California Sunset

California Sunset

Hey y’all! This is the first smut I’ve ever posted on the internet. I’ve been writing for a good six and a half to seven years now(four years for fun and around 3 or so years professionally) and I believe that I’m a pretty good writer. One thing though, when it comes to putting my work out there for people to read and interpret for themselves, sometimes that can be a bit nerve-wracking. Either way I put my ALL into my work whether it’s a smut, short story, poem, or an entire novel. I hope you all enjoy. (:

It’s a gorgeous, goregous night here in LA, the breathtaking sunset sitting perfectly in the middle of the sky. The swriling hues of orange and pink are enough to make anyone stop and stare in awe. You only hope that someone can find you as enchanting and beautiful as a warm sunset.

You figured that you had that with Chishiya, but now you aren’t so sure anymore. You’ve always been understanding of how busy and consumed in work that your boyfriend can be. Especially when he loses a pateint. You know how much of a toll that can take on his emotions at times. Being a doctor isn’t easy in anyway. All in the same, it’s a very rewarding career path.

As a nurse, you’re also occupied with your own career, with your life in general. But you’ve always gone by the belief that people make time for what they deem as a priority—what they consider important to them. And you always make time for Chishiya. Now it seems as though he’s starting to pull away from you. He barely touches you—rarely ever even compliments you anymore. You hate to admit how much that stings, how much it hurts your pride.

“Chishiya,” you call out to him, eyes glazing over his slim, relaxed stature. He’s so into the game that he’s currently playing on his playstation that you sadly doubt he heard you call his name. Or worse, he’s ignoring you on purpose.

You frown up, crossing your arms in impatience. “Chishiya!” This time your tone is a lot more crisp and assertive.

“Hm,” he mumbles, almost carelessly, never taking his eyes off of the tv screen.

In attempt to ignore his cold demeanor, you clear your throat in hopes that he can’t detect the hurt in your voice.

“I’m leaving to meet up with friends now. I won’t be back until very late.”

His eyes dart from his game and to you for a split second as he says, “Not too late. Be safe.” And just like that he averts every morsel of his attention back to the game.

Knowing how childish the very next words leaving your mouth are, you say them anyway, unable to hide your hurt. “Yeah, maybe I’ll come across a man that truly recognizes me and appreciates my damn existence tonight.” You eye him sharply, arms still stacked tightly across your chest—your special defense mechanism. He pauses his game as if on queue, a smirk forming on his soft, baby face, implying he’s willing to play along into your game. You resent how adorable and squishy you find this man. Even when he’s being a distant, insensitive, little prick.

He chuckles as he replies, “Sure. Send me a picture when you find him. I need to know what I’m up against.”

You scoff. “How do some nudes sound, Chishiya?” You retort, unable to conceal the emotion in your voice at this point. “Forget it. I’ll see you whenever you decide to act like you give a damn about me.”

That heavy and restricting sensation one gets in their throat when tears threaten to fall begins to bite at you as you turn abruptly to exit the room. But Chishiya has other plans. He grips you up, spinning you by your waist, somehow teleporting from his previous, peaceful position in his gaming chair and over to you. Sheesh. Don’t underestimate these shorter men. They move quick. Not to mention that surprising strength they have.

“What?” He questions, trying to look you in the eyes, but you stubbornly refuse to look at his face, afraid you’ll cry once you do so. “That’s why you’re threatening me with other men, huh? You think I don’t care about you?”

You push his hands off of your body, heaving out a small whimper. “Chishiya,” you whisper, your tone of voice tired and matter of factly. “Do you even find me attractive anymore? I mean seriously…you give me minimal devotion when we’re together. Just now, you could barely be bothered to pause that ugly game long enough to see off your girlfriend! And your affection? It’s almost as though you never even had any for me. You touch me like its an obligation and not because you genuinely want to. Do you get how that makes me feel as a woman? I feel as though you’re disgusted by me.”

He stands there for a second, his face displaying guilt and realization. Sighing, he walks over to his bed, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants as he flops down. “Come here.”

You can’t help it when your eyes roll slightly, stinging from the air. You walk over to him purposely standing about a foot or so away from the bed. He leans forward, grabbing you from behind your thighs and sitting you onto his lap. You blush when you feel him against you through your underwear.

He rubs your sides softly, squeezing them with intention. Your dress rises a bit at the action. “Let me start off by saying I love you; I love you so much it hurts me. You’re so gosh darn pretty it hurts me. There’s not a single part of your body and soul that I don’t adore.”

You manage to keep a soft eye contact with him as he pours himself out into you, squirming a bit as the sudden heavy and passionate mood of the room has you feeling shy. He smiles crookedly at your demeanor before continuing.

“I apologize for being distant, love. I shouldn’t direct my worries at you as if you’re the cause of them. You make me better and I forgot that for a moment there. On top of work and just being utterly drained all the time, I stored the fact that my stress reliever is you all the way back in to my mind. I’ll be more mindful from now on. I’ll be present.”

You swallow quietly, unsure of what to say. Your eyes are glued to his cat-like eyes as he smiles cheekily at you. You cave in at the precious sight, cupping his left cheek warmly.

“I love you, Chishiya. I’m always gonna be right here for you to talk to. I care about you and your wellbeing. You’re my heart.”

He nods reassuringly, taking both your hands behind your back and kissing you deeply. This catches you off guard, but you respond immediately, allowing his tongue to taste every inch of your mouth. You release a satisfied groan into his mouth, the vibration tickling the roof of it. He chuckles at the sensation. He’s giggling and being all light and feathery, but there’s a drive of concentration and lust in you as you grind into his pelvis, needing to feel more. Your eyes darken with arousal as the kiss gets more sloppy and explorative.

When he lets your arms loose from behind your back and slips a hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss even more, you become ecstatic; the feeling of sizzling passion and care eating away at you. You can hardly take it. He kisses you as if he wants to swallow you whole. In the nastiest of ways, he ravishes you immensely.

“Chishiya,” you breathe out, your core tingling with every sensation. Your stomach is on fire with excitement.

He places a final soft kiss to your lips before slipping your stretchable dress over your head. That look of hunger in his eyes mixed with a display of smug innocence drove you crazy. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

When your dress is off completely, he latches his tongue onto your nipple, teasing it with delicacy. He moves his mouth back and forth between your breasts, giving special attention to both of them. You gasp harshly when he grazes his teeth lightly over your hard nipples, sucking them with an exhilarating popping sound that slides off of his tongue.

“You’re so sweet,” he whispers in that husky voice that you love so much. He turns you over on your back onto the bed, laying a pillow behind your head for support. “Shit. You’re soaked, huh?”

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of him taking your underwear to the side, using his thumb to rub your clit tenderly. You blush hard at the remark and relish in the contact he’s delivering.

He continues this for a few more seconds as you only become wetter with each touch. Removing your panties all the way off and tossing them aimlessly, he positions himself perfectly between your thighs, planting love bites on them before sloppily kissing your pussy. You arch your back as far as it can go, aching to feel every sensation. You feel him smirk against your pussy, getting a kick out of how good he makes you feel.

Licking softly from your slit and back up to your clit as an appetizer, he sucks on the area, resulting in a squeal from you. He sucks on your pussy as though he hadn’t eaten all day. You’re pretty positive if it was possible to leave hickeys on a clit, you’d have a ton.

“Fuck,” you hiss, throwing your head back and grabbing the sheets in desperation. He looks up at you, slow and loving catlike blinks and admiration all over him. It’s something about the way he looks into your eyes as he tastes you that screams “I see right through you.”

“I’m coming,” you manage—barely a whisper. He can feel your pussy start to contract against his mouth and he gives his all to you as you ride out your orgasm against his face. It glistens with your arousal and this sight alone tips you over.

You gasp breathlessly as you come, stomach and chest heaving up and down. You have no control over your legs as they quiver uncontrollably. “Oh my fuck,” Is all you can say as your body is still coming off of the serious convulsion you just had. Teasingly, he begins rubbing the extremely sensitive area at quick speed, knowing how insane it drives you. You push him back weakly and groan, overwhelmed at the sudden touch. What a sneaky, little fucking tease, you think.

He rises up, giggling and hovering over you, leaning down to kiss you lovingly. “You always make such pretty noises for me.”

You wrap your arms lazily over his neck and pull him down for another kiss, forgetting all about the fact that you’re supposed to be going out tonight. Oh well. This is way better anyway.

And there’s the end of that! As you all can see I have a lot of love for the character Shuntaro Chishiya, as I do a lot of characters. But I just recently finished season 2 of Alice in borderland and it’s literally impossible for me to fall anymore in love with his character than I already am. I’m into a lot of different fandoms so expect all kinds of material on this blog! No one trick pony ish on this side. I do it all. I appreciate the read. Leave a like if you found this smut smutty enough for your taste. And leave a comment on anything I can improve! -Ash

Heyyyy luvs just popping in to let y'all know that my requests are open! I would love to see what you guys are interested in me writing. I'm not shy about what I write so hit me with your best shot! - Ash <3

In the meantime, here's a cute pic of Nijirô 😩🤍(I love himmmmmm). ~~~~

Take It Off

Chishiya x female reader

⭐️Summary: You’re in the middle of getting dressed for your evening out with your friends when Chishiya spots your outfit choice (or lack thereof) and isn’t too happy about it…

Fresh out of the shower, you grab your favorite body oil and begin to graciously rub it into your skin, giving your body a luminous and soft appearance.

A couple of your close friends since college, have invited you out to a hookah lounge for the first time and you can’t even contain your excitement at the invitation.

Plus — now you have an excuse to wear the explicit dress you recently purchased. It’s out of your comfort zone and you don’t typically wear revealing things if your boyfriend isn’t with you, but what’s the worst that can happen?

You apply your deodorant and perfume and then head for your shared room with Chishiya.

Standing in front of your full-body mirror, you slide your stretchy dress on, your body fitting into it like a glove. You feel confident in your skin as you look at yourself with a smile.

You spot Chishiya staring at you in the reflection and immediately get shy. That sly and sneaky cat. You didn’t even hear his footsteps yet there he is in the doorframe; seemingly out of thin air.

You turn to him timidly. “Do I look pretty?”

He leans against the doorframe, a mix of contradicting expressions on his face: is it distaste? Disgust? Anger? Or lust?

“You look edible,” he says finally after what seemed like a millennium of studying you.

“Thank you, baby,” you respond — not without a strong flush to your cheeks. “It’s not too much though, right?”

“It’s not enough,” he replies simply and possessively.

Your face scrunches up at the hasty and mean reply. Huh?

“What do you mean? You said you like it—“

“Stop it,” he snaps, his tone darker. “You know exactly what I mean. I’ll rip the eyeballs out of any man's sockets who see you in that. And I mean it.”

It’s nearly impossible to restrict yourself from giggling and smirking when you catch on to what’s going on: his protective instincts are showing.

You decide to mess with him a little to egg him on. “Well…I suppose you better bring your A-game, Shun. That’s gonna be a lot of eyeballs by the end of the night.”

He damn near hisses in impatience at your smart-mouth reply, but manages to stay cool. “Yeah. That’s funny and all. Take it off.”

He’s about to turn back out the door and leave, thinking he’s made himself crystal clear, but you decide to test the waters. Play around with him a little bit.

“Stop fucking telling me what to do.” Just as soon as you say it, you feel bad for cussing at him, watching him turn dead in place. But the slightly sadistic side of you can’t resist. Chishiya is a really good and down-to-earth boyfriend to you; he’s not overly jealous, he respects you and loves you and he’s not a controlling man despite what one may think because of the current situation. There are just some things he doesn’t particularly care for. Some things he just won't let fly if he can help it.

He begins to walk up to you and you tense up, the tension and anticipation exhilarating to you. You’re sick with yourself at how much pleasure you derive from setting this man off. You know it’s not healthy. But you also know how to balance your bad cravings well.

He chuckles and gently but authoritatively wraps his warm hand around your neck, as he stares at you. Without a waver or shake in his eyes he says, “Take it off and change…or you won’t like me when I force it off you.”

He lets go of your neck, his hard and stony gaze the same as he waits for you to obey him.

The harsh thumping and throbbing in your pussy is overwhelming as the room shifts into a more dark and risky atmosphere. The idea of playing with fire arouses you beyond measure. It is just simply intoxicating.

“I’ll. Do. What. I. Want,” you enunciate every word sharply, popping your t’s at the end. The mixture of being terrified and turned on is manic. Outright hysteria. But once you’ve taken flight, there’s no landing that plane — not anytime soon.

His eyebrow raises, a scarily calm and accepting look on his face. For a second there, your bratty and defiant little attitude falters at the surprising reaction. Hm. What’s he playing at?

“You sure about that?” He asks, giving you one final opportunity to fix yourself. When you stare at him defiantly, he takes this as your answer.

“Okay,” he says, shrugging as he walks out the bedroom door and leaves you there. Dazed and confused.

Slightly upset and dispirited, you sigh and walk out after him to apologize. Maybe you’ve struck a nerve this time. This thought alone results in you feeling guilty.

“Chish—”

Like magic, he grips you up by your throat with more force this time as he pushes you back into the room. His hold on you is firm as if you weigh pennies to nothing.

Of course, you gasp at the unforeseen action, your stomach dropping to the floor in fear and excitement.

“You still got this string of fabric you call a “dress” on?” The depth and vibrato of his voice tickle the back of your throat as he’s practically talking into your mouth. You can’t help but leave it agape in this predicament which is the thief of every attempt at breathing.

“I…I was just coming to apologize first, Chi—”

“I told you to undress,” he reiterates, eyes so sharp and precise they can cut fruit. “That should have been your priority. Not apologizing.”

“You’re right.” You whimper, adrenaline blazing through you like a big ball of lightning. “I’m sorry — I’ll take it off now baby.”

You stifle out a breath when he pushes you onto the bed, the gravity and force of the shove causing you to bounce up on your bottom.

“Be quiet, y/n,” he seethes, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. “I don’t want to hear a peep from you.”

Your body turns against you, a quivering and helpless mess. You have no idea what he’s gonna do to you.

“On your hands and knees. Ass up. Now.”

You don’t waste any time, your body moves quicker than your mind can even process. “Okay.”

“I thought I said to be quiet you hardheaded brat,” he reminds you sternly, the insult making you wet between the thighs. “Don’t move.”

You slouch down on your elbows, seemingly forgetting just that quickly you’re not supposed to. A harsh and unexpected blow to your left ass cheek jolts you back up on your hands. Your eyes widen and you hold your mouth open in shock. You almost piss yourself at the loud and painful slap, making it hard to be quiet.

“Hold your fucking position.” Still recovering from the first smack to your ass, two more replace what was once vanishing pain.

Three more blows are inflicted on the same cheek without mercy, making it hard for you to breathe let alone keep the position. Even though it hurts and stings like hell, it also turns you on so much and makes you a hot, wet mess.

He grabs you by your waist and forces you to sit back up. You cry out when he doesn’t even let a second go by before assaulting both your cheeks with six more hard smacks this time.

“No noises either.” Eight more blunt and relentless whacks against your behind. You fight back whimpers and yelps at every hit, knowing your ass is raw and sore.

He rewards you well for taking the hits obediently—sliding your dress up and over your head to rub your arched back and ass.

“You did a good job.” He gets down on his knees behind you, grabbing both of your tender and sensitive cheeks to place wet kisses on them. “You smell nice, sweet girl.”

The wetness from his lips burns the freshly delicate skin on your bum, but also tingles soothingly.

A moan of relief mixed with fatigue struggles its way out of you. Still unsure if you can make noises though, you bite your bottom lip as if to seal it shut.

Chishiya bites your thighs benevolently, indicating he’s now merciful. He proceeds to kiss, suck, and lick up your thighs, his mouth and tongue getting dangerously close to your pussy lips each time.

You quiver uncontrollably, panting desperately. The teasing and nibbling are satisfying and sweet. You yearn for more though as he continues.

“I can’t,” you croak, barely able to hold yourself up on your forearms any longer. Your arousal begins to leak down your thighs, signaling to Chishiya the torture of not being touched has successfully reached its prime. He likes the sight of your juicy thighs shaking, knowing his torture tactics mess you up.

He grins darkly, getting off on making you wait — making the build-up to the wreck in which he intends to make you unbearably suffocating.

A taunting but loving smack to your thigh is felt, making you flinch and sigh in agony. Chishiya then turns you over on your back as he remains on the floor on his knees.

“You did well, yeah?” He places your leg over his shoulder and slowly, covering every area of your pulsating opening licks you there with a flat, wide, and sopping wet tongue. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me the first time.”

An indescribable feeling pours itself into you, your eyes rolling involuntarily to the back of your head violently. You arch your back to a perfect curvature, pussy propped up against his mouth.

Messing around with Chishiya is no joke. This man knows how to completely and utterly fuck you up.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, attempting to stay still as he places about ten more soft and deliberately long licks against you. Your attempt fails though, each drawn-out swipe of his dexterous tongue applying more pressure on your delicate area. At this point, you’re nearly wheezing from a jumble of overwhelming sensations and emotions.

“I believe you,” he replies, that warmness in his voice finally returning. He kisses your pussy with lewd and wet kisses that make it hard for you to even get a sound out let alone a breath. This man is the thief of the oxygen that supply’s your body.

He brings himself to his feet, stamina impeccable from having previously been on his knees. The rock-hard print in his pants in front of you makes your current ache throb with intensity.

You watch him as he unties his joggers, a submissive look in your sleepy eyes.

This time, both your legs are placed securely on his sturdy and supportive shoulders. He smacks your thighs again and then squeezes the plush, soft spots while sliding inside of you. It’s almost scary how insanely perfect his member fits into you; like a puzzle piece. Almost as though your pussy was made to be his specifically.

Your eyes roll back again, back arching while you bring your hands up to your breasts. The girth and warmth fill you up entirely, making your whole body hot. He feels even better than he usually does, buried deep inside of you.

Chishiya groans ecstatically, throwing his head back as he fucks you slowly at the edge of the bed. He grabs both of your legs on either side of his head like the handles on a rollercoaster and begins to pound into you with intention and pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he compliments you, now placing one of your legs back hanging off the bed. He grabs onto your leg that’s still up with both arms and pushes even harder into you, working his hips to hit every inch of your opening. He grips your thigh tightly, fucking you with no mercy now.

Tears threaten your eyes at how good everything he’s doing to you feels. Against your will, the floodgates let loose and you begin to sob and whine, unable to take in the level of intensity of the pleasures you’re experiencing.

Chishiya quickly notices your overwhelm and sets down your other leg, climbing on top of you for closeness and comfort. He re-enters you at a gentle speed in the beginning before speeding back up to reach that amazing momentum again.

You wrap your legs around him, the closeness offering an even greater amount of access into the spongy and soft part of your dripping wet pussy. You bring him close to you, the warmness and his fresh scent calming your overstimulation. You breathe him in deeply as he rides you out.

He continues to breathe deeply next to your ear a delicious moan every so often. Between that and the sounds of your wet pussy being severely pounded, is so dirty yet gratifying. You edge closer to your release and claw at his back, nails digging crescents into it. You start to squirt all over him, his dick persistently hitting the spot that sends you over.

“Holy fuck,” Chishiya sputters, seeming to be just as a mess as you. The sweat on his temples causes strands of his jet-black hair to stick to his forehead. The visual is so striking and sexy to you. “Look at you. Look at how you squirt for me.”

Purposely, you squeeze your walls, tightening his length inside, fucking him back. You see the look in his eyes darken when he starts to feel the gesture. A look of desire and pride at you taking initiative.

“Shit, that’s good y/n,” he tells you, his face glistening a pretty glow. That's what good pussy will do to a man that deserves it.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging it lightly to kiss him. You feel your orgasm coming, but you don’t break from the kiss, holding him in place as he strikes that spot for you.

You come before him, mouth froze in place with no sound escaping it until you start to gasp harshly and powerlessly. You’re almost on the brink of tears again.

About six more thrusts after you, Chishiya comes also, his body nearly convulsing.

You’ve never seen his eyes roll back, but the captivating image leaves you wanting to fuck him all over again. Just to see it again.

He strains his voice, his deep and guttural groans sending a vibration through your tingling tummy. Watching him orgasm is one of the best parts of fucking him.

He looks down at your face which is still red and sprinkled with sweat. A look of disbelief and supreme fulfillment on his features.

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” he says panting in between words. Sex like that will leave you wondering how it's even possible to feel that good.

You can barely move, the sensitivity of every part of your cells and nerves paralyzing you.

“I fucking love you,” you say, looking up at him, searching his hazy and tired eyes. He smirks cheekily and without taking his dick out of you, flips you over on top of him. Even after all of that he still manages to have some energy.

You sit resting on top of him, eyes never leaving his. Good dick and good love will make a woman crazy over her man. It’s insane.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” he reciprocates. You feel his dick twitch inside of you when you smile at him and lean down to kiss him.

Your phone rings and you and Chishiya both share a knowing smirk before you answer it.

“Girl! Where the hell are you? We’ve been at this lounge for damn near an hour now,” your friend barks over the phone. You try not to laugh as you hold eye contact with Chishiya before replying.

“Sorry love. I’ll be there a little late. Wait up for me, okay?” You hang up before she can say anything and sit your phone down, thinking of what you’re going to wear now.

“So…” you start, raising a brow at him suggestively. “Jeans? Can’t go wrong with those, yeah?”

He nods, chuckling at you. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

Heyyyyy y’all! This one is suuuper long, it took me forever to write omg. But I literally love it, like!!!! I’m a sucker for some good smut, YALL its crazy. And to be honest with you all, I’m all for wearing whatever you want when you go somewhere. Just put the damn clothes on dang! But the idea of being punished for trying to dress a little revealing sounds just… mouthwatering — if its Chishiya telling you to take it off though. Eff the others lol. It’s funny because I actually ordered a dress similar to the one above and that’s kinda what motivated me to write this! The ways in which we find inspiration is inspirational within itself! Thanks for the read. I poured my SOUL into this one. — Ash <3

Headcanon Ahead:

How the men of AIB would react to your butt getting bigger~

AHHHHHH! I’m so excited y’all. My first headcanon ever. I honestly feel pretty okay with this one. I feel like I captured the personality’s and mannerisms/behaviors of the characters pretty spot on. Especially with it being something that they’d never do in the show. We can only fantasize. Sigh. I hope y’all like it! No. I hope y’all love it and enjoy it as much as I did writing it. <3

Chishiya🤍: Chishiya is very observant; paying very close attention to detail, as we know. I say this to say, he’d notice the increase in size of your cute butt with pride that he’s apart of the reason that it’s gotten chunkier. He might even slip in a couple of smug and prideful jokes/compliments about it. Of course not without an amused little smirk on his face.

Arisu💙: Aw - our sweet and innocent ✨Arisu✨ He will shower you with tons of compliments - apologizing in between them so as to not come off as creepy or like he’s oversexualizing you. He’ll ask sweetly for your permission to touch and squeeze it lovingly(because consent is sexy), comparing the squish and softness to that of a cloud.

Aguni🖤: When it comes to Aguni, you would do something playful like walking in front of him, but purposely dragging your wagon agonizingly slow against his manhood. The action will send one of his eyebrows quirking upward to insinuate he’s willing to accept the challenge. All he will say is “oh?” As he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his sturdy upper body.

Niragi❤️‍🩹(I have an extreme, severely conflicted myriad of emotions about this man): You’ll walk past him/in front of him, butt appearing to have a bouncier jiggle to it when you do so. And of course, Niragi being the lust filled man that he is won’t be able to resist or control his arousal at the sight of it. He’ll pull you away into a dark and private place(or out in the open. He doesn’t give a rats ass), heavy breathing as he takes two firm handfuls of your ass. He’ll drop down to his knees, your body pressed up against a wall as he bites your bottom, softly but with purpose and hunger evident in each lovebite.

Welcome to my page! This was so fun to write, I just got lost into each scenario as I did. Imagining each one was too fun and cute. Let me know which is your favorite and if you feel like this is how these characters would respond in this situation 😏

I don't even wanna slut this man out. I wanna cuddle him all day and give him forehead kisses bihh he looks so sweetandpure(I can still slut him tf out though tbh) his lips are so fuckin kyoooootttt liek stop

ARISU 😍😚 *intense lip biting and behind the ear hair tucking*