summary: collection of angsty oneshots surrounding being fwb with obanai when both parties harbor feelings for someone else
genre: smut (18+)
warnings:thigh riding, dirty talk, choking
pairing: iguro × black!fem oc / reader
his voice calmly announced himself with the door shut behind him, catching her ear as well as her eager intentions.
“hey.” he’d started to ask how she was for the sake of formal greetings, but was quickly thrown a plump thigh to squeeze around his side, and a slow, soft graze of teeth to his ear that preceded her breathy ‘hey’ back– both of which had him hissing through his teeth.
he’s quickly aware of how the depth of his growl failed to hide his appreciation.
"nnm shit…“
"who are you trying to sound sexy for?” she laughed, following his murmured instruction to hop on him, so he could carry her in full air straddle. he was exceptionally strong for his stature– jade could remember even the first time that he displayed what his slender muscle could do; it never hurt when she was needy to play in the sheets. something suggested to her that obanai could tell, given how he responded with a tight squeeze to her underthighs.
“you choose now to ask ridiculous questions– you lept on me and nipped my ear two seconds in the door, what do you expect from me,” he carried her easily to her bedroom, humming amusement at how she squealed when he threw her onto the sheets. her body was– for the most part –on display for him already, with his friend in nothing aside from white hipster panties and a black tee she’d apparently gotten a little scissor happy with cropping. it was a sight he could heartily appreciate, for the view it graced him with. black cotton was fringing and breezed over brown skin, only reaching just below her areola, barely granting him the sight of those two fetching little mounds resting atop her chest… and a lacy pattern accentuated the plentiful curve of her hips where she lay on her back awaiting him. there had never been difficulty at all with her getting him hard, especially when she would worry her index finger in her teeth, giving him sultry and expectant looks above a body blessed for sin.
like she did now.
“what has he done now to get you like this,” his cool, deep voice mused, coated in a pleased shade of awe.
“say what?” jade gawked in theatrical surprise, “you wanna hear about giyuu all of a sudden?”
she had her answer swiftly: it was a viperous 'no’, given not from anything he said, but from every consequent move obanai made from the second she dared to tease with mention of the swim star, starting from how his face lost all of the growing fondness that was there not a second earlier.
his hands instantly grew vicious. if she couldn’t tell from the one that gripped her ankle to rest at his shoulder, jade could damn well be sure it with how the other clasped the vice grip that he did on her neck.
“don’t–” he grunted, snatching her down to the end of the bed, until the curve of her ass pressed flush against his groin, “–dare say that illiterate’s worthless name to me.”
both of their hearts belonged to another.
it was made no secret between them–obanai’s harbored feelings for mitsuri, and jade’s pining over giyuu. but the two confided their hidden wants only to the other, barring iguro’s truly painful obviousness of his swooning. neither of them possessed the self-esteem to come clean to their respective would-be’s. obanai was too mute and bashful, rather choosing to drown in self-sanctioned unrequited feelings for his hesitancy. jade resigned herself for her too-clear differences with the object of her desires. while introverts were quite naturally drawn to her, giyuu was far too much a male of focus. she had accepted being little more than an extra lump in the formless mass that lay out of the man’s tunnel vision… and done so long ago.
the two of them, however, were drawn to each other as poles of a magnet, opposite yet amiable in being so. they were both outliers of the norm in their own respect, obanai from his silence and appearance, jade
being a sore thumb as a foreign, black, american student in their university.
it worked well in their favor, from the play out of college courses. from the first partnered project she had eased over to his seat to form a pair of the two of them, they remained so unto present.
“you must have known no one would have an interest in partnering with me,” she could recall him reminiscing some time later. the way he displayed his humor was so dry, but the most faint tuck of his inner cheek was his smile whenever he was being playful. it tickled her.
“i knew you wouldn’t get up and ask anybody, so i asked you. you act like you’re the one that came up winning from it,” she laughed, “i got the come up—- you’re the chemistry major, now i get A’s and you’re forced be polite and stay my friend outta decency.”
“not entirely,” he answered, tipping her phone down with his pen to inspect her test answers thusfar. he looked satisfied, quickly returning to his TA notes and tea, “i’ve come away with good company.”
she was just about to smile.
“i get some sumptuous cat every now and again, too. who could complain there.”
that sudden roughness wrenched a gasping moan from her, bringing her to curl her hips against the forming tent in his pants.
“okay…"
to her breathless reply, obanai gave a squeeze to her that made her arousal seep well through her panties. even with the rage he played up, he delivered nothing but the deepest sensation of eroticism through his touch, and knew just how to constrict her blood flow to make her head light. "that is nowhere near good enough,” he warned, petting her pulse with the pad of his thumb, “make it clear to me that you understand. now.”
“i’m sorry, o, i won’t… i won’t…” she swore. in her growing heat she canted her skull into the bed, making her neck arch further into his palm.
“you won’t what,” he pressed, teeth clenched. jade supposed he hammered a thrust against her center for further incentive, but it worked only to scramble her thoughts awry with how wet he was getting her.
“oh fuck..! i won’t say it, obanai! i won’t say his name..!"
he took his bitter time to mull over her sincerity to himself, indifferent to her squirming all the while. it looked to have been enough in the end– if barely. he only released his hold with a curt 'hmph’ and nothing more. she looked up to his heterochromatic stare, just in time to see the flippant way in which he brushed her ankle from his shoulder– insultingly, with a flick of the wrist and the backs of his knuckles.
every indicator of his displeasure was growing sexier… now, slow heaves moved his chest, swelling and re-swelling in indignation with each riled breath iguro took.
this was so different, and it aroused her heavily.
he made her want to beg.
jade let her fingers curl around his belt, timid and sheepish, a stark contrast to the vixen countenance she glared at him with. but even as she rose to her knees in front of him, obanai’s expression held its impenetrable annoyance– in fact, it now verged on contempt. had she not known him, she would have been worried at the possibility that he would turn and leave her there unsatisfied. but she knew the hate he felt wasn’t toward her. and, knowing him as well as she did, jade was well aware that iguro loathed the idea of abandoning tasks; he left nothing unfinished once started, even a favor of fucking. moreover, he was too morally-coded an individual to deny what she needed. especially when she asked him outright.
the same sultry lidding of her eyes met him nose to nose, jade’s lips parted and her breath gently warming his skin behind the cloth of his ever-present mask. soft, teasing kisses over it did nothing to sway him; his eyes were still distaste-hardened, keeping their glare on her, and he himself remained unmoved. though, to her delight, he did not stop her from showering her affections. and while his expression never changed from the same repulsed sneer, she could feel his hand snaking firmly up her thigh as she pulled the band free from his ear to unveil his mouth.
when she kissed him, his eyes did not close. the hand at her leg squeezed, but he kept that skeptical, condescending, mismatched stare on her as though doubting her sincerity still. even as he opened her mouth to deepen the kiss as he pleased, letting their tongues slowly collide, letting hers reacquaint itself with the metal stud in his, he radiated bitter ire.
the wet 'chut’s of their lips breaking away were making her clit pulse and weep. obanai and his nimble fingers appeared to know it, as if her pussy spoke to him directly, slowing their kisses and sucking her tongue to make them that much louder, that much more filthy. the way he ravished her mouth was intense enough to make her even more light-headed, and wet enough to leave their saliva connecting their mouths even when they had disconnected. just as he brought one index finger to ease the fullness of her bottom lip downward, jade could feel his other slipping past the hem of her underwear and hooking into the crotch, dragging the knuckle languidly down her heated flesh. her eyes fluttered and she knew her slick was coating it, directly where she had already dampened material in his grasp.
"what is this,” he asked, breaking her away from her pleasure. his touch slipped down the line of her throat to open her eyes, and she did– to the sight of him staring at her mouth as his licked his lips.
…so he liked her new lip gloss…
she gave him a faint answer of pineapple papaya, and he hummed, feigning very little intrigue. but the manner of his touch flipped on a switch, yanking the lace of her panties in a fist before he gave his next, low command, “give it to me.”
she surrendered her mouth to his in the next blink, sighing dizzied moans into iguro’s. he was possessed in having all of her taste, hiking her closer to him with handfulls of her ass that were over indulgent to say the least. jade’s mind continued floating away from her body, ascending to astral planes under the man’s skill, dying to be crushed under his weight and filled with what she felt straining against the mound of her cunt.
“sit,” he breathed, with their lips barely parted. drunk and floating, she obeyed to find her pussy flush to his thigh. when he’d slipped his leg onto the bed, she didn’t know. and how she hadn’t noticed just turned her on more. her mouth was eaten up in his while her mind was still scrambling from the contact, and she was reduced to a moaning puddle when his hands coaxed her hips to rock into his– using the smoothest of fluid motion and matching it with his waist. it was one of the things about his sex that could drive her insane, make her orgasms roll one into the other underneath him. especially when he did it to the rhythm of slow music she would sometimes put on when he was over. in the times where jade’s mind was less sex-fogged, she often mentioned to obanai how natural he would be at kompa and gouyad… he practically used them on her every time they were intimate.
the small, breathy grunts he left on her tongue snapped her out of her daze, and she broke their kiss with a whine.
“quit it..! you’re …gonna m- ake me cum..!”
“your point being?” he asked, callous and dry, “i’m well aware. and i’ll make you cum however i please,” he growled, lowering his mouth to cradle the bed of her breast in his tongue, speaking again when he’d glid a slithering lick to her nipple, “you told me you needed it.”
“it’s a dick appointment, you ass,” she breathed, just for him to shut her up again with his lips. she mewed, feeling her walls begin to flutter with him still guiding her to ride his thigh.
“that, you’ll get when i give it to you,” he answered, “i happen to feel like making you bust a few times before then. so you may as well cum now.”
god, and did she. obanai took painstaking measures to ensure she did– using every game-ending turn on of hers that he could implement right then. looking at her under sultry lashes, he rolled his lip into a bite for her to take in. one hand slid up her body, covered in pronounced veins running up to his arm that she found sexy as all hell, and gripped her shirt in a tight fist. with her pert bosom finally freed, he pulled her up by her top, bringing her ear to his mouth to give a dark and velvet purr, “behave like you want my dick and cum on me… I’ll give it to you until you shake.”
she was quivering then, sent into orgasm and feeling each shockwave strengthen from his voice.
“f..fffuck you…” she cursed through chattering teeth just before throwing her head back, moaning and clutching at his hair.
he always delivered when she asked. his shyness fell away for her pleasure’s sake. it was what he did for her. and when it was his needs being met, she did the same.
you could tell during sex that he was admiring your body when he slowed down. always, you could tell.
even if you had been on the brink of your orgasm, pussy about to soak him and strangle his dick with how hard it made you cum, he would stop dead in his tracks to salivate over your body.
he lived for your shape, the way your body was so ripe and full– plump, taught creases where your thighs met your sides from how far he bent you over. that round, plush ass he loved to see flatten against his pelvis every time he threw his hips into you. he’d been doing it before, fucking you with a patient passion that held a steady cadence of soft, wet claps filling the room. you sang the hell out of his name over them. he had to bite his lip, frowning deeply at the combination of seeing your ass rippling all the way up your tummy and back and down to your thighs each time he fucked his dick into you, and the feeling of that hot honey inside your pussy… the same that he wanted to stir up to drool over his cock, the same he wanted to taste all night with his devil-gifted tongue. your pussy could fucking kill him, he swears on everything. it’s so hot… that shit chokes his dick like he would not believe if he hadn’t felt it. that gushing wet, slick, creamy pussy that loved him so much that it wouldn’t let him go each time he pulled out, that sucked him back in no matter how he moved. you had cat that would start wars between nations and he knew it. he could only moan. o n l y m o a n, that pussy was so good. words couldn’t find him when he felt those walls start munching, when he could feel your cervix squishing kisses at the tip of his cockhead. those moans of his keep coming the weaker he gets, keep vibrating low in his chest, giving the bassline to your melody, to his rhythm now being bucked into you again. he watches his dick sink into you, disappearing deep into that golden brown flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own… and coming out glistening with your juice and your cream all over it, rolling down his sack and down the inside of your legs.
and when you fucking cum, when you convulse and scream out for him while that pussy eats him whole, when you make him lose his sight and make his ears ring from how hard you make him bust, deep deep in you… as far as he could go…
Warnings: 18+! recreational drug use, dry humping, dick teasing
Note: i couldn’t wait any longer to post this, the set up was taking too long for me to work out SO I GUESS ANOTHER INCONSECUTIVE FIC FOR Y’ALL
it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to “come here.”
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man’s cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy… hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy his company. damn him. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches the way his throat moves to let his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring.
“what for..?”
she doesn’t get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold onto her hip. she’s yanked into his lap without a word, shocked into bracing at his massive shoulders. god, his expression is the essence of sex. the next moment that registers, she sees how he’s slipped down lower on the couch… and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her– slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise… and to her irritation, the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. boy, what the fuck are you doing? …she means to ask him–to at least give translation through her glare if the words couldn’t come out (and they absolutely would not). he’s not moved at all. his eyes are boring right back into hers, hungry and aroused daggers piercing at her coyness, making her want to squirm even as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, and his hips have his cock so well aimed… in no time he’s slipped her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he sees every bit of the struggle on her face to not give in to or even reveal how fucking good he’s stimulating her… to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit so she won’t beg for him right there.
“that’s what for.” he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it– even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that’s right, princess… taste me on it til you’re high as a damn kite. “you’re annoying with all the stupid questions you ask.” his hands diligently slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem of his hoodie and he can squeeze the fat at their softest point. “but you fit so damned nicely here on me."
"fuck you.”
he breathes out a chuckle, “at least we’re on the same page, then.”
“oh, so that’s what you’re trying to get down to?”
“what else?” he asks, “and why not, i feel good. you’re sexy and you’re making me hard,” his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. “why not let me blow your mind while you’re here… and blow your back out while i’m at it.”
“you just swear you’ve got it like that, it’s so funny to me,” asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks up to her, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
“you’re sitting pretty on the best dick you’ll ever get in this life, princess. that’s a flamboyant guarantee.”
whether to his intended end or no, asia’s back arches and she pushes away from him. it props her up more on the muscled plane between his hips, offers an even more appetizing view of him beneath her… namely of the silvery formation of his happy trail that’s now exposed. his teasing her had found his shirt now inched up somewhat on his stomach. the tan hue of his skin peeping from under his expensive pink tee, dusted with glossy wisps of his chrome white hair and disappearing with his v-line into grey sweatpants all look good enough to lick like candy. her face says it blatantly, with her head now delightfully swimming. and she pulls even more smoke into her lungs. she’s already gotten a delightful high, enough to tickle her brain and make every shift and slip of his against her skin that much more pleasurable. her mind feels like it’s floating… but she wants more. asia is chasing after nirvana with how she smokes, fading her into a hazed cloud of euphoria. in her quest for it, she fails to pick up on tengen’s sudden triumph, glaring in arrant display on his face. he has wanted her in silence for years that had stretched into eons, now. asia’s playful banter and unforced ease with him was a favorite of his, and for the thrill of their chemistry alone, he allowed her to hide behind it for this long. but he was no fool when it came to this woman. uzui felt the wall that her roasting and teasing was, constructed to hide her equal and opposite desire for him–romantic or sexual.
smoke cascades from her mouth, and when he feels her palm brace at his chest, sees the way she edges the tip of her tongue along the ridge of her teeth, he decides to obliterate that goddamned wall to dust.
“you gonna give me an answer today, sweetheart? you can only keep up the act so long before it gets boring,” he notes with a pinch to her leg, “not to mention, you’re a shit actress.”
she feels her brow arching above his awaiting stare. both his high and his lust have tengen’s pupils blown. the bejeweled fuschia of his eyes now were stretched to a scant rim cloaking a field of black. their stare flickers slightly behind her, where he’d had a giant, gold trimmed mirror mounted in his living room for just such an occasion as this.
“that shit’s hitting you, isn’t it… you can’t even tell you’ve been biting your lip at me this whole time, can you.”
shit. she hadn’t had a clue. and seeing her release it, plump and shining, it gunned his cockiness to full throttle.
“mhmmm. and you’re blinking exceptionally slow, your eyes are starting to roll back cause you feel so shitting good…” it worked to tengen’s advantage. every time she gave those feline blinks, his eyes were back on their reflections. her waist tapered so gorgeously. it could even be seen through his grossly oversized hoodie on her. she looks so perfect in it… on him, her pillowy thighs framing his gapped legs, the swell of her hips poured over his, the curve of her ass perched so pretty above his crotch, “guess what, though. i can make it feel so much better, pretty girl. shit, the way i can take care of you… you’ll be on another planet. i’ll make you feel so fucking amazing,” he put his attractive, ring covered hands to work, pulling up the hem of silk until it was pooled just at the dip of her sides. “fuck…” he whispers, long and drawn, primal when he finally sees the black of her panties… and that perfect, soft dish of plush and round she’s got sitting on him from their reflections. he wagers at least five courses set out on his lap for him. uzui would tear his way through them all, and not stop until well after dessert. hell, that’s what he planned to start with.
“you sure the hell want to, don’t you,” asia drawls, clearly fucking with him, but making him touch her more, “it’s finally a side of you i like– look at god! how bout you just tell me how bad you want this, baby boy..?” she smiles, rolling her tongue between her lips. his dick is straining so hard that it’s aching– something he’d expect more if he were in denim– anything more restraining, really. but it speaks to how painfully erect she’d gotten him. and he has uncharacteristically muted his want of her so long that, honestly, he doesn’t see her proposition as such a terrible one.
“that’s a pretty subpar idea–not bad for you,” he answers, and then corrects. “the more flamboyant plan of action would be to show you, lady drab.”
“you motherf–"a benign punch to his chest punctuates, making him laugh. "are you serious!? really, you dipshit? la–”
“lady drab,” he says with her, and interrupts with a shit eating grin, “countess of dull fuckery in the land of blow-your-brains-out-boredom."
he’s already reached behind her, tracing down the line of her underwear at either ripe cheek of her bottom, hooking his fingers underneath them so he could draw the material of her panties back and up… back and up… in a slow, deliberate motion that gives her the most teasingly light stimulation… (that shuts her up, to his tickling) until he’s got the front of them pulled down enough that the slit of her little jewel comes into view before him. asia sees his how his brows lift, signaling his surprise. "i knew i had a minxy little firecracker. miss drab gets herself waxed..?”
“shut the hell up, tengen.”
he laughs. it’s a deep, sensual rumble, and paired with a more seductive smirk on his. the combination makes her clench around nothing, making her loins ache and burn. “you got it, princess.”
he shifts the two of them lower– only a temporary measure to lower his sweats without disturbing their position so much. it also gives him the excuse to press his fingertips into the ripe fat of her behind as he slid them back onto the sofa cushion, “gods, i’ve been dreaming about what your moans sound like.”
she doesn’t get to ask. he’s already positioned himself and plunged his cock into the snug barrier of her panties, opening those glistening petals for his sizeable length to drive between, coating it in her slick. the sensation was lethal. how warm it is, the stiffness of his manhood are already too much for asia. but the second she feels a vein brush past her clit, she is electrified in a total white out of her mind. her legs tense up, toes sprawled in stunned pleasure, by the time tengen grips her to keep her from falling over, she’s already shivering, fighting not to go completely dumb between squirms.
“ten, shittt!” she cries out, stretching the word into desperate sobs. it makes no sense for it to feel this amazing. uzui seems to revel in it. but he can’t mask his own pleasure, as his jaw is falling slack at the same time his throat bubbles out this sensual grunt. in the next second, though, his teeth are clamped as he takes in an elongated, sharp inhale from how divine her hot flesh is, how it’s drooling all over his hard cock. he eases in little by little, rocking back out with each inch he slips in, pressed between her juicy pussy. the desire to wet every surface of his cock drives him more than his conscious mind has the chance, and she provides abundant lubrication for every bit of him that he provides.
“babydoll… oh, sweetheart, asia, fuck!” his voice fails, from a melodic praise to a hot husk, it fans over her neck, “your pussy, baby, your fucking–little pussy… you’re soakingme,shit..! i told you didn’t i–”
with that same ardor, he pulls her down by the collar of his hoodie, biting his lip to emote to her not only how sensitive she was making him, but just how badly he wanted to possess her, down to the very cells of her blood. “i told you how good you were gonna fucking feel. all for me, pretty girl.” his dick slips in until he has no room left to move. both of them short circuit, gasping and twitching from the sparks ignited over their most sinful nerve endings. tengen leans up to sink his teeth into the sweetest and softest lip he has ever tasted, and watches asia’s punch drunk look as he teasingly draws it out in a nip. he decides he could fuck her like this until she was numb; his cocktip is pillowed at the cleft of her ass–luxurious and soft enough to have him leaking precum that stained her underwear. it made her even slicker for him, combining both their arousal so lewdly. “you’ve got my dick so fucking wet, princess,” he breathes into her skin. asia’s eyes haven’t come unclenched yet from whenever she’d shut them… she’s deaf to how her voice bleeds through the restraint to keep herself quiet. it makes his length kick against her, burrowing deeper into that warm hug of her rear. “i wanna make you cum until you cry for me to stop with that smart aleck mouth of yours babydoll,” sadistically he confides, drawing back to give a thrust that makes her squeak and cover her mouth, “just like this to start, huh? you want it..? how many times do you think we can go before you pass out…”
his head slams back against the couch, shoved there by the hair asia’s fisted at either side of his skull. it paints the most profane grin onto his face. and he looks dead in her eyes with it, sordidly envisioning what indecent, what tearful, abused expressions he would melt that smug little face into.
“your good-lookin’ ass talk too damn much.”
she’s popped on the ass with that remark, and the spliff is plucked from her teeth in a flash, just as she squeals from his touch. tengen has their noses touching just as quickly, the slap guilty palm now squeezing her face in a tender hold. pursing his lips on the joint, he locks gazes with her, sultry and dominant while he drags. a delicate pinch of his fingers pops her lips into an ‘o’, and he respires gently into her open mouth. asia catches on quicker than he expects, inhaling his smoke and breath without a moment’s waste. his cock stirs when she licks at her top lip, as though it is the most delicious of tastes.
“your sexy ass fucking loves it,” he mumbles, taking another deep draw into his lungs that makes her clit swell for him. and in his style, he squeezes her ass with the same, massive grip.
it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to ’’come here.’’
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man’s cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy… hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy his company. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring.
“what for..?”
she doesn’t get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold around her hip. she’s yanked into his lap without a word. the next moment that registers, she sees how he’s slipped down lower on the couch… and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her– slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise… and the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. what the fuck are you doing? …she means to ask him–to at least give translation of it through her glare if the words couldn’t come out (and they absolutely would not). he’s not moved at all. his eyes are boring into hers, hungry and aroused, making her want to squirm just as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit on him and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, his hips have his cock so well aimed… in no time he’s got her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he reads every bit of the struggle casting over her face to not give in to how fucking good he’s stimulating her… to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit, so she won’t beg for him right there.
’’that’s what for.’’ he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it– even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that’s right, princess… taste me on it til you’re high as a damn kite.’’you’re annoying with all the stupid questions you ask.’’ his hands slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem if his hoodie and he can squeeze at their softest point. ’’but you fit so damned nicely here on me.’’
“fuck you.”
he breathed out a chuckle,’’at least we’re on the same page.’’
“oh, so that’s what you’re trying to get down to?”
’’what else?’’he asked, ’’and why not, i feel good. you’re sexy and you’re making me hard,’’his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. ’’why not let me blow your mind while you’re here… and blow your back out while i’m at it.’’
“you just swear you’ve got it like that, it’s so funny to me,” asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
’’you’re sitting pretty on the best dick you’ll ever get in this life, princess. that’s a flamboyant guarantee.’’
Going back home after a night out, dizzy, no worries or inhibitions in your system, to sunder into your boyfriend’s bed, kiss his cheek and find his cock as he stirs awake and you masturbate him, making him harder and harder until he wakes fully up, and deadpan looks at you in the eyes: “You had fun, at the gathering,” he states sleepily but enjoying the attention his shaft is getting from your hand. You smile at him, because you both know he’s right, but the only thing you can think about right know is how must it feel good to sit on his girthy cock and ride him until you’re a panting mess.
“Yes,” you answer hastily, as you take off your clothes. “But my favourite part is just about to start,” you conclude as your lips clash together and it’s a matter of moments that you find yourself being split into, and your boyfriend drilling into your hole as if that was his life call.
Warnings:public sex, outdoor sex, rough sex, name calling, degrading, face fucking, hand riding, dirty talk, hate sex, humiliation, descriptions of masturbating, drooling, cum swallowing, breeding, creampies, possessive giyu, semi-forced breeding. I think that’s most of it
A/N:it’s been forever since I posted a fic ;—; I also need to desperately update my Masterlist so plz bear with me. I’m also hoping there are no major spelling errors lol, I’m typing fast when I write these. Also grammar? Don’t comment on it if it’s bad
Anyways here is some Giyu filth :)
Word count:4.2kexactly. Pretty proud of that
“You think you are so fucking clever, don’t you?” Your chest was squished into one of the exterior walls of the butterfly estate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tomioka.” You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his chest was pressed into your back pushing even further into the wall. “Stop playing stupid, you’ve been a little fucking whore all day.” You gasped, a smug smile creeping up your features. “What vulgar language! That’s no way to speak to a lady, Tomioka.”
You felt something hard pressing into your ass, butterflies turning into a frenzy when you realized it had totally worked. “You feel it? All because you want to go around teasing me in front of everyone. I mean really y/n, wearing a short little skirt? How fucking immature of you.” You snorted, wiggling your hips against this evident arousal. “Shameful isn’t it, Tomioka? The fact that you got so turned on by it? You say I’m immature for pulling such stunts…yet here you are trying to dry hump me like some bitch in heat.”
He groaned, the hands gripping your waist tightened significantly. “You know I’m right!” You laughed harshly, the throb between your legs was becoming more and more persistent. “Shut the fuck up.” He caught you off guard, hands flipping you over and slamming you back against the wall. He left no room between your bodies, one hand coming up to plant itself firmly over your lips. “I’m going to teach you how to fucking behave.” Your eyes widened a bit, smiling against his hand.
“Let’s discuss what you did today Hmm?” Giyu pressed you even further into the wall, the wood beginning to bite into your shoulders. The position was suffocated, with your body completely sandwiched between Giyu and the wall you couldn’t move. “Let’s start with what you chose to wear. You always go for uniform pants, yet today you chose a skirt. Not only did you choose a skirt, you hiked that skirt so far up that you were one gust of wind away from showing the world your pussy.” You stiffened, teeth clenching significantly.
“Though I bet you would have liked that, huh? Showing off your cunt like it’s a fine piece of jewelry. You’d let anyone stuff themselves in there and get their fill, wouldn’t you little whore?” You made a squealing noise, almost completely muffled by Giyu’s hand. Maybe you had taken things too far. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you feeling Shinazugawa up. Oh he was fucking eating it up too. Just watching you flaunt yourself around in front of him makes my fucking blood boil.” Your hands remained by your side, too awestruck to try and defy Giyu.
His free hand moved freely, drawing his hips back just enough that he could slip between the two of you. “Tell me, do you fantasize about Shinazugawa? I bet you’d let him fuck your cunt like the world was ending tomorrow. You’d let him fill you up over and over again with his cum. Maybe you’d even hope to carry his babies…” Giyu trailed off, hand still firmly placed over your mouth. You stared at him wide eyed, eagerly awaiting his next move. “How about Rengoku? You sure seemed friendly with him too. He likes to act so high and mighty, oh so innocent.” Giyu’s hand cupped your panty covered sex, groaning at the heat radiating from between your legs.
“You should have seen him, you barely left anything to the imagination. Even Tengen was eating you up, as if the bastard doesn’t have three wives to satisfy his needs.” The heel of Giyu’s palm began rubbing rough circles. Not really aiming for your clit, he just wanted to hear the slick noises you were already beginning to make. “Listen to that, what an attention whore. I bet you’d fucking strip naked and fuck yourself with your own fingers if they asked you too.” A harsh laugh left him as he felt your cunt contract and twitch, you were loving this. “You’re so fucked up.” The grin on his face was cold, palm digger deeper and making you yelp into his hand.
“You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” His voice had dropped an octave, his volume lowering with it. You nodded shamelessly, the idea of getting off in front of the other pillar men had you giddy. Especially since you knew it pissed Giyu off to no end. “Tell me…” he lifted his hand off your mouth. “What would you do? Describe it for me…” the hand that had been on your mouth hand lowered to your breast. “What I’d do? Y-you want me to describe how I’d fuck myself?” He nodded, squeezing the tender flesh and liking the way you stuttered. “And I’m the fucked up one…” you were breathless as he stopped palming you. Instead his hand moved to slip under the waistband of your panties, making contact with bare flesh.
“Oh~” you swallowed thickly, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. “I’d probably start with a strip tease, but only my top. I’d want them to see my bare breasts fall from my binding. See the way my nipples would harden from the cool air and my own hormones.” Two fingers slipped between slick folds, easily finding your clit and pinching. “Keep going, little slut. Be a good girl for me and continue.” Your eyes fluttered, cheeks growing hot as Giyu found a balance between rubbing and pinching your clit. “I’d play with my tits…In the way they wish they could. Squeezing them, pinching my own nipples, moaning their names…”
The idea of Tengen, Sanemi and Kyojuro watching you play with yourself had you clenching around nothing at all. “Keep going.” Giyu’s hips were restless, you could tell part of him wanted to abandon your breast and palm himself. So you did him a favor, hand tugging at his belt. “I’d tease myself until I was dripping…willing to grind on anything that would relieve the ache I felt.” You got the belt undone with the help of your other hand, to your surprise, Giyu allowed you to toss the material to the side. You didn’t hesitate shoving your hand under the waistband of his uniform pants, making contact with his throbbing cock. “You aren’t wearing…” he cut you off by pinching your clit harshly, earning a gasp.
“Continue.” You swallowed, hand struggling to pump him in the confines of his pants. “I-I need your opinion for this one…” you gasped as he moved quicker, fingers moving in perfect rhythm. “D-do you think it w-would be better to strip completely? O-or should I tease them by sp-spreading my legs and pushing my panties aside?” Giyu’s hand nearly stopped, a whine leaving your lips as you realized he was trying to visualize it. “I’d take them off, I’m sure they’d love to see your pretty, wet cunt on full display.” You nodded, eyes shutting as you realized you were nearing your end. He had barely done anything, how embarrassing.
“S-so I’d strip tease again, maybe bend all the w-way over and drag my panties down nice and s-slow.” Giyu could feel you twitch, you were close. “What would you do next?” He groaned softly as your hand tightened considerably around his length. He wished you’d just take a second and undo the button, letting them fall to his thighs and freeing his aching cock. But clearly he only had you occupied for a bit longer, so he could wait. “I-I’d sit down facing them, spread my legs wide and get comfortable.” You whined, your climax was almost in your reach. “T-then I’d start t-to tease myself.” Giyu smirked, “Go into detail or you won’t reach your orgasm.”
You gasped, “I’d start b-by dipping two fingers inside…just to get them nice and slick.” You couldn’t be bothered to care about what choice of words you picked, not when you were this close to coming in his hand. “Yeah? Tell me what you’d do next little slut.” You whined, grinding your hips down on his fingers. “I’d start playing with my clit…I’d rub like you are right now~” your head fell back against the wall, shaky gasps leaving you as your orgasm washed over you. “Oh? That’s it, cum all over my hand, make a fucking mess. Good girl.” You squealed at his sudden praise, hips jerking as his hand never slowed. “How fucking filthy, I can feel you coming.”
Giyu’s fingers finally slowed when your hips stopped jerking, instead rubbing slow languid circles over the sensitive skin. “I never said you could stop talking.” You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts and figure out where you had left off. “I-I…I’d…” you stuttered over yourself, not even sure how to continue. “You said you’d play with yourself, rub your clit for them, right? So what would you do next?” Giyu’s fingers left your clit, sliding further down until he was met with your slippery entrance. He used his thigh to spread your legs further. The hand squeezing your breast moved to start undoing the buttons of your top. “I’d…probably start playing with my…my breasts…” as each button popped open, your breathing picked up. “Hmm? What would you do to your breasts?”
Giyu’s hand pressed, not entering you but creating pressure. His leg spread you even further. This wasn’t exactly his ideal location to take out his annoyance with you, but he’d have to make do. “I-I’d squeeze them…” you were starting to get embarrassed, how ironic. “Mmm? That it? Not much of a show.” His finger pulled away, a desperate whine leaving your lips. “T-tomioka please…” your hips shamelessly attempted to chase after his retreating fingers. “A little slut like you, doesn’t deserve to get their way. If anything, I gave you too much already. You came once, which was more than I intended to give you. I mean you could barely pump my cock. You should be on your knees making it up to me.”
Giyu seemed to ponder his own words for a moment, a smile creeping up his face. “Better yet…” his hands left your body where you wanted them most, shifting to your shoulders instead. Without another word, he pushed you down, forcing you to your knees. “Get to work, and maybe I’ll think about giving you more.” It was a sight to behold, the smirk on his smug, flushed face had you forgetting about everything else. Giyu watched you for a moment as you tugged the rest of your buttons open, shouldering off your uniform top. Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, tugging the garment down to his mid thigh and exposing his cock. You were tempted to make another comment about his lack of underwear.
You chose not to, swallowing thickly as you took in his size. If you pleased him enough, you’d get to feel it. You whined, clenching around nothing at the very thought of him being inside of you. “Go ahead.” You were slightly sad he didn’t make a comment about your lack of a binding. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” He somehow picked up on your disappointment and managed to fix it. You needed no further encouragement, hand wrapping firmly around his base and giving it a few harsh tugs. “Fuck…” his voice was strained, you forced yourself to be a little more gentle. “That’s it, good girl. Just like that.” Giyu cooed, watching you make slow pumps from base to tip. Your other hand came up and wrapped around him as well, both hands covered more ground. And, well, you could tell Giyu liked seeing how big he looked between both of your hands.
“Use your mouth.” You whimpered at the command, opening your mouth slowly and moving your head forward. Your tongue stuck out slowly, ghosting the bottom of his head. One of Giyu’s hands pressed to the wall, supporting his weight as he shifted his hips further. The motion was an attempt to coax you to take more, he was being gentle and giving you a chance. You took his tip into your mouth, tongue lavishing the irritated skin. “There we go…” his other hand came down to grab a fist full of your hair, tugging you harshly to take even more. You forced your jaw to relax, one hand remaining wrapped around his base while you let the other fall to your lap. “There we go, choke on it” He pushed further, nearly half his length was in your mouth.
“Choke on it.” He repeated, mouth parted as he jerked forward. You gagged the moment he hit the back of your throat, eyes watering nearly instantly. It took everything in you to relax your throat, tears slipping down your cheeks as you let him use you. Without much more warning, Giyu began thrusting steadily. He was heavy on your tongue but surprisingly smooth. “I-fuck-” You looked up at him through wet lashes. It was the most you could do to acknowledge him in that moment. The sight only made him move quicker, his orgasm was building in record time. Giyu had absolutely no intentions of holding back, he’d cum when he pleased. He was even tempted to leave you hanging once he got his release, but you looked so pretty with tears streaking your cheeks.
You did your best to stay relaxed, eventually you’d stop flinching when he hit the back of your throat. You could only begin to imagine what this must look like from an outsider’s perspective. You could feel your own tears and drool leaking onto your exposed breasts. You were bare from the waist up, he was bare from the waist down. Part of you wished you could see this from an outsider perspective, the picture forming in your head had your throat constricting around him. “Shit.” You didn’t intend to, but the pressure had Giyu’s eyes losing focus. The sight from your view down below was quite encouraging. You tried hollowing your cheeks, eyes focused on his face as his hips stuttered. “Stop t-that.” He gripped your hair tighter than before.
You didn’t, if your mouth wasn’t occupied you would have smirked at him. Instead you swallowed around him, surprised he was keeping his cock buried in your throat instead of pulling out. Maybe he was going to cum just like that, shoot his load straight down your throat and force you to swallow it. You didn’t care that you could barely breathe, the lack of airflow only made your desire grow. Slowly both hands came up to cup his balls, watching in curiosity as his whole body stiffened. Giyu didn’t have the strength to even give a half assed “stop.” Instead he allowed you to continue, he’d get to cum either way. You remembered hearing that men supposedly liked the feeling as long as you were gentle. As annoying as he could be, you didn’t want to hurt him.
It didn’t take much more after that, his legs nearly buckling as his release spurted out of him. You choked slightly, trying to relax your throat again as he came. Whines left his lips at a pitch he would have found embarrassing had he not felt so good. As he came down you realised how flushed his face was. “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling his softening cock out of your mouth while shouldering off his haori. “Are you satisfied now?” You watched his eyes roll, fingers easily undoing the buttons of his uniform top. “You are acting really bold for someone covered in their own tears and drool.” The last button was undone, his uniform parted to show his toned torso. Yet he didn’t take it off completely.
“Oh, bite me.” You stood on shaky legs, you half expected the whole exchange to be over. “Where do you think you’re going?” Giyu watched as you reached to put your top back on. “Aren’t we done here?” You suppress a smile, even after all of that you couldn’t give him a break. “No the fuck we aren’t.” You watched him step out of his pants the rest of the way, blue eyes scanning the area to confirm no one was present. “So you’re going to fuck me right here?” His uniform top came off, now he was fully exposed to any wandering eyes. You still clung to some of your dignity with your skirt shielding you. Instead of talking, he stepped closer, making you step back until you were back to square one. Once again you found yourself sandwiched between him and the exterior wall of the butterfly estate.
This time it hurt, bare skin was digging into the rough wood behind you. “I’m not finished with you, we still have some things to discuss.” His bare thigh was easily parting your own again, the pulsing returned, the ache had craving to feel him. “Like what? I thought we went over the fact that I’d willing fuck my self for Shinazugawa…Rengoku…Tengen…” his thigh lifted, pressing directly to your cunt. “Shut up and let me finish.” You we’re hot against his bare skin, his cock was already twitching back to life. “Since you started boring me with how you’d fuck yourself, tell me what you think they are like.” You blinked, not quite understanding. “Tell me how big you think they are, how good you think they’d fuck you compared to me.” For some reason, he seemed to enjoy you making him mad.
“Oh? Who should I start with.” You spread your legs wider for him, one hand braced on the wall behind you while his other reached for your skirt. “Uzui, or should I say, Tengen. Since you two seem to be on a first name basis.” You smiled as he picked up on it, hand flipping your skirt up in the process. “Oh I know Tengen is quite large.” You pretended to not care as he easily pulled your panties down, fully exposing your cunt. You didn’t have that much courage to forgo panties with your skirt so short. “You know?” Two fingers slid between slick folds, bypassing your clit and going straight to your entrance. He was going to try and break your composure again. “Oh of c-course I know.” His fingers slipped in, stretching you. “I talk to his wives all the time, they even invited me to join them once.” His fingers curled inside, ghosting your g-spot.
The hand bracing against the wall slipped away. Instead he wrapped it around his half hard cock, pumping it in time with his fingers thrusting. “Oh? You declined? How come.” Your head fell back, your fingers twitching as you grabbed for his open uniform. “C-cause I didn’t want him to ruin me before I could try the others. A cock like h-his has to be addicting.” Giyu’s fingers curled harshly, a cry leaving your lips as he watched you. He was nearly fully hard again, jaw clenched tight after an answer like that. “What about Rengoku? How do you think he is?” You didn’t get to finish talking about Tengen. “I’m not done talking about Tengen yet, I’ll move onto Kyojuro when I’m ready.” First name, same reaction.
This, however, seemed to break Giyu. His fingers left you abruptly, earning a gasp in response to the empty feeling. “I’ve had just about enough of your smart mouth.” You were stunned, “weren’t you the one that asked for this?” You gasped again as one of your legs was forcefully lifted. “I don’t care anymore.” Maybe he didn’t like it as much as you assumed. Giyu’s hand was gripping firmly under your knee, pushing it back until you nearly cried out in pain. The position was certainly awkward, your knee was nearly hitting the wall. All of this so he had easy access to your cunt. “W-why don’t we try a…” you wanted to suggest a different position. Instead you were cut off by the head of his cock pressing between your folds.
“Shut up and take it.” For once, you did as you were told. His hand guided him in, the dull head of his cock spread your walls open as entered you. “Oh…” the stretch burned due to little prep, but it subsided as quickly as it began. “So, tell me, how about Rengoku?” He was still doing this? Your head felt cloudy, you were absolutely stuffed and the awkward position isn’t helping. “K-Kyojuro?” O-oh…he…” Giyu gave you no time to adjust, he was pulling his hips back just to slam forward again. “He-he’s probably a bit… smaller than Tengen…but he knows what he’s doing…” you were nearly tearing his uniform top with how tightly you gripped it. Giyu clicked his tongue, eyes trailing over your face before falling to where he was disappearing inside of you. “You better have something more interesting to say ab-about Shinazugawa.” His voice caught, he was more sensitive than he thought from his previous orgasm.
“I-oh fuck…” your head fell back, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Thinking about Sanemi made you clench tightly around Giyu, he groaned out of annoyance. “Go on, tell me all your fantasies about the bastard.” Your walls were fluttering around him, you could already feel your second release building. “Oh..fuck Shinazugawa…” you chose not to use his first name for the sake of your cervix. “He—he isn’t as big as Tengen either. But he knows how to use every fucking inch…” you held your breath, Giyu may honestly break you for what you were about to say. “I-ah fuck… he is so good in bed…had me screaming for hours.” Giyu’s hips faltered, eyes snapping to meet yours. “What was that?” He buried deep, head pressing to your cervix so harshly you were trying to ease the pressure by standing on your tiptoes.
“He-he had me screaming… oh fuck he was so good. It was…just to relieve some stress…though I wouldn’t mind doing it again….” Giyu’s grip was bruising, the hand he had used to guide himself was now coming up to wrap around your throat. “You fucked, Shinazugawa?” You nodded, eyes half lidded as his grip tightened. “S-sure did.” Giyu’s hips started moving with more vigor this time, a high pitched moan escaping you. Your back was digging further into the wall, you’d certainly feel the ache afterwards. “Why’d you fuck him?” You were clenching harshly, orgasm building up but dangling just out of your reach. “We w-were stressed…and a b-bit drunk…” your hands left his uniform, instead they wrapped around hos wrist. Practically holding the hand around your neck in place. “Hmm, so that’s all it takes to get you in bed.” You let out a harsh laugh as you finally came.
Your walls clenched tightly around him, whole body jerking as Giyu’s hips didn’t slow on pace. Anger was radiating off of him, his thrusts had become so erratic that you were beginning to lose feeling in the leg still planted on the ground. “G-giyu…” your words were slurred, whole body feeling heavy as he chased his own high for a second time. “Shut up.” There was still venom dripping from his tone, the hand on your neck was still tight. Truthfully it felt like it was the only thing really keeping you up. “You are going to take every single drop of this and fucking appreciate it. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even try and fantasize about another man.” You nodded half heartedly, you’d agree to anything so long as he didn’t stop.
A few more thrusts and he was done for, hot seed spilling between your walls. Silence fell over the both of you, faces sweaty and chests heaving. Giyu’s grip loosened slowly, his other hand gently set your leg down. Much to your surprise, he still supported you by wrapping a hand around your waist. You really couldn’t feel your legs. “Let me help.” He muttered softly, guiding the both of you to the ground as he reached for your uniform top. You pushed your skirt back down, not bothering to look for your discarded panties. “We should do this again.” You reached up to shakily button your top, missing Giyu’s presence as he stood to pull his pants up. “I’d rather do it in a more conventional place. Perhaps my bed.” He tried to be nonchalant, but a blush was creeping up his face.
“Out of everything you just did and made me say, that got you to blush?” You ’re still sitting on the ground, wondering how long it would take for feeling to return to your limbs. “Shut it, smart mouth.” He was putting his haori back on, the top buttons of his uniform still hung open. “I’ll think about it if you carry me to your bed.” You batted your eyes, a cheeky grin creeping up your cheeks. “That’s a far walk.” He was bending down to scoop you up anyways. “You’ll survive, big boy.” He sighed, shaking his head as he began to walk.
“I shouldn’t have called you a good girl. You are nothing but a brat.”
Men who, after filling you to the brim with their cum, drag you to the end of the bed and position you so that your back is flat against the floor while your lower body is propped up against the bed. He says it’s to make his cum take, so you can’t move, or it’ll start to spill.
“I’m gonna clean up and then go out and buy your favorite takeout, okay baby? When I get back, you can go clean up and we’ll eat after. But don’t move an inch before then. Don’t want any spilling out, do you? No, no you don’t. You want my kids in that cute tummy of yours, so stay put until I get back.”
Warnings/tags:!Some Spoilers from manga! Somnophilia, dubious consent, Exhibitionism, Reader is bisexual, Poly ship, Facesitting, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Spanking, Group sex, He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
“It does not look too terrible,” Aoi mumbled, her fingers running our the large bandages covering your arms, “In a few weeks it will barely even be noticeable.
You do not bother to hide your trembling lip from her, “How can I be a slayer with useless arms? I cannot even feed myself let alone lift a sword.”
She sighed, putting away the excess cloth, “You will have to stay here a few more weeks to recover, and then you should be mostly back to normal. Even though Shinobu managed to create an antidote, the poison tore up the veins in your arms. It is going to take your body some time to heal.”
“I should be out there helping, not sitting in this bed,” small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You have already been recovering for two weeks, the thought of being trapped in this bed any longer was going to drive you mad.
Aoi awkwardly rubbed your back, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you assisted in taking down two powerful demons. Even if you had not been injured you deserved a break, we were all beginning to wonder if you ever slept.”
“I have slept plenty, I am ready to get back out there,” You lift one bandaged arm, trying to ignore the pain the movement caused to examine the damage. “Are you sure there is no way to speed the healing up, I am willing to try anything?”
“No slayer, the only thing that will make you better is rest and food. Thought if you would like to recover more efficiently I do have one suggestion.”
Your upper body lurches forward, your nose almost touching Aoi’s face, “What, what is it?”
“Well, you are not the only slayer I am caring for at the moment, this means you do not get the full attention you need to heal quickly. If you knew someone who could care at all times your body would heal much faster.”
You groan falling back to the bed, “Not this again.”
“All I am saying is you should tell them what happened,” Aoi grabbed a washcloth and brought it towards your face, “I know they would come in a heartbeat to help with your recovery.”
“I already told you, I don’t want them to see me like this, I look pathetic.”
“You look like someone who was injured slaying a demon, there is nothing pathetic about that.” She wrings the water out of the cloth and wipes down your chest, “What is pathetic is to continue to write them pretending nothing is wrong because you are too scared of rejection.”
Your upper lip curls up, “What makes you so sure they would come to care for an injured slayer.”
Aoi scoffed, lifting your arm to bring your wrist to your face, “Last time a checked Uzui does not gift a gold bracelet to every slayer that visits his house to recover.”
You could not wiggle your arm free from her hold, the muscles still too weak to respond to your commands, “It was a parting gift, nothing more.”
“A parting gift really?” She pulls your arm closer to her face examining the intricate engraving on the gold band, “A gold band that is a match to the gold bands on his arms is only a parting gift.”
“Yes,” you growl trying fruitlessly to pull your wrist free.
She rolls her eyes, releasing your arm, “You are so deep in denial. Are you really able to convince yourself that they feel nothing for you? They practically begged you to become theirs, the only reason you are not recovering in their bed right now is that you are too scared to ask.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” you mumble, looking at the stack of letters by your bedside.
“Really, then let’s test my theory,” She pulls one of the blank sheets of paper off of the small table and hands it to you, “tell them what happened to you and where you are staying, you do not even need to ask them for help. I guarantee by tomorrow they will all be here fighting for the chance to take care of you.”
“And if you are wrong?”
She rubs the bottom of her chin, “Hm, If I am wrong I will clear my schedule and wait on your hand and foot until you are fully recovered.” A sly smile spreads across her face, “But if I am right you must buy me a new hair clip, a nice one, not one of those cheap ones at the market.”
“I feel like this is a lose-lose situation,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Nu-uh, you have nothing to lose because they will come to take care of you. Well, you will be out at least five yen, the hair clip I want does not come cheap.”
“How is this not extortion,” you growl, trying to find a way out of this.
“Oh please, you can so dramatic. All you have to do is write a short letter telling them you were injured and will not be able to see them for a few weeks. Don’t you think they deserve an explanation for why you have not been visiting?”
You open your eyes to glare at her, “that was a low blow.”
“Well I am tired of hearing your whining, it was pathetic a week ago, not it is just sad.” She throws the rag into the bowl of water, “I am trying to be sympathetic but honestly you are being dull. They are in love with you, they want you. The only reason you are alone is that you are acting like a coward, and that is coming from me.”
“What if they had changed their mind while I was gone? I could not handle going back to being nothing to them.”
Aoi’s eyes softened, she reached out and laid her hand over yours, “And this is better? You only ever speak to them in letters, exchanging small talk about demons and the weather. I cannot guarantee they have not changed their minds but can you really lie there and tell me it is not worth it to ask?”
You open and close your mouth, you could not argue with what she was saying. Truth be told they were worth the risk, even a day with them would be worth a lifetime of pain but a small ounce of self-preservation still held you back, “I’m scared,” you whisper, “I don’t think I could survive their rejection.”
“Uzui already told you how they felt, the only reason they are not at your bedside right now is that you have not told them you are injured. They would drop everything and travel here, all you need to do is ask, I promise they will not say no.”
“Aoi,” you whimper, “please can we drop this.”
She gave your hand one gentle squeeze, “Fine, I will drop it, for now, you are due for your meds anyways.”
Fuck, “Do I really need to take all of those? They make my head feel funny.”
She laughed, “Trust me, the only reason you are not screaming in pain is because of these meds, your nerves are still very inflamed from the venom, missing even one dose will make you wish you had let the demon finish you off.”
“Here,” she raises the small cup to your lips, “drink up.”
You hold your breath and open your mouth letting the bitter liquid slide down your throat. “Ugh, that is terrible.”
“It tastes awful but there is nothing we have found to even be half as effective.” she stands up, wiping her pants, “You make sure to call for assistance if you need something, this medication has a strong impact on the level of consciousness, some people report dreamlike states where-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you wave off her speech already having heard it a dozen times. “Don’t stand up by yourself, don’t sign anything, don’t talk to strangers, make sure you are not hallucinating before you go to the bathroom.”
“Alright I’ll check on you in a bit,” She points her finger, her lip curling up, “But so help me if I find you out of bed, I refuse to have a slayer injured on my watch.”
You nod, too weak to even think about leaving the bed the medication already making the world around you spin. With nothing else to do you work on controlling your breathing, each small breath allowing you to lessen the effects of the drug in your system.
The sky outside your window darkened leaving you in complete darkness, you try to fight off the heaviness of your eyelids but each blink was a battle. Soon you had no choice but to allow them to close, your mind finally resting.
You used to love sleep, allowing your mind to turn off was heavenly. But ever since you left the Sound estate you found your mind wandering places it should not. Tonight was no different once sleep finally overtook you.
The dreams always started out the same, you would arrive at the large estate exhausted and starving. Each member would swarm around you, now having the routine down you were in a warm bath only moments later while food was being heated.
When your skin was clean and hair groomed they would listen to your adventures as you eat, Suma flinching whenever you even mentioned a demon getting too close. Hinatsuru would ask about the places you got to see while traveling and Makio would want to know all about the demon you slew. Tengen always ended up pulling you into his lap after you finished your meal, gently rubbing your thigh as you talk with the girls.
When your eyes grew heavy and your head starts to nod forward Tengen would gently guide you back to their room. Your breathing would grow haggard, already trembling with excitement, the exhaustion fading away.
You bring your hand down your stomach, there was no harm in letting yourself feel pleasure as you dream, after all, no one has to know what you are doing while you think about a married man and his wives.
Dreaming was your only escape from the cruel world you lived in, here your arms were not injured and you were surrounded by the people you love.
Tengen would be the first in this realm to take charge, using his hand to position you exactly where he wanted. Your legs were spread open wide, one knee held by Suma whose eager eyes watched as Tengen’s lips traced up along your thigh avoiding your obvious need.
“Tengen,” you whine, your voice cracking, “Please don’t tease me.”
“Shh little slayer, I want to savor my meal,” Tengen groaned, using his tongue to tease your other thigh. Your dreams always felt so real but tonight was different, before his touch felt muffled, as if someone was touching you through a sheet. As his hot tongue runs up your inner thigh its warm wet heat nearly has your back arching off the bed.
Your head falls back, now resting in the lap of Makio. “Relax,” she muttered, her hands trailing down your chest to latch onto your swollen nipples, “We have all night.”
“Have to take my time with you,” Tengen cooed, one finger slinging down the length of your cock to circle around your tense hole, “Your pretty hole needs to be nice and stretched if it is going to take my cock tonight.”
His spit slick fingers circle around your entrance, giving you a moment’s warning before breeching your tight ass. Your thighs shake, your muscles working to close but Hinatsuru joins in holding you open, leaving you completely exposed to Tengen as he got to work.
“My, my, one finger and you are already leaking,” He tsks his tongue, “Such a needy boy, how long have you been walking around with the mess?” His curious red eyes gazed at the erect cock before him, admiring how your hole twitched around one finger.
“Is it our fault you are this messy? Were you thinking about us on your walk here naughty boy?”
“Tengen, don’t talk like that,” you order weakly, barely able to speak your cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
His lips curled into a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to pretend with us,” the finger inside you curled up. The entire room could heat the vigorous thumping of your heart against your chest, nearly ribbing from its cage. “Relax your legs, little slayer, let us see this sweet ass.”
You could deny him nothing, your thighs fell open completely. You were breathing heavily, too nervous to be in control as they all admired your pulsating cock. Your fearful eyes scanned each member, watching their reaction carefully.
“Fuck,” Suma moaned, her hands gripping your knee tightly, “It is not fair you get him first Tengen.” Her mouth was already drooling at the sight of such a beautiful man spread open in front of her, a beautiful just waiting to be feasted on. She was half tempted to push Tengen out of the way and fulfill her craving.
“Wait your turn Suma,” Tengen growled, adding another finger to tease you, “little one will need your tongue to clean up the mess I am about to make.”
You want to bring your hands up to hide your face too embarrassed to focus on but for some reason, you could not move the appendages so you had to settle on looking up at the ceiling. Only that proved to be even worse as Makio’s full breasts now filled your vision.
“Hey there,” she smiled, her fingers pinching your nipples and pulling on them until they grew stiff, “Like the view.”
Your train of thought crashed at her teasing smile, you look down only to see Hinatsuru slip off her own dress, her blush rose nipples hardening when exposed to the air. Taking advantage of your distracted mind Tengen’s clever tongue flickered across your tender head of your sex, cleaning away the precum that had gathered. Your body jumps shocked at the immediate pleasure his mouth brings.
He seemed to enjoy your flavor, his hand settling under your hip so he can tilt it up giving him even easier access. He breathed in the scent of your arousal, preening as the sounds of your moans filled his ears, your head thrown back in pure bliss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Suma trail one hand down her own abdomen, circling her small clit frantically as she watched Tengen lap up your cum.
“Oh, it feels so good,” you pant, your back arching up as he sucks the tip onto his mouth, widening his tongue to drag across the underside.
“Fuck,” He mumbled, releasing the suction. “I could feast on you for hours. Your taste is divine.” His hot breath fanned against the tender flesh. “How does that sound, do you think you could handle me for a few hours?”
You shake your head, already at the end of your rope.
‘Mmh, shame, we will have to work on building up your endurance,” he lowered his mouth again, adding another finger to your ass loving the vice grip you had around the digits. Fuck his cock was already throbbing at the idea of your pretty hole spasming around his length as he stretches you out.
“T-Tengen, please, I-I think I am going to come,” you screamed, your back arching off the bed.
Makio pushed down on your shoulders, holding you steady as your legs started to shake. Having no mercy Tengen increased the pace of his fingers now scissoring inside you as he worked throbbing cock with his lips. It was not long until the strong tingle in your abdomen rapidly spread throughout your body.
You could feel your hole clench around his fingers as your body convulsed, your mouth open in a silent scream. Tengen continued to milk the pleasure from your exhausted body, only stopping when you fell limp under him.
The only sound in the room was your frantic breathing. You always woke up like that, startled awake by what you had been dreaming about. Only tonight was different because instead of waking up cold and alone you were surprisingly warm.
“I know you are awake little one, open your eyes already,” a deep familiar voice laughed.
Immediately your eyes slammed open but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you encountered. Tengens’ lips were glistening, his eyes full of hunger you have never seen. On each side of you were Suma and Hinatsuru holding open your limp legs. Your head falls back onto a pair of soft thighs.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” Makio laughed from above you, her hands on either side of your head.
“W-What is happening?” you look down at the unimaginable sight of Tengen in between your spread thighs, your mind nearly breaking as you try to piece together everything.
“Aoi sent us a letter saying you were injured,” Hinatsuru brushed her hand up your thigh, “We rushed here as quickly as we could once we heard the news. We did you not tell us sooner you were hurt we would have been here the day you arrived?”
“You were here for a week and you did not bother to let us know you were hurt,” Makio growled from above you, the lust decorating her face now gone. “Were you ever going to tell us?”
“I-I,” your breathing starts to grow frantic, what in the hell was happening? One minute you were dreaming and the next your dream becomes a reality. “I don’t understand what is happening,” you mumble your mind fuzzy, “When did you all get here? Why are you in between my legs?”
“Shh,” Suma moved up from her place at your legs and grabbed one of your bandaged hands, “I know you are probably really confused so let me explain.”
You nod, eager to understand the world around you.
“We arrived here less than thirty minutes ago, we all rushed here when we heard the news of your injury from Aoi’s letter,” she paused to give you time to process the information. “When we got here you were sound asleep, Aoi said you would not be up for hours, we were going to take turns watching over you, but when Tengen tried to leave to get some food you yelled out for him to stop teasing you.”
Your breathing stops, your mind replaying the events of earlier, “I spoke out loud,” you whispered.
Tengen snorts, “You did more than speak little one, you begged me to touch you.”
Your mouth falls open in horror, “What happened after that?”
Tengen looked down at your exposed sex, “Well, we tried leaving, wanting you to get some rest but we are only human, how could we resist those little whimpers begging for more?”
“Y-You mean-”
“That I sucked your cock while you begged me for more?”
A startled squeak left your lips at his confession, “You did?”
A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Oh yes darling, I did.”
Your face was so hot you were sure you could fry an egg on your cheeks, “You mean my dream was real, it all really happened?”
“Regretfully I cannot see into your beautiful mind but judging by what you were whimpering I would say your flamboyant dream matched pretty well to what we were doing.”
You wanted to bury yourself in a hole, the noises you had been making were mortifying, the idea that anyone heard them, let alone the four people at your side was enough to make you combust.
“Don’t look so embarrassed,” Hinatsuru cooed, “Watching you find pleasure was beautiful, I could watch it every day and never grow tired of that sight.”
Tengen hummed in agreement, “And the flamboyant sounds you made were enough to nearly push me over the edge, if not for my training I would already be staining the sheets with my seed.”
“Wait, you all arrived here to help with my recovery after Aoi sent you a letter telling you about my condition?”
Hinatsuru nodded, patting her hand gently against your, “We left as soon as we heard, we were so worried, she told us how close you were to-to dying.” She choked out a sob, “Why would you not call for us,” her lips pressed into a thin line, “Did you not want us to come here?”
“No,” you try to reach out but your arms could not respond, “That is not it at all,” You look down wishing you had on clothes, you already felt so exposed, “I did not want to bother you.”
“Bother us?” Tengen echoed, lifting himself up into a sitting position between your legs. “Is that what you think you are? A bother.”
You take advantage of his move, pushing your thighs together to gather some privacy, “Not exactly-”
Tengen runs his hand through his loose hair, “I thought I took care of your doubt the night you left but it seems you still have some doubts where you stand in this relationship.”
He looks over at the woman by your side with a new, darker look in his eye, “Darlings would your hold his legs for me please, I believe we need to teach the little runaway here his place.”
“Hey wait,” you try to scramble away but Suma and Hinatsuru locked onto your legs anchoring you in place.
“Hm,” Tengen’s hand rested under his chin, “On second thought flip him around, I want that flamboyant ass in the air.”
“Ah,” you squeak as you are tossed in the air and gently flipped around, landing on the bed with your arms held behind your back, your cheek squished against the mattress.
“W-What are you doing,” you try to look over your shoulder but the position they place you in prevents you from being able to see anything.
“I have tried being a patient little one, I waited weeks for you to finally confess your feelings, and what is my reward for this? A letter telling me how you almost died. Can you even imagine how that made us feel? You almost died having never been ours.”
His large hand runs up your slick thigh, “And now you lie here in the bed speaking about not wanting to bother us!” His large hand comes down across your ass laying a sharp spank. “I refuse to believe the only reason you did not ask for our help is that you did not want to be a bother.” Another sharp sting spreads across your ass as his hand descends, “So tell me the truth, why are you running away from us?”
“I-I can’t” you sob, burying your face into the sheets.
“Wrong answer,” Another precise slap arrives on your skin, the sharp tingle spreading through your body, lighting your skin on fire.
“Please tell us why you do not want to be with us,” Hinatsuru whispered, her lips kissing away the tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, “What did we do wrong?”
“Nothing,” you sob, “you did nothing wrong, it’s me that is wrong.”
“What is wrong with you?” Makio asked, shoving Hinatsuru out of the way, “Because from my viewpoint you are perfect.”
“I’m not,” you turn your face to bury your head onto the mattress needing to hide, “And one day you will see that and want nothing to do with me. And then what,” your chest heaves, too tired to resist letting it all out, “I will be left all alone.”
“Darling,” Tengen cooed, his hand running up your naked back where your loose shirt had ridden up, “Do you really think we would leave you?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“But that is not true, I could never get tired of you!” Suma yelled, pushing Hinatsuru out of the way for her turn. “The way you hold me when I cry, and how you make sure Hinatsuru will buy my favorite food when at the market. The way you make sure that each of us feels included, can’t you see we will never get enough of you?”
Tengen’s hand settled on the flaming skin of your ass, massaging the sore tissue, “If you think for one minute I am ever letting you go then I have failed at making you feel appreciated.” His hand stops at the back of your neck, gently squeezing the column, “Because this is something I could never live without. Your smile, your kindness, your love, your flamboyant attitude, I need all of it.”
His bodyweight presses over you, his long erection settling in between the cheeks of your ass, “Now little one, I am going to show you how you belong to me,” the head of his cock slides down to settle on the outside of your entrance, “After this, there is no question you belong to us do you understand?”
You glace back in shock, watching helplessly as his hips thrust forward, the large head piercing into your tight hole.
A small whimper leaves your throat as the burning stretch nearly becomes too much, he was so fucking big that even with his fingers stretching you earlier there was no way he was going to be able to fit all of it inside you.
“Fuck,” he hissed from above you, his hand braced against your tailbone as he sank into your warmth. “You are so tight.”
Your hands reach out looking for something to hold onto and two warm hands answered your call, their fingers intertwining with yours.
“You are doing so perfect,” Hintsuru hummed, kissing your knuckles. You squeeze down around their hands as hard as you could, your legs trembling as another inch slides inside.
Just when your thought It would all become too much his cock finally kissed the end of your hole. He froze for a few seconds giving your poor ass time to adjust to his intrusion. This gave Makio just enough time to fulfill her plan.
Manipulating your body she adjusts your arms until your weight was settled onto your hands, your elbows locked and your ass in the air where Tengen was buried to the hilt. With the help of Suma she carefully lifted your body until she could easily slide under you, her mouth now directly under your dripping cock.
“H-Hey,” you whine, Makio’s pussy now directly under your face, her breasts pressing against your upper thighs, “What are you doing?”
“This,” She groaned, using her fingers to wrap around your length and guide your sex right into her waiting mouth. You nearly fall forward, the combined attack overwhelming.
Tengen, not one to be outdone drew his hips back, his cock slowly withdrawing from your abused hole only to slam back in. The strength of his thrusts had his balls collide with the top of Makio’s head but she did not seem to mind, in fact, it seemed to egg her on, she grew even more aggressive in bringing you pleasure. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on your length, her evil tongue tracing your leaking slit.
The tongue on your sex vibrated as Makio let out a low groan. Tengen continued to plow into you in a purposeful rhythm, each thrust well aimed to nail the upper part inside your hole making black spots appear in your vision each time he hit it.
Your fingers dig into the sheets as you hold on for dear life.
“You feel that,” Tengen growled, his entire length now stuffed inside your hole, “Feel how deep I am?” His hand came down to slap your ass, “This hole is mine little one, not yours, mine, and if you think you can keep me from this then I will have to fuck you until you are too tired to argue.”
“Tengen,” you sobbed, your head falling forward. Suma shifted forward, giving your head a comfortable place to rest your head on her thighs as the pair behind you worked to drive you even higher. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, as the throbbing in your cock started to spread. Your chest grew too tight for you to even breathe.
Tengen kept his movements steady while Makio’s tongue worked wonders on your length, sucking on the tip whole flicking her tongue. It was not long until your mouth opened into a pitiful moan, your entire body tense as you come all over Makio’s face, your cum coating her tongue as you convulse.
Makio greedily lapped up the mess as you continued to come in her mouth, the pleasure too strong to let you relax until another mind-shattering sensation overtook you. This time the tingling spread to your head making the world begging to grow hazy as your breathing stopped. You were sure you were screaming but you could hear nothing over the sound of your own pounding heartbeat.
With the high gone your breathing decreased slightly but Tengen was still going, his fat cock continuing to stretch your clenching hole. You lie there and let him lay his claim, too tired to even speak.
When it almost became too much mercifully his cock started to pulse and seconds later his hot cum began to fill you, leaving no inch uncovered. Only when he was sure every drop had emptied inside you did he pull his hips back, admiring how your gaping hole clenched around nothing, his cum already leaking out.
Makio’s magical tongue gave one last long lick up your slit before she shuffled out from under you. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect your bearings while the world around you spun. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, gently manipulating your body until you were settled on your back.
You did not even jump when a soft tongue began to clean your throbbing sex, lapping away the mess Tengen had created. Another careful pair of hands brought your head into their lap, their fingers tracing the lines of your face. The last pair of hands dragged a warm cloth across your drenched body.
You snuggle into their hold, letting them each care for you in their own unique way. Only when the cloth grew cold and the tongue on your cock stilled did you crack open one eye.
“How are you feeling?” Hinatsuru asked, wringing out the wet cloth into a basin.
“Fuzzy,” you mumble, turning your head to bury your face deeper into Makio’s lap.
“Do you understand now?” Tengen hummed, his callused fingers rubbing across the back of your injured hand. Do you understand how much we love you little one?”
“I-I,” you press your lips together, how could you make them understand what you were thinking. They all knew early in life they would belong to each other forever but they have barely known you for a year.
“I want to,” you whisper, “I want to believe more than anything that you love me.”
You press your thighs together wincing at the ache in your ass, “But I don’t think I will ever be sure of your feelings for me. It is just too good to be true.”
Tengen barked in protest but you continued, “But the one thing I am sure of is my feelings for all of you. The days I was able to spend with all of you were the happiest of my life and I want nothing more than to give you all of my days. I am yours.”
Hinatsuru shot forward her arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. “We love you so much,” she sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder, “And we will spend all of our time making sure you never doubt that.”
Suma joins in on the hug, her body pressing against your back, “I won’t let go until you believe us.” She declared, tightening her arms even more.
Makio laughed, pushing Suma to the side so she could have room to join in, “I think it will be fun to convince you our feelings are permanent, I love a good challenge.”
“Hm,” Tengen’s large hand settled ontop of your head, urging it back until his gaze was able to meet yours, “I agree Makio, getting little one to believe us sounds like a very interesting challenge,” he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead, “One I am happy to spend the rest of my life on.”
Warnings/tags:!Some Spoilers from manga! Somnophilia, dubious consent, Exhibitionism, Reader is bisexual, Poly ship, Facesitting, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Spanking, Group sex, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
“It does not look too terrible,” Aoi mumbled, her fingers running our the large bandages covering your arms, “In a few weeks it will barely even be noticeable.
You do not bother to hide your trembling lip from her, “How can I be a slayer with useless arms? I cannot even feed myself let alone lift a sword.”
She sighed, putting away the excess cloth, “You will have to stay here a few more weeks to recover, and then you should be mostly back to normal. Even though Shinobu managed to create an antidote, the poison tore up the veins in your arms. It is going to take your body some time to heal.”
“I should be out there helping, not sitting in this bed,” small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You have already been recovering for two weeks, the thought of being trapped in this bed any longer was going to drive you mad.
Aoi awkwardly rubbed your back, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you assisted in taking down two powerful demons. Even if you had not been injured you deserved a break, we were all beginning to wonder if you ever slept.”
“I have slept plenty, I am ready to get back out there,” You lift one bandaged arm, trying to ignore the pain the movement caused to examine the damage. “Are you sure there is no way to speed the healing up, I am willing to try anything?”
“No slayer, the only thing that will make you better is rest and food. Thought if you would like to recover more efficiently I do have one suggestion.”
Your upper body lurches forward, your nose almost slamming into Aoi’s face, “What, what is it?”
“Well, you are not the only slayer I am caring for at the moment, this means you do not get the full attention you need to heal quickly. If you knew someone who could care at all times your body would heal much faster.”
You groan falling back to the bed, “Not this again.”
“All I am saying is you should tell them what happened,” Aoi grabbed a washcloth and brought it towards your face, “I know they would come in a heartbeat to help with your recovery.”
“I already told you, I don’t want them to see me like this, I look pathetic.”
“You look like someone who was injured slaying a demon, there is nothing pathetic about that.” She wrings the water out of the cloth and wipes down your chest, “What is pathetic is to continue to write them pretending nothing is wrong because you are too scared of rejection.”
Your upper lip curls up, “What makes you so sure they would come to care for an injured slayer.”
Aoi scoffed, lifting your arm to bring your wrist to your face, “Last time a checked Uzui does not gift a gold bracelet to every slayer that visits his house to recover.”
You could not wiggle your arm free from her hold, the muscles still too weak to respond to your commands, “It was a parting gift, nothing more.”
“A parting gift really?” She pulls your arm closer to her face examining the intricate engraving on the gold band, “A gold band that is a match to the gold bands on his arms is only a parting gift.”
“Yes,” you growl trying fruitlessly to pull your wrist free.
She rolls her eyes, releasing your arm, “You are so deep in denial. How can you possibly convince yourself that they feel nothing for you? They practically begged you to become theirs, the only reason you are not recovering in their bed right now is that you are too scared to ask.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” you mumble, looking at the stack of letters by your bedside.
“Really, then let’s test my theory,” She pulls one of the blank sheets of paper off of the small table and hands it to you, “tell them what happened to you and where you are staying, you do not even need to ask them for help. I guarantee by tomorrow they will all be here fighting for the chance to take care of you.”
“And if you are wrong?”
She rubs the bottom of her chin, “Hm, If I am wrong I will clear my schedule and wait on your hand and foot until you are fully recovered.” A sly smile spreads across her face, “But if I am right you must buy me a new hair clip, a nice one, not one of those cheap ones at the market.”
“I feel like this is a lose-lose situation,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Nu-uh, you have nothing to lose because they will come to take care of you. Well, you will be out at least five yen, the hair clip I want does not come cheap.”
“How is this not extortion,” you growl, trying to find a way out of this.
“Oh please, you can so dramatic. All you have to do is write a short letter telling them you were injured and will not be able to see them for a few weeks. Don’t you think they deserve an explanation for why you have not been visiting?”
You open your eyes to glare at her, “that was a low blow.”
“Well I am tired of hearing your whining, it was pathetic a week ago, not it is just sad.” She thors the rag into the bowl of water, “I am trying to be sympathetic but honestly you are being dull. They are in love with you, they want you. The only reason you are alone is that you are acting like a coward, and that is coming from me.”
“What if they had changed their mind while I was gone? I could not handle going back to being nothing to them.”
Her eyes softened, she reached out and laid her hand over yours, “And this is better? You only eve speak to them in letters, exchanging small talk about demons and the weather. I cannot guarantee they have not changed their minds but can you really lie there and tell me it is not worth it to ask?”
You open and close your mouth, you could not argue with what she was saying. Truth be told they were worth the risk, even a day with them would be worth a lifetime of pain but a small ounce of self-preservation still held you back, “I’m scared,” you whisper, “I don’t think I could survive their rejection.”
“Uzui already told you how they felt, the only reason they are not at your bedside right now is that you have not told them you are injured. They would drop everything and travel here, all you need to do is ask, I promise they will not say no.”
“Aoi,” you whimper, “please can we drop this.”
She gave your hand one gentle squeeze, “Fine, I will drop it, for now, you are due for your meds anyways.”
Fuck, “Do I need to take all of those? They make my head feel funny.”
She laughed, “Trust me, the only reason you are not screaming in pain is because of these meds, your nerves are still very inflamed from the venom, missing even one dose will make you wish you had let the demon finish you off.”
“Here,” she raises the small cup to your lips, “drink up.”
You hold your breath and open your mouth letting the bitter liquid slide down your throat. “Ugh, that is terrible.”
“It tastes awful but there is nothing we have found to even be half as effective.” she stands up, wiping her pants, “You make sure to call for assistance if you need something, this medication has a strong impact on the level of consciousness, some people report dreamlike states where-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you wave off her speech already having heard it a dozen times. “Don’t stand up by yourself, don’t sign anything, don’t talk to strangers, make sure you are not hallucinating before you go to the bathroom.”
“Alright I’ll check on you in a bit,” She points her finger, her lip curling up, “But so help me if I find you out of bed, I refuse to have a slayer injured on my watch.”
You nod, too weak to even think about leaving the bed the medication already making the world around you spin. With nothing else to do you work on controlling your breathing, each small breath allowing you to lessen the effects of the drug in your system.
The sky outside your window darkened leaving you in complete darkness, you try to fight off the heaviness of your eyelids but each blink was a battle. Soon you had no choice but to allow them to close, your mind finally resiting.
You used to love sleep, allowing your mind to turn off was heavenly. But ever since you left the Sound estate you found your mind wandering places it should not. Tonight was no different once sleep finally overtook you.
The dreams always started out the same, you would arrive at the large estate exhausted and starving. Each member would swarm around you, now having the routine down you were in a warm bath only moments later while food was being heated.
When your skin was clean and hair groomed they would listen to your adventures as you eat, Suma flinching whenever you even mentioned a demon getting too close. Hinatsuru would ask about the places you got to see while traveling and Makio would want to know all about the demon you slew. Tengen always ended up pulling you into his lap after you finished your meal, gently rubbing your thigh as you talk with the girls.
When your eyes grew heavy and your head starts to nod forward Tengen would gently guide you back to their room. Your breathing would grow haggard, already trembling with excitement, the exhaustion fading away.
You bring your hand down your stomach, there was no harm in letting yourself feel pleasure as you dream, after all, no one has to know what you are doing while you think about a married man and his wives.
Dreaming was your only escape from the cruel world you lived in, here your arms were not injured and you were surrounded by the people you love.
Tengen would be the first in this realm to take charge, using his hand to position you exactly where he wanted. Your legs were spread open wide, one knee held by Suma whose eager eyes watched as Tengen’s mouth licked a trail up your thigh, collecting the juices that had covered them.
“Tengen,” you whine, your voice cracking, “Please don’t tease me.”
“Shh little slayer, I want to savor my meal,” Tengen groaned, using his tongue to clean your other thigh. Your dreams always felt so real but tonight was different, before his touch felt muffled, as if someone was touching you through a sheet. As his hot tongue runs up your inner thigh its warm wet heat nearly has your back arching off the bed.
Your head falls back, now resting in the lap of Makio. “Relax,” she muttered, her hands trailing down your chest to latch onto your swollen nipples, “We have all night.”
“Have to take my time with you,” Tengen cooed, one finger slinging through the middle of your slick folds, “Your pretty hole needs to be niced and stretched if it is going to take my cock tonight.”
His slick fingers circle around your entrance, giving you a moment’s warning before breeching your tight cunt. Your thighs shake, your muscles working to close but Hinatsusu joins in holding you open leaving you completely exposed to Tengen as he got to work.
“My, my, one finger and you are already creaming all over me.” He tsks his tongue, “Such a needy girl, how long have you been walking around with the mess?” His curious red eyes gazed at the pussy spread before him, admiring how you twitched around one finger.
“Is it our fault you are this messy? Were you thinking about us on your walk here naughty girl?”
“Tengen, don’t talk like that,” you order weakly, barely able to speak your cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
His lips curled into a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to pretend with us,” the finger inside you curled up. The entire room could heat the vigorous thumping of your heart against your chest, nearly ribbing from its cage. “Relax your legs, little slayer, let us see this sweet pussy.”
You could deny him nothing, your these thighs fell open completely, your puffy lips spreading to reveal your tight clit. You were breathing heavily, too nervous to be in control as they all admired your pulsating cunt. Your fearful eyes scanned each member, watching their reaction carefully.
“Fuck,” Suma moaned, her hands gripping your knee tightly, “It is not fair you get her first Tengen.” Her mouth was already drooling at the sight of such a beautiful woman spread open in front of her, a beautiful pussy just waiting to be feasted on. She was half tempted to push Tengen out of the way and fulfill her craving.
“Wait your turn Suma,” Tengen growled, adding another finger to tease you, “little one will need your tongue to clean up the mess I am about to make.”
You want to bring your hands up to hide your face too embarrassed to focus on but for some reason, you could not move the appendages so you had to settle on looking up at the ceiling. Only that proved to be even worse as Makio’s full breasts now filled your vision.
“Hey there,” she smiled, her fingers pinching your nipples and pulling on them until they grew stiff, “Like the view.”
Your train of thought crashed at her teasing smile, you look down only to see Hinatsuru slip off her own dress, her blush rose nipples hardening when exposed to the air. Taking advantage of your distracted mind Tengen’s clever tongue flickered across your tender clit. Your body jumps shocked at the immediate pleasure his mouth brings.
He seemed to enjoy your flavor, his hand settling under your hip so he can tilt it up giving him even easier access. He breathed in the scent of your arousal, preening as the sounds of your moans filled his ears, your head thrown back in pure bliss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Suma trail one hand down her own abdomen, circling her small clit frantically as she watched Tengen lap up your juices.
“Oh, it feels so good,” you pant, your back arching up as he sucks the bud onto his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to draw small circles.
“Fuck,” He mumbled, releasing the suction. “I could feast on this cunt for hours. Your taste is divine.” His hot breath fanned against the tender flesh. “How does that sound, do you think you could handle me for a few hours?”
You shake your head, already at the end of your rope.
‘Mmh, shame, we will have to work on building up your endurance,” he lowered his mouth again, adding another finger to your cunt loving the vice grip you had around the digits. Fuck his cock was already throbbing at the idea of your pretty pussy spasming around his length as he stretches you out.
“T-Tengen, please, I-I think I am going to come,” you screamed, your back arching off the bed.
Makio pushed down on your shoulders, holding you steady as your legs started to shake. Having no mercy Tengen increased the pace of his fingers now scissoring inside you as he worked throbbing clit with his lips. It was not long until the strong tingle in your abdomen rapidly spread throughout your body.
You could feel your hold clench around his fingers as your body convulsed, your mouth open in a silent scream. Tengen continued to milk the pleasure from your exhausted body, only stopping when you fell limp under him.
The only sound in the room was your frantic breathing. You always woke up like that, startled awake by what you had been dreaming about. Only tonight was different because instead of waking up cold and alone you were surprisingly warm.
“I know you are awake little one, open your eyes already,” a deep familiar voice laughed.
Immediately your eyes slammed open but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you encountered. Tengens chin was glistening, his eyes full of hunger you have never seen. On each side of you were Suma and Hinatsuru holding open your limp legs. Your head falls back onto a pair of soft thighs.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” Makio laughed from above you, her hands on either side of your head.
“W-What is happening?” you look down at the unimaginable sight of Tengen in between your spread thighs, your mind nearly breaking as you try to piece together everything.
“Aoi sent us a letter saying you were injured,” Hinatsuru brushed her hand up your thigh, “We rushed here as quickly as we could once we heard the news. We did you not tell us sooner you were hurt we would have been here the day you arrived?”
“You were here for a week and you did not bother to let us know you were hurt,” Makio growled from above you, the lust decorating her face now gone. “Were you ever going to tell us?”
“I-I,” your breathing starts to grow frantic, what in the hell was happening? One minute you were dreaming and the next your dream becomes a reality. “I don’t understand what is happening,” you mumble your mind fuzzy, “When did you all get here? Why are you in between my legs?”
“Shh,” Suma moved up from her place at your legs and grabbed one of your bandaged hands, “I know you are probably really confused so let me explain.”
You nod, eager to understand the world around you.
“We arrived here less than thirty minutes ago, we all rushed here when we heard the news of your injury from Aoi’s letter,” she paused to give you time to process the information. “When we got here you were sound asleep, Aoi said you would not be up for hours, we were going to take turns watching over you, but when Tengen tried to leave to get some food you yelled out for him to stop teasing you.”
Your breathing stops, your mind replaying the events of earlier, “I spoke out loud,” you whispered.
Tengen snorts, “You did more than speak little one, you begged me to touch you.”
Your mouth falls open in horror, “What happened after that?”
Tengen looked down at your exposed sex, “Well, we tried leaving, wanting you to get some rest but we are only human, how could we resist those little whimpers begging for more?”
“Y-You mean-”
“That I ate your little pussy while you begged for more?”
A startled squeak left your lips at his confession, “You did?”
A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Oh yes darling, I did.”
Your face was so hot you were sure you could fry an egg on your cheeks, “You mean my dream was real, it all happened?”
“Regretfully I cannot see into your beautiful mind but judging by what you were whimpering I would say your flamboyant dream matched pretty well to what we were doing.”
You wanted to bury yourself in a hole, the noises you had been making were mortifying, the idea that anyone heard them, let alone the four people at your side was enough to make you combust.
“Don’t look so embarrassed,” Hinatsuru cooed, “Watching you find pleasure was beautiful, I could watch it every day and never grow tired of that sight.”
Tengen hummed in agreement, “And the flamboyant sounds you made were enough to nearly push me over the edge, if not for my training I would already be staining the sheets with my seed.”
“Wait, you all arrived here to help with my recovery after Aoi sent you a letter telling you about my condition?”
Hinatsuru nodded, patting her hand gently against your, “We left as soon as we heard, we were so worried, she told us how close you were to-to dying.” She choked out a sob, “Why would you not call for us,” her lips pressed into a thin line, “Did you not want us to come here?”
“No,” you try to reach out but your arms could not respond, “That is not it at all,” You look down wishing you had on clothes, you already felt so exposed, “I did not want to bother you.”
“Bother us?” Tengen echoed, lifting himself up into a sitting position between your legs. “Is that what you think you are? A bother.”
You take advantage of his move, pushing your thighs together to gather some privacy, “Not exactly-”
Tengen runs his hand through his loose hair, “I thought I took care of your doubt the night you left but it seems you still have some doubts where you stand in this relationship.”
He looks over at the woman by your side with a new, darker look in his eye, “Darlings would your hold her legs for me please, I believe we need to teach the little runaway here her place.”
“Hey wait,” you try to scramble away but Suma and Hinatsuru locked onto your legs anchoring you in place.
“Hm,” Tengen’s hand rested under his chin, “On second thought flip her around, I want that flamboyant ass in the air.”
“Ah,” you squeak as you are tossed in the air and gently flipped around, landing on the bed with your arms held behind your back, your cheek squished against the mattress.
“W-What are you doing,” you try to look over your shoulder but the position they place you in prevents you from being able to see anything.
“I have tried being a patient little one, I waited weeks for you to finally confess your feelings, and what is my reward for this? A letter telling me how you almost died. Can you even imagine how that made us feel? You almost died having never been ours.”
His large hand runs up your slick thigh, “And now you lie here in the bed speaking about not wanting to bother us!” His large hand comes down across your ass laying a sharp spank. “I refuse to believe the only reason you did not ask for our help is that you did not want to be a bother.” Another sharp sting spreads across your ass as his hand descends, “So tell me the truth, why are you running away from us?”
“I-I can’t” you sob, burying your face into the sheets.
“Wrong answer,” Another precise slap arrives on your skin, the sharp tingle spreading through your body, lighting your skin on fire.
“Please tell us why you do not want to be with us,” Hinatsuru whispered, her lips kissing away the tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, “What did we do wrong?”
“Nothing,” you sob, “you did nothing wrong, it’s me that is wrong.”
“What is wrong with you?” Makio asked, shoving Hinatsuru out of the way, “Because from my viewpoint you are perfect.”
“I’m not,” you turn your face to bury your head onto the mattress needing to hide, “And one day you will see that and want nothing to do with me. And then what,” your chest heaves, too tired to resist letting it all out, “I will be left all alone.”
“Darling,” Tengen cooed, his hand running up your naked back where your loose shirt had ridden up, “Do you truly believe we would leave you?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“But that is not true, I could never get tired of you!” Suma yelled, pushing Hinatsuru out of the way for her turn. “The way you hold me when I cry, and how you make sure Hinatsuru will buy my favorite food when at the market. The way you make sure that each of us feels included, can’t you see we will never get enough of you?”
Tenge’s hand settled on the flaming skin of your ass, massaging the sore tissue, “If you think for one minute I am ever letting you go then I have failed at making you feel appreciated.” His hand stops at the back of your neck, gently squeezing the column, “Because this is something I could never live without. Your smile, your kindness, your love, your flamboyant attitude, I need all of it.”
His bodyweight presses over you, his long erection settling in between the cheeks of your ass, “Now little one, I am going to show you how you belong to me,” the head of his cock slides down to settle on the outside of your entrance, “After this, there is no question you belong to us do you understand?”
You glace back in shock, watching helplessly as his hips thrust forward, the large head piercing into your tight hole.
A small whimper leaves your throat as the burning stretch nearly becomes too much, he was so fucking big that even with his fingers stretching you earlier there was no way he was going to be able to fit all of it inside you.
“Fuck,” he hissed from above you, his hand braced against your tailbone as he sank into your warmth. “You are so tight.”
Your hands reach out looking for something to hold onto and two warm hands answered your call, their fingers intertwining with yours.
“You are doing so perfect,” Hintsuru hummed, kissing your knuckles. You squeeze down around their hands as hard as you could, your legs trembling as another inch slides inside.
Just when your thought It would all become too much his cock finally kissed the end of your hole. He froze for a few seconds giving your poor pussy time to adjust to his intrusion. This gave Makio just enough time to fulfill her plan.
Manipulating your body she adjusts your arms until your weight was settled onto your hands, your elbows locked and your ass in the air where Tengen was buried to the hilt. With the help of Suma she carefully lifted your body until she could easily slide under you, her mouth now directly under your dripping cunt.
“H-Hey,” you whine, Makio’s pussy now directly under your face, her breasts pressing against your upper thighs, “What are you doing?”
“This,” She groaned, using her fingers to spread open the lips of your pussy and latch onto your throbbing bundle. You nearly fall forward, the combined attack overwhelming.
Tengen, not one to be outdone drew his hips back, his cock slowly withdrawing from your abused hole only to slam back in. The strength of his thrusts had his balls collide with the top of Makio’s head but she did not seem to mind, in fact, it seemed to egg her on, she grew even more aggressive in pleasing you. Her tongue lashed across your clit as she sucked on the tender bud.
The tongue on your cunt vibrated as Makio let out a low groan. Tengen continued to plow into you in a purposeful rhythm, each thrust well aimed to nail the upper part inside your pussy making black spots appear in your vision each time he hit it.
Your fingers dig into the sheets as you hold on for dear life.
“You feel that,” Tengen growled, his cock kissing the end of your hole, “Feel how deep inside you I am?” His hand came down to slap your ass, “This pussy is mine little one, not yours, mine, and if you think you can keep me from this pussy then I will have to fuck you until you are too tired to argue.”
“Tengen,” you sobbed, your head falling forward. Suma shifted forward, her hands giving your head a comfortable place to rest on Makio’s thighs as the pair worked to drive you even higher. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, as the throbbing in your clit started to spread. Your chest grew too tight for you to even breathe.
Tengen kept his movements steady while Makio’s tongue worked wonders on your clit, sucking on the tight bud whole flicking her tongue over the tip. It was not long until your mouth opened into a silent scream, your entire body tense as you come all over Makio’s face, your sweet juices coating her tongue as you convulse.
Makio greedily lapped up the mess as you continued to come on her face, the pleasure too strong to let you relax until another mind-shattering sensation overtook you. This time the tingling spread to your head making the world begging to grow hazy as your breathing stopped. You were sure you were screaming but you could hear nothing over the sound of your own pounding heartbeat.
With the high gone your breathing decreased slightly but Tengen was still going, his fat cock continuing to stretch your clenching hole. You lie there and let him lay his claim, too tired to even speak.
When it almost became too much mercifully his cock started to pulse and seconds later his hot cum began to fill you, leaving no inch uncovered. Only when he was sure every drop had emptied inside you did he pull his hips back, admiring how your gaping hole clenched around nothing, his cum already leaking out.
Makio’s magical tongue gave one last long lick up your slit before she shuffled out from under you. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect your bearings while the world around you spun. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, gently manipulating your body until you were settled on your back.
You did not even jump when a soft tongue began to clean your throbbing sex, lapping away the mess Tengen had created. Another careful pair of hands brought your head into their lap, their fingers tracing the lines of your face. The last pair of hands dragged a warm cloth across your drenched body.
You snuggle into their hold, letting them each care for you in their own unique way. Only when the cloth grew cold and the tongue on your sex stilled did you crack open one eye.
“How are you feeling?” Hinatsuru asked, wringing out the wet cloth into a basin.
“Fuzzy,” you mumble, turning your head to bury your face deeper into Makio’s lap.
“Do you understand now?” Tengen hummed, his callused fingers rubbing across the back of your injured hand. Do you understand how much we love you little one?”
“I-I,” you press your lips together, how could you make them understand what you were thinking. They all knew early in life they would belong to each other forever but they have barely known you for a year.
“I want to,” you whisper, “I want to believe more than anything that you love me.”
You press your thighs together wincing at the ache in your sex, “But I don’t think I will ever be sure of your feelings for me. It is just too good to be true.”
Tengen barked in protest but you continued, “But the one thing I am sure of is my feelings for all of you. The days I was able to spend with all of you were the happiest of my life and I want nothing more than to give you all of my days. I am yours.”
Hinatsuru shot forward her arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. “We love you so much,” she sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder, “And we will spend all of our time making sure you never doubt that.”
Suma joins in on the hug, her body pressing against your back, “I won’t let go until you believe us.” She declared, tightening her arms even more.
Makio laughed, pushing Suma to the side so she could have room to join in, “I think it will be fun to convince you our feelings are permanent, I love a good challenge.”
“Hm,” Tengen’s large hand settled on top of your head, urging it back until his gaze was able to meet yours, “I agree with Makio, getting you to believe us sounds like a very interesting challenge,” he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead, “One I am happy to spend the rest of my life on.”
Warnings/tags:!Some Spoilers from manga!Exhibitionism, reader is bisexual, Poly ship, Oral sex (giving), He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
Being one of the newest demon slayers meant being sent on missions no one else would ever consider. On your way home for a very taxing slaying, you depend on your crow to guide you to the safe house for somewhere to sleep for the night as you were in no condition to defend yourself. Stumbling your way through a dense forest you nearly sobbed when you were able to see the brilliant purple flowers surrounding a familiar mansion.
Barely able to stand let alone walk you use your blade as a cane, hobbling down the dirt trail that opened up to the estate. You wander through the maze of wisteria trees leading to the arched entrance, not having enough energy to stop and admire their beauty.
The stone path to the house was hard to navigate using your sword as a cane, the small gaps in stone trapping your sword when you pressed your weight down. This made the short journey take longer than you wanted to admit.
The mansion ahead was built in the traditional Japanese style letting you see light through the shoji. When you squinted your eyes you could see vague shadows moving around in one of the rooms near the center of the house. You let out a sigh of relief knowing at least someone was still awake to let you in.
When you reach the steps leading into the home you immediately strip off your blood-soiled outer clothing not wanting its stench to get anywhere near the inside of their home. You fight back tears bending down to remove your zori and bandages covering your legs. The rush of surviving another demon has worn off leaving you to feel every cut and bruise marring your skin.
You could hear mumbling inside the home but did not want to yell out your arrival just yet, needing to take a minute to gather your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them.
“Tengen!” A loud feminine voice yells inside the home, “Someone is at the door, are we expecting visitors.”
You could hear nothing else inside the house before the door slammed open revealing the retired Hashira. He was wearing his night robe, his hair free around his face. Despite the pain you smile weakly, happy to see him again, “Sorry for the interruption.” You wince, pressing your hand to the wound on your abdomen, “But I need some assistance.”
Behind him, three pairs of eyes peek around his body. You could hear a quiet gasp as they take in the state of your body. Before Uzui can open his mouth to respond six hands immediately descend onto your body.
“What happened!” Makio yelled, gently poking the blood-soaked bandages around your left arm.
“You look awful, how long have you been out on your own?” Hinatsuru questioned at the same time. Her gentle hands grab ahold of your upper arm and lower back to help you support your weight.
Poor Suma already had fat tears rolling down her cheek, wailing as she fell to her knees to wrap her arms around your waist. You use what little strength you had to pat her on the shoulder and try to reassure all of them.
“I am alright, it looks worse than it really is,” You coo, plastering another weak smile on your face, though you were sure it looked more like a grimace.
Uzui scowled looking unconvinced. He walked over to where the four of you were huddled and crossed his large arms over his chest as he looked down at you with one eye, his other covered by a jeweled patch. You shift your weight under his gaze, ignoring how small you felt around him. He towered over all of you, your head not even coming to the middle of his chest.
He bends, tilting his head as he takes you in, “How long have you been traveling in this condition?”
You cough to clear your throat, “I’m not sure,” you wince at how gruff your voice sounded, “The demon I was sent after was much stronger than was expected.” You gesture to your bloody clothing, “It took a few days to take him down.”
Uzui’s lips lift into a snarl, “If the demon was stronger than your level you should have aborted the mission and had another slayer complete it instead of putting yourself at risk.”
Your gaze falls to the ground, your eyes growing heavy with unshed tears, “I thought I could handle it.”
Soft reassuring words were mumbled around you as his wives tried to bring you comfort but he was right. The second you lost the fight the first time you should have sought reinforcements. If the demon had not slipped on your blood when running towards you there is little chance you would still be on this earth.
He sighed, his shoulders slouching, “I will ready a bed for you for the night,” He turns and enters his home without another word. You bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from letting the tears fall.
“He is just worried about you,” Hinatsuru said, petting your back, “When you left the last time we were all so worried. Every night we made sure to have one of us stay awake in case you were to find your way here again.”
Your heart swells, knowing they cared so much about you was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Your first visit to the retired Sound Hashira’s estate had been much less eventful than tonight. You were returning from a small mission taking out a newly turned demon. Your crow insisted you take the rest of the night off, leading you to the estate. You would have never guessed how one little action could have changed the entire course of your life. The nights you spent with them were some of the best of your life.
Hinatsuru had made sure to cook for you every night, she claimed it was to get your strength up but you were almost positive she enjoyed watching you eat as much as you enjoyed eating her food. When you were not eating Makio was testing you, constantly finding new ways to improve your skills. All the while Suma never left your side, attached to your hip as you explored the estate.
Uzui watched all of this with amusement, even taking the time to show you a few of his own moves when Makio was taking a break. At the end of each day, you all gathered for dinner, telling each other stories and listening to Uzui reminisce about his time in the demon slayer corps.
When dinner had long finished and talking turned into yawns you retired to your room, saying goodnight to your hosts as they filed into their shared room. When you laid your head to sleep you never got any rest, instead, you were blessed with the sounds of rapture emitting from the room next to you.
Makio, always so eager, was usually the first to initiate their lovemaking. Her rough and aggressive nature fell away as she begged her lovers for attention. Suma, so eager to please would answer her calls first, taking the time to bring Makio pleasure while the other two also worked each other up.
After the first round of cries died down it was not long until the entire house filled with moans once more. Uzui, always the overachiever, made sure each of his wives was screaming out his name before he let out his own groans of pleasure.
The first night you were able to resist the temptation to bring your hand down and stroke your needy cock but listening every night for weeks broke down your will to resist until your soft moans started to bled with theirs, making a beautiful symphony.
But when it was all died down and the unique family held each other close you rested alone, the feeling of emptiness suffocating. How you wished someone loved you how they loved each other.
Your days continued as normal, the five of you falling into a schedule leaving little time for you to dwell on your single status but when the time came for you to be called away for another mission you instantly were filled with dread. You did not want to leave the safe paradise you had come to privately call home.
You waited to tell them about your departure until dinner that night, not wanting the last day you had with them to be full of tears. In the morning when it was time to leave the wives helped you pack your bag making sure you had plenty of food and bandages. Makio had even insisted she would come with you to assist but thankfully Suma and Hinatsuru managed to talk her out of that idea.
Saying goodbye was unbearable, they each held you tight in their arms taking the time to say a private goodbye. When it was Uzui’s turn to bring you into his arms he pulled you close, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Do not do anything foolish while you are gone,” he brought his hand around to settle under your chin, “Be sure to return here after you finish this mission.”
You smile, “Is that an order?”
He smirks, squeezing the fat on your cheek, “Yes I, the God of flamboyancy, command you to return to me once your mission is complete. After all, there is still much I must teach you about being flamboyant, you are still only a beginner.”
You laugh bowing slightly, “Oh mighty one your wish is my command.”
They all waited outside the house as you left, only going inside when you were long gone. Three months would pass before you would find your way back to their home covered in blood.
“But he is right,” you mumble, thrusting yourself back into the present, “I should have called for help earlier, the only reason I am even alive right now is that the demon slipped when he ran after me. It was a freak accident that kept me alive not skill.”
Makio laid a punch onto your unbandaged arm, “That is ridiculous! It still took skill to take down a demon. So what it slipped and fell, you still had the mind to use the opening to make your move.”
“She is right!” Suma cried, wiping the tears off her cheeks, “You are a skilled slayer, anyone can see that.”
Hinatsuru hemmed in agreement, “While it was not the best move to pursue a demon much stronger than yourself, it does speak to your skill that you are still alive.”
You slouch your head, “I guess,” you look to the door, “Do you mind if I have a bath before bed I do not want to soil your sheets.”
“Of course,” Hinatsuru gently guided you into their home, the other two following close behind after gathering your belongings.
They each file into the small bathroom, helping you remove the stick bandages as well as the rest of your clothes. You were too tired to care as they removed your clothes until all that was left was the fundoshi they mercifully left in place.
At the sight of the many cuts to your skin Suma once again began to sob, “We should have let Makio go help,” she cried, helping the others gently scrub the dried blood from your skin.
“If the demon was not already dead I would rip its head off with my hands,” Makio growled, scrubbing the skin of your leg aggressively. “How could any being be willing to hurt someone as sweet as you.”
Hinatsuru took to washing your hair, her delicate fingers patiently working out the filth that had gathered in the strands. Your eyelids grow heavy with each soft touch as the women lavished you with attention. Soon each blink was a small battle your head falling forward, too heavy to hold up.
“Don’t fight it,” Hinatsuru gently ordered, letting you rest your back against her chest, “We will take care of you while you rest, you are safe now.”
You weakly bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek, appreciating the care she gave. She brought her own hand up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers to hold them there a moment longer. “Sleep,” she placed her hand back down on your stomach, “we will all be here when you wake up.”
You close your eyes, only for a second but when you open them again you are in a completely new room. Feeling surprisingly warm for your condition you try to lift your upper body and look around the room but a heavy weight on your chest stops you. Squinting you could make out the soft black hair of Suma as she rested her head on your chest. Turing your head to the right you also have another presence behind you. Judging by the length of the hair you were almost positive it was Hinatsuru.
You try to keep your breathing calm, ignoring how your heart pounded against your chest. They were just making sure you were ok that is all, there is nothing weird about this. They do not really want to share a bed with you, this is all just a sweet gesture from friends.
You needed to escape before your thoughts started down a path of no return. Maneuvering out of their hold was nearly impossible. Suma when you started twisting to move down wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around your waist anchoring you in place.
Hinatsuru was no better, her hands were wrapped around your upper arm and tightened with even the slightest movement. There was another hand settled across your hips but the blanket prevented you from making out who it belonged to.
You lift your head to peek over her shoulder and your heart nearly stops. Uzui was lying on his side, his arms resting around Hinatsuru’s waist. You follow the large arm and your heart nearly burst out from your chest. The large warm hand resting on your hips belonged to the retired sound Hashira.
Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly, wheels in your mind moving so fast they created smoke. This could not be happening. You squeeze your eyelids closed trying to rationalize what was happening. This is normal right? You were sure they were just making sure you were alive, after all your wound had looked rather scary.
Yeah, that’s it. They were not cuddling you for pleasure. But that did not mean you could not pretend for a minute? You relax into their hold and for a minute allow yourself to imagine a life where this was your normal.
A soft smile appears on your lips picturing how after every mission you would return to them. Suma would cry when she sees your wounds, taking the time to kiss every one of them insisting it will make you feel better. Hinatsuru would cook for you while Makio finished applying the bandages.
Tengen would watch this all with soft eyes, waiting for them to patch you up before taking you gently into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and listening closely to your recollection of the slaying.
When you all finish dinner you would retreat to bed like you were now only it would not be to sleep. You wonder if Makio would beg you to touch her as she does to Suma, tightening her callused fingers into your hair as she lowers her hips to settle on your face, letting you use your mouth to tease her sweet cunt.
Tengen would join in on the fun, using his thick fingers to stretch your hole open for him while you were distracted smirking as you whine into Makio’s pussy.
Makio would squeeze her delicious thighs around your head while you explored her soft sex, using your nose to tease the engorged bud while your tongue thrusts into her hole, trying to focus as Tengen added yet another finger.
Hinatsuru would join next, bringing her soft fingers around Tengen’s length to pump her hand in time with the fingers in your tight hole watching as he stretches you open.
Suma would rest her head on Tengen’s other shoulder, her own fingers making lazy circles around her engorged clit watching you with fascination.
Only when he was sure you were relaxed enough would Tengen bring the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing into you slowly to give you time to adjust to his girth. When the base of his cock finally settled against your ass he would draw his hips back, watching his slick cock leave before slamming his hips forward his eyes hazy from pleasure.
Your moans would be muffled by Makio now grinding against your tongue, her juices coating your face as Tengen used your tight hole. There was no need for him to use his hand on you as he fucked you senseless, Makio’s eager fingers were already stroking your cock as she rode your face.
They would all watch you fall apart, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your back comes off the bed. Tengen would continue to thrust into, only slowing when his fat cock finally released inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum while Makio convulsed above you.
He would not say in you for too long, his stamina higher than anyone in the room. Poor Hinatsuru was his next victim, her sweet high pitch moans filling the air as Suma cleaned your sloppy hole with her tongue while you recovered from having your world turned upside down.
A soft snore shot you back into reality. Fuck, you bring up one hand to cover your eyes, ashamed about your thoughts. You had no right to think about them like that, they had been nothing but kind to you, spending hours caring for you, feeding you, even clothing you. It was wrong to insert yourself into this complete family.
With renewed will you inch your way out of the entanglement of limbs, slipping down under the blanket where you could leave from the end of the bed. The cool air assaults your skin, your body already too cold from blood loss. Your heart ached, wanting to return to the warm safe cocoon you were in earlier.
You quietly scramble around the house, searching desperately for your soiled clothing. They had to be around here somewhere, you could not go into the freezing night weather wearing only a sheer robe.
You let out a sob of relief when you spot the clothing strung up over embers, clean from the blood that had stained it earlier. You did not deserve their kindness.
You fold the robe, place it on a chair so you can change into your uniform. Putting on the clothes of a demon slayer made it easier to dissociate from the fantasy earlier, it reminded you what your true life was like. You were not a housewife of a retired Hashira, you were an active demon slayer who needed to be on the top of their game.
Gathering your sword from the stand by the door you attach it to the wrap on your hip, ignoring how the added weight placed pressure against the wound on your hip.
Opening the door without making noise was a tricky task, you had to inch it open, sliding through the small opening you made. You push down the grief at leaving, this was for the best, nothing good could come from being around them.
“It is not very flamboyant for a guest to leave without thanking their hosts,” Uzui’s unmistakable voice chided from above.
You spin on your heels looking up to see him perched on the roof, his hand resting on his knee as he crouched. “The girls will be very upset tomorrow when they wake up to find you gone without a word.”
“I-I still need to complete another part of my mission,” you lie, looking down at the ground, “You all looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb your sleep.”
Uzui leaped off the roof landing directly in front of you, “Do not lie to me,” he brings his hand to under your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, “Tell me the real reason you are leaving and I will explain it to the girls when they wake up.”
You open your mouth to give another lie, one more believable but his all-knowing eyes stopped you in your tracks. Nothing you could say except the truth would get you out of this.
“I needed some air,” you finally answer hoping it was enough of the truth to satisfy him.
He stepped in closer, his body blocking out the entire world, “So why did you change back into your uniform and sneak out of the house?”
You try to look away again but his hand held you still, “I want the full truth little slayer.”
“Uzui,” you whisper hoping he will give you mercy, “please let me go.”
“Did it have something to do with your sweet whimpers from earlier?”
Time stands still, your mind racing to understand what he was saying. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he was talking about.
He laughs, “Don’t look so distraught, we all enjoyed listening to you while you had your little fantasy.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you screech, trying to back away from him.
“What a flamboyant dream that must have been to make you moan like that.” A large smile spread across his face. “Were you dreaming us? Imagining how we would each take turns playing with your delicious body making you sing our names over and over until you were too fucked to move?”
“I was not moaning, Uzui, you must have been hearing things”
“Tengen,” He corrects, “I want you to call me Tengen.”
“Tengen,” a shiver runs through your skin saying his first name for the first time, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Ah, little slayer that is the second time you have lied to me,” He points to his ears, “It seems you have forgotten who you are speaking to, lie again and I will have to remind you.”
You grow desperate knowing he can read into every small movement you made, “Tengen, please, I do not want to go down this path.”
“Oh but I do, this is the most interesting thing to happen since my retirement.”
“This is not a game,” you hiss wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to focus on your breathing.
“I know it is not a game,” his eyes soften, “Do you really think we would do all this for just anyone? You are precious to all of us. Suma sobs when you leave waiting by the door for hours hoping maybe you will come back. Makio spends hours training hoping to distract herself until your return. Hinatsuru will retreat to the kitchen, cooking foods she knows you enjoy to have ready in case you come back.”
Your chest squeezing making it hard to breathe, “And you?” you ask before you could stop yourself, “What do you do when I leave?”
He smiles weakly, “wait for your return. Sometimes I will join Makio in training, I have a reputation to uphold after all. Other times I will join Hinatsuru in the kitchen, she has taught me quite a few tricks in the kitchen.”
“Though when we all miss you the most is when we retreat for the night to the bedroom.”
Your breath hitches waiting for him to continue.
“Our lovemaking is not the same without you serenading us with your divine moans from the next room.”
“You could hear me?” you whisper, too entranced by his words to feel embarrassed.
“Yes little slayer, we could hear everything. Every little moan you tried to muffle with the pillow,” he smirks, “ You always gave up hiding it by the end of the night, it was always my favorite part, listening to you find your own pleasure.”
He steps in closer now only inches from you and leans over, his face now directly in front of yours, “If you were in my bed we would play with you for hours, listening to you cry out our names over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak.”
“Then when we are all too tired to move you would rest in our bed warm and safe. This is my dream little slayer, so tell me, what is it your desire?”
He was offering you everything you had ever wanted all you had to do was tell him the truth and yet when you opened your mouth to answer nothing came out.
“Tengen I-”
“You do not have to answer now, take some time to think about what you truly wish for because once we get a taste there is no going back. I will never let you leave my side again little slayer if you agree to become mine.”
He pulls a small bag out of his robe and lifts your hand placing it in your palm, “A small gift for your travels.” He closes your fingers around the bag, “Something to remember us while you are traveling.”
You look longingly behind him where the three others are resting. You did not want them to think you abandoned them.
“Don’t worry I will explain to them why you left,” he releases your hand “The sun is rising so you should be safe to travel but do not push yourself too hard.”
“I won’t,” you mumble, placing the bag into a small pouch on your belt.
You back away from him and bow unable to think of anything to say to show how you were feeling.
“I expect an answer soon,” he orders returning to his boisterous attitude, “and at least one letter a week while you are traveling otherwise I may have to refresh my tracking skills.”
For a second the image of Tengen hunting you filled your mind sending a tingle to your lower stomach, “I promise.” you choke out, your face burning once you realize he most definitely noticed the distraction.
His red eyes gleamed watching you squirm, “I will hold you to that.”
Being one of the newest demon slayers meant being sent on missions no one else would ever consider. On your way home for a very taxing slaying, you depend on your crow to guide you to the safe house for somewhere to sleep for the night as you were in no condition to defend yourself. Stumbling your way through a dense forest you nearly sobbed when you were able to see the brilliant purple flowers surrounding a familiar mansion.
Barely able to stand let alone walk you use your blade as a cane, hobbling down the dirt trail that opened up to the estate. You wander through the maze of wisteria trees leading to the arched entrance, not having enough energy to stop and admire their beauty.
The stone path to the house was hard to navigate using your sword as a cane, the small gaps in stone trapping your sword when you pressed your weight down. This made the short journey take longer than you wanted to admit.
The mansion ahead was built in the traditional Japanese style letting you see light through the shoji. When you squinted your eyes you could see vague shadows moving around in one of the rooms near the center of the house. You let out a sigh of relief knowing at least someone was still awake to let you in.
When you reach the steps leading into the home you immediately strip off your blood-soiled outer clothing not wanting its stench to get anywhere near the inside of their home. You fight back tears bending down to remove your zori and bandages covering your legs. The rush of surviving another demon has worn off leaving you to feel every cut and bruise marring your skin.
You could hear mumbling inside the home but did not want to yell out your arrival just yet, needing to take a minute to gather your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them.
“Tengen!” A loud feminine voice yells inside the home, “Someone is at the door, are we expecting visitors.”
You could hear nothing else inside the house before the door slammed open revealing the retired Hashira. He was wearing his night robe, his hair free around his face. Despite the pain you smile weakly, happy to see him again, “Sorry for the interruption.” You wince, pressing your hand to the wound on your abdomen, “But I need some assistance.”
Behind him, three pairs of eyes peek around his body. You could hear a quiet gasp as they take in the state of your body. Before Uzui can open his mouth to respond six hands immediately descend onto your body.
“What happened!” Makio yelled, gently poking the blood-soaked bandages around your left arm.
“You look awful, how long have you been out on your own?” Hinatsuru questioned at the same time. Her gentle hands grab ahold of your upper arm and lower back to help you support your weight.
Poor Suma already had fat tears rolling down her cheek, wailing as she fell to her knees to wrap her arms around your waist. You use what little strength you had to pat her on the shoulder and try to reassure all of them.
“I am alright, it looks worse than it really is,” You coo, plastering another weak smile on your face, though you were sure it looked more like a grimace.
Uzui scowled looking unconvinced. He walked over to where the four of you were huddled and crossed his large arms over his chest as he looked down at you with one eye, his other covered by a jeweled patch. You shift your weight under his gaze, ignoring how small you felt around him. He towered over all of you, your head not even coming to the middle of his chest.
He bends, tilting his head as he takes you in, “How long have you been traveling in this condition?”
You cough to clear your throat, “I’m not sure,” you wince at how gruff your voice sounded, “The demon I was sent after was much stronger than was expected.” You gesture to your bloody clothing, “It took a few days to take him down.”
Uzui’s lips lift into a snarl, “If the demon was stronger than your level you should have aborted the mission and had another slayer complete it instead of putting yourself at risk.”
Your gaze falls to the ground, your eyes growing heavy with unshed tears, “I thought I could handle it.”
Soft reassuring words were mumbled around you as his wives tried to bring you comfort but he was right. The second you lost the fight the first time you should have sought reinforcements. If the demon had not slipped on your blood when running towards you there is little chance you would still be on this earth.
He sighed, his shoulders slouching, “I will ready a bed for you for the night,” He turns and enters his home without another word. You bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from letting the tears fall.
“He is just worried about you,” Hinatsuru said, petting your back, “When you left the last time we were all so worried. Every night we made sure to have one of us stay awake in case you were to find your way here again.”
Your heart swells, knowing they cared so much about you was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Your first visit to the retired Sound Hashiras estate had been much less eventful than tonight. You were returning from a small mission taking out a newly turned demon. Your crow insisted you take the rest of the night off, leading you to the estate. You would have never guessed how one little action could have changed the entire course of your life. The nights you spent with them were some of the best of your life.
Hinatsuru had made sure to cook for you every night, she claimed it was to get your strength up but you were almost positive she enjoyed watching you eat as much as you enjoyed eating her food. When you were not eating Makio was testing you, constantly finding new ways to improve your skills. All the while Suma never left your side, attached to your hip as you explored the estate.
Uzui watched all of this with amusement, even taking the time to show you a few of his own moves when Makio was taking a break. At the end of each day, you all gathered for dinner, telling each other stories and listening to Uzui reminisce about his time in the demon slayer corps.
When dinner had long finished and talking turned into yawns you retired to your room, saying goodnight to your hosts as they filed into their shared room. When you laid your head to sleep you never got any rest, instead, you were blessed with the sounds of rapture emitting from the room next to you.
Makio, always so eager, was usually the first to initiate their lovemaking. Her rough and aggressive nature fell away as she begged her lovers for attention. Suma, so eager to please would answer her calls first, taking the time to bring Makio pleasure while the other two also worked each other up.
After the first round of cries died down it was not long until the entire house filled with moans once more. Uzui, always the overachiever, made sure each of his wives was screaming out his name before he let out his own groans of pleasure.
The first night you were able to resist the temptation to bring your hand down and stroke your needy cunt but listening every night for weeks broke down your will to resist until your soft moans started to bled with theirs, making a beautiful symphony.
But when it was all died down and the unique family held each other close you rested alone, the feeling of emptiness suffocating. How you wished someone loved you how they loved each other.
Your days continued as normal, the five of you falling into a schedule leaving little time for you to dwell on your single status but when the time came for you to be called away for another mission you instantly were filled with dread. You did not want to leave the safe paradise you had come to privately call home.
You waited to tell them about your departure until dinner that night, not wanting the last day you had with them to be full of tears. In the morning when it was time to leave the wives helped you pack your bag making sure you had plenty of food and bandages. Makio had even insisted she would come with you to assist but thankfully Suma and Hinatsuru managed to talk her out of that idea.
Saying goodbye was unbearable, they each held you tight in their arms taking the time to say a private goodbye. When it was Uzui’s turn to bring you into his arms he pulled you close, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Do not do anything foolish while you are gone,” he brought his hand around to settle under your chin, “Be sure to return here after you finish this mission.”
You smile, “Is that an order?”
He smirks, squeezing the fat on your cheek, “Yes I, the God of flamboyancy, command you to return to me once your mission is complete. After all, there is still much I must teach you about being flamboyant, you are still only a beginner.”
You laugh bowing slightly, “Oh mighty one your wish is my command.”
They all waited outside the house as you left, only going inside when you were long gone. Three months would pass before you would find your way back to their home covered in blood.
“But he is right,” you mumble, thrusting yourself back into the present, “I should have called for help earlier, the only reason I am even alive right now is that the demon slipped when he ran after me. It was a freak accident that kept me alive not skill.”
Makio laid a punch onto your unbandaged arm, “That is ridiculous! It still took skill to take down a demon. So what it slipped and fell, you still had the mind to use the opening to make your move.”
“She is right!” Suma cried, wiping the tears off her cheeks, “You are a skilled slayer, anyone can see that.”
Hinatsuru hemmed in agreement, “While it was not the best move to pursue a demon much stronger than yourself, it does speak to your skill that you are still alive.”
You slouch your head, “I guess,” you look to the door, “Do you mind if I have a bath before bed I do not want to soil your sheets.”
“Of course,” Hinatsuru gently guided you into their home, the other two following close behind after gathering your belongings.
They each file into the small bathroom, helping you remove the stick bandages as well as the rest of your clothes. You were too tired to care as they removed your undergarments leaving you with nothing to hide your nakedness.
At the sight of the many cuts to your skin Suma once again began to sob, “We should have let Makio go help,” she cried, helping the others gently scrub the dried blood from your skin.
“If the demon was not already dead I would rip its head off with my hands,” Makio growled, scrubbing the skin of your leg aggressively. “How could any being be willing to hurt someone as sweet as you.”
Hinatsuru took to washing your hair, her delicate fingers patiently working out the filth that had gathered in the strands. Your eyelids grow heavy with each soft touch as the women lavished you with attention. Soon each blink was a small battle your head falling forward, too heavy to hold up.
“Don’t fight it,” Hinatsuru gently ordered, letting you rest your back against her chest, “We will take care of you while you rest, you are safe now.”
You weakly bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek, appreciating the care she gave. She brought her own hand up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers to hold them there a moment longer. “Sleep,” she placed her hand back down on your stomach, “we will all be here when you wake up.”
You close your eyes, only for a second but when you open them again you are in a completely new room. Feeling surprisingly warm for your condition you try to lift your upper body and look around the room but a heavy weight on your chest stops you. Squinting you could make out the soft black hair of Suma as she rested her head on your chest. Turing your head to the right you also have another presence behind you. Judging by the length of the hair you were almost positive it was Hinatsuru.
You try to keep your breathing calm, ignoring how your heart pounded against your chest. They were just making sure you were ok that is all, there is nothing weird about this. They do not really want to share a bed with you, this is all just a sweet gesture from friends.
You needed to escape before your thoughts started down a path of no return. Maneuvering out of their hold was nearly impossible. Suma when you started twisting to move down wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around your waist anchoring you in place.
Hinatsuru was no better, her hands were wrapped around your upper arm and tightened with even the slightest movement. There was another hand settled across your hips but the blanket prevented you from making out who it belonged to.
You lift your head to peek over her shoulder and your heart nearly stops. Uzui was lying on his side, his arms resting around Hinatsuru’s waist. You follow the large arm and your heart nearly burst out from your chest. The large warm hand resting on your hips belonged to the retired sound Hashira.
Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly, wheels in your mind moving so fast they created smoke. This could not be happening. You squeeze your eyelids closed trying to rationalize what was happening. This is normal right? You were sure they were just making sure you were alive, after all your wound had looked rather scary.
Yeah, that’s it. They were not cuddling you for pleasure. But that did not mean you could not pretend for a minute? You relax into their hold and for a minute allow yourself to imagine a life where this was your normal.
A soft smile appears on your lips picturing how after every mission you would return to them. Suma would cry when she sees your wounds, taking the time to kiss every one of them insisting it will make you feel better. Hinatsuru would cook for you while Makio finished applying the bandages.
Tengen would watch this all with soft eyes, waiting for them to patch you up before taking you gently into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and listening closely to your recollection of the slaying.
When you all finish dinner you would retreat to bed like you were now only it would not be to sleep. You wonder if Makio would beg you to touch her as she does to Suma, tightening her callused fingers into your hair as she lowers her hips to settle on your face, letting you use your mouth to tease her sweet cunt.
Tengen would join in on the fun, using his thick fingers to stretch your hole open for him while you were distracted, smirking as you whine into Makio’s pussy.
Makio would squeeze her delicious thighs around your head as you explore her soft sex, using your nose to tease the engorged bud while your tongue thrusts into her hole, trying to focus as Tengen added yet another finger.
Hinatsuru would join next, bringing her soft fingers around Tengen’s length to pump her hand in time with the fingers in your tight hole watching as he stretches you open.
Suma would rest her head on Tengen’s other shoulder, her own fingers making lazy circles around her engorged clit, watching you with fascination.
Only when he was sure you were relaxed enough would Tengen bring the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing into you slowly to give you time to adjust to his girth. When the head of his cock kissed the end of your hole he would draw his hips back, watching his slick cock leave before slamming his hips forward his eyes hazy from pleasure.
Your moans would be muffled by Makio now grinding against your tongue, her juices coating your face as Tengen used your tight hole. There was no need for him to use his hand on you as he fucked you senseless, Makio’s eager fingers were already stroking your clit as she rode your face.
They would all watch you fall apart, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your back comes off the bed. Tengen would continue to thrust into, only slowing when his fat cock finally released inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum while Makio convulsed above you.
He would not say in you for too long, his stamina higher than anyone in the room. Poor Hinatsuru was his next victim, her sweet high pitch moans filling the air as Suma cleaned your sloppy cunt with her tongue, letting you recover from having your world turned upside down.
A soft snore shot you back into reality. Fuck, you bring up one hand to cover your eyes, ashamed about your thoughts. You had no right to think about them like that, they had been nothing but kind to you, spending hours caring for you, feeding you, even clothing you. It was wrong to insert yourself into this complete family.
With renewed will you inch your way out of the entanglement of limbs, slipping down under the blanket where you could leave from the end of the bed. The cool air assaults your skin, your body already too cold from blood loss. Your heart ached, wanting to return to the warm safe cocoon you were in earlier.
You quietly scramble around the house, searching desperately for your soiled clothing. They had to be around here somewhere, you could not go into the freezing night weather wearing only a sheer robe.
You let out a sob of relief when you spot the clothing strung up over embers, clean from the blood that had stained it earlier. You did not deserve their kindness.
You fold the robe, place it on a chair so you can change into your uniform. Putting on the clothes of a demon slayer made it easier to dissociate from the fantasy earlier, it reminded you what your true life was like. You were not a housewife of a retired Hashira, you were an active demon slayer who needed to be on the top of their game.
Gathering your sword from the stand by the door you attach it to the wrap on your hip, ignoring how the added weight placed pressure against the wound on your hip.
Opening the door without making noise was a tricky task, you had to inch it open, sliding through the small opening you made. You push down the grief at leaving, this was for the best, nothing good could come from being around them.
“It is not very flamboyant for a guest to leave without thanking their hosts,” Uzui unmistakable voice chided from above.
You spin on your heels looking up to see him perched on the roof, his hand resting on his knee as he crouched. “The girls will be very upset tomorrow when they wake up to find you gone without a word.”
“I-I still need to complete another part of my mission,” you lie, looking down at the ground, “You all looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb your sleep.”
Uzui leaped off the roof landing directly in front of you, “Do not lie to me,” he brings his hand to under your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, “Tell me the real reason you are leaving and I will explain it to the girls when they wake up.”
You open your mouth to give another lie, one more believable but his all-knowing eyes stopped you in your tracks. Nothing you could say except the truth would get you out of this.
“I needed some air,” you finally answer hoping it was enough of the truth to satisfy him.
He stepped in closer, his body blocking out the entire world, “So why did you change back into your uniform and sneak out of the house?”
You try to look away again but his hand held you still, “I want the full truth little slayer.”
“Uzui,” you whisper hoping he will give you mercy, “please let me go.”
“Did it have something to do with your sweet whimpers from earlier?”
Time stands still, your mind racing to understand what he was saying. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he was talking about.
He laughs, “Don’t look so distraught, we all enjoyed listening to you while you had your little fantasy.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you screech, trying to back away from him.
“What a flamboyant dream that must have been to make you moan like that.” A large smile spread across his face. “Were you dreaming us? Imagining how we would each take turns playing with your breedable body making you sing our names over and over until you were too fucked to move?”
“I was not moaning, Uzui, you must have been hearing things”
“Tengen,” He corrects, “I want you to call me Tengen.”
“Tengen,” a shiver runs through your skin saying his first name for the first time, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Ah little slayer that is the second time you have lied to me,” He points to his ears, “It seems you have forgotten who you are speaking to, lie again and I will have to remind you.”
You grow desperate knowing he can read into every small movement you made, “Tengen, please, I do not want to go down this path.”
“Oh but I do, this is the most interesting thing to happen since my retirement.”
“This is not a game,” you hiss wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to focus on your breathing.
“I know it is not a game,” his eyes soften, “Do you really think we would do all this for just anyone? You are precious to all of us. Suma sobs when you leave waiting by the door for hours hoping maybe you will come back. Makio spends hours training hoping to distract herself until your return. Hinatsuru will retreat to the kitchen, cooking foods she knows you enjoy to have ready in case you come back.”
Your chest squeezing making it hard to breathe, “And you?” you ask before you could stop yourself, “What do you do when I leave?”
He smiles weakly, “wait for your return. Sometimes I will join Makio in training, I have a reputation to uphold after all. Other times I will join Hinatsuru in the kitchen, she has taught me quite a few tricks in the kitchen.”
“Though when we all miss you the most is when we retreat for the night to the bedroom.”
Your breath hitches waiting for him to continue.
“Our lovemaking is not the same without you serenading us with your divine moans from the next room.”
“You could hear me?” you whisper, too entranced by his words to feel embarrassed.
“Yes little slayer, we could hear everything. Every little moan you tried to muffle with the pillow,” he smirks, “ You always gave up hiding it by the end of the night, it was always my favorite part, listening to you find your own pleasure.”
He steps in closer now only inches from you and leans over, his face now directly in front of yours, “If you were in my bed we would play with you for hours, listening to you cry out our names over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak.”
“Then when we are all too tired to move you would rest in our bed warm and safe. This is my dream little slayer, so tell me, what is it your desire?”
He was offering you everything you had ever wanted all you had to do was tell him the truth and yet when you opened your mouth to answer nothing came out.
“Tengen I-”
“You do not have to answer now, take some time to think about what you truly wish for because once we get a taste there is no going back. I will never let you leave my side again little slayer if you agree to become mine.”
He pulls a small bag out of his robe and lifts your hand placing it in your palm, “A small gift for your travels.” He closes your fingers around the bag, “Something to remember us while you are traveling.”
You look longingly behind him were the three others are resting. You did not want them to think you abandoned them.
“Don’t worry I will explain to them why you left,” he releases your hand “The sun is rising so you should be safe to travel but do not push yourself too hard.”
“I won’t,” you mumble, placing the bag into a small pouch on your belt.
You back away from him and bow unable to think of anything to say to show how you were feeling.
“I expect an answer soon,” he orders returning to his boisterous attitude, “and at least one letter a week while you are traveling otherwise I may have to refresh my tracking skills.”
For a second the image of Tengen hunting you filled your mind sending a tingle to your lower stomach, “I promise.” you choke out, your face burning once you realize he most definitely noticed the distraction.
His red eyes gleamed watching you squirm, “I will hold you to that.”
Everything is x Black reader, unless specified otherwise.
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A humbling Experience - You always seem to get off on tormenting Katsuki, And he’s always found himself being the bigger person . But when you go too far during a group project he decides he’s done being the bigger person, He’ll have to knock you off your high horse.
Unpleasent suprise-You home alone on a Saturday night, bored out of your mind -unluckily for you someone’s about to make it a lot more interesting .
What A Time- You and Izuku Midoriya had betrothed yourselves to each other as young lovers before he left U. A . Upon Your estranged lover’s return he discovers that you’ve moved on.
The sounds of toman-Headcanons to drabbles of what the Tokyo manji men sound like in bed.
Helping hand -You’re Angry’s first serious girlfriend, and He just cant seem to figure out how to get you off, but luckily for him His big brother has his back.
Slow night-You reluctantly accept a private dance from a strange man to make a little extra money during a slow night at your club. You have no idea that he’s one of the most wanted men In Osaka…or that he’s taking a liking to the cute little foreign dancer at his favorite club.
The way your name fell from his lips made you shudder, you understood his work as a Hashira but these long missions always took a toll on your poor heart. Yet here he was, your strong handsome husband holding you in his arms while moaning your name as your rode his impressive and needy cock. He almost never asked for sex, you would always just ask for his touch when you were incredibly needy but tonight when he returned from his mission he practically begged for it in the softest tone he could muster, now he laid back holding your hips as your weeping pussy milked out every drop of his cum. You whined to the wide stretch of your walls as your loving husband filled you, leaning forward your breasts pressed against his chiseled chest while you stole a kiss. He moaned against your soft lips, a single hand cupping your cheek, his touch made your heart race.
“(Y/n), my love, my muse, my everything. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you, I’ve missed you so much.”, Gyomei sighed pressing kisses to your neck. His large hands roamed your body taking in every detail to repaint the picture he had of you in his mind. So beautiful, no doubt everyone else was envious of him for having you as his loving loyal wife. Your cunt fluttered against his thick member, his words made you so happy and wet, he made you feel so good. Your sweet moans greeted his ears making him smile, he pleased you so well that you couldn’t help but cry out to let him know. The pad of his middle finger touched your swollen clit making you tense up around him, you were sensitive from the stretch of your walls but Gyomei wanted to make you drunk with pleasure that only he could provide you. Red stained his face with each kiss you gave him, his body was hot from all the affection you were giving him but the blind man wanted more.
“Yes Gyomei, fill me up. I’ve missed the heat of your seed inside me, this past two months without you were miserable. I’ve missed you so much. Please fill me my love.”, you begged softly bouncing your hips desperately.
The large Hashira smiled at you before grabbing your hips and pushing you down to the hilt of his cock, you whined as the head of his swollen cock rubbed your special spot inside. He changed positions gently laying you on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist as you reached up to cup his cheeks. “I love you so much Gyomei.”, you purred receiving a tender kiss to the palm of your right hand.
His fingers laced with yours by the sides of your head, his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, and his hips began to plunge into you. The strange symphony of skin and skin, moans, and declarations of love quickly filled the candle lit room. Gyomei was so passionate with each thrust he made into your wet pussy. You could feel his cock twitching with its impending release and begged for it inside. You wanted to start his family, you wanted to bless him with a child so he had more of a reason to come home from his missions.
“Inside Gyo, please release it inside my love.”, you begged tears falling from your eyes from the overstimulation to your inner walls.
“Anything for you my love, If that is what you wish then I’ll gladly fulfill it.”, Gyomei smiled softly readjusting your legs so he could have full access to your deepest parts. With your knees now by your head the raven haired man leaned in for another wet kiss tangling his tongue in yours, the front balls of his feet buried into the futon allowing him just the right leverage to fuck your womb. Your toes curled, your moans became pleasant screams, and your pussy are up his thick veiny cock with each thrust he made into your small body.
“My beautiful wife.”, he sighed kissing the side of your head.
Your slick coated his cock allowing it to plunge into you easily, your toes curled against his shoulders but he could merely chuckle at the sensation against his skin.
“Y-yes Gyomei don’t stop.”, you trembled.
He moaned your name, his heavy balls pulsate against your ass as he begins to release thick ropes of creamy cum into your awaiting womb. You moan loudly as your whole body reacts to the almost forgotten feeling of his seed filling you, and yet it’s not enough for Gyomei. He continues to rut his hips into you through his orgasm making you squeal and cry as your body burns from the pleasurable heat. He’s groaning against your ear with each of his final thrusts enjoying the way your walls suck him in despite the intense stretch they just endured. Once you’ve both settled, you both pant for air. Gyomei is careful not to squish you under his weight and shifts onto his back keeping you on his chest as his half hard cock keeps his seed inside of you.
“The night is still young my love shall we continue? Or are you satisfied?”, he hums kissing your plump lips.
You cup his cheek, returning the kiss and lazily roll your hips against him until you feel his cock hardening up inside of your walls. His pretty wife deserved only the best.
Look at that gentle giant tell me you would not want to have his babies
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
-This giant teddy bear cannot see sadly so the least he could do was hug and praise you till you fell asleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
You: *Add anything*
Gyomei: Your hands, they’re so small in comparison to his
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
-He might use it as lube.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
-This saint ain’t no angel when it comes to breeding, he wants kids so badly that he fucks you raw.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
-He does know the basics, like prepping and where to pleasure his s/o but he doesn’t know anything else
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl
Reverse Missionary
Chair sit
69
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s serious, he doesn’t want to screw up his first time
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s well groomed down there
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Soft and sensual, he knows he’s big and doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I don’t think he even knows what jacking off is, sure he does know about the basics in sex but he overall doesn’t know what’s the purpose of it. He sees it as a way to be messy
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bondage
Praise
Breeding
BDSM
Orgasm Control
Teasing
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Private spaces
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
-It takes a while for him to get motivated, but if there’s one things that might actually work on him is teasing him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Bodily fluids (except for cum)
Degradation
Slapping
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s both when it comes to oral, he likes to eat you out but at the same time he wants you to suck on his cock
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual, again he fears that he might hurt you so he tries his best to not go too hard
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He has mixed feelings about them
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
No, he hates being seen getting fucked in public, cause he’s blind and he can’t see who’s coming.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Around 5-6 rounds, 4 if you tease him.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any toys sadly
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t like to tease you, he hates to hear you cry so
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s very quiet, he wants to hear your moans clearly
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He likes when you praise him, he may be as tough as a rock but he needs to be complimented too
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
10 inches (for a big guy like him, he needs a big dick-)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s not very high sadly.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Even though he’s blind he waits for you to fall asleep first then he does to sleep.
How the Pillars would react to you getting “stuck”
Warnings: contains smut, therefore no Muichiro
A/N: lol I’m trying a new “heading” format and idk how to feel. Anyways this is your classic p0rn trope of someone getting stuck in a very…awkward position and oops well…
Word count so y’all know what you’re getting into:6.6k
This is a female reader!! I am more than welcome to the idea of making this again with a male reader if anyone would like me to!
building a monster energy gun with tengen (GONE WRONG!!)
tengen x fem reader smut (pic creds to @/ringorenji88 on twt)
synopsis: just another tengen x reader except he’s a quirky art kid and you help him build a monster energy gun but of course this mess wouldn’t be complete without it becoming anti-child friendly, now would it? word count:6.5k tags/warnings: modern+college au, crack+smut treated seriously, squirting, cervix fucking, rough oral and rough sex, say goodbye to your walking abilities, #AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES notes:i want tengen as a discord mod to throw a monster energy can at me. that’s all. (MINORS DNI, MORE UNDER CUT!)
Tengen’s love was wild and tainted. It consumed you and your whole being until there was nothing left until it was just him. You loved him through it all. The wild dares to sit on the hood of a car while speeding down deserted streets; lavish rooftop parties that end up with you fucking Tengen in the alleyway; cops pulling up in the middle of the night to stop your screaming matches; especially the passionate makeup sex; that he holds you close to his body. The “ ‘m sorry baby’ ” he would mutter over and over in your ear.
He excited you, bringing something new to the table, as you watched him, head lulling to the side on the mattress, as he just snorted a line off your brown asscheek. “It’s an experience we both love babydoll,” he would tell you at one point, persuading you to try some of the drugs that he was taking. You were blind to it all. No matter how Tengen would drag you down, you didn’t care, because you were in love. No matter how many times you saw the signs that you weren’t just the only one, it didn’t matter, because you were addicted. Addicted to his love, his lifestyle. That is, until you realized that your love alone was not enough for him.
As you approached Tengen’s sleek corvette, which was parked at the end of your street, the lone lamppost cast a warm glow on the car. "Get in, we need to talk.“ He nodded towards the passenger seat. Suddenly, the image of him leaving you strung out on the bathroom floor flashes through your mind. In your own vomit, shaking from withdrawals. If it wasn’t for gyomei stopping by, you would’ve been dead right now. “There’s nothing to talk about ten. I haven’t seen you in two months–you left me to– ”
"Baby, I’m sorry. If you let me make it up to you then you’ll see.“ He rubbed his nose. "Get clean ten. then maybe I’ll believe you. ”
“ ’m gonna get help–I am getting help baby. Please just get in so we can talk.” He reaches out the window just to touch the tips of your fingers, just to feel you. “Tomorrow, Giyu is checking me into rehab. I just wanted to see you before I leave.”
You didn’t want to, but that was all it took before you found yourself, breathing, fogging up his windows. His nails making crescent moons on your flesh, as he sucks in a breath. He moved your hips slowly and passionately. “I’m so sorry I left you, baby,” the soft palps echoed in the cramped space. His car was rocked by a thud from your hand as his hip jerked upwards. "I was so scared. forgive me” whimpering in his ear, Tengen traps your arms behind your back as he plants his feet firmly on the car floor. He watches as your tittys bounce in his face. He couldn’t help but latch onto one. It was impossible to finish sentences when your orgasm tore into you. the same time, Tengen’s warm load also filled you up at the same time. While you laid your head on his sweaty chest, trying to catch your breath. He had you wrapped around his finger without even realizing it.
