Senran Kagura Girls X Male Reader Scenarios

Riding The Bike -Tsubame- (Lemon)

Tsubame leaned against her motorcycle, waiting for her husband, Y/N. She had gotten lost, and used all the gas in her motorcycle trying to get home. She had called him about ten minutes ago, and gave him the name of the street she was on.

While she waited, she thought back to the days before then, then remembered that there was only a few days left of their honeymoon. 'He hasn't laid a finger on me...' She thought to herself, before something clicked in her head. 'It's because I'm short, isn't it?' Her hands tightened on her skirt, and she got a determined look in her eyes. 'Fine, then. I'll just have him ravage me...' As the thoughts ran through her head, her face got redder and redder.

The roar of a familiar engine alerted Tsubame, and she smiled as Y/N pulled up next to her. "Hey, Tsu. I got the jerry can." He told her, dismounting his own motorcycle, then grabbing said jerry can. "Thanks, babe. Though, I thought there was something a little off about my mph meter..." She replied, bending over to feign inspecting the meter. As a result, Y/N got a view he appreciated from behind, One he wouldn't forget for a long time.

"Well... let's get this puppy fueled up, and take'r back home." Y/N said, popping open the gas tank. Attaching the funnel, he poured the gas in, then felt a nice feeling on his arm. Looking to his side, Tsubame stood there, with his bicep in her cleavage. He cleared his throat, then set the jerry can on the floor.

He turned to Tsubame, and lifted her chin. She blushed up at him, and closed her eyes expectantly. He leaned down, and connected their lips. They stayed connected for a minute or two, then pulled away. "You're standing on your tiptoes." Y/N teased. "Shut up..." She whispered, nuzzling his chest. Y/N chuckled, and pet her head. "Alright, we can't stay out here forever. Come on." Y/N said, reattaching the jerry can to his motorcycle. Tsubame pouted, but got on her motorcycle.

-Twenty Minutes Later-

The couple parked their bikes in the garage of their home, then began taking off their gear. Tsubame glanced back at Y/N, and took a deep breath. She snuck up behind him, then wrapped her arms around his stomach. "Tsu? Is something wrong?" He asked. She detached herself from him, then walked over to his bike. She sat on the seat, and slowly spread her legs. "I've waited for so long..." She whispered, then beckoned him over with her finger.

He walked over to her, and ran his along her sides, which were exposed now that she had taken off her jacket. He lowered one of his hands to her thigh, and caressed the sensitive inner area near her womanhood, while his other hand latched onto her right breast. She moaned quietly, and bit her finger to keep her voice in. "Y/N... I love you... so much..." She whispered, then unclipped her bra. She shrugged it off of her shoulders, then put one arm underneath the two mounds of flesh, presenting them proudly to Y/N.

Y/N tweaked her nipple, then rubbed her opening making gasp, and clamp her thighs on his hand. "Y/N...!" She whisper shouted, looking up at him. "P-Please, suck on them..." She requested. Y/N raised a brow, questioning her sudden change of attitude. "I-It'd be g-good practice for when we have a b-b-baby..." She retorted, still trying to sound tough. Y/N smirked, then nipped one of her nipples, which made her squeak. After nibbling for a little bit, he began sucking, which made Tsubame moan quietly, and stroke his head.

Detaching from her breast, he slid her leotard bottom down her legs, then kneeled in front of her. "Don't l-look at it s-so closely..." She mumbled, then moaned loudly when she felt Y/N's tongue run up her entrance. Her hands held his head, and he wrapped his own arms around her waist, pushing his face deeper into the gap of her legs. He licked and nipped at the walls of her womanhood, and she felt herself cum, crying out in pleasure.

Y/N stood and picked her up, then sat on the seat, with her in his lap. She looked up at him, then cupped the bulge in his pants with her hand. Carefully maneuvering the pants off of his person, he tossed them aside, then poked her entrance with his member. He pushed her down, laying her across the bike's spine. He used the handlebar to support himself, and he slowly slid himself inside of Tsubame. Gently braking her barrier, he pushed all the way inside, until he poked the entrance of her womb. Tsubame's eyes watered, with both tears of pain, and joy.

"Don't be gentle... ravage me..." She purred, to which Y/N complied. He thrusted harshly inside of her, which took her by surprise, but she liked the feeling. "Just like that! More!" She begged, putting her hand on his, which still gripped the handlebars of his bike. "Prepare yourself!" Y/N growled, and started thrusting in and out of her walls. She screamed in pleasure and felt her hand tighten against Y/N's, which made him accidentally rev his bike. The bike roared to life, and made Tsubame involuntarily gyrations on Y/N's phallus. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes glazed over with lust. The thick black hair ties loosened from the constant vibrations, and they slid off, letting her hair flow freely.

Y/N turned the bike off, which made Tsubame complain. She was hushed when he picked her up again, taking her over to the workbench. He bent her over it, the coarse wood sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Y/N pushed himself back inside of her, then rammed all the way in. Tsubame rested her head on her arms, rocking back and forth against the workbench, her mind completely void of thought. Y/N slapped her butt, bringing her back to reality. She squealed in delight, then used her hands to spread her entrance open wider. "Ahn! Yes! I love how rough you are! Mess me up!" She screamed. Y/N thrusted harshly three more times, then flooded her womb with his seed. Tsubame's eyes rolled into the back of her head, but she popped back to her senses once it was over.

Both parties breathed heavily, and Y/N used Tsubame's soft body as a cushion. "Y/N... that was amazing..." She whispered, still panting. "If I get pregnant, maybe we'll have a kid that's nice... and short..." She mumbled, as Y/N withdrew from inside her. She pushed him to sit on his motorcycle, then cleaned off his phallus, sucking and licking leftover semen. Y/N gave her another load in the process, and she could feel it slide down her throat. She kissed the tip after, then was lifted up bridal style by Y/N. She snuggled closer to him, their act of pleasure suddenly exhausting her. Y/N carried her up to their room, and laid her on the bed, then covered them both with the blanket. Taking her into the spooning position, he rested his chin on her head, and closed his eyes.