Thinking About How Nervous Mitsuri Kanroji Is To Sit On Your Face For The First Time. How Her Green Eyes

Thinking about how nervous Mitsuri Kanroji is to sit on your face for the first time. How her green eyes coyly look down at you as her glistening cunt hovers over your face. How she tries to hide behind her balled up hands as if she got caught doing something she isn't supposed to be doing. How pink her cheeks get when you reach up to stroke them and how she preens under the touch.

♡ cw/tw: afab reader, praise praise praise like so much praise, face sitting, soft pleasure dom! reader, sub! mitsuri, lowkey crybaby mitsuri, aftercare

“S’matter, baby?" you gently ask. “Are you not comfortable? I can stop if you’d like.”

“No!” she insists and blushes when she realizes how panicked she sounds. “‘m comfortable! Just never done this before. I don't wanna hurt you...”

You chuckle, and when your eyes meet hers and she sees the easy smile on your lips, she feels herself relax the slightest bit. “Silly girl, you aren't going to hurt me.”

Still, she hesitantly bites her lip, and you nearly lose your mind right there. “What if you suffocate?”

“Then it'll be the sweetest death known to mankind.”

“But—”

Unable to restrain yourself, you gently stroke at her soaking slit, and she lets out a small moan, hips slightly bucking and trembling hands reaching down towards your head. Her thighs tighten around your head, and you circle your finger around her clit. She moans again, louder this time, leg muscles starting to quiver with exertion as she tries to keep herself hovering over your face. It’s obvious she wants to do it, if the flush of her skin and the shine of her wet pussy is any indicator, but that same hesitant expression rests on her face.

Mitsuri has always been on the shy side, after all, has always needed some extra praise and benevolent persuasion to come out of her comfort zone and try something new. Such a delicate little thing underneath all of the jovial attitude and undeniable strength. Emerald eyes plead with yours, as if begging you to keep coaxing her, just warm her up a little more before taking control. And who are you to deny her that?

“C’mon, sweet girl,” you cajole, fingers massaging at her thighs. “Relax. Sit on my face, please? Just want to taste you and make you feel good. Is that okay? Can I make you feel good, honey?”

She bites her lip hesitantly, but you can tell she’s slowly starting to loosen up by the way her hips begin to lower. “You’ll let me know if I’m hurting you, right?”

“Promise, baby. Now c’mon, let me make you feel good.”

With the help of your palms pressed against the sides of her thighs, Mitsuri slowly lowers herself until your nose is bumping against her puffy clit and you can smell the juices flowing out of her. An animalistic part of you wants to litter her thighs in bites, devour her until she's pleading for you to stop, lock your arms around her waist and hold her in place as you assault her body with your tongue, just eat, eat, eat, until she's dripping down your chin and her muscles are weary. All-consuming love that erodes any clear thought and leaves the bones of sanity behind.

Mitsuri Kanroji is nothing short of a God-given meal gifted to a starved animal, and you want to savor every taste of her despite your stomach begging you to fill it as quickly as possible.

She mewls when you brush your nose down her fluttering pussy. With one hand reaching up to massage her breasts (she’s always had such sensitive nipples. Then again, everything about her is sensitive), you make sure you never break eye contact as you place tender kisses across her inner thighs. She’s such a goddess above you—all emeralds being swallowed by black holes and soft sighs swollen with content—that you nearly feel ashamed of thinking of her as God-given. There’s no way even the most powerful god could create something as precious as her. She’s ethereal in her own right and deserves only the best praise.

“Is that okay, sugar?” you whisper against her warm skin.

She shivers at the feeling of cool breath dancing across hot thighs. “Mhm. Please d-don’t stop.”

“Talk to me, baby.” It might be considered blasphemous to beg a goddess to do anything, but you can’t bring yourself to care when she has such a pretty pussy. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Mitsuri gasps when you lightly swipe at her clit with your tongue, and her grassy eyes dart down to meet yours. Shoulders heaving and hands trembling, she lovingly brushes some hair away from your face. “S-S-So good, lovey. Wan’ more.”

You hum against her cunt, eliciting a sharp inhale and roll of her eyes. “More? My greedy girl, you want me to finally eat you out, hm? No more teasing?”

“Yes!” she pleads and then does something neither of you ever expected: she tangles her fingers in your hair and pushes your face so her clit is bumping right against your lips. “Please! Please eat me out, sweetheart. Can’t take it any more! Want you to make me feel good.”

“Whatever my goddess wants,” you muse, and spare one last look up at her, “she gets.”

You run your tongue through her puffy folds, toying with her just a little bit more before finally sucking her clit into your mouth. The moan Mitsuri lets out is high and whiny enough to elicit one of your own, fingers diving right into her dripping pussy and expertly curling. She’s an utter mess on top of you and you’re loving every second of it. Knowing how you can make her into such a needy little thing with just your tongue and fingers, hearing her moan out your name over and over like it’s her favorite mantra, feeling her trembling hands pull and tug on your hair to guide you where she wants you the most—it’s the most wickedly powerful feeling that leaves you more and more in love with her.

Mitsuri’s mind is completely blank as she feels herself teetering closer and closer towards the edge of bliss. You’ve always been skilled at making her come undone, at unraveling her until she’s just a puddle of obedience and trust. Though she’s the love hashira known for her incredible muscles, she thinks you might have some trace of inhumanity running through your veins. There has to be. There’s no way someone can break her down to a moaning mess so easily, but she supposes anything is possible in a world of demons and demon slayers. Her hips buck against your mouth to their own accord, and she blushes at the lewd action.

“‘m sorry,” she cries. “‘m sorry! Oh fuck, ’m sorry!” And yet, despite the apologies pouring out from her, she can’t stop grinding down against your mouth, from bouncing her pussy in tandem with your tongue and fingers, from yanking on your hair as if you’re her favorite puppet, from stopping her other hand playing and tweaking her nipple. She’s just as eager to be eaten as you are to eat, and that might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced. “You’re so good, lovey. Oh shit, right there! Oh my god, right there! So good, so good, so good!”

With your mouth full of her clit and juices, verbally replying is nearly impossible. And so, you decide to keep hitting the spot your finger found and add another one for good measure, your tongue still massaging her in the way that has her thighs trembling around your head. Though you’re throbbing and aching with your own need, knowing how close Mitsuri is feeds you so well you almost don’t even think about it. How can you? The most beautiful goddess to ever exist is using your face as a throne to pleasure herself with. The rhythm of her hips begins to become more and more erratic, and you can feel her walls begin to flutter around your fingers, breathless moans tumbling out of her chest and painting your body in the prettiest shade of pink.

“Oh god, lovey,” Mitsuri cries out. “You’re so good to me! Please, don’t stop! O-O-Oh…”

Every little noise she makes sinks into your ears and burns into your brain. Blindly, you reach up to twist and pinch at her nipples, and she practically throws herself into your hand. She’s even kind enough to guide you to all of the right areas. The rise and fall of her chest is spastic at best, a thin blanket of sweat sits across her warm skin, and her harden nubs roll perfectly between your digits. Mitsuri’s moans grow more and more desperate until she’s basically sobbing your name. God, it’s as if she was made for you to please!

Unshed tears cause Mitsuri’s vision to swim, and though the sight is a little blurry, seeing her cunt grinding against your face and you happily taking it all is enough to make her throw her head back and cry out your name one last time. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby, please.”

With a fresh sense of determination, you release your hold on her nipple and elect to push her lower back so she’s forced to arch her cunt even more into your mouth. Evidently, that’s the final literal and figurative push she needed because her thighs are twitching uncontrollably and she’s babbling nonsensically as her pussy clenches down on your fingers as if to keep them there for all of eternity.

“Ah, fuck! Shit! O-O-O-Oh feels so good, lovey,” Mitsuri hiccups as her body trembles above you. “You’re so good. ‘m so lucky to have you.”

Once she’s relaxed above you, you place a soft kiss on the space next to her sensitive cunt and gently pull your fingers out of her. She whines at the loss of contact but is quick to dip down and slot her lips against yours, eager to taste herself on your tongue. Without breaking the kiss, you slowly sit both of your bodies up so her legs are wrapped around your waist and she’s perched in your lap.

“Here,” you whisper against her lips and bring your fingers up to brush against them. “Be a good girl and lick ‘em clean for me, sweetheart.”

And she does, obediently so, never breaking eye contact as her tongue runs up and down your digits and the taste of her own juices explodes in her mouth. You groan at the sight and mutter, “Good girl” before pulling her back into another embrace. After a few more swift kisses, Mitsuri rests her forehead against your shoulder and contently sighs.

“Have fun, princess?” you muse, fingers working to undo her braids. Seeing her with her hair down after a good fuck is always a sight for sore eyes.

She hums against your collarbone. “Mhm. I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not in the slightest.” You plant a tender kiss on the side of her head and tug at the ends of her hair. “C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you in the bath.”

She huffs out a protest. “‘m comfy right here.”

You smile at her childish petulance and run your fingers down her bare spine, earning a shiver and another huff from your partner. “I’ll wash your hair the way you like.”

“With the strawberry shampoo?”

“Of course, baby.”

After a little more huffing and fussy protesting, Mitsuri finally agrees to take a bath with you under the extra condition of using the strawberry bubbles to match the strawberry shampoo and conditioner. Really, though, she just needed a little wind down after the high you gave her. But if she’s able to tease you a little along the way, she’ll greedily take the opportunity. You’ve always looked so cute with a furrow to your brow.

Once you two are settled in the warm water and bubbles, you beckon for her to lay her back against your chest and she happily obliges. Your fingers expertly work through the tangles and trials of her long hair, and she finds herself sinking more and more against you until her skin is nearly melted into yours. Some days, she wishes it would. At least then she’d know the two of you are safe. But you knew the risk of being with someone who fights to keep the country safe and reassured her she’s worth it and more. Neither of you fell in love with each other because falling implied surprise and there was nothing surprising about how perfectly your bodies fit together. No, you walked into love together, eyes wide open and palms pressed together.

Praises fall from your mouth and coat her body like her favorite blanket.

“I’m so proud of you for trying something new, princess, and I’m happy you ended up liking it.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.

“You did so good for me, you know that?”

A soft groan escapes through her lips when you begin to massage her scalp.

“My pretty girl. Just let me take care of you, okay? You deserve it.”

And right when she thinks she’s completely relaxed and unwound, a sharp thought pierces her brain.

“Lovey,” she says suddenly, spine straightening and nearly causing you to harshly pull on her hair as you worked to rinse the shampoo out. Panicked emeralds scan your face as she turns to face you. “I didn’t return the favor.”

Relief floods your chest, and you chuckle and scratch at her scalp. “You silly girl! You scared me.”

“I’m serious,” she stubbornly huffs. “You made me feel so good and I didn’t return the favor. It’s rude…”

The grin on your lips softens down to a tinder smile, and you resume your ministrations with her hair. “You don’t have to, baby. Me wanting to make you feel good doesn’t automatically mean you have to reciprocate.”

And then, those same jeweled eyes are pleading with yours, and she’s leaning further into your touch. “But I want to. I want to make you feel good, too.”

“Tell you what,” you start and she perks out, “let’s finish up this bath, get some food in you, and if you still feel the same, you can return the favor. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“Good. Now quit squirming around so I can get this shampoo out of your hair.”

Lord helps the person that ever has the strength to tell your partner no, because you sure as hell don’t. It’s hard to deny her of anything she wants when her eyes light up so much and her mouth spreads into a heartbreakingly adorable smile. She turns around and sinks back into your arms—her home, as she likes to think of them as.

“‘’m so lucky to have you,” she sighs.

“You said that earlier, silly.”

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

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"Ruined" (NSFW)

Note : no art

afab reader, sub reader, there is Mona here, face riding, cunn/lling/s hate s/x, SAGAU, self aware, SELF INDULGE

Note : i hate Mona

You hate Mona.

"I hate you"

No you don't

"I fucking hate you!"

I love you too

Hatred keeps coming out of your drooling lips above, while your bottom lip below just drooling in ecstasy and arousal.

After losing Mona again to your 50/50 and got her C3, you angrily took her to your teapot, pushed her into the house, shoved her to the bed, crawled so your pussy is right on top of her mouth and just start riding her to take your anger out.

Mona ,on the other hand, is in bliss from your 'punishment' to her. She already fully aware you are upset to see her, no offense taken if in the end she always be 'tortured' with eating your divine pussy out, afterall, isn't that what makes her deserve after pushing other Standards out so she could always be your 'lose' in 50/50??

She doesn't really care that you 'top up' or how many money you spent on those galaxy crystal to call the other character home, she is here, what else do you need?

Even better!Perhaps she should get her 6th Constellation so you'd never use that galaxy crystal again. Who else can play and worship your pretty cunt like her? You already spoiled by her technique in making you orgasm really good, so good in fact you aren't really upset for losing 50/50 right?

"Nnnh!F-Fuck♡...i...i hate you..."

Ahh there it is, the lip trembling which is sign you getting close. Mona look up from her position, worshipping your glistening fold from below. Your hips keep moving, using Mona's face like a fucking sex toy, a willing and skilled sex toy.

You thought you can tire her out since it can take you half an hour to orgasm, but alas, despite you 'hating' her, she is properly built with Lv20 Artifacts and Lv90 Mona, of course half an hour endurance is nothing to her. Besides, with how wet your pussy is, you need a hydro user to help right?

Your body jolted and you yelped when two of her fingers start to enter you. Mona's just drinking in your arousal and your cute noises whilst her finger curiously exploring your hole, her other hand gripping your hips to make you stay steady on her face. Her two long fingers buried deep until her knuckles, the tip of her fingers just padding around your soft inside.

Damn it! Can she just thrust her fingers already??

The dark blue haired woman make nasty loud smacking noises when she kiss your pussy's lips and your clit. Your hole keeps drooling, loving Mona's fingers in there . Oh how much hatred you have on this woman, so much hate and anger to the point you pushing yourself back to her fingers.

It's too much. You thought, overwhelmed by everything, her touch feels hot on your skin, her hair in your grip feels like tiny needle to your sensitive thighs, her breath feels too much on your pussy. You tried to get off her so you can catch a break.

But she won't budge.

"O-okay, Mona.."

"Hnn?"

Her eyes closed in bliss, half-ignoring your pleas and your squirms.

"M-mona, i will hate you for real if y-you -Fuck♡!- don't let me go-oonnhh♡!."

Bullshit.

Mona knows full well you'd never hate her, not with this pussy licking services she has been doing for you. She take a glimpse at your face.

Face flushed, lips trembling and red from you biting on it, her pale turqoise orbs met yours, eyes glassy with tears from overstimulation, your eyes quickly gripped shut.

Still 'hate' me,huh?

Alright, she will take pity on you then. You have been spending like 70+ of those galaxy crystals to call her here, so of course a bit of mercy wouldn't be too much for Mona.

She twisted both of your body so you land on your back with a thud. You panted, feeling the relief from constant pleasure from two fingers churning your inside and a tongue dancing around your sensitive clit. You glanced at Mona, her state made your body heat up more.

Mona's hair is completely disheleved. The astrologist's chin is glistening from your slick, so much of it you can see a thin thread hanging on her chin which she wiped it with the back of her hand. Mona's eyes never leave your crotch, seems fascinated of her work.

Your plush thighs spread open to show Mona your glistening pussy lips, clit hard and seems like aching for attention. Your face flushed pink, blood and heat going to your face. Lips red due to teeth biting on it to keep you grounded. Eyes hazed and seems empty, just like your brain.

Under Mona's intense stare, you slowly closing your legs trying to cover her meal.

Fuck.

"If this is how you hate me, i don't mind being your arch nemesis."

You hate Mona.

You hate her for ruining your pity.

You hate her for wasting your wished fates.

You hate her for her arrogance personality in her astrology and hydromancy.

You hate her for her materials need you to climb the walls.

You hate her for her long fingers that able to reach that spot inside of you.

You hate her for her hot tongue playing around with your clit like a kid with their candy.

You hate her for her stamina in bed making you putty in her arms.

You hate her for her knowing how to fuck you good and leave you happy and sated.

Yeah

You hate Mona .

BARBIE DATING SHY! HUMAN!GIRL HC’S

*ೃ༄ meeting you was like a breath of fresh air from the chaos that is kens and other barbies!

*ೃ༄ don’t get her wrong. she loves! barbie land. it’s her favourite place.

*ೃ༄ but in contrast to the confidence and loudness kens & even barbies radiated. it was nice to meet someone so laid back.

*ೃ༄ since she was now human. it was a thrill for her to learn about everything that was human! specifically falling in love. back in barbie land she had simply thought she was incapable of it.

*ೃ༄ ken was great to her! she knew that. but there was something about him that made it so hard for her to love him like she wanted to.

*ೃ༄ but you— there was something about the way you. the way you blushed whenever she similed at you. she loved the way you were so gentle with her— the way you were so patient when teaching her stuff.

*ೃ༄ ofcourse barbie was an independent woman & didn’t need a partner. but she wanted you because she loved you. not because dating was something that people (and barbies) were ‘supposed’ to do. but she wanted it.

*ೃ༄ it sort of happened naturally. no asking out, or dates, you just started— the handholding, the compliments. kisses on the cheek turning to kisses on the lips. it was perfect. she supported your career whilst figuring out her own.

*ೃ༄ she loved that you were so patient with her, she knew it could be frustrating that she wasn’t accustomed to being a ‘human’ and you helped and taught her about it all— allowing her to also learn it herself in her own way.

*ೃ༄ she loved that you treated her like a person and not just a object or some trophy. like she was an individual.

*ೃ༄ her favourite part was the simple things, like dancing in the refrigerator light at 3am, or her lending you her cardigan when you’re cold.

*ೃ༄ she was gentle with you— whenever you’d get nervous she’d be the first to notice, making sure to never put you in uncomfortable situations.

*ೃ༄ anyway! she’s totally and utterly enamoured by you! and vice-versa. you guys act like an old married couple.

*ೃ༄ literal poster-couple.

I absolutely love how Kafstel and Kafblade’s haters always loose 😂