Then slowly taking the now sparkly clean mask off. Or closing his eyes to really let him enjoy it to the fullest- They couldn’t tell. He must be watching them thoroughly through said mask, eyeing every soft movement they do. A low chuckle signaling them his consent, so they are allowed to touch and clean it, not hesitating to do so. They’re stopping before laying a hand on the mask, though. The killer letting them gently clean him, he does kind of like it. Hesitantly, the survivor went to wipe the red liquid off of the tall man’s beautifully crafted armor and defined muscles. The survivors giving him quite a challenge this time. Head leaning down, greeting them as well. They greeted him with a smile, telling him “Welcome back!”. He came out of the trial, loud footsteps nearing the kneeling survivor. Despite my best efforts to stay quiet, soft moans escape my throat and it’s hard to hold them back anymore, cuz he feels just so good The sheer power in his thighs and all of his muscles together could easily break his partner if he loses control. Not as much as he’d like to, but he doesn’t want to break his lover so soon. Letting his member glide in and out of me.Īs soon as he’s sure of and has permission for, he begins to be a little rougher. After a short moment of pause, he bucks his hips again. He knows exactly where to touch, hold or rub to get me all putty and worked up on him, letting out a silent squeak. Almost overwhelming me of attention once again. His big hands engulfing my body, caressing the sensitive spots, those clawed fingers playing with my soft skin and nips. And ofc, I want to satisfy him as well and start riding again.īut then he holds me down on him by my hips again. Still feeling his thick ‘Kanabo’ inside me twitching of need. Maybe two or three times and he’s already got me holding in a squeaky moan, bringing me on my high which usually takes much longer. While I’m shivering from feeling so full and so good- Getting even more shivers by him making quick and small thrusts, hitting that good spot. His groaning long and rumbling- as much as he wants to ram his ‘Kanabo’ in and out of me, to get that sweet release, he takes the time to appreciate the little belly bulge he’s giving me. His big clawed hands get ahold of my hips to push me down on him, slowly and taking note of my face and noises to stop if I got to take a moment. I occasionally feel his hips buck cuz god he can’t keep still much longer. Trying to lure out those low moans, rubbing his sensitive spot on the base of his horns, kissing and biting him, to drown out my own noises. Taking my damn time to adjust and tease /edge him a little, lookin at him cheekily until he finally loses his cool-ĭamn and he would totes try to be so gentle with me and not move too much or fast but he be STRUGGLIN I wanna try and take the lead and ride him, grasping on his horns tight cuz oh god he’s so BIG. Mind you, this is just some rambling and I haven’t actually spell checked or anything, so there will be mistakes, but I’m not a writer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni) x Reader (N//S//F//W) Ok so I may have rambled in the Oni server again about some INTERESTING thoughts about Kazan and decided to share em here.
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