me?"

He nodded, his smile never leaving his face. He leaned in, his eyes closing, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, tentative, but it grew in passion as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

As their kiss deepened, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a mistake. But then you thought about all the battles you'd been through together, the lives you'd saved, and you decided that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what you both needed.

Soshiro's hands roamed over your body, learning the contours of your curves. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he kissed you softly, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped as he moved down, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone and down to the top of your chest.

"Now, Soshiro," you whispered, your voice trembling, "you have to be gentle. It's all about exploration and pleasure."

He nodded, his eyes still closed, focusing intently on your words. He moved down further, his hands gently parting your legs. "How do I know if I'm doing it right?"

"You'll know," you assured him, your voice growing softer. "Just listen to my body, okay?"

He nodded again, and you felt his mouth on you, tentative at first, but growing bolder as you began to react to his touch. He explored with his tongue, learning the taste and texture of you. You could feel him getting more comfortable, more sure of himself, as you gave him gentle instructions and feedback. Your breath hitched when he found the right spot, and you let out a soft moan.

"You're doing great," you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair. "Just keep doing that."

Soshiro's eyes remained closed, his expression one of intense focus. He listened to your breathing, your words, and the subtle movements of your body, all guiding him in his exploration. He felt a sense of pride swell within him; he was good at this, better than he thought he would be.

The room grew warmer, the tension in the air thick with desire. Your legs began to shake, and you tightened your grip on Soshiro's hair. "Don't stop," you breathed, your voice strained.

Soshiro felt a rush of excitement as he realized he was bringing you closer to climax. He increased his pace, his tongue moving in rhythmic circles. Your body tensed, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

As the moment approached, you reached down and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking the skin beside his mouth. "Open your eyes," you murmured.

Soshiro obeyed, looking up at you. The sight of your face, flushed with pleasure, your eyes closed and your mouth open in a silent scream, was more erotic than he could have ever imagined. It was in that moment that he truly understood the power of intimacy, the connection that went beyond friendship and into something deeper.

Your gazes locked, and you nodded, giving him the final encouragement he needed. He applied more pressure, and your body arched off the bed, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You gripped his head tightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

When the tremors subsided, Soshiro pulled back, his eyes still on yours. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips. "How was that?"

You took a deep breath, your chest heaving. "Perfect," you whispered, a small smile playing on your own lips. "Just perfect."

The air between you was charged, but the mood remained light. Soshiro lay beside you, his head propped up by his hand, his grin never fading. "So, am I a natural?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe you are," you said, your voice still a bit shaky. "But we'll need more practice, of course."

He nodded eagerly. "Any time you're ready to teach me more, you just say the word."

As you laid there, the tension of your earlier conversation dissipated, replaced by a comfortable silence. You felt a warmth spread through you, not just from the pleasure he had given you, but from the bond that had grown between you.

You talked for a while longer, about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other's company. It was a rare moment of peace in a world where you were constantly fighting for their lives. And as the evening grew late, Soshiro finally got up, stretching out his muscles.

"I should get going," he said, a hint of regret in his voice. "We've got that training session tomorrow."

You nodded, feeling a twinge of sadness as he stood. "Thanks for, you know, trusting me with this."

He leaned down and kissed you forehead. "Thank you for teaching me, [nickname]."

With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you lay there, you wondered if your friendship had just changed forever. Or if, perhaps, it had just become stronger. Either way, you knew one thing for sure: you looked forward to the next time you could help Soshiro hone his newfound skills.

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