Tokyo Ghoul X reader OneShots

Tolerable | Tsukiyama Shuu

A/N: WARNING THIS IS A SMUT CHAPTER. THERE IS NOTHING INNOCENT ABOUT THIS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS (it's period sex so if you're uncomfortable with that, please skip this one shot). There is COARSE LANGUAGE, mentions of SCARS and stretch marks in this. Also, this one has a FEM!HUMAN!Reader in it! It's my first actual smut one shot so don't expect too much from my unexperienced ass. Stay safe and use condoms ya'll.

This was requested by: @_DhangerDhaddy_  , you better enjoy you fucking sinner. 

You propped your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, satisfied that the pain killers had finally started to work, although the pain was still there, just a bit more tolerable. You hated getting your periods with a passion, but life was life, and life was a fucking bitch. The only thing that usually cheered you up during shark week was your boyfriend, Shuu, but he had some business stuff to attend today meaning you had to deal with cramps, cravings and soreness all by yourself. Like you said, life's a bitch.

You mindlessly flipped through the channels on the TV, wondering just when Shuu would be back, or if he would  be back today. You hoped so. You really needed someone to brighten up your (crimson) day.

Hearing the door to your apartment open and close, you smiled brightly. "Hey, Shuu!"

"Bonjour, mi amore!" The man called back, although he didn't instantly show up in the living room. His trip to you took a few more seconds, leaving you puzzled as to why he'd hesitate at the door today.

Once he did appear in your field of view, however, he had a grin plastered on his face. "You surely smell good today." He said, eyeing you up and down a few times before his intense gaze went back to your eyes.

"That's maybe because I'm on my period." You sassily said, turning back to the TV. "Might smell good to you, but it's still an intolerable pain to me."

Shuu's lips fell at your words. "I'm sorry, chère. Is there anything I can do?" He asked, walking over to tug you out of your comfortable position on the couch and onto your feet. "Anything at all?" He questioned, a slight tinge of... Something else in his voice.

"For one, you didn't need to pull me out of my comfortable position on the couch." You retorted.

"Aren't you moody this time around?" Shuu teased, hands leaving your own to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck, taking a deep breath to inhale your scent. "I think I know what would help you out." He hummed before his lips kissed your jugular.

Getting a hint of what he was saying, you furrowed your eyebrows. "I'm on my period, Shuu."

Tsukiyama pulled away from you to give you the most filthy glance you had seen on his face in a good while. He did a once over of your body before his eyes landed on your lips. "Do you really think that's a bad thing?" He asked, subconsciously licking his own lips before his gaze went back to your eyes, a glint of lust shining in them.

"I promise I'll be good." He breathed before leaning forwards and crashing his lips on yours in a heated kiss. You slightly jumped at the intesnsity. Usually, Shuu was a passionate, gentle lover. He would take his sweet time with you and make sure to take things slowly. This lustful side of him was completely new, but you weren't complaining. You probably had your period to (thank) blame.

The man in front of you did not waste any time to pick you up by the thighs and lift you up, lips still moving feverishly against yours. You had no idea how he could still navigate through the house, but you weren't about to interrupt your kissing to ask him.

Once you were in what you assumed was your bedroom, Shuu dropped you on your bed, causing you to yelp when your back hit the soft mattress. The man above you simply chuckled before leaning over you and trailing open mouthed kisses on your jaw, and down the side of your neck. Once he arrived at the bottom of your throat, he pressed his tongue flat against it before dragging it up to your chin, humming in pleasure.