Can I Request Reze Gf Head Cannons?

Can I request Reze gf head cannons?

Reze girlfriend headcanons !

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— 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.

𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚

( ♡ ) pairing : modern biker!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, sex , explicit content , smoking , alcohol , alcohol use , unprotejed sex

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is my own experience wih a boy .

Late into the night, you found yourself amidst the revelry of your friends at a cottage. Adorned in a sleek, ebony dress that gracefully accentuated your finest features.

Outside, the moon cast its gentle glow upon the scene, as you stood alongside your cousin, Yuta, who had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety as his younger cousin. The lines of the clock whispered the hour of 22:28, a testament to the late hour. With a cigarette delicately held between your fingers, you stood in the company of Yuta's companions - Satoru, Toge, Maki, and others.

Lost in your own thoughts, you paid little attention to their conversation, finding solace in the tranquility of the moment. Leaning against a sturdy tree, you savored the quietude as the smoke from your cigarette danced in the night air. However, your peaceful reverie was abruptly interrupted when Satoru who playfully nudged you with his elbow. Drawing your gaze towards him, a mischievous smirk adorned his face.

" My, what a breathtaking dress you're wearing " His captivating blue eyes lingered on you as he mentioned the envious glances from others. With a simple gesture of his index and middle finger, he requested a cigarette and you obliged with a sigh. Satoru's smile was charming as he expressed his gratitude, lighting his cigarette. "You're truly a sweetheart," he complimented, winking at you. "And if they are staring, perhaps I'll get some followers on Instagram," you joked as you took a drag from your cigarette. Your gaze shifted towards Satoru, a subtle frown forming as you noticed his accent, a delicate smile gracing your lips "Sweetheart?" you teased, flawlessly mimicking his speech pattern with a touch of amusement. Satoru paused mid-sentece, a mischievous grin appearing on his face as he locked eyes with you. "Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?" he remarked, taking a step closer, his hands now gently resting on your waist.

Just then a young man with lustrous black hair approached from behind and casually rested his weight on Satoru's shoulder. With a gesture, he extended his index finger towards you and uttered, "You are very pretty " A charming smile adorned his face, illuminating the atmosphere. Satoru swiftly grasped his friend's hand and lowered it. With a playful chuckle, he inquired "Suguru, what do you want from her ?" Satoru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he shifted his gaze back towards you. "You know, doll , I could offer you a ride sometime. Just call me " he suggested, his voice laced with a hint of allure. Suguru couldn't help but burst into laughter at his friend's audacity, before turning his attention towards you. "You should contact me instead. While he has a bike, I, on the other hand, have a luxurious car," he proclaimed, his tone filled with confidence.

Yuta, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, wrapped his arm around your neck, discreetly attempting to whisk you away from the pair " You two leave her alone " Satoru, wearing a warm smile, gazed at you and exclaimed, "Come now, we are trying to make friends ! She's such a doll " Yuta, unable to contain his amusement, peered down at you and chuckled, " Indeed, she is " With those words, he gently turned you away from the duo, declaring, " I'll borrow her for a moment." And so, he led you away.

Concerned for your well-being, Yuta leaned in close and whispered, "Do they trouble you? If they do I can make sure they won't talk to you ever again. " However, you responded with a delightful giggle, shaking your head in dismissal. "There is no need. They are quite nice " you assured him. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The clock showed 3:47 in the morning, and the party was still in full swing. Despite feeling a bit intoxicated, you and the duo were getting along even better.

"Princess, do you have a charger?" Suguru asked, his hands on your hips and his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, and he handed you his phone with a smirk, his hand resting on your lower back before letting you go . You made your way into the cottage and found a guest room where you could charge Suguru's phone. As you plugged it in, you heard the door close, muffling the noise from the party. Turning around, you saw Satoru entering the room with a chuckle, a cigarette held between his fingers as he smiled and tilted his head at you " Doll .. "

Your gaze shifted to Satoru, who appeared slightly intoxicated. You let out a soft laugh and rose from the bed, clutching your phone. However, Satoru prevented you from standing up completely, gently guiding you back onto the bed. You locked eyes with him. Throughout the night, there had been an undeniable tension between the two of you, and both of you were acutely aware of it. Gojo had you seated on the edge of the bed, his knee positioned between your legs as he leaned in to kiss you. His hand reached for your hair, pulling you closer, while your hands grasped onto his shoulders. You let out a soft moan as Satoru kissed you. From the corner of your eye, you watched him toss the cigarette and crush it underfoot before leaning in, pushing you onto the bed with him on top. The kisses were intense, with gentle moans slipping from both of your lips, the distant sound of muffled music adding to the ambiance of the moment.

Your heart raced, a delicate blend of excitement and nervousness. Gojo's eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt or fear. He found none, only desire reflected back at him.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you explored each other's mouths. His tongue danced with yours, teasing and coaxing, leaving your breathless. You wrapped her arms around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair. It was soft and silky, a stark contrast to the power he exuded.

Gojo's hand slid lower, caressing the small of your back, and you arched into him. The heat between you was palpable, the space between your bodies electric. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching yours for permission to proceed. You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps.

He gently lifted you onto the bed, his hands supporting your weight. You lay back, your hair fanning out around you like a dark halo. Satoru took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, your eyes filled with a mix of want and vulnerability. He leaned over you, placing soft kisses along your collarbone, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his lips.

Your skin was warm and smooth, your breathing hitching as he started to took off your dress , and he couldn't help but kiss each cm on your body . You shivered under his touch, your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. He pulled off the dress from the top , revealing a lacy bra that contained your breasts.

With a gentle tug, Gojo removed the barrier, exposing you to his gaze. Your breasts were perfect, and he took his time, worshipping each one with his mouth, listening to the soft moans of pleasure that escaped your lips. His teeth grazed your sensitive nipples, making your arch off the bed. He smiled against your skin, feeling a thrill of power.

He hooked his fingers into your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. You were already wet, your arousal evident even through the lace. He tossed the fabric aside, his erection straining against his pants. He positioned himself between your legs, guiding his length towards your entrance.

You gasped as he entered you, feeling him stretch you, filling you completely. He began to move, your bodies in sync, his rhythm steady and sure. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would fade, but would always be a reminder of this night.

Gojo's kisses trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, and back up to your lips. Your tongues tangled, your breath mingling in the air as you shared this intimate moment. Your hips rose to meet his, urging him deeper, and with each thrust, you could feel him, feel the power and strength that he exuded. It was a heady mix, and you reveled in it, lost in the sensations that consumed you. He pressed his lips against yours before pulling away, then leaned in closer, placing his ear next to your mouth to hear your soft whimpers.

Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers. You ran your nails lightly across his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your chest. His pace increased, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.

You met his gaze, your eyes locked together as you shared this intense connection. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building within you. With a gasp, you arched your back, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you came, your body wracked with pleasure.

Gojo followed you over the edge, his voice rough and hoarse as he cried out your name. His body tensed, his muscles coiling as he spilled himself deep inside you. You lay together, panting heavily, your hearts racing. You traced the lines of his chest with your fingertips, marveling at the strength and power that he possessed.

"That was…," you began, your voice shaking slightly.

"Yes," he agreed, his voice rough with emotion. "That was." He rolled to the side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you. "I've never…I've never wanted anyone like this before." ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Next day, Gojo Satoru was there, as if he'd never left. His presence made you feel both comfortable and excited at the same time. The wind tousled your hair as you wrapped your arms around his waist . Yet you were wearing his helmet , since he didn't have another and he cared about your safety . You could feel the vibrations of the engine between your thighs. He looked so confident, so sure of himself as he navigated the narrow streets with ease. " Move your ass backwards , sweetheart " He chuckled , and you obliged , now practically arching your back.

As you both arrived in front of your apartment building, you hopped off the bike and faced Satoru, tilting your head up for him to remove your helmet. He chuckled as he took it off, teasingly commenting, "Can't do it yourself , huh?" You smiled back at him, playfully responding, "Yeah, thanks for the ride, princess." After giving him a hug, you walked towards your apartment.

You heard Satoru laughing behind you and turned to look at him, asking, "What's so funny?" Despite your slight frown, there was a hint of amusement in your eyes as you watched the white-haired man giggle, his helmet now back on his head. "Your dress!" he exclaimed, pointing out that your dress was rolled up.

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( ♡ ) 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.

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𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣

( ♡ ) pairing : kokushibo x fem!MoonHashira!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe , idk bro, suicide metion , reader kinda suicidal and fucking dumb

( ♡ ) a/n : I DID NOT READ THE KNY MANGA SO IDFK WHAT I AM DOING

An old shrine stands in disrepair, surrounded by a peaceful moat. Under the Sakura tree's gentle light, a bridge links the mainland to this holy site.

In the darkness, a silhouette emerges. With three pairs of eyes, or a total of six, the central pair displays the characters for "Upper Moon" and "One", casting an eerie glow as they gaze down at the pristine water.

"…"

The man seems to detect the entity's existence, yet remains unfazed by its presence.

As you were strolling towards the shrine, you abruptly halted in your path, your eyes widening slightly and your lips parting in astonishment at the sight of Upper Moon One. Your gaze shifted from Upper Moon One to the shrine, and you proceeded to walk towards it.

The Upper Moon One gazes into the water beneath, appearing deep in contemplation. His pale skin reflects the moonlight, creating an otherworldly radiance.

The stillness is tangible, with only the soft ripple of the water and the gentle fluttering of Sakura petals breaking the silence. Suddenly, the man breaks the quietude by asking, "Are you lost…or maybe, here to face me in a challenge?"

You swiveled your head to face the demon , you eyes looking over his figure " I'm here for the shrine . " You said as you turned to face the remnants of what had once been a beautiful place, you spoke " I am not to stir things up "

His eyes narrow as you speaks, seemingly surprised by your non-confrontational attitude. His gaze sweeps over your form, analyzing every detail. He studies the way you moves, the way you speak , the calmness of your demeanor . Then, a small chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that seems to come from the depth of his chest. He takes a few steps towards you "You're a Hashira, correct?"

You purred in approval, remaining perfectly still , your gaze sweeping over the remnants of the shrine . The moon's gentle glow illuminating the sacred grounds.

Kokushibo remains captivated by your presence as you gracefully survey the remnants of destruction. His gaze remains transfixed on the ethereal luminescence that delicately dances upon your serene countenance. A flicker of intrigue flickers within his eyes, for this Hashira, with her tranquil disposition and absence of hostility, defies his expectations "A Hashira who does not yearn for battle? How remarkably extraordinary you are."

You emitted a soft chuckle and gracefully turned your head to gaze upon the demon standing before you. "An Upper Moon that has no desire to devour me? How peculiarly extraordinary you are," you remarked, your voice laced with a hint of admiration. With a gentle smile, you then shifted your gaze upwards, allowing the moon's ethereal glow to envelop you, cherishing its celestial beauty. Kokushibo's expression remains stoic, but there is a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He had to admit, your retort was unexpected and somehow intriguing to him. "Touché." His gaze follows yours as it drifts towards the moon overhead. A brief moment of silence passes between you, filled only by the soft sound of the wind and the crickets in the grass. "You seem to cherish the moon, just as much as I do."

You crooned melodiously, your eyes never leaving the moon. The wind danced through your hair with a delicate touch. "Being the Moon Hashira, the moon holds the utmost value to me," you crooned, your hands playing with your haori.

Kokushibo scrutinizes you closely, his eyes focused on the way you gracefully fiddle with the hem of your haori, the material flowing smoothly under your caress. A glint of curiosity shimmers in his gaze, as he encounters a human unlike any other. One who regards him not with fear or malice, but with a gentle sense of peace. "A Moon Hashira? That clarifies the lack of aggression," he chuckles softly, his voice resonating with a low, melodic tone.

As you gazed upon the demon before you, your eyes shimmered with curiosity. A sharp intake of breath, you observed the intricate details of his katana. Your gaze then drifted towards his elegant haori, a silent acknowledgment of his presence. Yet, an innate intuition stirred within you, resonating with a sense of familiarity. With a composed demeanor, you uttered the words, "You're also using the Moon Breathing technique, aren't you ?"

Kokushibo raised a eyebrow as he heard your words. You were observant and sharp, he could give you that "Impressive." His voice is tinged with approval as he speaks, his gaze still fixed on you. The way you had figured out his breathing style so quickly was intriguing to him.

"Tell me, what is your name? I don't believe we've been formally introduced." The man's unwavering gaze remains fixated on you, curiosity evident in your eyes. As he asked you this question, he shifted his weight slightly, the movement causing the fabric of his kimono to ripple gently in the night air.

With a graceful demeanor, you gazed up at the demon before you, a faint smile playing on your lips as a soft chuckle slipped past them. "I am [name] [last name]," you purred, your voice smooth and confident as you met the demon's gaze with unwavering determination. " the Moon Hashira."

Kokushibo's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise upon hearing your name. The name "[last name]" seems familiar to him, but he cannot quite place it. His eyes dart to your face again, studying your features once more "[last name]…"

He repeats the last name slowly, the sound of the word rolling off his tongue. He pauses for a moment, the cogs in his mind turning as he tries to recall something "I don't recall an [last name] Hashira in the past records."

With a gentle smile, you gazed at the demons and let out a soft chuckle, "I am the inaugural Hashira in my lineage." Your laughter filled the night air as you lifted your eyes to the moon, feeling the cool breeze tousle your hair. Your gaze shifted from Kokushibo to the moon, and you inquired, "What is your name?"

Kokushibo watches as you laughs softly, the sound of your giggle catching him off guard. It's been a very long time since anyone had laughed like that in his presence, with such carefree ease. As you turns your gaze back to the moon, he watches the way the night breeze plays with your hair, the strands shifting gently in the soft wind.

"My name... it's Kokushibo." He responds, his voice a low rumble in the silence of the night.

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( ♡ ) 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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