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peachdues · 3 days
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STRESS RELIEF — TEASER
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Anyways, Stress Relief (my Sanemi-gets-topped one-shot), is next up on my completion list — so have a sneak peek!
I love writing from Sanemi’s POV
CW: none really for this snippet • Sanemi trying to be a good malewife and Reader not having it • this fic will be highly NSFW though so MDNI
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Sanemi had seen his girlfriend in various states of being, and he prided himself not only on being to identify what mood she was in, but how best to handle her when she was in said mood.
If she was sad, Sanemi knew she needed comfort, but enough space to not feel suffocated.
When she was angry, Sanemi knew she needed to vent, so he would put aside anything that could distract him in order to give her his full, undivided attention.
When she was sleepy, Sanemi had come to accept Y/N would never willingly put herself in bed, instead preferring to be babied. After several rounds of him telling her to go to bed and Y/N lazily insisting she was not sleepy, and was “one hundred percent awake,” she would invariably fall asleep wherever she had managed to park her ass. So Sanemi would gently gather her into his arms and carry her back to their shared bed, taking care to ensure her phone was plugged in so she wouldn’t miss her alarm come morning.
But when Y/N was stressed?
Sanemi knew to stay the fuck out of her way.
In stark contrast to himself, Sanemi’s girlfriend was not a hot-tempered person by default. Nor was she meek by any means; rather, she was quick to laugh, and an all-around easygoing woman.
However, all that calm rationality went right out the fucking window whenever she was under immense pressure, just as she was now.
Y/N was currently studying for her licensing exam. Apparently, seven years of schooling was still not enough for her to advance in her field if she didn’t pass some stupid national exam that re-tested her on everything she had already demonstrated competency in while at school. Personally, Sanemi thought it was just another excuse to make money off the poor saps who had the misfortune of pursuing her chosen career.
For the past three weeks, Y/N had lived, breathed, and (not) slept for the exam. Sanemi found himself having to constantly remind his girl to eat, stretch, take care of her basic necessities. If she wasn’t clacking away on her keyboard as she made color-coordinated outlines, she was watching review videos, and if she wasn’t watching review videos, she was handwriting flashcards until her body finally gave into its exhaustion and she slumped over at her desk.
Last week, she’d been up so late studying that Sanemi had fallen asleep before he could drag her ass to bed. When he had finally jerked himself awake well after midnight and realized that his girlfriend’s warm body was not cuddled up next to him in their bed, he had found his girlfriend in their tiny living room, still at her desk.
Y/N’s head had been resting on her upper arm and her eyes were closed, but still clutched in her hand was her pen, twitching against the paper of her open notebook. When Sanemi had moved to gently pluck the pen from her loose grip, he had peered down to see scratchy and disjointed inky lines on the paper, he had realized that her hand had continued to move even well after she had lost consciousness, as though taking notes had become mere muscle memory.
The sight had made Sanemi’s heart clench, and he felt an inexplicable urge to lock her in bed for a day just to let her rest. Sanemi knew she was doing this so they could have a better life, together, but he hated to see her put so much pressure on herself. He had thought himself smart for deliberately leaving Y/N’s phone — and thus, her alarm — in the living room, discarded between the cushions of the couch (“so it won’t bother me,” she had snapped when he’d raised his eyebrows in question at her earlier). He even thought she would be grateful to him for letting her sleep in.
What a stupid, naive fucking notion that had been.
Because when Y/N had shot up in bed the next morning, disoriented with her hair in a wild, tangled mess, and she saw sunlight streaming through the window, she promptly freaked the fuck out.
“Do you want me to fail?” She cried, storming around their room, digging frantically through a pile of her clothes as she hunted for a pair of leggings to pull over her bare legs.
“You’re not going to fail because you slept an extra fuckin’ hour,” Sanemi groaned from his place in bed, dragging a hand down his tired face. “You’re gonna run yourself ragged if you don’t take care of yourself. You need sleep, babe.”
She let out a derisive laugh, a slightly crazed look in her eye. “I’ll sleep when I pass this stupid test or when I’m dead. Whichever’s first.”
For the rest of the day, Y/N had been snippy, huffing at every slight noise Sanemi had dared to make. She’d only grown more and more irritated as the night went on, and when he had sighed at the prospect of cooking dinner, she lost it.
“Can you stop breathing so god damned loudly?” She snapped, throwing her pen down in annoyance as she whipped around in her chair to glare at him.
Sanemi stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but he’d never been one to keep calm and cool, so he bit right back.
“I’m sorry that I’m just here, existing, and tryin’ to fuckin take care of ya, Princess. My mistake.”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “And I’m trying to make sure I get my damn license so I can take care of you,” she simpered right back at him, anger swimming in her eyes. “But I guess that doesn’t fucking matter, does it? No!”
A blush began to creep up Y/N’s neck, a telltale sign she was about to start yelling. “No! Because you think taking care of me means not letting me focus or hiding my phone so that i don’t hear my alarms so I can’t wake up on time, and if I can’t wake up on time, I can’t study for as long as I need to, and if I can’t study I. Won’t. Fucking. Pass!” Her voice had become shrill by the time she stopped for a breath, chest heaving.
Sanemi watched her for a long moment as she caught her breath. “Are you done?”
In the span of a nanosecond, Y/N went from an angry, possessed-looking harpy to a sniffling, teary mess. She slumped back down into her desk chair, lower lip trembling pathetically as she tried and failed to hold in a hopeless wail.
“Okay, okay.” Sanemi murmured, moving across the room to kneel next to his sobbing girlfriend, feeling a slight sting of guilt as he watched her shoulders curl in on themselves under the weight of the pressure she undoubtedly felt.
He had spent the night trying to console her, though without much success. She had alternated between despairing over “the impending doom of her failure” and hiccuping angrily at him for continuing to distract her.
Nonetheless, everything about their future was currently riding on Y/N passing her upcoming exam in a month’s time and his girlfriend was currently one belt-loop snag on a door handle from a full fucking meltdown.
So Sanemi knew the best thing he could do was to steer clear and leave her to her own devices. He could do that for her.
But god damn if the sight of her ass in those shorts wasn’t killing him.
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sluttysanemi · 7 hours
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what if, hypothetically, sanemi needs you to jack himself off????
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YOU.
a/n: coming back w my sanemi content w esha's ask cuz shes my gorgeous, gorgeous girl whos jst a sweetie pie
c/w: smut, handjobs, sanemi is obsessed w u lol
He can't do it.
 His palm is so rough. 
He craves the soft, warmth of your hand. How your fingertips slide and caress his delicate veins. The way your thumb wandered over his bulbous tip, as pre-gathered, and traveled across his shaft. 
He became desperate thinking about it.
It was late in the night. He felt himself stir awake, as his shaft abruptly jerked within the thin material of his boxers. Pulsing. His erection heavy and needy. His body became immensely eager. 
He glances at your sleeping physique, his cheeks heated. His chest heaved, flowing unevenly 
You looked delectable, he thought, sinking his teeth to his lower lip. Vile thoughts swiftly clouded his mind. He pondered the supple feel of your body, the sounds you'd emit as he traveled his hands over the delicate regions of your body. 
He shouldn't wake you, he reasoned. He shouldn't be so selfish. 
So he attempted to relieve himself, gently palming his hand against the rigid bulge of his boxers. He tried to recite it precisely, the way you would. 
Nevertheless, it wasn't the same. 
And he knew he couldn't bring himself back to sleep. 
So, he acted selfishly. 
Climbing himself on top of you, he gently kisses at your neck, striving to stir you awake. Heavy rushes of his breath rolled from his lips, gliding across your flesh.. 
You shortly awoke. Slowly adjusting your sight, you could feel his body's desperation. The stiff swell of his arousal pressing against you. 
He soon excuses himself as he whispers lovingly into your ear.
“I’m sorry baby– fuck.. I didn't mean to wake ya’ i’m just...”, His breath came forward shakily. “I just really need you, sweet thing.. please?”
You gaze at him wistfully. His pleas awakened you slightly. You nod subtly, as you watch Sanemi pull his eager cock from the tight confines of his briefs. It stood upright, as pearly beads of pre trailed.
You wrap your fingers around the base, prompting a desperate gasp from Sanemi's lips. You could feel him quiver and throb keenly. 
You begin to pump, your fingertips caressing the prominent veins. Your thumb skimmed along the underside of his dick. 
He shouldn't be that excited. So eager. Yet he couldn't help it. 
He struggled to contain his eager whines and groans as his body was overcome with ecstasy. He felt like a hound in heat. 
He bit his lower lip, grasping the sheets and watched your fingers glide over his tender cock. 
He loved how you caressed him. Nobody could have made him feel the way you do. 
He couldn’t pleasure himself. He could only truly feel good beneath your hands. But he didn’t care.
All he could think of was your touch, as he eagerly rocked his hips against your hand. He was driven to reach the height of pleasure. The thrill of bliss. 
“That’s it– That’s it. Fuck– I need it. I n–need it.”, He babbled incoherently, his hips ruthlessly striking against your fingertips. 
He saw stars. The Sacred Gates of Nirvana. And it was all you. 
Your touch.
Your caress. 
Your body. 
He was feeling phenomenal, his thoughts obscured with you. His body tightened, and his thighs trembled humbly. 
You were exceptional at providing him pleasure. He couldn't be more thrilled. 
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8mitsurikanroji8 · 9 months
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𝒦𝓃𝓎 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈
ɪɴꜰᴏ : ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼
𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰. 𝘡𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶. 𝘐𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘔𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 . 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪 . 𝘖𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘪 . 𝘎𝘪𝘺𝘶 . 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰 . 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘶.
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𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡
. Not obvious at all ?
. He’s a sweatheart to everyone he meets ahem Tanjiro effect?
. Blushes whenever you get close ><
. Would offer moments with you
. “Y/n want to eat together ?” “Y/n want to train together?” “Y/n want to take a stroll” etc
. You think nothing of it but for him his heart beats fast and is comforted by these actions
. Doesn’t realize he has a crush on you
. Just thinks you have an amazing personality that draws him in
. It’s just that, right ?
. He finally gets the hint when you guys were alone on a stroll catching the sunset. He caught himself staring at you while smiling as you stood and watched the sun fall, painting the sky orange
. His face goes RED when he realizes ><
. He turns away trying to calm himself down
. You notice, concerned, you take your hand and put it on his face thinking he has a fever
. Faces is literally fire
. Other than that you don’t really realize his feelings for you as he seems to be the same. Only asking for more time with you and more blushing but your mind waves it off
. Little do you know he stares at you while your mind is adrift thinking
. His heart beats fast and his eyes soften
. Yep. He likes you.
𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡
. Now this one you KNOW [ Sorta ]
. I mean he ask you to marry him only 2 minutes in meeting for the first time
. “YOURE THE PRETTIEST GIRL I HAVE EVER MET. PLEASE MARRY ME!”
. You are dumbfounded with his open admiration
. A little flatter? Yes. Caught off guard ? 100%
. Soon within getting to know him you learn of his lovely dovey personality
. Realizing he is like this with every girl you push aside his comments of marriage and admiration
. I mean he would say that to any one, right ?
. Wrong [ also right tho >< ]
. He would say this to almost every girl he’s met
. But after you ? Oh honey
. You don’t realize how he’s actually fallen for you. Deeply
. Follows you around like a duck
. Someone criticize you [ Even if it’s just critiquing so you know what to work on ]
. That person will not hear the end of it
. “Y/N IS THE BEST PERSON EVER AND IS THE GREATEST DEMON SLAYER SO YOU SHUT UP!”
. Cringey ? Mhm. Cute ? A little.
. If you use sweet words to him [ You mostly say them to everyone tho ] like “honey” “sweetie” “cutie” “sweetheart”
. What color do you want your wedding bouquet?
. He’s planning it all
𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 ⋆˙⟡♡
. You don’t know and neither does he ._.
.”FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW. LETS SEE WHO WINS!”
. That’s something you will never hear the end of
. He has no idea about what a crush is nor love
. He just thinks you’re a good fighter and wants to fight you whenever he can
. And you just think he’s being his normal weird self :)
. You don’t mind it [ usually ]
. He likes to eat with you
. If you both are heading to a mission and forget to pack yourself food
. He will eat his infront of you and say
. “HAHA IDIOT”
. You roll your eyes ignoring him
. Suddenly his food is being shoved down your throat no comment added
. You better not ask about it
. Your ears won’t be able to handle anymore of his yelling blabber
. But you take his action to heart and enjoy it
. His face is a bit pink
. BUT only because his boar head is warm, right ?
. Sureeee ._.
𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡
. Who are you again ?
. Oh right. The one who gives him the hebegebees
. Jkjkjk
. well
. He’s too lost in the clouds to realize his feelings for you or even realize you’re the only one who’s company doesn’t annoy him or pushes away
. And you don’t realize because his vocabulary is just so grand
. “Mhm” “No” “Yes “I believe so” “What did you say?” “I assume” “Could be” “I have no opinion”
. You tag along him to the point where others know
. “Oh there’s Muichiro. Y/n must be near”
. And vice versa
. He doesn’t realize how close together you guys alway are
. When you’re away on a mission he finds himself with a unfamiliar feelings
. Oh you’re back! Never mind the feeling is gone nothing to worry about !
. You just like his character and enjoy spending time with him
. He won’t realize but he thinks the same
. And more ><
. Both of these are unaware to you and him
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡
. Oh boy
. You may be strong both physically and mentally
. You’re enduring both his need to constantly train and his vicious tongue
. You most likely match his adittuide
. Oh he’s got something to say? So do you
. Everyone believes he HATES you
. I mean he does insult you and always wants to fight
. Poor guy doesn’t know what it is he’s feeling
. He didn’t really see romantic love in his childhood
. So he just stuffs those fast heart beat, pink cheeks and fuzzy feeling deep down and try’s to ignore it
. He doesn’t realize but one of the reason he always want to spear with you is because you guys spend close time together
. Also because he’s Sanemi
. And you being you, you don’t mind and take it as another challenge to conquer
𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡
. You talk and he doesn’t
. Perfect match <3
. Here goes another damage one !
. His love language is definitely quality time
. You’re eating ? Under [ or up ] a tree? Simply walking around the garden ?
. Oh look there he is too!
. He definitely catches on to his physical and emotional reactions to you
. And you just thinks you guys are the closets of friends !
. You guys always seem to travel together
. Even in your free time you are found with him strolling around a village together
. Some one insults you?
. You’ll just ignore it and move on
. He doesn’t. Pray for that person.
. Kaburamaru seems to have also found a fondness for you
. He may be jealous of that fact
𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡
. You don’t know what the others are talking about
. Giyu is lovely to talk to !
. He may be one of your favorite hasira to spend time with ♡
. He’s gentle and kind spoken [ with his little use of words ]
. He pays for your meals no matter how hard you insist and listen to you ramble for hours on end with no sign of annoyence
. Why would the others hate him?
. He’s like this with everyone, right ?
. Oh honey.
. You take these actions as part of his character, while he assume he act this way because of his admiration for you being so nice to him !
. I mean you are one of the few who do talk to him without insult
. It never clicks for him what the feeling really is
. That’s until one day
. [ Shinobu ] “Good evening Tomioka”
. [ Giyu ] “Evening Shinobu”
. [ Shinobu ] “You look as bland and boring as ever. How are you”
. [ Giyu ] *no answer*
. [ Shinobu ] “I must say without your little friend you somehow appear more dull. It is odd to catch a moment with you two apart”
. [ Giyu ] *nothing*
. [ Shinobu ] *Giggles* “It’s almost like you two are in a romantic relationship with how close you are.”
. His heart stops with that comment
. And his brain finally realize the feeling
. I mean he’s never felt this way before ♡
. His eyes trail off and soften, catching Shinobu attention
. [ Shinobu ] *Giggles* “ I was only just kidding. It’s not like someone like Y/n could admire your dull personality”
. Oh. Right.
𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 ⋆˙⟡♡
. “YOU ARE ONE SKILLED SLAYER” “I ADMIRE YOUR TECHNIQUES” “GREAT JOB” “YOU HAVE INCREDIBLE SKILLS” “WONDERFUL WORK”
. He praises you non stop
. I mean who wouldn’t with your talent !
. You take his compliments as a part of his cheerful personality and respect it
. And maybe take a bit of flattery with it ><
. He does too
. He just admires you skill is all
…….
. He offers to dine with you or take you out to eat
. “Y/N WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND TIME AND DINE WITH ME!?”
. [ You ] “Oh um, sure okay!”
. “SPLENDID, LETS GET ON OUR WAY!”
. He always ask where you are
. Remembers the small things
. You like that color ? Oh look he just bought you a keychain with it. That’s your favorite food? Guess that’s where you guys are eating tonight
. His acts of romantic feelings fly over both of your guys head
. But not to anybody else
. *Kyojuro and you side by side laughing together*
. [ Slayer 1 ] “Are they together?”
. [ Slayer 2 ] “isn’t it obvious ?”
𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 ⋆˙⟡♡
. You guys are actually inspectable
. Always together <3
. She loves your company !
. Mitsuri finds everything about you adorable
. From they way you eat to your fighting techniques
. You make her feel safe ♡
. More touchy with you than others [ expect hugs, face pokes and hand holding when she’s around ]
. She definitely realizes her feelings for you
. She is the love hashira after all
. But she doesn’t act on it afraid you won’t feel the same and forever ruin the relationship you guys already have
. She’s oblivious to the shared love you have for one another
. *Mitsuri thoughts* Oh they just see me as a friend
. Mhm okay ._.
𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 ⋆˙⟡♡
. This one is a slow burn
. Every mission with you she seems to oddly enjoy
. Whenever you walk into her estate she feels a warmth
. Her heart flutters whenever you hug her or compliment her
. Your smile makes her smile
. She always watches you [ not in a creepy way >< ]
. She just finds herself drunk on the way your eyes light up
. Once it hits her why she feel this way poor girl try’s to ignore it
. Afraid to allow herself to get too close in this field of work
. But the heart wants what is wants ♡
. You begin to dine after missions together
. Have light conversation when running into each other
. And occasionally meet ups outside of work
. She compliments you often
. Once you start to spend more time together she will accidentally graze her hand over you thigh or your fingers just to see you reaction
. This girl knows what she’s doing
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ᴀʜʜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ !! ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ <3 ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
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mytanuki-kun · 11 months
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Say you love me too
- ☆ - Gyutaro x Reader
- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!
- ☆ - 11.7k
- ☆ - a/n: my first commission! if you're interested, let me know :3 If desperate, depraved men make you horny then this is for you ♧ - ☆ - tags: fem!reader ♧ stalking ♧ dubious-consent ♧ degrading language mixed with praises ♧ lots of humping ♧ oral f.recieving ♧ blood consumption ♧ body worship ♧ inexperienced!gyutaro ♧ pussy drunk ♧ multiple orgasms ♧ obsessive behaviour ♧ some bodily harm ie. scratching, biting ♧ minor descriptions of reader but it's one or two that you can ignore ♧
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  It was you again, the one who sang in the late hours of the night. Shining beneath the twinkling lights that illuminate your balcony, the sound of your hums and incessant melodies you could half remember disturbing his peace. A nightly ritual that he first caught through the notes in the wind, a distinct sound above the bustle of the entertainment district flowing down from the upper class to the raunchy buildings he hulked on top of— a beckoning call that led him to you.
    And what a pretty thing he discovered.
  Gyutaro was quickly enthralled, stealing whatever moment he could away from his sister and tasks his master bestowed to be within a few distances of your presence.
   Though you seemed odd to him at first, plump and pretty, yet incredibly odd. 
 You laughed loudly, cooed at the ugly cat that your mistress squealed to dispose of, and bundled your silks to donate them to the beggars— not even flinching when dirty hands held yours in gratitude. Gyutaro watched in astonishment, a contorted sort of envy choking him whenever you dismissed your mother when you shared your riches with the children that cowered in the alleys others turned their noses from.
 Your kindness was equalled by your beauty. A dirty, disgusting revelation that made the demon scowl— yet slink closer to you to hear your giggles towards the deformed cat you cared for so delicately. You were peculiar that way to him— caring for ugly things, embracing your servants whenever they came home safely, especially the younger workers. You giggled, huffed and joked— your every thought reflected in your expressions, confident and bold.
  Confident people made him itch. Hives prickled his flesh at the thought of them. Clawing at his chest whenever he caught the sight of a beaming smile, yours was somewhat different.
  Your smile was warm, inviting, and kind— and Gyutaro wanted it directed at him.
 The jealousy that slashed at his face was always momentarily forgotten whenever he heard your laugh. Heat burned, a sensation that made him whinge and hump the floor the first time it pooled in his belly. A rush of emotion that made him wither in agony— unfamiliar to the sensation between his legs, thoughts of you pouring into a frenzy after that first night he saw your naked body.
 You were an addictive infatuation that stole the better part of his night, a feverish desire. His obsession maddening his senses with every night your songs called him— but Gyutaro had been careful so far, painstakingly wary whenever your gaze scrutinised the dark anytime the shadows shifted.
 Though, it was never enough, he needed to be closer, feel your skin pressed against his— lay next to your body with your fingers tangled in his locks the way he imagined when he twisted in the nest of your belongings. Your favourite purple kimono warming his body the way blood did when it gushed down his throat— you were a new craving he was powerless to ignore, a yearning that pulled him to your balcony and rummaged your drawers whenever you left so he could steal a piece of you he wished to caress. 
 Rubbing his tongue on the fabric of your panties, savouring the wayward strands of your hair from your hairbrush, and peering into your bathing room to touch your most intimate things.
  He couldn’t help himself; it was his favourite pastime, lurking around the corner of your mini hot springs, peaking at the droplets that rolled down your back into your ass. Watching you scrub your body and sink into the warm waters after a long day of whatever it was that made rich life difficult. Soaking your plump figure in essential oils that made his head swim, caressing the softness of your curves that drooled slick from his cock. It was your fault his dick hurt, your fault he had to relieve the burn with hard strokes on his hardened shaft, slicked with spit rather than your pussy— fucking the tight grip of his fist with his bottom lip clenched between his teeth. It was all your fault when he rolled his fist around the reddened tip to smooth the wetness along his length, thin veins pulsing for the contact of a wet cunt only to settle for his hand that could never mimic the suction of your pussy. It was worse whenever you moaned as if that didn't leak beads of cum from his tip, forcing him to hunch over to fuck his hand and end the torment of heated blood coursing through his veins.
   He loathed it— yet loved you.
 The spoiled life, the content sighs. 
It was an odd contradiction Gyutaro did not pay too much attention to, lest it distracted him from you. He just— just needed to be in you. In your skin, in your flesh, inside your body. He needed to feel you. All of you. So much it had him drooling into your clothes as he fucked the plushy cushions of the pillows he stole from you.
   Your scent was everywhere but inside him.
 It drove him wild. Mad, unhinged enough to ignore a kill and follow you home instead, slashing any man that looked your way and causing a scene Daki had chastised him for. 
     It did not matter anymore.
  Now finally, after weeks of sneaking and stalking, of humping and whining— he could not stand the distance between you anymore.
 Tonight was going to be a special one as he watched you from afar yet again, crouching behind a roof bannister with the shadows cloaking him from your sight. Utterly oblivious to the stench of death and decay a few yards away— but how could you be when you spent your life sheathed in the warmth and comforts of wealth scented by florals? You had no idea of the scabs that melted flesh or the starvation that would force a person to rip the meat off their friend, only to coat their dry tongue with that moisture. With your easy smile that slanted too few frowns, you still lived above those lowly creatures that washed your clothes and bowed when you walked past.
 A pretty princess sitting high on her pedestal; the sight of you twisted a thirst in his belly, and your scent— your sweet, lavender-like fragrance that masked your natural essence pulsing in your veins made him dizzy. Even your blood was high class. Clean, healthy. He could smell it from across the way— hear the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat when he closed his eyes and focused on your presence. You were delicious in every sense of the word— to consume you would appease the churning hunger most demons found insatiable— it would quench the bloodlust you triggered. Yet, you were still alive, singing your pretty songs no matter how many scars bled under his nails— because strangely enough, your death would only upset him.
 To eat you would mean the end of your song— the demise of your smile— Gyutaro would never hear your laughter again. This nightly ritual of stalking your balcony would cease, and there would be nothing else to look forward to, nothing to heat the blood in his core. You were privileged, beautiful, and a creature he admired so much that the thought of killing you disappointed him. 
   You were too precious for death, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little taste.
 “Pretty, pretty”, he sang, matching your melody, that familiar burn in his abdomen he recently discovered to be lust rising whenever he sat downwind from you— from the alluring scent that filled his core with hot blood, coursing down to his cock until it ached between his legs. A delicious ache that had him squirming, whinging into his fist to stave off the urge to devour you. To sink his teeth into that smooth, delectable-looking skin that made him scar his own, fuck, he could not sit there any longer.
 But he had to wait, sit tight until all the lights went out and you were alone. Isolated, vulnerable.
  For now, he merely listened to the song you hummed while brushing your hair, the afflictions in your tone hypnotising the demon that picked at his ears simply so he could hear you sing that much sweeter; as if he could not bear to miss a note of your song. “She's so close”, he murmured, feeling the pulse of his sex rub against his thigh. “Ne-need to-to—” He knew the word, knew the act and the mechanics of it, he watched women here work enough times to understand the basics— yet the thought of you writhing and moaning sent him into a rage, humping the thin cotton of his pants to imitate the sensations.
  He laid his cheek against his arm, staring hungrily upon your little smile when you could glide your fingers smoothly through the strands, his crooked fingers mimicking the movement, imagining the softness that would brush along his marred skin. Envy curled a sneer until his flushed cock brushed along the rough panel of the roof a little too harshly, his hips unable to stop their thrusting as he watched you undress for the night.
   “Fuck, fuck!”
  Gyutaro felt hot, agitated— restless.
 He was so— so close to you, but there was also a woman in the room setting your bed for the night and several lights flickering in the manor. He did not want to go through the trouble of spilling blood, creating a mess that would draw too much attention— he refused to see a tear on your cheek that he did not personally inflict. That meant patience and stealth until—
 “Thank you, you can go now”.
     Yes.
 The woman smiled, bowed her head, and left the room. Taking the candle with her to illuminate her path down the hall— one by one, the other bedroom lights snuffed out, and the manor fell still for the night. Gyutaro waited, chewing on his bottom lip as the anticipation stirred. He listened closely, waiting for the whispers of the servants to dissipate in the walls until he made his move.
 He stood and leapt across the roof, landing soundlessly on your balcony railing. Gyutaro hid his weapons, hunching his shoulders as he crawled to the doors, clicking them open, eyes glowing, smile leering.
   Oh...
 You were right there, nestled in your covers, breathing even and soundless, expression soft. Gyutaro could see you as clearly as if the moon shone directly on your delicate features, a dreamlike glow illustrated for him. For his eyes only. The same eyes that analysed you carefully as the demon crawled to your side, peering so close he could feel your gentle breaths part your lips and warm his face. He hummed, shuddering from the sensation. Your body was warm— emitting a heat that welcomed him, coercing him to finally have his touch. 
    His first touch.  
 The demon raised his hand, crooked fingers twitching mid-air, nervousness swallowing his breaths, inching closer and closer until a crooked finger pressed on your cheek.
  Gyutaro moaned a throaty sound that slinked his body on top of yours, hunching and hovering above your sleeping figure— careful not to disturb you as he palmed your cheek with a tenderness he didn’t know he could express to a human.
  “I’m touching her”, he gasped, sighs of wonder fanning your face, “she’s so soft”.
 His entire palm engulfed your cheek, claws gently grazing your hair as he shook to keep himself steady and not fall on you from sheer excitement. It was as if the contact shot kindles of pleasure through him, tingling his body with sensations that had him keening— desperate to feel more. So he peeled back your covers, exposing you to his hunger-blazed eyes and the grin that stretched his face, your pretty figure vulnerable and at his mercy. 
  Finally...
 Quitely and ever so carefully, Gyutaro lowered himself down on top of you— gangly limbs outstretched and smothering your body, his erection pressing on your belly as he settled his weight on you. “ohh”, he mewled, nestling his nose into your soft hair, “so warm”.
 For one blissful, serene moment, Gyutaro was embraced, and it felt safe.
  “AHH—”
 He stifled your scream with a rough hand, shushing you by squeezing your face painfully and stilling your thrashing limbs with his superior strength. “Don’t scream, I— ohhh, wow, ahhh- that’s so nice”, he grunted, cock jerking from the friction.
 You fought against him in your panic, panting and withering in a pitiful attempt to free yourself from his grip but only managing to make him moan — rashly pushing your thighs between his legs and accidentally rubbing against the heated bulge that had him thrusting his hips into you. “fe-feels good, pretty”, he panted, rolling his hips in time with your thrashing, “keep- yeah, ohhh, ohh, fu-uck, ple-please don’t stop”. His grip flexed over your mouth, masking the shouts as he humped you roughly with his pants scratching against your naked skin. His strength was too much for your human body, even when his bony hips pressed into your plushy curves— the softness was too arousing to stop. “‘m sorry, so-so sorry- It’s not my fault”, Gyutaro lied through clenched teeth, his smirk too wide as he attempted to calm you, “shh, don’t-don’t cry, nghh- you make my- ahh, ahh- my cock feel s-so good, I-I can’t help it”.
  Gyutaro's movements were clumsy, only chasing the contact of your bare thighs withering into his fat bulge, the softness better than the pillows he fucked in the dark. But it was okay— he didn’t need them anymore, never again— you were here now, crying and pulsing with hot blood he could feel through the loose garment of his pants— sweat beading on his brow from the contact of your body flush against his. You were better than anything he had ever imagined— you touched him, excited him— all those nights of watching you sleep as he fucked his fist over your face were nothing compared to your pillowy thighs squishing on his shaft. Even with his pants in the way, the friction was too delicious to stop, blindly rutting into your body as you fought for control against a demon that was helpless against his own desires.
 To him, you made the sweetest sounds. Intangible noises puffed while you fought against the creature crushing you. “You make my dick feel so good”, he whined loudly, “imma put it in you later— it’ll feel so good inside, but jus’ wanna feel you now, jus’ a bit”. Gyutaro cried your name through his groans, revelling in your choked sobs that smeared his palm, inhaling the aromatic scent of your fear. 
  You heaved, shoved and bucked your hips into him, unintentionally driving the demon to mutter profanities and desperate noises as he quickly neared a depraved release he could not control. Not when your tits pushed on his chest like that— not when your soft thighs squished on his sex, and you gazed at him with wide, glistening eyes watching him use your body for his own pleasure. His satisfaction, his fulfilment. A selfish, perverse desire that dribbled from his tip and dampened his pants so much you could feel the slick rub on your thighs.
  “You feel so-so warm”, he groaned, humping your sweet body frantically, “can’t wa-wait to fu-uuck you, pretty girl. Bet you so wet and hot, hot-hot— ahh, yes, touch me! Right th-there, jus’ like that! You make my-my dick hurt, pretty. You’re so-soo pretty”.
  Gyutaro trembled, cock heavy, wet and incredibly sensitive. You only stimulated it further with your jerks, muffled pleas drowning as he salivated above you— eyes wild with lust, his hips reflected in their frantic jerks. “Cum, cum, cum!” He squealed, hunching over you as he fucked your thighs. His belly fluttered, “I’mma cum! Ohh, ple-ee lemme cum on you”. Hard strokes on your thighs had him whining on top of you, rubbing his cock until it hurt— until his back arched, his teeth clenched in his jaw, and ropes of milky cum spilled from his flushed tip.
 “ahh, fuck— no, no!” He cried, trembling through his pathetic orgasm as threads of cum splatter all over his pants, “No! sh-hit, ple-no! No!” Gyutaro rocked into you desperately, shaking through an orgasm that ruined his lap and warmed your thighs, a pitiful sight as he blubbered dejectedly, “I rui-ruined it— stupid- stupid! Wanted to cum on your pretty thighs, shit-shit-shit!” He panted through clenched teeth, shame curling from the sticky residue coating his dick that already began to cool— taking a moment to calm his erratic palpitations before yellow eyes fixated down at you with a smile that made your belly flutter.
  “hush, hush”, he purred, rolling his hips into your body lazily, “I’m not gon’ hurt you, precious. Relax”.
  He held you down tighter, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck in his attempt to calm you— but really, it was a selfish indulgence to kiss you. Though his kisses were messy, wet pecks of his lips across the expanse of your neck and shoulder, whispering endearing praises as he pressed you into the mattress, until eventually, your struggles ceased.
  Gyutaro paused, lifting his head to see the fight leave your eyes, chest heaving from the effort of your pathetic struggle. For a moment, the two of you only stared, laboured breathing shared between you as he lay an inch from your face. He noted every twitch and form of your expression— a mixture of dread and something close to curiosity gaping back at him, drowning in the amber of his eyes as you wondered about the creature looming over you with sticky cum coated between you.
 But you weren’t disgusted, not in any way Gyutaro could sense.
You were frightened, rightfully so, confused, naturally, violated, of course— but not revolted. Not outraged or sickened. You seemed... perplexed. Horrified yet fascinated, your heart thumping so loudly he could feel it against his chest.
 That was uncommon for him— you were being odd again.
Gyutaro peered at you a little longer, sliding his sharp eyes over you— and then he released you— swiftly crawling back away from your bed to stare at you from the corner in the familiarity of the shadows, curiously peering through the dark where it was safe, away from you. And to his wonderment, you didn’t scream again— you sat up and stared.
   Neither of you said a word.
 The air was stilted, the manor was noiseless, and the room was deathly sombre. You didn’t scream, insult, or chastise his actions, something Gyutaro paid extra attention to, anxiously waiting for the crying and hurtful rejections he was used to— yet none came.
 This silence was unnatural. It unsettled him and created an awful pit in his stomach; it made his cock ache. Gyutaro held his breath, listening to the thud of your heartbeat for any indication of your next move, only for you to ask in a soft voice;
  “Are you the one who has been following me?”
 Gyutaro nodded, albeit taken aback by your calmness, while he shuffled in his soiled pants, “You- you noticed?”
  “Not at first”, you whisper, fixating on the glow of his mix-matched coloured eyes and the recognition of their intensity. “But I could hear you sometimes when I was alone”. 
  “Humans usually can’t tell”.
You fidgeted with the wet patch that seeped on your nightgown, “I...had a feeling”, you say, oddly calm, “I could feel it most nights, like tonight”.
 “What kind of feeling?” His voice was breathless, eager— you thought about him too, noticed him in the dark? Anticipated his arrival? He pressed you for answers, “When?”
  You flinched, “I-I don’t know. Like, a cold shadow on my back. The smell of blood, but—”
  “But what?”
 “It— you—” With a stabilising breath, you answered honestly, “You felt sad kind of. It was a lonely feeling, a miserable one, stuck to my shadow. As if— as if I was dragging it everywhere. At first, I thought I was imagining it— but then, I saw you”.
 His breath hitched, a sort of anxiety mixed with shame.
 “I saw you, at the hot springs— I thought I heard something in pain, like a cat or something. So when I went to check, you were there hunched over and fidgeting. I thought you were hurt, but then you made a noise”. Your face flushed from the memory, “I ran back to the bath, I don’t think you noticed— you were…preoccupied. But ever since then, I noticed the smell would be in my room, and my stuff would go missing”.
 Gyutaro chuckled nervously, clawing at his cheek in embarrassment, unaware of how the skin tared and bled until he saw you cringe when the flesh hung from his face in red streaks. He stopped. His face healed rapidly, your eyes widening as you watched the tissue repair itself so efficiently.
  “What are you?”
  He shook his head, “You’d scream if I told you”.
 “I haven’t screamed yet”, you answer plainly, which was true— you hadn’t so much as demanded he leave or even cried about his dirty humping— so when he confessed what he was, the word demon thickened the tension, and your heart skipped a beat.
   “Oh…”
  You stare even longer this time. Analysing the demon through the darkness it slinked into to avoid the scrutiny, the undivided attention of your stare made Gyutaro squirm. No one has ever looked at him this long without a word.
  Gyutaro could feel your gaze run across his body— so in a moment of bravery, he stood tall— using his power to flicker the candle on your nightstand, allowing the fiery shadows to dance across his form for your viewing pleasure, and though his shoulders hunched the way they usually did, he was still a hulking monster. A powerful one, emitting the aura of his might and blinking at the way you shuddered from it.
   He was grotesque, strong, beastly— and you still stared. Silent.
 A demon with glowing eyes, blemished skin and rippled muscle that disappeared past his broad chest. The rest of him was gangly, wretched, with protruding hips and sagging clothes.
  You still had not said a word, wide-eyed and clutching on your covers, the scent of disgust non-existent, or at the very least smothered by the overwhelming fear that made his cock weep. 
 Gyutaro whimpered. He could hear how your heart stuttered as you raked your eyes over his body, unintentionally searing him with the memories of cruel words and prickling feelings of inadequacy of another woman's judgement— pulling him out of the comfort of your scent and into the jeering ghosts of dead hecklers. He didn’t like the attention, the way your gaze wandered without disdain or horror— it was too exposing, intimate.
  Panic began to rise, a jittery sort of alarm that brimmed heavy tears filled with murderous rage— a violence plagued by old wounds no amount of demon blood could heal. He was despicable, disfigured— dirty. Gyutaro sobbed, sinking into his knees when the shame overpowered his fury.
 “Don’t look at me!” he cried, startling you. He did not deserve to be looked at, not with your pretty eyes. Gyutaro cowered behind his hands, nonsense whines of his insecurities coming out in high-pitch cries as he wrecked his face bloody.
  He had to fix it, destroy it— mutilate and disfigure it.
 Claws hacked off the skin that made him seethe. His flesh peeled in sickening squelches, “Don’t lo-look! Don’t look!” He sobbed, tears and blood blotching his face, pouring out of his wounds and staining the wooden floors of your bedroom as he crouched into a pathetic fetal position— unaware of how you scruffled out of covers and inched towards him.
  “Ugly! Dis-disgusting! Ugly, ugly!”
 He was pitiful, hideous— blood streamed down his cheeks as he slashed, ripped and mauled his skin, “need-need to-to fix it!”.
 “no, no, don’t cry— stop hurting yourself”, you whispered in what you hoped sounded comforting, cringing as you patted his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to stare”.
 Gyutaro snatched your hand, your shout being ignored as he cradled his bloodied face with your warmth, using your hand to comfort himself the way you so foolishly offered to the crying demon. He babbled and sobbed into your palm, pressing kisses that were more tongue than lips. This felt right. You were holding him, consoling him— worrying about him. You were warm, and you shared it with him.
 Gyutaro calmed instantly. His skin repaired rapidly again, the torn flesh dissolving from the floor, but not before your hand was coloured in his sticky blood. You flinched and squirmed in his hold, but not enough to fight back or free yourself from his grip. Instead, you hummed to him, doing your best to minimise the noise of the distressed demon snivelling in your hand.
  “I-it’s okay, shhh”, you reassured him, heart in your throat, “d-don’t cry”.
 The sobs eventually subside, hiccups softening as he licked your hand clean, murmuring apologies into your soft palm.
  “I’m so’rry, im’m ‘orry”.
  “shhh, there, there— you’re not, I meant—”, you sighed, struggling to find the words, “you just surprised me. I-I’ve never met anyone like you”.
  “‘orry, ‘m sorry”, he sighs, pressing another kiss to your palm before releasing you, and then feeling a pang in his chest when you scruffle back to the comfort of your blankets at the other side of the room— away from his reach. Gyutaro simpered, lowering his arms and flexing his fists to mimic the warmth he lost.
 When his sniffles seize— you find the strength to continue, “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to meet you”, he says, fiddling with his dirty pants sadly.
  “Okay…”, your eyes darted towards the door, “you met me, c-can I leave?”
 His head tilted to the side, brows furrowed as he considered your words curiously— as if he was unable to understand why you would want to leave. Seconds ticked past, indicated by the slow drip of the candle that glowed your face in a pretty golden light before he snapped out of his daze, and his crooked smile tugged his lips.
 “No, no you can’t”.
   “Why not?”
 “Because— because you belong to me now”, he said sweetly, as sweet as a rasp could sound, “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry”.
  “What’s your name?” you ask tentatively after a beat.
 He pauses momentarily, eyeing you carefully before responding, “Gyutaro”. He tries not to shudder when you whisper his name back to him— he’s never heard it said so delicately before. As if you breathed life into it.
  “How-how old are you?”
He blinks at the question, then eventually shrugs, “stopped counting— only notice the bodies now”.
 “...Bodies?”
“The ones I eat”, he said with a giggle, scratching his cheek again.
  “Are—”, your breath hitched, trying to force the words out, “are you go-ing to kill m-me?”
 His laughter startled you, a high staccato flutter that started from his throat and stretched his grin, “No, no, silly! I jus’ wan’to taste you”.
  “Taste?” You squeaked, shuffling away from his reach and banging against the wall.
 He nodded, curls bouncing in excitement when your eyes dilated. “Your skin, your legs— the tasty smell right there”, he pointed between your thighs. “Wan’ to taste it all”.
  “Why?”
 He frowned, “why? cause you smell nice”, he answered as if that was the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “Cause you’re pretty”.
 “And that’s-that’s why you’ve been following me?”
He nodded, his smile somewhat endearing, “I’ve never met anyone so pretty before”.
 Your heart stuttered again, making him smile that much wider as he watched you curl your knees up to your chest protectively. “Thank you”, the words come out in a soft breath, startling even yourself as the emotions flicker in your eyes.
   Dread, apprehension, exhilaration.
 Gyutaro slinked towards you, the flutter of your heartbeat calling to him as he inched closer and closer until he lay at your feet, peering up at you with glowing eyes. “Can I have my taste now?” 
 You gawked at him, “you’re asking me?”
“It won’t hurt”, he pleaded, big eyes shining, “I promise”.
  “B-but…you eat people?”
“Yes”.
  “An-and you’ll eat me?”
  “No, no—” he shook his head fiercely, a conviction as strong as any other, “I would never, not you. Promise ”.
  “Why?” the apprehension twists, reflecting in your voice, “I don’t understand, you want to taste me— you’re a demon, an-and you eat other people— I—” You huff, tears beading as the fear palpitates in your chest, “You’re asking me such-such a thing—”
  “I said I wouldn’t!” He scowled, gripping your leg to keep you close when you tried to flee, ignoring your wince when his hold clenched tight. “I’ll take it—” he hissed, “I’ll rip your dress an-an’— shi-hit !” The words failed him, frustrations seeping with the idle chatter when the scent of you was clinging to his skin.
  “And fuck me?” He nodded eagerly. It was crude; the word felt dirty and foreign on your tongue, rising bile up your throat— yet it excited you. A dirty, shameful thrill Gyutaro could hear with your every breath as the demon yelped and moaned, licking the exposed skin of your leg, long tongue trailing slick up your flesh until he reached the hem of your nightie. He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench and allowed him to lick the smooth skin of your inner thigh, strings of saliva coating the plushy fat as his head disappeared under the dress.
   “Stop, now ”.
 You watched him cry again from the rejection, a desperate sound coming from the most unlikely creature as he parted your shaky legs wider and settled between them, the addictive scent of your pussy luring him to push further. Gyutaro could see how you wanted to deny him— when you shrank from his touch and glanced wistfully towards the door. Yet you sunk into the mattress anyway, weakly nudging at his shoulders as if that would stop his advancement. Mumbling no's and please's that sounded weaker than the soft breeze from the window. He purred from the revelation— you liked it. Your halfhearted protests, your gasped sighs, and your twitches were telling enough. You wanted this, wanted him.
 Though, your rejections still swelled his cock, a degrading attraction making him feel small in front of you despite the power imbalance— blindingly seeking your approval when he knew he had the strength to crush you. It was rousing; you truly were precious.
  “Stop”.
 “No”. He sounded firmer, authoritative, sure of himself now that Gyutaro knew how much you liked it when he pressed his tongue on your clothed cunt.
  “I’ll scream”, you eye him carefully, tensing your thighs against his head when his nose bumps against your clit, “I-I’ll call for help”.
 “I’ll rip your throat”, he murmured, busying himself with the panties obscuring his prize, fingers digging painfully into your legs to keep them steady as he ripped the fabric with his teeth. “I’ll kill anyone that walks through that door”. Gyutaro inhaled the tattered cloth, groaning loud as you watched him tongue the wet stain that held your pussy seconds ago. “ Fuck, mmm— I can hear them all in their rooms. I can hear your mistress with the cook”. His eyes gleamed, “Can we make that noise too?”
 You squirmed, confused with his calmness when he spent the majority of the night crying and whinging. “Then why ask me?”
 He shrugged, pocketing your panties as he struggled to find the words. “You make me sickish—” he confessed awkwardly, his scratchy voice contradicting the timidity of his words. “You look at me, an’ I hate it, an’ I wan’ you to never stop. You’re so pretty an’ you look at me”, he breathed, “It makes me crazy, makes me wanna eat you, breathe you in, be inside you. Wan’ to have you on me, all over. You smell so fuckin’ good it makes me dizzy. I-I can’t think with you. I wan’to take and hurt and fuck, but make you look at me. Say yes to me, jus’ once. I-I wan’ you to feel me”.
 The words were lost to you. Gyutaro palmed his erection as he gauged your reaction, nervousness and lust buzzing in his core as he stroked his hardened shaft through his wet pants. Your chest heaved, tits bouncing with your heavy breaths, eyes wide, and mouth parted into a small o he imagined spreading with his cock. You were staring again, thighs open and fingers clenching the covers with the demon looming above. Gyutaro shivered at the sight of you. You were a dream, and you were looking at him, just like he wanted.
 “You make me so hard, pretty”, he sighed, when you said nothing, “an’ ’m gon’ fuck you, ‘kay? ‘it’s gonna feel good, or not, I dunno, we'll try together”. Gyutaro crouched back between your thighs, taking the time to caress every inch of your skin with his tongue, wet kisses shining where his lips touched. Up your feet— your calf, to your knee, and then switch to give your other leg the same attention. His lips were chapped, feeling rough against you, but even with his strength, Gyutaro held you delicately. Like a precious doll— all his and at his mercy.
 You were stunned, terrified and captivated by him— sighing while bucking your hips whenever his erection pressed against you, gasping when his hands gripped your hips with the claws piercing your flesh. It was a dance of control— Gyutaro’s gentleness not to break you and your heated attraction to the demon that moaned from your touch. It was exhilarating for you both, a charged tension neither of you could deny. Though Gyutaro was not denying anything, he knew what he wanted— what he hungered for, and it coursed through your body with a melodic beat.
  “Will it hurt?” the question escapes, wincing when his teeth nick your thigh.
 “Do you wan’ it to?” His words were muffled, suckling on the trickling blood with pleasure building, “mmm, your blood’s’so good ”. He needed more.
  Gyutaro didn’t hear your response, not when he clamped his jaws into your flesh unexpectedly, smothering your scream with his other hand as he swallowed the rush of blood that poured from the wound— Gyutaro moaned deeply, eyes rolling as the hot liquid burned his throat. It was bliss, an ecstasy better than any substance as it flowed into his veins, pumping into every muscle and tendon and feeling it fuel his power. His pleasured mewls tugged you closer, lost in the cadence of your pulse beneath his fingertips. 
 “Delicious”, he cooed, lips stained red. Gyutaro flickered his tongue against the wound, shivering from your croaks of pain as he pinned you down to have his fill. Holding you tight, drinking in your essence and allowing it to warm his belly in all the ways the demon dreamt as you twitched beneath him, clenching on the sheets as you cried under his palm— until a warm rush of euphoria tingled your body as his saliva healed the torn skin.
 Your body melted into the bedding, a low hum purring from your throat as the pain softened into a dull throb infusing you with a warmth that misted your vision— throwing the room into a spin. It became hard to decipher anything past the gentle kisses he pressed into the healing wound.
 Gyutaro smirked, watching your eyes roll in bliss as his tongue smoothed the teeth’ indents— only pierced your thigh enough for the blood to freely seep for him to have his fill. And as the saliva did its work— he pressed his face into your pussy, inhaling deeply, releasing your mouth to grip your hips and squeeze the supple curves in his greedy hands. “fuck, you’re like a dream”, his husky groans pulsated against your sex— a sound infused with the urges that made his promises come out hoarse as Gyutaro swore to take care of you. To make you feel good— that a pretty girl like you deserved the world, and he intended to give it to you. All breathed into your bare cunt that drooled on his tongue, hungrily licking your wet folds.
  “G-gyutaro?”
 He keened at the sound of your voice like a cat seeking affection, “say my name again”, he pleaded, teasing your pussy lips with idle strokes of his tongue. Savouring the taste as if it were an exquisite meal. 
 Your fingers tangled in his locks, tugging and twisting his head up from your thighs, listening to his mewls from the discomfort as you seized control over your trembles. Doing your best to not succumb to his coercive touches despite the drunken fog his healing gave you. Every kiss and caress tingled through your core, shallow breaths indicating how your fear began to dissipate as the fascinations kindled, especially when he cooed praises into your cunt.
  “Gyutaro”, you whispered delicately, “Use your words, tell me what you want?”
“Your pussy”, he panted, swiping his bottom lip of your blood, “your ass too”.
  “Have you ever—”
“No, no— but you jus’-”, Gyutaro sighed heavily, fidgeting with the nestle of blankets rubbing on his clothed dick as your hot blood rushed to his core. “I can’t help it. You tasted delicious, better than anythin’. You’re so close, an’ I can hear your blood, the pulse on your pussy. She's calling to me. I can hear it, smell how wet you are”. His desperation cracked his voice, “I wan’ to taste more— so so bad. I’ll use my tongue on you, make it good, fuck you nice”.
 You swallow your nerves, a sick smile twitching at the sight of him, “what if I say no?” He freezes, and you clench your grip on his hair and yank him up to meet your eye, “what if I tell you to leave?”
  Fuck, his cock throbbed when you pulled his hair, “I’ll take you with me”, he rasped, “I wan’ be good for you, but I’ll take it. Make it hurt so good no one will touch you again. Ruin you. Wreck you,” he smiled sinfully, flashing his teeth, “have you ever been fucked?”
 What a dirty question that came from the cruellest eyes brimmed with tears— it made him look pitifully adorable. He was ugly, disfigured and murderous, and Gyutaro still sighed and kissed your leg, waiting for your answer.
 “No”.
“No you’ve never been fucked”, his claws dug painfully into your skin, “or no I can’t taste your pussy?”
 “No”.
 Gyutaro shuddered, “my cock hurts whenever you say no”. He leered, “wanna feel it?”.
  “...No”.
 He smirked, moaning softly for you, “you’re dirty too”, a statement that had you twisting his hair again to make him yelp. Gyutaro snickered. You were intoxicating— more than he could have hoped. “do’ya like it when I say that? That I watch you bathe and touch my cock thinkin’ of you?” He tilted his head, "Is that why you haven’t called for help?” You said no again, though it was a much more breathy sound as if the lie could not form quick enough. Gyutaro giggled over your blush, “pretty girl is nasty”, he sang merrily, “pretty girl wants to be fucked by a demon”. His laughter grew, bold enough to run his hands over your belly, following up to your tits, calloused fingers stroking the soft breasts as he marvelled at how you shivered from his touch.
 “Is that what you want?” He mused, practically vibrating from glee as he groped you, “to be fucked? I know y’like when I touch you”, crooked fingers rubbed on your nipples, relishing in your gasps as he kneaded your tits like a depraved teen. “I can smell it. Your heart does a lil’ pat pat when I get closer. Ahh-haha”, he crooned, grinding his bulge against your leg only so he could hear you prove his point. “See? Nasty girl likes it, wan’ me to fuck you. Fuck you hard, mm? y’like it hard? When it hurts an’ makes your legs shake? I see other girls cry from it, but you’re prettier than the other girls. Your crying would be beautiful. But I’ll try to be gentle”, he smirked, relishing in your drumming heartbeat over his nasty words, confidence building with every pinch of your soft tits. “I never fucked anyone before”, he says with a faux sigh, crooked teeth peaking from the smile, “but I heard men talk about it before, how to make a pussy wet”, His eyes glowed tauntingly, “I did that, I made you wet”. Gyutaro sniggered playfully, a wicked gleam replacing the tears that shined in his eyes earlier, a dark contrast that made you wince much to his delight. “that’s dirty, princess”.
  “No, I—”
 He shushed you gently anyway, patting your cheek and coercing your grip off his hair— then yanked you harshly towards him, “I wish you could smell it, how delicious you are— feel how badly my cock hurts for you. No one's ever done that before, makes you special, princess”. He grinned sickeningly, looming over you, ignoring your huffs of protest that smacked at his chest as he ripped your nightie, “I heard that you like nice people, so I wanted to be nice, be good for you, try and make you happy”. Though the niceties were straining his patience. Gyutaro tore through your clothes until you lay beneath him, bare and vulnerable. The picture of all his desires. “I jus’ wan you, precious. I can't help myself anymore”.
  Gyutaro didn’t wait for your answer this time; he hauled you up by your thighs and settled them on his shoulders— bending you in half with a strength you couldn’t fathom before his mouth captured your pussy. Licking and slurping on your cunt like a man starved— his smile pressing on your flesh as you jerked from the touch of his slinky tongue stroking your folds, gasping from the wetness that smeared your slit with his messy pussy eating. You moaned for him, the sound of it tingling his spine— Gyutaro ate your pussy feverishly just to hear that sound again. And you graced him with more.
  “St-stop, ahh, st-ahh”.
 He didn’t, knowing you did not mean a word of it and not caring about your objections anyway. Instead, Gyutaro grew wilder— rutting his tongue all over your cunt with skills he didn’t possess, only grunting, rubbing and flicking the hot muscle on your outer lips. Suckling on your clit. The taste of your pussy elicited his own little mewls that vibrated against your skin and had you trembling— gripping the sheets below you as you struggled to swallow the shameful moans the demon coerced with his sharp tongue.
  “Gyu! ple- you-you can’t”, your moans choked like the lies they were, pleading him to stop and slow down when your cunt betrayed you by staining his mouth with sticky fluids. But you couldn't like it, he was— “You’re—”. You couldn't finish a word or even a thought without a little whine stumbling.
 Gyutaro ravished you, sharp teeth scraping against you accidentally until it leaked tiny trickles of blood, mixing with the fluids that seeped from your cunt— creating a dick jerking mixture that heated his core. His eyes rolled as he slathered it on his tongue, drinking it all in with your soundless gasps. Gyutaro couldn’t focus past your cunt, not when the smell wafted through him— arousal humming into his abdomen and churning lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling into his pants.
  “st-ahh, hur-hurts! Gyu!”
 He only nodded in acknowledgement— flattening his tongue and massaging broad strokes on your puffy folds to heal the cuts. “A lil’ salty”, he muttered into your wet lips, “but sweet”. He licked your pussy again, humming to himself cheerfully. “y’taste good, pretty. Like a treat all for’me”, Gyutaro slurped loudly, devouring your cunt with his whole face, jutting his chin into your hole, bumping his nose into your clit, his cheeks glistening with the mess you soaked on his face as he ate like a starved mutt— groaning into your cunt as if it were the only meal to ever coat his tongue.
 “Ohh, fu-uck, yes! ple-ease, gyu- ahh, ahh”, you cried, babbles of his name mixed with your mewls. A melody better than any song— any sound, only slightly louder than his guttural moans. Especially with the tiny beads of blood dribbling wherever his teeth pierced your flesh, only for him to kiss it better, swallowing the hot liquid and healing you rapidly with his saliva. Pain and pleasure moulding into one, keeping you steady by holding your ass— rubbing your pudgy cheeks appreciatively, the fat filling his palms in big handfuls. 
  You squirmed, rocked and sighed as a coil tightened in your belly— a sensation too intense you attempted to cinch your thighs to run from it, but Gyutaro squeezed your ass and pulled you deeper into his face. Your pleas were ignored, and the coil pressed harder, tighter— “Gyu! Wa-wait!” It snapped and your orgasm surged.
 “‘er so wet”, he rasped, murmuring praises as wetness splashed his tongue, slurping on your squirts of release, speaking directly into your pussy as if the flutters of your hole and spews of slick were answers to his jabbers. “‘ure beauti-ful. mmm, jus’ like that. s’good, good girl. makn’ a mess on me”. It was everything for him to touch you like this, and Gyutaro savoured every ounce of it, of your scent, blood and flesh as you panted. Exploring your hole, forcing his tongue inside a little just to see how tight you were— and when he felt the resistance— how your walls squeezed on the muscle, he almost came untouched. He pushed in deeper, pre-cum dripping from his flushed tip as he felt the tight rings of your pussy clamp on his tongue from the overstimulation. Shit.
 “Turn ‘round”, Gyutaro demanded, putting you back down— breaths shallow, eyes wild and bloodshot, licking his lips watching you turn to your hands and knees on shaky limbs.
  “W–what’re— Gyu! Oh, fu-ahh, not-not there! Tha-that’s dir-ohh, ple- such a goo’ boy. Fe-eels so good, hun”.
 He tittered from the praise, burying his tongue into your ass with your fat cheeks spread— he licked, suckled and kissed, listening to your moans turn non-verbal. Gyutaro humped the sheets, chasing an orgasm that fluttered in his belly while gliding his tongue into your puckered hole, his cock jolting from the tightness squeezing on him. Your walls twitched as he fucked you with harshed thrusts of his tongue, pushing at your ass until your head fell into the pillows, smothering your helpless cries.
His suspicions were confirmed— your ass was tighter, but your pussy was wetter— warmer— and he needed both. He leaned back, and your gasps stifled when he flipped you effortlessly.
   “‘m gonna fuck you now”, he rasped hungrily, his words not up for debate. Gyutaro watched you nod timidly, but there was nothing timid about that dazed look in your eye. You could tell how thick he was from the tent in the fabric, his length pushing against the cloth with a raunchy, wet stain revealing his desire. Desperate to be freed. Pretty doe eyes peered up at him as you squeezed your thighs, shuffling to try and ease the tension in your achy cunt.
   “c’mere”, you beckoned him with open arms, smiling as amber eyes glowed excitedly.
 Gyutaro tugged off his pants hurriedly, his hunger for you blinding him as he scrambled to undress quickly enough. You said yes! He ripped the fabric in his haste, his cock jutting out and slapping him in the stomach as it stood full mast, tip flushed an angry red, thin veins trailing along his shaft and the left side decorated with the black marks adorning his chest down his body. His balls were round, heavy and hanging between his thighs— the crown of his cock was bulbous— the shaft more length than width. His cock had a more heated complexion than his chest, and he was pretty. The sight of him dried your throat, and Gyutaro did not feel self-conscious when your heart stuttered in excitement, the taste of your pussy still tingling on his lips.
  “Please, please ask me”, he groaned as he palmed his erection with one hand, hooking your leg around his waist with the other— Gyutaro needed to hear you say it. His cock hurt— filled with the blood he drank from you, it was hot and achy, and it hurt. “Ask me to fuck you”. He could take you how he intended, but that pleading look in your eyes swayed him. He had to hear it from you.
  “Gyutaro”, you purred his name, taking his hand off his cock and curling your fingers together as you pulled him down on top of you, “fuck me, please? I want you to”. You could see his adam's-apple bob nervously, a meek nod rustling his curls and tickling your cheeks as he settled his weight on top of you with your thighs cinched around his bony hips. “You were right”, you say, pushing his hair back from his face, taking note of every blemish and scar, glowing eyes and miserable expression— and smiling up at him anyway. “I liked it when you watched me”. 
  The admission caresses his lips, the softest breath of words blooming affection; he could only respond with a low whine. All rationale escapes when you smile at him. He kisses you. A messy, feverish touch of lips with his tongue slinking across the seam of your mouth until you part them for him to delve in. His kiss was sloppy, wet, and filled with the adoration that drove him to grind against you— breaking the kiss to cry out when his cock skimmed your cunt.
  Gyutaro froze, breathless, cock weeping as it pressed between your folds, smearing his shaft with the sticky cum and saliva still coating your pussy. “Oh shit”, he shudders from the sensation— from your coy smile and the warmth that spreads as he ruts ever so slowly. As if he can’t quite make out what to do. Captivated by the touch of your wet slit smothering kisses on his long shaft. His sights locked on you, arms shaking as they grip your thighs, rocking back and forth with his mouth agape.
  “Your pussy is so slippery”, he squeaks, it’s silky and soft. And the sound it makes when he slips his dick on your pussy lips over and over— is so lewd. A squelch of skin rubbing together, the thick crown of his cock grazing on your clit, trembling your tits as you gasp for him. Gyutaro stares in rapture, bucking his cock again to feel your nipples brush on his chest. “‘er so warm, ‘er pussy, uhh, so wet”, sticky strings glisten on his dick— deep groans tear out of his chest as his hips jerk against you desperately. Carelessly.
   “Gyu- hun, not—”
 “Ple-please”, he says, voice rugged and croaked, thrusting into your gooey slit frantically, “don’ ask me to stop”.
 You sigh breathily, tugging on his shoulders and pulling him closer to your chest, desperate to feel his skin flush against yours. “No— harder”, you affirmed, “wan’ it harder, sweetie. Put it in”.
 But he can’t, he doesn’t know how and the sensations are too much to stop. Something sensual— hot, flushes across his stomach. It’s hard and fast, and pulls his balls tight, quickening his pace. His muscles clench, his mind melting into a drunken haze of lust. You give him this soft, little gasp every time, as if every grind of Gyutaro’s hips stutters a delightful little surprise quivering heat in your core.
  He looks down at you to find your eyes, lashes wet, lips parted and locked onto him. Your hands slide up to his chest, and you murmur something with the softest hint of desperation when you beg for more. Gyutaro opens his mouth, but only a huff slips out— his cock squishes on your puffy folds as he rubs and ruts and bucks on your pussy. “Fuck, uhh, ple-ease”, he babbles praises, rocking into you, faster and faster, the wet sheens of your skin splattering on his pubic hair— hastily humping and crying and cooing until splotches of creamy cum shoot out in thick gobs.
  Gyutaro squeals on top of you, burying his face in your shoulder while you whisper reassurances, selfishly moving your hips to catch his blushed tip on your clit despite how he shakes through his release. Murmurs of good boy coax him out of the blissful dream— the one where he painted your pussy lips with his cum without even fucking you properly. It was wretched, and you still pressed kisses on his cheek.
 “uhh, my cock still hurts”, he pouts, grinding his shaft harder into your cum soaked pussy, sloshes of white combining with your slick lewdly squelching between you. His cock was stiff and leaking more cum than ever despite the orgasms he spewed through the night— satisfaction not nearly enough when he hadn’t even fucked you yet, only festering a deep seeded arousal no amount of petting and humping could satiate. He needed to be in you, in your skin— in your pussy, feel your walls clasp his cock and pulse upon his veins. Gyutaro needed it so much his teeth cracked from the tension in his jaws as he struggled to thrust into your hole, his inexperience beading sweat and shame.
  “Fuck! How- I can’t put it in”, Gyutaro wailed, palming your waist to hold you steady. His body nudges into yours clumsily, the fat head of his cock slipping past your hole every time he attempted to push inside. “It won’— ughh, it won’t go in!”
 “Relax”, you pat his chest in an attempt to calm him— your words lost to him as he grows increasingly frustrated, gripping your waist too harshly you grimace when he pushes excessively roughly. “Gyu- wait, hun. Relax, no, not like that. Right here, wai-wait. Listen”.
 He doesn’t. Gyutaro does not hear a word you say or bother to pay attention, entirely too raptured by the obscene sounds your bodies make as he ruts into you awkwardly— growling, huffing. “Go inside!! In-in-in!” He shouts with every thrust, “It won’- ahh, uhh-shiit”. Gyutaro sinks in with one hard stroke, and his eyes roll back from the tension that seizes his shaft, your pussy sucking him in, softening to the size of his thick cock. Spreading warmth as your tight walls quiver on his dick. “Fuu-uck, ‘er so hot, ahh-hahahaha”, he cackles to himself, a manic laughter that drowns the wild claps of wet skin slapping skin. Your own moans and sighs are saturated by his babbles that crack his voice through every other thrust.
 “nghh-tight! ‘m fu-ucking you! ah-haha, sh-it, shit-shit! can’t stop, pretty! so’so warm, y’squeezing on my cock, ohh-uhh, ahh, yes! y’like it? ‘m fuckin’ you so-so good, mm? uhh-ahh, my dick feel good pretty? yeah? mm-hmm, pretty slut y’kno how to take dick, ahh-feels nice an’ big in ya’lil’ cunt. pussy so wet fo’me, she like it, yea? uhh-huh, she do- sss’uckin’ wet, nghh...Does-does it hurt? lemme make it hurt fo’you. make it hu-rt s’goo. jus like that, y’so pretty, takin’ my cock like this, cry fo’me. yea, yeah, cry-cry! Fuck-fuck-fuck! Imma-uhhh! Imma cum! Imma-‘mma cu-um!”
   “Gyu—”
  He seized your throat with both hands, capturing your breath and watching your eyes mist over with tears while he fucked you through his quick release. Howling as sprays of cum froth were your skins meet with every plunge. “Look at you”, he grunts, “so messy. Nasty girl”, his giggles wheeze when he plunges in deep into your spongy spot. Gyutaro barely slows down— rings of white smear his cock through his chaotic strokes into your cunt— he can only growl as your walls palpitate upon his shaft. Fumbling through a rhythm he can only hear in his head— yet every slam of his hips ruts his nestle of curls on your clit enough to make your chest heave. He doesn't note your anguished wheeze or the smacks you strike on his face to release his grip. Gyutaro stares at you with bloodshot eyes and drool hanging off his bottom lip burning a frightening leer that makes it known that he is a demon.
 Selfish, powerful and rotten. Though a demon that cried for your touches, cooed about your beauty and kissed your soft skin throughout the night. Nonetheless, he was a demon too mesmerised by the heated arousal in his core and your blood warming his throat to care about your unfortunate lack of oxygen. He needed you still— his cock ached and twitched inside you. His mushroom tip pressed into your cervix like it was made for it. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust, yet they were still heavy— needy. Desperate to empty inside your warm cunt.
 “‘mma break you, my lil’ cutie. make you full an’ round with my cum. fuck”, he growled, grin slanted. Ignoring your huffs to slow down when none of it mattered to him— especially not when he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, your body writhing as your cries gagged when he flexed his grip on your throat. Groaning brazenly, piercing your flesh, licking the bloodied skin and marking the other side with the same bites. You could feel his length stirring inside your silky walls from the visible evidence of his ownership— clamping more bites on your tits and collarbone, violent kisses that he admired by caressing his thumb on the indents of his love.
 “y’like that? mmm, y’look so good fo’me, gon’ fill you with lots an’ lots of cum. ahh-uhhh, all-all leaky and wet- hahaha you cry so pretty. pretty girl cryn’ on my cock it makes me so-so hard. shit, make me cum again, shit-shit! y’feel so nice an’ hot on my cock. y’love my cock dontchya? nnggh- its why ‘ur makin’ su-such a dirty mess on me. nasty-na-asty girl, uhh-shit! do-don’ worry, I’ll cle-ean it up fo’ya. cause ya’my lil’ princess. mine-mine- mine!”
  “oh, god”, you choke, black spots dancing across your vision, his voice far away as he rasps and snickers his dirty words, your body at the mercy of his pleasure with your lungs shrinking tight from every breath he denies you. Matching the brutality of his thrusts, delving in deep and stretching you wide, leaving a permanent imprint of his cock into your cushy walls. Bearing a cruel smirk as your mouth parts in horrid gasps, frantically holding onto consciousness while it continues to slip away— stutters of “oh god” are the only sounds you can manage beneath him.
  Gyutaro snickers. “Nah”, he smirks, licking the tears off your cheeks, “is jus’ me, pretty. There is no god”.
  Your pleas fall on deaf ears while the pain throbs in all the best ways— the pressure knotting in your belly soaking slick all over his cock, mixing with his gooey cum and foaming a sticky mixture that splashes in your cunt and smears all over his pubic bone. His thrusts jostle your body beneath his as sweat and cum cling you both together. You mutter his name incoherently, another orgasm building in your core, thighs shaking against his hips— strokes of his cock pushing deep in your belly in three thrusts until a voiceless scream rips from you and wet squirts gush on his dick.
 “ahh-uhh, su-uch a dirty girl”, he purred, rocking with your trembling body from the intensity of your wet spurts splattering on his girth, “makin’ a big mess on me. ‘tis okay, y’did so-so well, s’goo fo’me. shhh”.
 Your orgasm subsides, and the world around you darkens— limbs go lax and heavy, sinking into the blankets until his glowing eyes dim in their shine— shrouding in the darkness shading your vision.
 “Princess?” He shook you gently, blinking away the fog, thrusts shallowing in their ferocity as Gyutaro took a moment to clearly look at you. And you looked stunning; the hair you spent earlier in the evening brushing coiled into a nest of tangles on your pillow, and your supple skin was now an ornamentation of his passions. With bruises, scrapes and teeth indents yet to fade. Red flecks of dried blood marred your thighs, clothes torn, lashes wet with tears— the sight of you was captivating, and Gyutaro finally released your throat.
 You gag in heaps of air, splutters of coughs and spit choke from you as you struggle to find your breath, blackness fading into colours that bleed together, but the only thing you can register is yellow.
 “c’mere, pretty girl”, Gyutaro pulls you into his strong arms and settles back on his heels, nestling your trembling body on his lap while brushing your tears away, “‘m so’rry for hurting you, princess”. Kisses flutter on your neck, licking the inflated skin as his way of apologising, allowing his healing to fade the dark colours into pretty shades he admired. Gyutaro hummed into your shoulder, idly bouncing you on his cock in slow glides as you catch your breath in his arms, “I couldn’ help myself, ‘m so sorry”. His kisses held the faintest imprint of a smirk, the apologies lacking sincerity despite how they caressed your heated skin.
   “Did I hurt my girl?”
 You nod timidly, curling your arms around his neck, deliriously seeking solace from the creature who caused your discomfort and leaning into his heated touch as he stroked your back in soothing circles. You shouldn't have, but you melted into it— into his kisses and his faux apologies, allowing him to lift you up and down his cock lazily. Taking the time to explore every column of your neck with his wet tongue. The new angle made your cunt hug every inch and ridge of his dick, greedily suckling on the sensitive flesh with his balls tight beneath your ass and a mess of combined frothy cum sticking on your laps.
  “One more?” Gyutaro giggles when you shake your head, “yes you can”, he insists, pecking your cheeks with wet kisses, “yes you can, pretty. cum one more time fo’rme, yea? yes, my pretty, pretty girl with the pretty pussy. ya’pussy love me, I know she do, I know she wants one more”.
  Your hair tickles his cheeks when you shake your head, hoarse objections triggering more of his giggles, “Gyu, no, please- ‘tis too much”. You shuffle closer, chests pressed, thighs resting around his hips, your own kisses fluttering on his jaw in sweet pecks as a way to entice him to let you sleep. To breathe. And though your bodies rock gently together, you can feel his rigid erection inside you, whereas the exhaustion exuded from your every pore. “Gyu, let’s rest, kay?” you tiredly murmur while you run your fingers through his curls, moaning through the jerks of your bodies with the stench of sweat and cum stirring in the air, yet none of it registers to him the way it does for you.
 Gyutaro only hums, the pulse on his cock a restless arousal compared to the fatigue weighing on your eyelids— he moves you achingly slow. Canting his hips to eye how his thick shaft reappears coated in a warm layer of cum from the copious amounts he released into you, creating little bubbles at the base with every drag. As if he was savouring the touch of your pussy sliding up and down his length, basking in the comfort of your body curled into his. “Feel good, yea?” He chuckled airly. 
  “Yea”, you sigh sweetly, leaning into him, “all yours, Gyu”. The warmth you radiate seeps into his as you cuddle into his chest, kiss his face, tug on his hair and whisper his name in soft gaps. Unaware of how his smile faded.
  Gyutaro stiffened, swallowing a nasty lump in his throat from the implication of your tender words. You held him, his sordid body with black marks and spindly limbs, you kissed him as if he were something precious to you, and the sentiment overwhelmed him. His obsession festering now the more your soft lips brushed along his scars. “You’re mine now, okay?” He growled into your neck, voice no more than a tortured husk, arms clenching tight around your waist, exhibiting the adamant force of his adoration. “I’ll come for you every night, kay? I’ll come for you and make you feel so-so good, princess. I'll protect you, listen”, he gruffed, pulling back to grip your chin, forcing you to see the dark devotion burning in his gaze when he said, “You’re mine”.
  “Okay”, you mutter sleepily, the tenderness in your throat adding to the lightheaded weariness sinking your body, finally succumbing to the blood loss that twinkled spots you couldn't blink away.
 Gyutaro growled, meanly squeezing your cheeks and forcing clarity in your haze to make you witness the sinister gravity of his affections. And when you looked at him, when you settled your misty eyes on him and smiled— it bloomed a warmth that made his chest ache. “Repeat after me”, he rasped, “I am yours”.
 “I am yours”.
“And you’re mine”.
 “And you’re mine”.
“Say it”.
 You smile dreamily, tugging on his hair to make him slant his head down and graze your lips against his, “I am yours, and you’re mine”.
 “Good girl”, Gyutaro caressed your face gently, sliding his fingers through your hair exactly how he imagined doing all those nights he spent watching you. And it was everything. This time, when he kissed you, it was the gentlest press upon your forehead. “C’mon, pretty girl”, he whispered, “one more”. 
  His snickers blocked your huffs as he bent you over with your thighs cinched to your chest, mounting you into a position you couldn’t wriggle yourself out of. “Sh-it”, was the only thing he could manage, cock plunging in your sopping cunt in fast succession, sinking into the warmth of your body as the heat glowed. His strangled moans trickle drool on your lips, pitiful gasps escaping with his heavy thrusts from the new angle. “All mine, yea? yeah you are, m’girl. my dirty girl so cock hungry”. Gyutaro gazed deep into your eyes, committing everything to memory. Your shudders, moans and cries of his name, how your eyes roll when he presses into your cervix, how your chest heaves when he brushes against your clit.
  You truly were a dream, and as he pumped you full of his cock, your pussy spasming along his length, Gyutaro whispered praises. Low rasps of “pretty girl”, and “I’ll kill for you”, merge with your moans, creating a sensual melody echoed by the wet sounds of skin clapping together through his heavy thrusts.
  “th-thats it, that’s my girl. so-so pretty. cummin’ all over me. so-so wet haha- ahh, fuck-fuck! ri-ight here, fuck you like this? y’like it? dick feel goo’, yea? I kno’ it do, y’squeezin’on me again, ‘er jus’ a dirty lil’ cunt, huh? Wan’ cock so-so bad, lettin’ a demon fuck you hahaha-ahh-fuck-fuck! feel so’goo’ ahh-shit! I can’ wait to see yo’again. fu-uuck, wait for me, pretty. I’ll take goo’ care of you. yea? y’like that? wan’ be all mine, huh. mmm-shit, tight! so-so tight, uhh-uhh, yes! yes-yes-yes!”
 You nod through his babbles, answering him with yes and right there, lost in the fog of his arousal, you were almost drunk on it. Drunk on his strength, his affection, his cock pounding in and out of your soft cunt, balls slapping against your ass flaring heat in your core while praises stumbled, losing their coherency the harder Gyutaro fucked you until it all burst. Cum splashes out in wet squirts and spills in goopy sprays as you both moan through your combined orgasm, trembling together with him slumped on top of you— finally satiated.
 His body melts into yours in bliss, panting widely, body heavy as he lay half on top of you, nuzzling his sweaty forehead into your hair with a delirious giggle.
 “such a good girl”, he coos with a silly smile, gently easing out of your quivering pussy only for sloshes of mixed cum to ooze out of your cunt in thick glops. “Fuck, so-so dirty, we made a mess”, Gyutaro snickered as he fingered the white substance, mesmerised by the gooey essence coating your bodies, quietly watching you catch your breath for a moment longer. Safe and warm.
 Soft breaths sound from you both, tangled in a mess of limbs, cum and sweat— the breeze from the open balcony does nothing to soothe the heat emitting from your bodies. Not after the events of the sordid night now only filled by deep huffs and quiet giggles between the sheets. Gyutaro curls into you from behind, holding you gently with his hands roaming your delicate curves, surrendering to his desires now that the fire in his core was finally sated. Kisses litter on your shoulders, his smile evident against your sweat-coated skin, whispers of praise lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
 The silence stretches as the evening comes to an end, the streams of moonlight dimming through the sheer curtains showing the world that dawn was not far on the horizon. You hear him sigh, “I’ll be back, ‘kay?”
 You can’t help but pout, fighting the sleep in your eyes to peer at him over your shoulder, “You’re leaving?”
 “I’ll be back tonight, promise”, he declares, a crooked smirk peaking through as he stands, tugging on his torn pants, “you should take a long bath, though”.
 You nod in response, watching his hulking frame disappear from your balcony, leaving you in the mess of putrid sex clinging to your skin. You huff a laugh he can hear through the wind, letting it carry his name with it as you hum to yourself a new song with the word Gyutaro flowing in the gentlest melody.
Another tune he admired in the late hours of the night, the promise of tomorrow heavy in the air as he slinked back into the shadows.
THE END.
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a1tie · 9 months
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𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮…
A small smut fic of you and Giyuu fucking in the bedroom…except…
NSFW! RECOMMENDED 16+
A/N: If you like music, I recommend reading this while listening to Say Yes by Floetry! >.<
word count: 386
warning tags: No plot.
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Breathing…panting..whining..moaning…
The dim-lit bedroom just gets hotter and hotter as the heat between your bodies and your breath fill the air. Giyuu towers over you, his body between your legs as one is over his shoulder for easier access. Your walls seemed to be everything he ever wanted, as he grunts and moans every thrust he makes. You loll your head to the side, your tits bouncing every inward push. Giyuu grabs your chin and redirects your head to face him. You whine as you both lock eyes.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
You have to admit. You looking at Giyuu and taking in the view of him enjoying himself gets you even more turned on. There isn’t a lot of times when his usual demeanor is ruined by your inner walls clenched around his cock, fucking you senseless.
He takes his hand off your chin as he places it beside your head. The way your head stayed in place even when he let it go, and you still maintaining eye contact with him sent a shock of pleasure. Such an obedient girl, no?
Your legs started to jerk as you moaned and slurred your words. The sensation of being filled and empty again repeatedly threw you off the edge. Your eyelids flutter as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.  You grab onto his haori, clumsily missing it the first time from the seemingly unending pleasure.
“Rig..hah…right there. Right thERE~” The intensity of your words increased as your feet pointed and curled. You arch your back, gripping the sheets of the bed. Your legs start to shake violently. As soon as you clench your pussy, he lets out a loud grunt as he bites his lower lip. His grunts continue as ropes of semen land in you. The feeling was overwhelming. You controlled yourself, slowly exhaling whines and moans as he keeps inserting to let his and your high subside. He grabs your breast for useless support, and leans down to kiss you. You and his tongue intertwine, hands touching sensually in places that you never knew were so sensitive. This is the third time you both have been so desperate for each other. When will this progress? You will never know, but the scandal sure does arouse you.
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mwah!~ based on a request from one of my mutuals on Tiktok!
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slayfics · 10 months
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Muichiro gets jealous when another Hashira looks after you on a mission.
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Muichiro was sitting down leaning against a tree, not too far outside his mansion. He knew he had a long night ahead of him patrolling his area, so he took these few peaceful moments of twilight to sip some tea before heading out.
That was when he looked up to see you returning to the mansion. You had been gone out on a mission for a few days. Since you had been training so hard, you were sometimes sent on solo missions without him now.
Muichiro was proud of your improvement but he found himself occasionally worrying about you when you were gone for long periods of time. Seeing you return in one piece caused him to relax more against the tree.
"Hi Tokito!" You greeted the Hashira.
"Welcome back, how was your mission?" He asked, then grazed his eyes across you and noticed some blood on your sleeve.
"It went well I-" You started to say but Muichiro cut you off.
"You're hurt." He stated staring at the blood on your sleeve.
"Oh it's not that bad." You said trying to brush off his statement then hid your arm behind your back.
"Come here." He demanded and set down his tea.
You sat down next to him and he pulled up your sleeve to inspect the injury, but he found it had already been wrapped and tended to.
"Iguro helped me!" You said. Muichiro noticed the smile that spread across your face, and the slightest increase of your heart rate when you spoke the other Hashira's name. He had no explanation for it but he suddenly felt nauseous and hot.
"I ran into him on my mission and he taught me how to dress my wound. He said it wasn't anything big enough to go to the butterfly mansion about."
While you explained, Muichiro still had his hand on your rolled up sleeve and he stared intently at your wrapped wound while he tried to make sense of the overwhelming feeling that was coming over him. He should be grateful Obanai was there to help, but instead he felt like shoving his face in the dirt the next time he crossed paths with him. He noticed the excitement in your voice when you talked about Obanai and he couldn't help but wonder why.
"You like him?" Muichiro asked. A question that surprised you.
"Well I respect him as a Hashira of course." You answered confused by the question.
"Your heart rate increased when you spoke his name. Do you like him?" Muichiro further questioned.
"Tokito... are you... are you jealous that Iguro helped me?" You asked.
Jealous? Is that what this feeling was? Muichiro finally let go of your sleeve and looked off into the distance. What sense did being jealous make? As hard as Muichiro tried he couldn't think of a logical explanation to be jealous...
"No. What sense would being jealous make." Muichiro finally stated and looked at you.
"Hm... well ok then. I guess that means you won’t mind that I was just on my way to write Iguro a letter. I want to thank him again for staying with me through the night while I felt better." You said playfully and got up to walk away. Muichiro reached up quickly, grabbed you around your waist and pulled you down to sit between his legs. You now sat facing away from him, back resting against his chest.
"No." Was all Muichiro managed to say. He felt his body tremble in a way he did not recognize. He still wasn't understanding his own emotions, all he knew was he wanted you far away from Obanai.
"I knew it! You are jealous!" You exclaimed.
"What do you mean he stayed with you? How did he stay with you?" Muichiro asked, arms wrapped around you squeezing you tighter against him. The image in his head of you with Obanai was making him sick.
"I just meant he waited with me till I was ok to make the journey back here. What did you think I meant??"
Muichiro didn't answer but rested his head on top of yours causing his hair to cascade around you. In this position you could feel how fast his heart was racing.
"I don't like Igruo." You said hoping to help Muichiro relax. You realized now your teasing had gone too far. However, you had never seen Muichiro react this way and you wanted more insight to his true feelings for you.
"Are you still hurt? Do you need me to stay with you?" Muichiro asked.
"I'm feeling much better. I know you have to do your patrol soon, but when you get back... you know you're always welcome to stay with me... and you should know that isn't something I'd offer Iguro to do."
Muichiro was glad you were facing away from him and couldn't see the flushed color his face turned from your invitation.
"Ok. I'll stay with you when I get back, and I will teach you how to redress your wound because you're my Tsuguko."
"Yes, I'm yours Tokito." You smiled, amused by Muichiro’s sudden possessiveness over you.
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tohokuu · 11 months
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boobs, boobs, boobs - tengen, kyojuro, akaza, aizetsu
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word count : 1.5k
warnings : tiddy sucking, somnophilia in akaza's
a/n : first time writing for kny...
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TENGEN
tengen’s mouth watered when he saw your perky nipples sticking past the thin white fabric of your shirt. it was colder during this time of the year, so he knew that your nipples poking through was inevitable. his main concern was how he could help in fixing that. 
he didn’t want you embarrassed, ya know? imagine sanemi or kyo drop by and get a chance to see your perky tits. he couldn’t have that. your tits belonged to him. they were cute and squishy and all he wanted to do in this moment was sit you down on his lap and suck your nipples until you pulled at his hair. 
wouldn’t that be flashy?.. he thought. 
you sighed as you wrapped tengens thin blanket around you. it didn’t make much of a difference, though. you were still shivering cold. he knew the only way to keep you warm was if you were laying flat against him (tit in his mouth). 
“baby, is it cold in here or just me?” tengen spurred on. you looked up eagerly, staring at him in shock. “are you not cold?” you asked him. he shook his head. 
“i’m not but i can tell that you are.” you saw tengen’s eyes dart directly down to your chest, raising a brow as he stared shamelessly. “hmm, have they always been this perky?” he asked you slapped his arm in embarrassment.. or at least tried to slap his arm. instead, he grabbed you by the bicep. pulling you down onto his lap. 
it was in mere seconds, he had the blanket draped around your shoulders and your chest exposed for him. he could see goosebumps rising on your skin, standing up to the sky as he undressed you in the bitter cold. “fuck.” tengen sighed as he stared at your chest. 
“the piercings are so flashy, honey.” he crooned. you blushed, looking away from his face. 
“can i warm you up?” 
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KYOJURO
kyo was pretty uncaring when it came to how you dressed around the house. you usually lounged around in some loose pants and a short, cropped shirt of his. today was no different. you were cooking when he walked in the next morning, shirtless with only a pair of trousers on. he didn’t pay much attention to your chest until you turned around, handing him a cup of tea. 
“good morning, kyo!” you chirped, smile fresh on your face in the early morning glow. kyo smiled tenderly. “thank you, my angel.” you kissed his pec after, walking away. kyo didn’t know what it was, that got him thinking that morning, looking at your ass and raising a thick eyebrow. 
“mm tasty!” he said as he sipped on the honey and lemon flavored tea. joining you on the couch, he leaned over, laying his head on your chest. he snuggled his face into your chest, groaning and grunting softly as some of the sleep was still settled in his mind. his eyes fluttered open and closed softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. 
“mmm.” he whimpered, enjoying the scratch of your nails against his scalp. kyo got up, getting on top of you and surprising you with his sudden outburst. his eyes darted down to your nipples poking through the thin cropped shirt. “fuck.” he groaned. your eyes widened as he help himself balance on his forearms, caging you in between. 
suddenly his head was under the fabric of your shirt, his lips attached to your nipples. they were cold and hard, and in need of his mouth. his tongue swirled around your buds that were getting harder as he teased them. you gasped, moving up to discard of your shirt. 
“kyo!” you cried, wailing as he bit and sucked at the skin. “you think you can just walk around like this with your nipples pokin’ out and not expect me to say anything?” he growled. kyo sounded eager, not in his usual gentle and soft nature. 
“gonna make you cum from sucking your tits alone.” 
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AKAZA
akaza walked into your bedroom at around 2 am. your window was open and you slept soundly in bed. he raised his eyebrow and sighed. 
how many times had he reminded you to lock your window at night… 
you never listened to him, always arguing with him and teasing him. he was never angered, though. he’d smile thinking about you as he worked throughout the day, following orders. you were his comfort space, the one he’d visit at night when he had nothing particular left to do. 
he walked into your bathroom like he owned the place, washing his face sighing while he ran a wet hand through his pink hair. 
things were calm and quiet. a part of him wished that in another life where things were easier, he could just do simple house chores with you. it wasn’t that simple, though. life was hard right now and he couldn’t take care of you the way he wished. he had to settle for this. 
coming in to your bedroom unannounced at night and snuggling with you while you slept. he listened to your soft snores and soft whimpers when you had a impactful dream. today was one of those nights. 
he knew you were having a wet dream when he began to smell the wetness from you. a scent of pheromones bursting into the air and clouding his judgement. he watched as your nipples got visibly harder through the thin camisole you wore. his mouth watered. 
you turned towards him in your sleep, whining and pulling him closer, grinding your cunt on his thigh. “fuck..” he whispered. 
“a-akaza..” you whined, half asleep. he felt his dick get hard, making his pants uncomfortable. he suddenly didn’t care anymore. you had given him permission to touch you in your sleep before but he never went through with it, feeling a tiny sense of shame to do that to you without your knowledge. 
but his judgement was clouded today. his day was rough and he couldn’t care less about morals right now. 
he lifted your shirt up, his chest rising faster and faster seeing you whine for him even in your sleep. a primal urge overtook him as he dove into your chest, mouth wrapped around your buds completely. 
he sucked and whined, two fingers dipping down the waistband of your sleep shorts and feeling the slick gathered in your panties. “you dirty, dirty girl..” he groaned. 
he couldn’t wait for you to wake up to the hickey’s on your chest tomorrow morning. 
AIZETSU
aizetsu was always sad. his eyebrows furrowed in sadness and worry. his zipped up the black nike tech in the mirror, unable to waiver the solemn expression on his face. 
he figured coming to see you would maybe fix his mood just a bit. 
the knock on your door at 2 am was a surprise. you didn’t get a call or a confirmation that someone would be showing up to your door this late. you took extra caution checking the peephole. 
the rush in your throat went down when you saw that it was just your solemn boyfriend, dressed in his usual tech. you opened the door, head tilted to one side as you invited him in. 
“zetsu, what happened?” you questioned. your boyfriend was often sad. he was quiet and didn’t speak much to others unless he had something significant to say. 
“nothing. i just missed you.” he softly spoke, staring down at the ground. your own eyebrows furrowed as you pushed him deeper into your apartment. 
“do you wanna cuddle with me?” you asked. 
he looked around nervously before nodding. you laid in bed, urging him to remove the hoodie he wore and just lay in his t-shirt. 
his strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you in. aizetsu pushed his face into your chest, hoping he’d feel better. 
your fingers went straight to his dark locks, tugging at the strands softly. “what happened today, angel?” you asked. 
“sekido was making fun of me today.” he whined. his lips pouted, eyelashes fluttering to keep away a glimmering sheen of tears. “ ‘m sorry, zetsu. don’t listen to anything he says. he’s a dickhead.” you told your boyfriend. 
“can i suck your tiddies?” 
your mind felt like it broke. 
“w-what?” you asked. your boyfriend looked up at you, his eyes widened and brows furrowed as if he was ready to beg. 
“y-you heard me.” he whispered. you were right. you had heard his random and bizarre request. he had never asked before. in fact, you two hadn’t even done anything significant yet. 
“sure.” 
and suddenly your shirt was torn off of you, flung into a separate corner of the room. your boyfriends personality always made you forget how brawny and muscular he was. his body didn’t match his soft facial expressions and you could hardly recover from the whiplash you had received. 
aizetsu’s arms were wrapped around your waist and upper back, pushing your body into his face. he sucked your nipples harshly, no care in the world that it might have been hurting you or not. 
he licked and tenderly bit the skin, looking up at you with his brows this time pushed together to focus on the task. 
he planned on sucking your tits into making himself happy. 
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chaepink · 6 months
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DAY 12: OPEN YOUR MOUTH, PRETTY BOY | FINGER SUCKING & FOOT HUMPING
who knew that the nerd in your english class would be a virgin and that they would be so fun to corrupt?
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ zenistsu agatsuma x reader
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!fem!reader (but def could be read as gn), mean!reader, nerd!zenistsu, corruption kink, degradation, finger sucking, throat fucking-ish, oral fixation, college au, foot humping/grinding, porn WITH some plot, overall cringe writing my bad guys 😭 not really proofread
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.7k words
⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ NOTE ⸻ beginning sucks but it gets better at the end i swear anyways its day 12 of kinktober! hows everyone feeling
KINKTOBER EVENT
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You've seen the stares he's been giving you and they're not subtle at all. Rather it seems as if he wants you to find out that he's been looking at you from the way its so obvious.
With his collared shirt so neat and ironed straight, supplies on his desk organized by size and color, and just the way he's sitting so straight and ready to learn has you rolling your eyes.
The aura that just screams 'nerd' adorning him tells you exactly the type of person he is too.
You've seen him around campus a few times, usually at club meetings or in the library studying his ass off.
You catch him looking at you again during a class you two have, making you grimace as you whisper to your friends.
"Who's he?" You nod your head to him with furrowed eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him look away from you, blushing.
"Oh him?" Your friends make a show of turning around to get a good look at him before turning around to you, to which you have to hold in a sarcastic remark about subtlety. "He's such a fucking freak isn't he?" Your friends giggle.
"Heard he's a virgin too, what a fucking loser." You raise an eyebrow. Now you didn't know that. "He is? Where did you hear that?" Your friend gives you an unimpressed look as if the answer is obvious.
"Look at him, who would want to fuck him? He's probably such a pervert too."
You turn your head around slightly to glance at him and notice him quickly looking away from you, his face turning red from being caught.
The bell suddenly rings and you tell your friends to not wait for you as you make your way to a certain yellow-haired guy. You add a little sway to your hips, pretending to not notice the small peeks he's taking at you or the way his face is turning redder the closer you get to him. You walk to him still taking down notes and place your hands in front of him, catching him off guard.
You hold back from rolling your eyes when you see him not so subtly glance at your body and how your clothes tightly hug your curves. He gulps when you let out a loud cough.
"Hey, name's..." You quickly glance at the name on the folder and return to his gaze with raised eyebrows. "Zenistsu, right?"
Slowly, he nods. You lean slightly towards him, shortening the gap between you two with a smile. "I heard you have good grades, is that right?"
You notice him swallow and play with his tie nervously.
"Y-Yeah, why?"
"I was wondering if you could tutor me on some subjects? I could really use the help since I've been having trouble with some work recently."
You notice his breath hitch. "Please?"
"Um s-sure. Should we do it in the library after school?"
Without answering, you steal his pencil to write your dorm number on one of his papers. "How about you just head to my room later? I don't have a roommate anyways."
He stares at the number with widened eyes but he hesitantly nods.
Now you just have to wait.
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Hours later you're laying on your coach. The sound of pencil on paper and typing is in the background as you continue scrolling. Zenistsu turns around in your chair with furrowed eyebrows.
"S-Shouldn't I be teaching you how to do this-"
You scoff and send a glare towards him. "Shut up and just do the work. It's easy for you anyways, right?"
He nods and returns back to finishing your homework. He mentally slaps himself for being so stupid for thinking that something would happen when you asked him to come to your dorm. He quickly finishes the rest of the work before turning to you. You glance up from your phone.
"What? You're already done?" He nods. "Then leave."
You see Zenistsu freeze and raise a eyebrow. "What, do you want something in return?"
He shakes his head. "I-I just thought we were gonna…" He suddenly stops talking, realizing what he was going to say but you already know what the next words are gonna be, and giggle.
"Did you think we were gonna do something afterward?" He looks away in shame but nods. You sit on the edge of the sofa, now interested. "You thought we were gonna fuck or something as a reward for you doing my homework?"
Your blunt words make Zenistsu blush and he's quick to shake his head. "N-No I-I just..." You notice a bulge in his pants and laugh.
"Oh my god don't tell me you're actually hard right now." He quickly tries to cover his bulge there's no use, you already saw it.
He's so embarrassed that he could cry. First he thought you invited him over to hang out and now he's hard in front of you.
"Honestly," you say, dragging out the word to tease him.
"If you're really that desperate, go ahead and hump my foot then." He watches you place your foot out with a teasing grin and it only takes him a couple of seconds to think about it. With shaky steps, he walks towards you before sitting on his knees before you.
"Go on."
He gives your foot a experimental grind and he has to bite down on his tongue to hold back a moan. Though a voice in his head screams at him to take it slow and save him some embarrassment, he quickly gets addicted to the feeling and quickens his pace against you. Soon, he's panting heavily against your leg and you watch with amusement.
"How about you say thank you to me for letting you hump my foot, hm? Say thank you for letting me hump my dirty cock against your foot, [name]."
He flushes red with embarrassment but frantically nods. Thank you's begin flowing out of his mouth with your name added along with it.
"Thank you for l-letting me ah! hump my d-dirty cock against your foot, [name]!"
If anything, Zenistsu only speeds up his movements even more. He wouldn't ever think that the way you're so mean to him would turn him on or that he would actually enjoy but here he is: grinding against your foot like a bitch in heat as his sinful noises fill the room. Anyone could walk past your dorm and hear just how loud he's being but other more important thoughts fill his head, like the sudden need to cum.
"Fucking freak."
"s-shit fuck me!" You laugh, making him whine. "Oh you wish. A shoe hump is all you're gonna get from me. Though I bet you do want to fuck me, hm?" You tease, watching the way he shivers. The thought has his eyes rolling back. Just imagining being able to fuck you has his mind turning cloudy, his thoughts scrambling up.
His mouth drops open with a girlish scream when his orgasm hits him and it hits him hard. Your eyes stare at his mouth and the way drool escapes from the side. The growing wet patch on his underwear steals your attention and you watch as some leaks through the material, dripping onto the floor beneath him.
"You're so pathetic, Zenistsu."
Your fingers drop to the hem of his underwear before entering them, feeling the sticky mess where his dick is. You take your time scooping some on your fingers before taking them out, watching as the liquid drips down your fingers slowly and coats them.
You let out a disappointed tsk. "Look at the mess you made."
Zenistsu watches your every move and his heart begins to race when you look at him with something in your eyes that makes his breath hitch. He sees your eyes drop down to his mouth and he subconsciously licks his lips.
You grin at him. "Open your mouth, pretty boy." You say, moving the soiled fingers closer to his face.
Almost with no hesitation, you watch as he slowly opens his mouth, his tongue sticking out like a invitation for your fingers to enter. Hot breath fans them as they move closer to him.
The whine he lets out tells you exactly what he wants. He looks at you, awaiting your next move. He glances at your fingers with something in his eyes, almost like excitement.
When two of your fingers touch his tongue, his warm mouth immediately envelops them as he wraps his tongue around your digits. He shivers from both the taste of himself on his tongue and from the feeling of your fingers in his mouth, letting out a small whine.
You don't let him get used to the feeling as you begin to push them further in his mouth, making him let out a surprised moan.
You feel your fingers hit the back of his throat, making Zenistsu gag around him. Tears appear at the corner of his eyes and you coo at him.
"Are you gonna cry, Zenistsu? Is the feeling of my fingers down your throat too much?" He gulps at your words but shakes his head.
He begins bobbing his head with your fingers, letting out a noise each time they hit the back of his throat. You feel his tongue suck on them.
The sight is so lewd that it leaves you breathless. His drool drips down your hand and his eyes roll back as he chokes on your fingers. He has a hand on your wrist but he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he pushes your fingers in more with a choked moan. He stares up at you with hooded eyes.
You shove another finger in his mouth and Zenistsu is quick to cover it in his spit.
"Shit, I wonder what everyone would think if they heard how much of a whore you actually are."
Zenistsu can only shake his head in denial, tears welling up even more. He tries to answer back but it comes out all muffled.
"Can't understand what you're saying if you got my fingers in your mouth, baby."
He whimpers around your fingers. You don't notice him beginning to grind against your foot again and he comes with a cry, dirtying his pants yet again.
You take your fingers out of his mouth and he falls against your legs, breath heavy and eyes closed. But you grab his hair and yank him back, staring straight into his eyes.
"Oh we're far from done, Zenistsu. I'm going to use you till you can't think anymore."
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sunandflame · 6 months
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Not a Monster
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Warnings: fluff, nsfw, smut, implied violence, neglect, threesome, double penetration, biting, mating, jealousy
Word Count: 7,2k
Pairing: Yoriichi x Fem!Reader x Kokushibo
crossposted on AO3
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In a world where Demons had become domesticated in the last century or so, becoming glorified pets and workers. 
You knew you had done your friend a favor by getting her a pet demon, especially since you were worried about her mental state, which had been rapidly getting worse.
Weeks and months had passed now. Of course you remained in constant contact and had observed how good it was for her to take care of the demonic creature. Which of course left you wondering why you didn't have one, since you weren't any better when it came to fighting the loneliness that was a constant part of your life. Some solitude was always good but when prolonged, it was overwhelming and could be painful.
That's why you thought it couldn't hurt to - maybe - keep your eyes open, look and behold, it literally popped in front of your nose as you walked past a shelter. There was a red sign with 'HIGH DISCOUNT' there.
It wouldn't hurt to take a look, right?
Your entrance was announced by the ringing of a bell above the door. There was no one there and you looked around cautiously. There were all sorts of things that were used for keeping a demon. You walked down the corridor and saw a big cage standing darkly in the corner. It was larger than the other cages you had seen and you became curious, especially since the sign also said high discount.
As you walked in closer, you noticed the demon who was on his knees behind the bars, dignified and humble, he had his gaze lowered until he realized you were there. He was beautiful with his maroon colored eyes and long black hair that turned reddish at the tips. A prominent mark on his forehead took nothing away from his beauty and neither did the two horns that protruded from his forehead. Two horns…? Wait a minute, this means…
“This is a pureblood, very rare on the market.”
Startled, you turned to the clerk, who suddenly stood behind the counter and stared at you. Your gaze went back to the demon, who looked at you carefully and didn't take his eyes off of you. “Then why is it at such a low price?”
“Because of his brother.”
"His brother?" You frowned and looked confused from the seller to the cage and you felt another presence in the cage - 6 glowing eyes stared at you from the dark corner.
He stepped forward next to his brother and even though you could tell they were probably twins, you could clearly see the differences. The red of his long hair was darker and more spikier, his complexion paler, his physique was broader and more muscular. But this was not the main difference. It was his eyes which he held 6 pairs of. Golden with red sclera. His aura was intimidating and yet also very regal and proud. He had two horns as well that were more purple than red. He also adorned an additional mark that ran from his chin down to his throat.
 “Why, what’s wrong with his brother?” You couldn't take your eyes off him as you asked your questions and saw him squinting all of his 6 eyes on you.
“Yoriichi is a very domestic and remarkable demon. Very trusting, friendly, and listens to every command but his brother, Kokushibo, on the other hand… Well, I can only say that his previous owner was not able to handle him.”
“It didn’t occur to you to separate the two?”
“Of course, but every time they were separated, Kokushibo became more and more uncontrolled, and Yoriichi always managed to escape and return to his brother. We’ve tried it several times but it just didn’t work, which is why these rare purebloods are on discount.”
You saw Yoriichi looking at you with interest and Kokushibo about to hiss at you. You turned your head to the seller and grinned at him. “I’ll take them both.”
~ ~ ~
You really didn't know what got into you when you found yourself standing in front of the two demons that were clearly too tall. They literally towered over you by almost two heads, looking down at your pathetic height. You should have been intimidated, but strangely enough, you weren't. Maybe it was because Yoriichi's calm and tranquil manner balanced out Kokushibo's wild and angry one. The two of them were like yin and yang. Brothers who couldn't be separated.
The purchase was so spontaneous that you weren't really prepared and you were lucky enough to have a larger apartment with an additional room that you could possibly make available to the two of them. Your friend, whom you surprised with the demon Giyuu, probably felt as unprepared as you too.
“When was the last time you two ate?”
The two of them stared at you before Kokushibo turned away in disdain and Yoriichi felt obligated to answer for them both. He opened his mouth and it was the first time either of them had opened their mouths. “We last ate 10 days ago.”
What?! No wonder the six-eyed demon was in such a bad mood. Demons didn't have to eat regularly like humans. 1 to 2 a week was enough, but not 10 days! They must have been absolutely starving!
After they had eaten, you prepared their room. Unfortunately you didn't have any other beds, just futons, but that should be enough for now.
~ ~ ~
A few days passed and they were quieter than expected. Kokushibo hadn't done anything bad to you but still refused to talk to you while Yoriichi was very pleasant. 
“Yoriichi, do you want me to take your collar off? The Wisteria pouch must be uncomfortable for you.” Collars were mandatory for demons when they wanted to go outside, but the owner was able to choose at home.
He lowered his gaze humbly. “You are too kind, Mistress.”
You were very fond of Yoriichi. You liked his kind and gentle nature that even soothed your own chaotic thoughts. It was the least you could do for him. You asked him to lower his head and carefully took off his collar. While you came so close to him, you noticed his hair and gently stroked it. “How about I brush your hair, it’s looking a bit dull.”
His hair was beautiful and you could feel how he enjoyed being pampered by you in this way. How your brush went slowly through the dark red waves, making them shine again. It was a very domestic situation between the both of you that got interrupted by a dark aura from the corner. You quickly glanced from Yoriichi’s hair to Kokushibo. If you didn't know any better then you would assume that he was jealous, but you were not sure.
“Are you hungry?” But there was no answer. It was not like you expected him to talk. Both demon brothers had been very silent since the beginning. After taking off Yoriichi’s collar you noticed that he spoke a little bit more. His pleasant and calm voice relaxed you deeply and you wondered whether Kokushibo could even speak and whether it was perhaps because of the prong collar that he still had around his neck. The prong collar looked painful and even if you weren't intimidated by his strong presence, you still wanted to be careful.
But somehow that seemed unfair to you.
“Yoriichi, please wait here.” You stood up and approached the tall menacing demon until you were standing in front of him. He didn’t lower his ominous presence when he looked down on you and yet you showed no fear. ”Lower your head, please.” But he did nothing of that sort, but squinted his 6 eyes onto you. You let out a long sigh. You knew that it wouldn't be easy with him and yet you were slightly annoyed when you needed to pull up a chair so you could be on the same level as him.
“Don’t move…” You were very close to him as you fumbled with his prong collar to open it. What kind of brutal device was that? The collar was far too tight on his neck and had left scars; there were also scratch marks that showed that he had desperately tried to open it himself. It was said that demons who have face marks are wilder and less easy to tame. Kokushibo even had two. Was that the reason why they tortured him like that? Anger flared up in you, but you took controlled breaths so you were able to focus on this damn opening mechanism.
Kokushibo watched your efforts with interest and for the first time there was no anger or threatening aura coming from him or his eyes. After some fiddling with his neck, you managed to open the damn collar and threw it on the floor. Your gaze was focused on the puncture scars on his neck. Without a second thought, your fingers roamed over the spots.
Well at least you tried, because he had stopped you with such a quick movement that you took a startled step back. The only thing was that you had forgotten you were still standing on a chair and your foot stepped on thin air.
Everything happened so quickly in the next few seconds that you were not able to realize what actually happened until your body was pressed against his, his strong arms around your waist. He caught you in time and held you against his solid physique, and you could feel how strong and muscular he was. You looked at him with wide eyes while he looked at you almost bored. “You humans are so clumsy.”
Were those really his first words towards you? His voice had a deeper timbre than Yoriichi's and it made your skin shiver. Since his arrival, all he had done was glare at you and intimidate you with his brutal presence, which he was very good at controlling. All that was gone now as he still held you close to him - as if you weighed nothing. His gaze on you was interested, since this was the first time you were up so close to him.
“You- You can put me down now…” And he did. With a gentleness you never expected from him. Your soft body slid along his. You looked at him, slightly puzzled. “I'll get some balm for your wounds. Maybe you should sit down so I don’t have to get back on a chair.” He just nodded at you and sat down on the sofa where Yoriichi was sitting.
You left the room briefly and didn't notice how the brothers communicated with each other or how Kokushibo’s eyes were following you. With the balm in your hand, you sat between the two and turned your attention to Kokushibo. “Don’t be alarmed, it might be a little cool now,” you whispered as you gently rubbed the cool gel along his neck. He didn't even bat an eyelash and just let you do it while keeping all his 6 eyes closed. Was he enjoying it? It seemed like it. You carefully stroked over it a second time as you saw how the wounds were already starting to heal. “Woah!” You let out surprise.
“Our wounds heal very quickly and we can’t have scars, but my brother's collar was coated with an extra strong dose of wisteria that made him even weaker and made it difficult for him to speak. Thank you, Mistress, for this generous gift you gave to both of us.”
Yoriichi, who was sitting to your right, had taken your hand. He brought it gently to face and brushed it against his cheek and gave each knuckle a kiss. There were so many emotions associated with his gesture, like gratitude and affection, that it almost brought tears to your eyes. 
You turned your head towards Kokushibo who looked at you with a look that you couldn't interpret. He finally spoke and his voice made you shiver again. “I would like to take a bath. May I, Owner?”
You simply nodded and watched him get up and disappear into the bathroom. Yoriichi, who was still holding your hand, spoke as his brother was gone. “Michikatsu is not evil as anyone would assume. He needs love and affection like any other being. I wouldn't mind if you would give some of your attention and affection to him."
“Michikatsu? His name is not Kokushibo?”
He shook his head. “Koku, black. Shi, death, Bo, eye. They named him like that because of his eyes. He never corrected them as he wanted them to fear him. But in reality Michikatsu is the nicest of them all.”
Michikatsu is the nicest of them all.
Yoriichi's words echoed in your mind as you knocked on your bathroom door and opened a crack. "Can I come in?"
“This is your house, Owner...”
You grimaced at his wording and entered anyway. You saw him sitting relaxed in the tub with all but one of his eyes closed. With the one he watched you carefully as you took a washcloth and sat down on a stool behind him. You gestured for him to lean forward slightly, which he did.
You moistened the washcloth with the warm water and gently slid it over his broad shoulder. Luckily his hair was already in a bun so you had free access to his back. At first he was very tense, but when he realized that you didn't mean him any harm and just wanted to scrub his back, you felt his muscles slowly relax under your fingers.
“I told your brother the same, please don’t call me Owner. Just call me Y/N. It feels so degrading to you both to call me owner.”
He was silent for a while before answering. “We... are demons... We have no right to name anything the way we want... We have no right to have an opinion on what we should be called. We are just objects in people's eyes. Easy pets...”
This time you were the one who remained silent, because you had felt the resentment and frustration behind those words. You took a cup and filled it with warm water and poured it over his back to wash away the dirt that had formed from your scrubbing. “I don’t know what your previous owners did to you. You don't have to tell me, but you're not objects to me. You are living beings who deserve to live a good life. You can call my home yours too. You are allowed to have possessions too.”
“That is…noted…”
The next few minutes were shrouded in silence, but it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, Michikatsu actually seemed to enjoy the way you gently massaged his scalp with your fingertips while you shampooed his hair. You enjoyed these domestic activities. To take care of someone. To make them feel good. You hadn't done that for a very long time because you had also been alone for a long time. Being alone was painful- 
Before you could delve into your dark thoughts, you noticed an odd smell and was startled. Did you leave something on the stove? No, it smelled way too pleasant for that.
Michikatsu noticed your twitch, but he didn't react like you. “Yoriichi has been watching you for days, like me. He’ll probably cook you something while you’re here with me.”
You looked at him in surprise. He wasn't serious, was he? You really wanted to check, but wanted to finish bathing Michikatsu.
“Go…  I’ll wash up and join you…”
You nodded and walked into the kitchen where you saw Yoriichi standing at the stove with your pink apron on. He looked at you and gave you a smile. “Since you take such good care of us, I wanted to prepare something for you. I read that miso soup is very popular and you had the ingredients for it. Do you like miso soup with silken tofu?”
You couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him looking so adorable with your pink apron. “Yes, I love miso soup.”
~ ~ ~
Ever since Kokushibo spoke to you, you were sure that all three of you were getting along very well. You ate together, laughed and talked. Well mainly you talked, because the two of them enjoyed listening to you talk and you finally had the feeling that someone actually wanted to listen to you too. And of course you cared for them too. Pampered them, washed their backs and bought them what they wanted even if that was not much. Yoriichi had once told you that it was enough that you would treat them well as you did now. This always made you question what terrible things had been done to them. How would they dare to treat them badly? You didn't want to think too deeply about it. If they didn’t want to talk and think about it then who were you to do so?
“Ouch!”
You looked at your finger which was starting to bleed. You quickly put your bleeding finger under running water to rinse out the dirt and checked out the wound. Shit, the cut was deeper than expected. Suddenly you felt Michikatsu’s presence very close to you. You jumped. Even after weeks, you couldn't get used to how quietly the two of them moved around the apartment. He looked down at you and your bleeding finger. 
“Don’t worry, it’ll stop bleeding soon.” You weren't sure if you were saying this more to yourself than to him, but he wasn't deterred. He took your hand and put your finger in his mouth, licking the blood off. You looked at him with wide eyes. You were even more surprised when he suddenly took you in his arms and carried you to the couch and sat down, you sitting sideways on his lap, taking your bleeding finger into his mouth again. 
You were literally puzzled, but he didn't seem to mind. You had been in the middle of cooking and wanted to tell him so, but he just gave you a look which silenced you.
“Clumsy human, let Yoriichi do the cooking and let me take care of your wound.”
You wanted to say something in response but didn't know what. You had already seen Yoriichi scurrying into the kitchen but were distracted again when Michikatsu gently nibbled on your finger and put it in his mouth.
Since that time he always looked for moments to distract himself by nibbling on your fingers. He seemed to have an oral fixation, or he just liked it. Either way, he seemed to be enjoying it and it didn't bother you, so you let him have his way. It also gave you the chance to look at him up close, as he often didn't allow that.
Michikatsu noticed this of course. “You’re not at all disgusted by my appearance.”
“Why should I?” You did not understand the question.
“Are my eyes not too scary for you?” 
Oh, this is what it was about… “Is this why you always keep all eyes closed and just look with one?”
“No, I keep them closed so that I don’t have sensory overload and… so that you aren’t afraid of me.”
“So I was right?”
He kept silent and you gave him a soft smile. “Please close your eyes.” He did as you asked. You moved closer to him ever so slowly and gently kissed each of his 6 eyelids. When you let go he looked at you in surprise, his 6 eyes wide. This was the first time you could see the emotions so strong on his face. “You are not a monster and never will be to me.”
~ ~ ~
“You are not jealous, right?” you asked Yoriichi, while he was sitting patiently in front of you as you brushed his long beautiful hair. 
He shook his head. “No, why should I?”
“Well… Because I give your brother so much more attention than you.” It was a little bit uncomfortable to admit this, but it was true. Michikatsu was very demanding and jealous from time to time, even if you don’t give him much reason for it. But yet, anytime you were close to Yoriichi or spending time with him, he immediately snatched you away in silence and nibbled on your fingers. 
“But I did ask you to do so, right?”
“I mean, yes you did. But I still feel bad about it. You deserve my attention as much as Michikatsu.”
Yoriichi took your hand, it seemed like the brothers had a fixation with your hands, and kissed your knuckles as he always does when he wants to show his gratitude. “Sitting here with you, hearing you talk, while you touch me so affectionately, is everything I ever wanted.” 
Yoriichi were always able to hit you with the right words and gestures. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the crown of his head. “You are such a good boy and deserve the whole world.” You felt Yoriichi shiver from your words.
~ ~ ~
Months passed, the season changed and it was winter. That meant the Christmas markets opened very soon! You were excited because you wanted to show the brothers how beautiful the markets can be. Of course they needed to wear collars, since demon companions were required to wear one by law. You hated it, since you were not able to forget the painful device Michikatsu had had to wear, but you had to adhere to the law. You decided to get the type that was demon friendly without the wisteria pouch for both of them. 
The three of you strolled through the Christmas market, Michikatsu to your left and Yoriichi to your right, and you received a lot of attention. You didn't know if it was because of their height or because of their distinguishing face marks. It could also be due to Michikatsu’s threatening aura, or the fact that they had two horns which identified them as purebloods - a very rare sight to see.
It wasn't important to you. The only important thing was that they had fun like you did and got as many impressions as possible. You curiously looked at all the stands and came across a woodcarver that had beautiful pieces to offer when you suddenly saw a wooden puzzle box. Himitsu-bako. You took it carefully and stared at it, fascinated. You always wanted to try it. The idea to get so fixated with a riddle was so appealing to you that you asked about the price. He named the price. You thanked him, placing the puzzle back down, and went to the next stall.
“Why didn’t you buy the puzzle box? You seemed very interested in it.” Yoriichi looked at you questioningly, while Michikatsu lingered in the back, his attention somewhere else.
“Oh, it was a bit too expensive. I wanted to have money for candied apples and to buy you two something you want! The puzzle has no priority.” You gave him a bright smile as the cold air made your cheeks blush.
You threw yourself onto your couch immediately when you got home. Man, you were exhausted. Yoriichi and Michikatsu didn't even seem to show any signs of exhaustion, but you clearly were. Walking for hours had drained you and you just wanted to relax now. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
As usual, they sat down on the couch on either side of you as you made yourself comfortable. It wasn’t long until your head was resting on Yoriichi's lap, him playing softly with your hair while Michikatsu massaged your calves that were sore from all the walking. You felt so comfortable and safe that it didn't take long for you to fall asleep and you missed over half of the movie. You didn’t notice how Yoriichi gently lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed or how he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead while you cuddled yourself onto your blanket.
~ ~ ~
"What is this?" You stared at the small box that was placed in front of you and you didn't hesitate to pick up. It didn't take long for you to realize what it was. It was a wooden puzzle box. Himitsu-baku!  You looked excitedly at the beautiful piece. “But where did you get that from, Michi-kun?”
“Michikatsu is very skilled in wood carving,” Yoriichi replied as Michikatsu watched you with interest. “He made me a flute too, see?” He took out the little flute and showed it to you.
You looked at the beautiful piece in awe and then looked over at Michikatsu. “Michi-kun, I didn’t know you were so talented! Yori-kun, can you play on that?”
Yoriichi didn't hesitate and played some soft tunes. You clapped your hands enthusiastically. “You two are so talented!” You watched as Michikatsu turned away and hid his face behind his hair. Was he blushing? You probably saw it wrong… You looked back at your box. These were some refined skills, which made you wonder.
“It never occurred to me to ask you about your hobbies or what activities you like to do…” You felt guilty because until now they had always obediently gone along with everything you wanted but you never asked what they wanted.
The brothers looked at each other, visibly confused by your change of topic. This time Michikatsu spoke to answer your question. “We enjoy…training kendo together… But our previous owners didn’t like it at all… They got scared… Also we always lack the space and the necessary tools.”
"Tools?"
“A bokken, but a simple wooden broomstick will do too,” Yoriichi explained to her.
"Oh! I think I can organize that! Also a place for you to train! The apartment complex has an unused backyard. We can go there in the evening! As often as you want too!”
You three were at the said place. You were not able to find a bokken, but Yoriichi had said that broomsticks are enough for now. You can get them the necessary equipment later. Oh, how happy they would be, you thought excitedly to yourself.
Now you sat in a corner, lulled in your jacket as you watched the two brothers standing in front of each other. They first bowed respectfully and then it began. Their movements were so fluid and elegant that you were barely able to look away. It was a dance between two brothers who couldn't be more different. Like the sun and moon, Yin and yang. You weren't sure who would emerge victorious, but you were still surprised to see Michikatsu a few minutes later on the ground.
Another fight. Michikatsu was on the ground again. It went on like this until the yukatas were thrown over their shoulders, hanging down from the Hakamas. They were both suddenly topless, the cold didn't seem to bother them. You felt heat creeping into you. It wasn't like you'd never seen them topless before, since you washed and bathed them both from time to time. But now they are training. The muscles rippled in harmony with their movements, it was only then that you realized how incredibly sexy they both actually were.
Both were muscular and strongly built. Yoriichi a little leaner than Michikatsu. Your eyes wandered and you couldn't get enough of what was presented in front of you. Wandering up and down until they stopped on the seductive V-line of the two of them. Your eyes switched back and forth and you had to suppress a sigh as Michikatsu lunged forward, flexing his big biceps.
It didn't take long for you to get wet and dampen your panties. Crap. That was not good. You couldn’t be horny for your demons! That's irresponsible! Both of them had immediately stopped and stared at you as if they knew something. You blushed like a tomato.
“It seems like Y/N is cold. We should go home,” Yoriichi said as he put his yukata back on.
Michikatsu nodded and did the same and you were happy that demons were not able to notice things like that, right?
~ ~ ~
You laid in bed, frustrated, not being able to finish what you had started. Fuck, why can’t I come already? For the past hour you were touching yourself, trying to get rid of this horniness and the lewd thoughts that bothered you all evening. But it didn't work!
You huffed, frustrated, pulling your hands from your pants, and rested your arm on your forehead. It has been a while since you touched yourself. Was it possible to unlearn things like that? You didn’t know. What you did know was that you were exhausted and wanted to sleep but the hot images of the two brothers haunted you badly. 
Your thoughts were interrupted by soft knocking. “May we come in?” It was Yoriichi’s soft voice.
You immediately gathered yourself and sat straight in your bed. “Um, y-yes, sure!” The door opened slowly and the two brothers entered your bedroom. “Were you both not able to sleep?”
No answer, only gazes as Michikatsu sat down at the end of your bed and gently massaged your calves while Yoriichi sat close to you and held your hands in his. Normally you didn't have a problem with them being so touchy, you were happy to give them whatever they wanted and secretly you enjoyed it too, but at the moment it wasn't so good. Because you were a bit oversensitive due to your frustration.
Yoriichi looked at you with his soft maroon eyes as he cupped your face. “We sensed your troubles.”
Your furrowed your eyebrows. “My troubles?”
Michikatsu’s hands were gliding a little bit higher onto your thigh. “Yes, your arousal.”
You didn’t know if you were blushing because of the embarrassment of being caught or the feeling of his hands being so close to your core. It also didn’t help that Yoriichi lowered his head closer to your face and talked in his soft beguiling voice. “There is no need to be ashamed, Y/N. You always make sure that we feel good. You care about us so much, never seeing a monster in us. We want to give it back to you…” With each word he came closer, until his lips were on yours. His kiss was so soft and loving that you sighed into the kiss. Yoriichi took that as an invitation for his tongue. 
While Yoriichi distracted you with his sensual kiss, you felt Michikatsu slowly dragging your pants along with your underwear down and spreading your legs. “Brother, she smells so intoxicating…” You felt his breath close to your pussy.
Yoriichi, who let go of you briefly to let you catch a breath, answered his brother. “Her lips are sweeter than anything I’ve tasted before.”
Michikatsu did not wait and licked at your slick like a hungry cat and groaned. “You are right… She tastes like heaven…” With these words he dove into your core and lavished on your juices. You let out a surprised moan as you threw your head back. Your hand grabbed desperately at Yoriichi’s yukata who just watched you, fascinated, and then kissed you again. But he didn’t stay on your lips for long. His mouth traveled down your neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. You felt how his hands were slowly pushing up your loose shirt to cup one of your boobs and massaging it slowly with one hand. His mouth also found his destination and kissed and sucked on your other nipple. 
So many sensations at the same time and you were not sure what to focus on. The knot inside you tightened, and suddenly everything exploded. You came with a loud moan as you threw your head back once again. 
Michikatsu’s lower eyes were closed, his face glistening in your juices. He pushed a single finger into you just to let Yoriichi lick it off. You watched the interaction between them both. It was like he wanted him to know how you tasted. You saw how Yoriichi’s pupils dilated as he tasted your sweet nectar. It was such a lewd image that it made you sigh in anticipation.
You heard your bedsheet ruffle and watched as the brothers swapped their places. Suddenly Michikatsu was in your face, kissing you greedily on the mouth, not letting you take a breath. You were able to taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t mind it at all. Not even that he used his teeth, because all of that was washed away by Yoriichi's tongue and mouth, who was now the one eating you out.
There was a clear difference between the two. Yoriichi was definitely gentler, as were the tongue strokes along your outer labia. Or the way he sucked on your clit. Your left hand was on his head, tangled into his soft waves as you pushed him closer to your cunt, feeling how close you were again.
Your other hand was on Michikatsu, who was pinching your nipples, making you wince and twitch every time, forcing you to keep your attention on him. It was a lot to handle. Lots of feelings and desires at once that you didn't know how to deal with. But they were so strong, able to hold you still while they feasted on you.
Yoriichi hit a point with his tongue that made you come with a loud cry. The waves of the orgasm were so intense that it left you trembling. You had never cum twice in a row in your life.
Yoriichi wiped his face with the back of his hand. Both brothers watched you in awe as you layed there, exhausted from your orgasm.
“She is so beautiful… I want to mark her.”
“Later, when we are inside of her.”
“I am not sure if her bed is able to carry us three.”
“Yes, we should move her to our room with the futons.”
You were not able to distinguish who said what, since your brain felt like mush, but that was not important. You were suddenly lifted up and carried by someone. Your cheek resting on a strong chest. You realized that you were all naked. When did they undress you? You opened your eyes slowly to see his beautiful maroon eyes. “Yori-kun…”
You felt his lips on your forehead and then on your lips again, making you sigh again and heating up the desire in your lower belly. 
“Do you think she can take us both?
“She is stronger than you think.”
“I know.” These two words were said in such loving affection that it made your heart flutter.
“Hey… I am still here,” you protested. “You both prepped me so well I… I think I can handle that.”
"Oh, you do?” The first time in your life you saw how Michikatsu smirked at you as he snatched you away from Yoriichi and sat you down on his lap. 
You felt his hardened cock close to your core, but your eyes were fixated on that smirk of his. He was “...gorgeous…” You leaned forward, your hands on his muscular chest as you kissed him oh so softly. It seemed like he didn’t expect that softness. Never did he expect anything, though he deserved all the softness and kindness.
You poured all your love into the kiss, playing with his hair, nudging his tongue against yours and biting at his lower lip. He groaned and got impatient. He picked you up by your thighs and placed you on the tip of his dick and let you sink down very slowly. “Michi..!” You whimpered and shuddered at the fullness and how good it felt. 
He bottomed out and didn’t move, letting you adjust. Until you moved your hips. “Impatient human,” he murmured as he started sucking on your tit.
You didn't stay still though as you slowly moved your hips and started riding him. His hands grabbed your thighs tightly to help you. Michikatsu couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of your tightness around him. Gosh, it felt so good hearing those noises coming out of him, knowing that you were the cause of it. Making you feel that you had a tiny bit of control even if it was not like that at all.
Suddenly you felt his hands on your waist, moving up to cup your breasts and kneading them; you also felt his lips kissing along your spine, making you shiver as you still moved on top of Michikatsu. You smiled and when his kisses reached your shoulder, you tried to turn your head to look at him, to give him a kiss. Yoriichi came closer but you were interrupted by Michikatsu, who grabbed your chin and turned your head back to him, just to claim your lips harshly and groan into the kiss. 
“H-Hey-” you panted after he left you breathless. “Stop being jealous. I want to kiss Yoriichi too!”
Michikatsu was about to respond when Yoriichi picked you up into his arms without warning. With one fluid movement Michikatsu’s dick slid out of you and you could only go “Oh!” at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Even Michikatsu breathed out harshly at the sudden change and glared at you both.
“Now it's my turn.” You giggled at him teasing his brother and slung your arms over Yoriichi’s neck, your legs around his waist. It was clear that he missed your kisses and you were glad to give him all he could ever want. You started kissing him all over his face - his cheek, his nose, his eyes, and then his lips. You both couldn’t hold back moaning into the kiss when he suddenly sheathed himself into you. You at the fullness he was giving you, and him because you were so tight around his cock.
You marveled at his strength as he held you up so easily, starting to move inside of you at a slow pace. You felt safe in his arms; you knew he wouldn’t even think of dropping you.
You felt the jealous glare on your back and it didn’t take long until Michikatsu got up to stand behind you. One of his hands pushed your hair aside so he was able to kiss and nibble on your left shoulder. You felt his chest pressed on your back as his fingers slid up to spread your wetness and lube you up with additional saliva. It was a strange feeling, but not unwelcome, as Yoriichi’s careful thrusts distracted you from Michikatsu’s motions behind you.
Soon enough, he retracted his fingers and replaced them with his tip. He was so careful with you - a contrast to his earlier roughness - moving in tandem with Yoriichi to bring you pleasure rather than pain. The feeling of them both inside you was overwhelming and you didn’t know what else to do other than to hold tightly onto Yoriichi’s shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. 
Michikatsu’s hands joined Yoriichi’s on your thighs. It felt as if the heat of their touch burned you to the core and even if you wanted to get out, it was impossible. You were placed so tightly between the two brothers, moving in sync into you, you could not move at all.
One of your hands reached behind you so you could grab onto Michikatsu’s neck. The other one still gripping onto Yoriichi. The angle changed, and you saw stars, clenching tightly around both of them making them both groan. They sped up, the pleasure bringing tears to your eyes.
“Please…!” You begged, not knowing what for, but it seemed like they knew.  
You were not sure if you saw it correctly as your brain was not able to comprehend anything logical at that moment but you saw a change in Yoriichi’s face as if he was communicating with his brother. 
The knot inside you tightened for the third time that night. You cried out their names as they thrusted harder into you making your vision blur. This time your release was more intense than you’d ever experienced, but before it could ebb away you felt teeth on both of your shoulders.
You could only cry out and everything went black.
~ ~ ~
Ah shit... Why does my shoulder hurt so much?
You woke up between two muscle-bound bodies and didn't know where you were until you remembered the last night. “Oh fuck…” you whispered and immediately put your hand over your mouth when someone started to grumble in annoyance. Did you wake one of them? Suddenly you were pulled by a strong hand and pressed against a muscular chest. “Stop thinking too much, human, sleep a little bit more. You need rest.”
You looked up into the face of Michikatsu, who had narrowed one of his lower eyes to look at you. You couldn't contradict him because you felt tiredness overcoming you again and you fell back into a deep sleep, safe in his arms.
You woke up again, but this time on Yoriichi's chest, who was playing with your hair. “Good morning.”
“Good morning…” You yawned and looked around, realizing that you both were alone on the futons. “Where is Michikatsu…?”
“He is preparing a bath for you. How do you feel?” He watched you as he waited for your answer.
How did you feel? You were not sure if you thought about last night. Did you regret it? No… But your shoulders were killing you. “My shoulders hurt and I feel sore, but that’s it.”
“Oh, that’s because we marked you.” 
“Marked me?”
“Yes,” he smiled at you, “We are now mates.”
Mates… Wait what?! Was that even possible between a human and demons? You heard about this rumour that demons were able to mate each other, but fuck… This was the last thing you ever expected. “What will happen now?”
“First of all you are going to take a bath while we take care of you.” Michikatsu appeared at the door frame as he looked at the both of you, laying naked on top of each other.
~ ~ ~
Even if it was weird in the beginning you quickly got used to the idea of being mated to both of your demons. You hadn’t been sure what to do with the situation and called your friend, who just told you that she had also got mated with her demon. It was not a common thing at all, actually unheard of, but here you were, having not one but two demon mates.
You asked them if that was something common, to have two demons, but they shook their heads. “It’s probably because we are twins and very attached to each other. Perhaps it was inevitable we would share a mate,” Yoriichi told you, while he nuzzled his face into your hair.
“Who would have thought that we would mate with a clumsy human?” You saw the smirk on Michikatsu’s face that now happened to appear more after that night. He seated himself next to you both and snatched you away from Yoriichi again. It seemed like a game between the two brothers at this point - as if they were not able to share a toy.
You faux-sulked. You just took his face into your hands and gave him a long loving kiss. Then you felt how he placed something on your lap. 
It was a wooden carving of a woman with two tall men at her sides and looking closer, you realized it was the three of you. The gift nearly made you spill tears, touched by his gesture of love.
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Be my Owner
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Demon pet! Tomioka Giyuu x AFAB! Reader
Demons mated for life, sharing lifespan with their mates.
Tags: mild allusions to depression (reader), demon pet AU (domesticated demons), in heat, smut, nipple play, mating, dom-leaning bottom reader (i think???) Word count: 7,4k
Masterlist | My Pet Demon collab
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You knew you were not well mentally; the deep hole, where your heart should be, made itself known a long time ago. What you didn’t understand was the reason you… required a pet. And it wasn’t even any pet - a dog would have sufficed, maybe - but your best friend gave you a fucking demon.
You didn’t know what you did to deserve your best friend but this was a bit… over the top. Especially now as you stared your new charge in the impossibly deep blue eyes. 
Giyuu was a serious-looking demon, long black hair a little tangled and dry, giving it a distinct spiky shape, cute dark blue horns poking out from his head. He also had dark eyebags, which was hardly surprising, given that he’d had to travel in the sun, which weakened demons a great amount. An overall gaunt appearance was what made your heart want to keep it - keep him.
Demons had become domesticated in the last century or so, becoming glorified pets and workers, though there was a movement about giving them rights by law. You supported that movement passively, but you would have to immerse yourself in it more, now that you owned a demon.
He’d been silent the entire time you and your best friend talked, not moving an inch, and he was still not saying anything when they left.
“So…” He perked up a little when you started to speak. “Uhm… When was the last time you ate?” 
Giyuu shifted on his feet, the first true response to anything that was said that day. His voice was a little raspy, though not overly deep, and it retained a soothing quality. “...three days ago.”
Your friend told you he needed to feed at least once a week, so to be safe, you had to get some meat for him. It would do you no good to starve him, what with his current appearance. “And what type of meat do you prefer?”
The question made him raise his eyebrows briefly, before they fell back into a neutral expression. It seemed not many people, if anyone at all, asked him that. “Salmon.”
You had some salmon filets in the freezer that you could let thaw in the sink for him. It was a curious choice, less… usual? You would think he’d go for more human-like meat, such as pork. Oh well, you would have to look up diet options for him. Your friend told you he was a mutt - a mixed type breed - so you would heed his preference to salmon as well.
You tried not to think how much you focused on feeding him right, when you yourself often skipped eating for days.
Your life with Giyuu settled into a new routine. 
You spread your couch for him for a few days until you could get him a true bed. He always seemed surprised by these little gestures of… human kindness you displayed for him.
The first night on the couch, he’d hardly moved from sleeping on his back; the second he was turned onto the side; by the time a week went by, he’d relaxed enough to snuggle close to the green and yellow bunny plushie you had given him.
You took to feeding him twice a week, which always made his eyebrows twitch before he dug in. Though you followed some advice you found on the demon diet, you tried to incorporate salmon as much as possible, so he could enjoy his favorite meat. You found out he was quite the messy eater, bringing a smile to your face whenever you had to gently wipe off the fish scales or other raw bits off of his cheeks.
Since his hair started to tame down a little from its tangled mess - though the baths he’d taken helped too - you thought the diet was a success.
You ordered some clothes for him. Most of them fit him, some were oversized, but all were made for comfort. Sweatpants, cotton shirts, one hoodie for when the weather became colder, some underwear and socks. You would take him shopping for a pair or two of shoes later, as he’d come bare-footed, as well as buying him more clothes that fit him properly - and also maybe jeans and a dress-shirt, for other occasions... What you received through mail would be enough for now.
The bed arrived. Your flat wasn’t that big, forcing you to put his bed in the living room corner instead of his own room. You tried to give him privacy, giving him several choices of different curtains and screens - of which he’d chosen a sliding-door type screen reminiscent of shoji doors.
Taking care of Giyuu gave you a strange satisfaction. Fulfilling his needs came to you like second nature, and you always pushed through your exhaustion to do things for him you would rarely do for yourself before he came into your life. 
You started to see merit in owning him when you actually went to take a shower after not showering for three days, thinking ‘I must be stinky to him’. You changed your sheets right after that and laid in your clean bed in a fresh set of clothes with your window open to let in the evening air. It was odd. You felt better somehow, despite the two basic actions taking up the rest of your energy.
Your eyes wandered to the door which led to the living room and wondered about Giyuu’s situation. At times it felt like the two of you were two sides of the same coin. Did either of you really have a purpose in life?
Did Giyuu truly deserve to have an owner like you - struggling with basic human needs?
Probably not.
But you were all he had.
With that depressing thought, you drifted off to sleep.
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Before you knew it, it was four months, nearly five, into your companionship arrangement. 
One thing you felt bad about was your hermit-type lifestyle. You worked from home as an editor, which was good for your mental health, and also for your new pet, as you were always home in case something happened. It had a bad side too though - like staying cooped up in the apartment forever. 
While you worked, you allowed Giyuu to stay in your room with you, setting up a small corner for him with a large beanbag, and a few books to read after you confirmed he was literate. At the moment, he was spread out over the chair on his back, reading through Game of Thrones for the nth time. He really seemed to like that book, perhaps you should get the next one in the series, though you never got to finish the first one, courtesy of your limited energy levels throughout the day.
Or perhaps - your thoughts flitted to the Demon Rights movement - you could see if there was a meet up somewhere nearby, so he could interact with other local demons. You remembered they sometimes did those…
You opened up your social media, the one you recently created solely to interact with the local DR group, and checked the upcoming events. It took a little bit of scrolling but you saw one that suited you. 
The Night Parade A.K.A. DR’s 13th Meet up!
It was in a park about 30 minutes away by foot, and the start was around an hour after sunset, which was perfect. The description encouraged people to bring their demon companions for much-needed socializing while the humans could see what others do to help their demons acclimate in homes and other living arrangements. 
The last sentence made your heart plummet down to your stomach.
A kindly reminder that demon companions are required to wear collars by law.
There was a link to their website which offered sustainable collars which didn’t hurt the demons while wearing it.
You saved your work and looked up more information about demon collars, immersing yourself in the vast world that was the Demon Rights site and other sources. Once you deemed yourself at least partially educated on the issue, you went back to the DR e-shop and scoured it for one you thought would be okay for your demon companion.
“Giyuu?” you glanced at him, the book he had been holding in his hand was bookmarked and closed, laying on the table you placed next to his beanbag. He’d been reading not a second ago, how was he so fast? At least he didn’t stand up as he had been prone to do the first month whenever you addressed him.
At times you wondered if he was mute, but then he surprised you by speaking with you in a low voice - which happened more often as he got comfortable. “Yes, owner?” 
“How do you feel about going outside?”
His eyebrows twitched, which you had come to interpret as excitement. You liked to think you were getting better at reading him. “Whatever you want to do, we will do, owner.”
You nodded. “Well… To go outside, you need to… wear a collar,” you said softly, looking at him and gauging his reaction. He gave away nothing. “And, well, I did my research and there were multiple options and I found one that might-” You beckoned him closer and he practically shot to your side, very nearly startling you. “Oh! Yes, do you think this one would be alright?” You scooted a little to the side with your chair, letting him lean in to see the screen. 
It was a relatively plain collar, with nichirin cord hidden in the fabric, and though the locking mechanism was very simple it abided by the law standards. There were no wisteria poison pouches nor electric shock add-ons as your ‘normal’ ‘pet shop’ might offer. The e-shop offered several color options as well.
You watched him as he read the specifications. Was it too much? Maybe you should get just a plain one for other ‘pets’ and try to disguise it as a proper collar. 
Still… it felt wrong to put a collar on Giyuu, as if he were an animal. The thought of degrading him like this made your stomach churn.
“Can I-?”
“Go ahead.”
He took the mouse and clicked on the wine red option. Giyuu stood up straight and looked at you blankly, waiting for you to understand what he meant.
Your eyes flitted between him and the screen, raising your eyebrow. “You want this one?” 
He nodded.
You supposed it was better than choosing a color for him. You quickly added it to the cart, along with a… leash. The whole situation made you feel icky.
Giyuu hovered over you for a moment longer, before you waved him off to his seat with a mutter of ‘thanks’ over your shoulder.
A deep sigh left you, and though you didn’t see, he picked up on it, observing you for a long moment.
At times he wondered if it was him who burdened you so. He knew however that the problem lay deeper inside of you than just a pet like him. He could smell it on you, the lack of certain hormones that fueled human happiness. 
And just as he could smell the lack of them, he could recognize when their levels spiked up - like when you watched him reading in his little corner, or when you saw him dozing in his bed, or enjoying his meat. He also registered that you liked to see him grooming himself, like brushing his hair (rather wrestling it into a manageable mane) and putting oils onto his horns.
His horns, and hair, had been dried out for a long while, the previous shelter not doing much to help out his problems. 
Thanks to your tender care and change of diet, he saw his water marks returning too. The one on his chest was the first to appear, the dark blue standing out against his skin. You had yet to notice.
That was the thing he prided himself in. He was not a mutt, as most people assumed. His coloring was a little unusual but he was of the Urokodaki line, Tomioka branch of Water demons. Giyuu was probably one of the last pure blood demons there were, making him stronger than others - if fed properly. And you did. You listened to him and fed him a fish-based diet for his needs.
You were the first owner who asked him about his opinion and cared about it. And that was one single fact which would make him loyal to death to you. He would gladly wear a collar with your name on it, outside and inside, with pride. 
Because he was yours, body and soul.
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You had nearly forgotten about the event until your calendar gave you a notification. The package from the e-shop had arrived only two days after you ordered it, and you had yet to open it, leaving it to collect dust. The uncomfortable feeling returned. You very much did not want to put a collar on Giyuu, it had to be humiliating - for him - and the last thing you wanted to do was make him out to be some sort of beast he certainly was not.
“Uhm, so,” you started nervously. “We are going out today…”
Giyuu was looking down at you head tilted slightly, as you stood by a small package on the counter. He remained silent.
“I’m really sorry but uhm, by law you need to have a collar… when we go out,” you reminded him gently, fumbling with the package. “I didn’t want to do it but I really need to. I’m so, so sorry. I hate to do this,” you took a deep breath to calm down as you finally took the collar out. 
It appeared high quality, the color matching the picture you remembered exactly. There was a complementary tag with Giyuu’s name and your phone number engraved on it; though very standard, it still made you upset. 
You fumbled with the lock mechanism to undo it so you could slip it on him. Giyuu kindly lifted his hair up when you reached around his neck to fasten it. You tightened the strap only slightly so it wouldn't chafe, checking with your fingers between the material and his cool skin if it was loose enough; it was. 
Electric shocks ran down his spine when you finally touched him - for the first time. You ran a little warmer than he did, and that pleasant contrast against him made the contact all the more enticing. He could not help but close his eyes, content. 
“I’m really sorry, once again,” you mumbled, turning back to the box to take out the matching leash you ordered along with it, tears of frustration filling your eyes.
Giyuu finally said, “I don’t mind.”
His words made you freeze.
“I can wear it at home too, if you’d like, owner.” 
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The walk to the park was dark, obviously, but you somehow didn’t fear the night with Giyuu by your side… on a leash.
I can wear it at home too, if you’d like, owner.
Why did his words not bother him at all? You were upset with yourself; did you really create an image of being possessive of him? Did he think you kept him at home because you didn’t want him to run?
The questions and emotions that followed kept swirling in your brain, even as Giyuu nearly breathed down your neck with his closeness despite giving him as much lead as you could. 
The park was closer than you thought. You weren’t the first to arrive, thank god, and you took a moment to admire the decorations, before you turned to Giyuu.
His horns gleamed in the soft light of the fairy lights that were put up by the organizers. His skin seemed to have a warm glow to it for the first time. Looking at him now, you could tell he became much healthier in your care and that made your heart squeeze. 
How cruel must his previous owners have been to him to reduce him into the wraith he had been when he came to you?
You shook your head and untucked the leash from his collar. Once on the event grounds, you were free to let the demon companions roam and socialize, and you did want Giyuu to have friends outside of you - if you could call yourself his friend at all.
You were his owner after all.
His dark blue eyes observed you for a moment, as if asking for permission or guidance.
“Giyuu, I want you to have fun with other demons here,” you told him softly, a complex mix of emotions stirring up your belly.
Giyuu could pick up on each and decipher them easily though - you were anxious, sad, yet your ‘happiness’ levels weren’t that low… It was a strange smell on you, especially with how you encouraged him to go ‘have fun’. 
But in the end, he strived to make you happy. If you wanted him to talk to others, he would do so.
You watched him walk away towards a group of demons further into the park. You had to tear your eyes away from him, lest you keep staring at him all evening. 
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Though he recognized some of the demons in the gathering, one in particular nearly made him pull a face. 
Shinobu.
The butterfly demon was a menace.
And she made herself known the second she spotted him.
“Oh my, if it isn’t Giyuu. I didn’t know shelters allowed mutts to roam the streets.”
He pressed his lips together in a tight line. Shinobu wasn’t blind, she saw he had a collar, and she knew, of course she knew, that he belonged to a human now. Yet she still chose to taunt him with these untrue things.
“I’m not a mutt,” he focused on the other false information she sprouted. He knew he looked different, but he was of purer blood than her, which she had yet to sense. His face mark had still not appeared either.
She grinned, “Keep telling yourself that and you might actually believe it. Where is the poor human who’s stuck with you?”
He tensed. He was not going to share anything about you with Shinobu of all people. 
“I bet the shelter had to pay them to take you so you would stop stinking up the place.”
“That’s not true,” he told her quietly, unwilling to make a scene and ruin your evening. For you will surely come running if you found him arguing with another demon.
“Not that you were worth much in the first place. Probably had to sweeten the deal somehow…”
Only your opinion of him mattered to him. He didn’t care about Shinobu’s grandstanding… but should she take your name into her mouth, he would surely not hold himself back.
“What, did you spread your legs for your owner to take you?”
“That is a false assumption, Miss Demon, and I would kindly suggest you shut up about things you know nothing about.”
Giyuu turned slightly towards you, not letting Shinobu out of his sight in case she tried something. His heart beat fast.
“Ara ara~ did I hit a nerve? My apologies~” Shinobu’s smile was empty of any emotion, yet it was obvious she felt she was right with her assumption. She checked her wrist as if she had a watch there. “It seems the time I had for you ran out. See ya~”
Watching Shinobu retreat brought Giyuu no satisfaction even as he stepped closer to you. He was tense, and he could smell your anger wafting off of you as well. 
Had you really come to his defense? He would not have let her talk badly about you, of course, but your presence and words warmed his heart. His chest feeling tight as the strong drumming of his pulse beckoned him to start a dance with you - one he was not sure he could finish just yet. Even so, his teeth ached with need.
His dark blue eyes finally met yours, an unknown emotion swirling in his stomach as he breathed in your scent. You were slowly calming down, shoulders relaxing. Oh, he felt he could purr when he realized it was his proximity that made it so, his face gaining a pleased flush hidden by the darkness of the night.
Giyuu stepped closer to you again, nearly leaning into you in a daze.
"Are you okay?" Your worried voice snapped him out of his trance.
You had defended him and now you were worried? Fuck. He wanted to show you he could protect you too, that he could care for you too, that he could provide for you too… 
"I am. I apologize for ruining your evening, owner," he tried to infuse as much of his devotion as he could into his voice, though it was not enough. It would never be enough. His brain whirled with thoughts of how he could show you how he felt for you.
You rushed to reassure him otherwise, making one of the parts inside him preen. “You didn’t ruin anything, Giyuu… What that demon said was uncalled for. If I knew who her… owner was, I’d have a talk with them.”
The situation truly made you mad. Giyuu might not have been as aware of her accusation, but you’d looked up everything the Demon Rights movement protested and felt sick at what you found. 
Demon prostitution.
Forced, of course.
You were glad he had been in the bath at the time, because your reaction had been so visible and uncontrolled you had to walk outside for a minute to breathe. 
The thought of you forcing Giyuu into that kind of thing made you feel even sicker inside as you calmed down in the cool outside air.
Your demon pressed close to you so close you could feel his reassuring warmth, his torso nearly touching your arm. You breathed in his scent and blinked slowly, lulled by his presence. 
A black haired man caught your eye. No, not man, a demon - a demon with an electric collar, one you quickly scrolled past when you saw it in the e-shop. He seemed to be snarling at another demon, a very pale blonde one, before a human woman touched his arm, speaking to him with a smile. 
You recognized the woman from the DR group - she was one of the organizers, Mrs Kamado.
You observed the interaction between the black haired demon and the organizer, realizing that the electric collar was needed for him. He seemed to have selective hearing and it was obvious that she didn’t use it heavily at all, choosing to talk him down instead… which seemed to be working.
“His name is Muzan.” 
You turned to the young man standing next to you. He had a scar on his forehead, his eyes and hair a dark color with shades of red gleaming through when the light hit him just right. “Sorry?”
“The demon is Muzan, he’s an old coot and a bit of a brat but he isn’t that bad,” he explained with a smile. “Oh, sorry. I’m Kamado Tanjiro, my parents are the ones who organized this.”
“It’s nice to meet you. My name is [Name],��� you introduced yourself, fully focusing on him.
A click coming from behind you made your head snap around. Giyuu was standing there, looking away from you, seemingly uninterested in what was happening in front of him. You frowned in confusion, turning back to Tanjiro.
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Even with the hiccup at the start, you counted tonight as success. After your brief introduction to Tanjiro, who you learned was an University student at the Ubuyashiki University, he showed you around, guiding you through meeting many owners and demon companions throughout the night. You didn’t meet with the female demon who bothered Giyuu again, thankfully.
You dropped your keys into a bowl by the door with a tired sigh. All the socializing drained you.
You dropped Giyuu’s leash to take off your cross-body bag before you turned to him to take off his collar. You frowned, noticing the gleam of the metal lock seemed a bit dull compared to before.
No matter, you took off the leash and reached for the mechanism.
It did not budge.
You tried again, getting the same result.
“This is strange… Come with me,” you took his hand and led him to sit on your couch so you could see the collar properly in the light of your living room. 
The metal was scratched - badly. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Was there a physical fight between Giyuu and the female demon before you noticed them? How had it gotten so busted up? 
You tried to open it again and again, your attempts getting a little desperate as you tried to find a new angle.
Tears of frustration filled your eyes.
You never wanted to make Giyuu wear it. How were you going to take it off of him? It must be so insulting, being degraded into a pet. 
Fuck, you fucked up.
Pale warm hands covered yours, halting your efforts. Your eyes met his, the impossibly deep blue of Giyuu’s soul stared back at you. There was no fear, no judgment. He was looking at you kindly, as if it was not your fault, as if he wanted to reassure you. 
Your throat clogged up with emotion.
“I do not mind, owner,” he said lowly. “I don’t mind keeping it on at home.” 
You pressed your lips together in an unhappy line. “I’m sorry, Giyuu…”
His fingers grabbed your hands in a loose hold and he brought them up to his lips, nuzzling the knuckles gently with closed eyes. “Do not be, owner. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
You had nothing to be sorry for, because he had been the one to destroy the mechanism. You would have never allowed him to wear the collar at home, even if he asked. He had realized that while you were putting the collar onto him, and that’s why he did it.
It worked.
He smiled when you turned away from him.
After a shower, Giyuu laid in his bed, staring at the bunny you had given him when he first came to you. The pattern had reminded him of his old friend a little, but the scent had been yours, all yours. 
It was clear to him the bunny plushie had belonged to you before you gave it to him, even if you washed it before he received it.
Now months later, your scent was gone.
But he could easily imagine it as he hugged the bunny close to his chest. He could imagine it was your body against his, warming him; your scent, the one he breathed in today, that enveloped him in comfort and… something else.
There was a strange feeling in his gut that he ignored for the moment.
Would you hug him, if he asked for it? Would you scent the bunny plushie, if he asked for it? Would you become his bunny, if he asked for it?
He quickly backpedaled. 
His bunny?
He… quite liked that. You could be his bunny, and he would be your protector, as it should be.
The feeling in his belly spread into his chest, making him feel hot in his pajamas. Giyuu was confused as to what it could be, pondering on the issue as he snuggled the bunny even closer, imagining it was you.
What had happened differently today?
You gave him the collar, you went to the park, you walked back, you tried taking off the collar…
You touched him.
His hips bucked, making his eyes snap open. He was… humping the bunny unconsciously, thinking of you. 
Though Giyuu realized it was strange to do so, he continued, fantasy overtaking his mind as he closed his eyes again. Your body, pliable and warm under him; your voice, the pretty moans it could produce; your cunt, sopping wet about to be filled with his cu-
Oh fuck.
Giyuu realized what was happening.
He’d entered his heat.
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The morning came too early. 
Your clock read 10:36 AM when you groaned, knowing you won’t be able to sleep anymore. The least you could do was get up and do your hygiene, even if you didn’t feel that hungry for breakfast.
You tiptoed into the bathroom, the sight in the mirror nearly sending you back to bed. You had dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks puffy from sleep, and your hair messy. Nevertheless, you ran your hands through your hair to make it half-presentable, and brushed your teeth, checking your notifications on your phone. There was a friendship request on your social media from Tanjiro, which made you smile and quickly accept. 
By the time you were done with your teeth, you had already started up a conversation with him as he talked about the bakery his family owned. You promised to visit him, and the bakery, when you had the time.
The living room was dark, as it had been since you’d gotten Giyuu. You walked closer to check on him, the bit of light from your open bedroom door enough to see him by. 
He was snuggled with the plushie you’d given him. The cute sight brought a smile to your face, and you went to cover him back up with his blanket, when you noticed something odd. 
Giyuu was sweaty, his pajama shirt damp and his hair sticking to his face as he panted softly, noises of discontent leaving him as his brows furrowed.
You quickly stepped closer to him, sliding the shoji-like curtain along smoothly. You reached out to touch his forehead, worried.
Just as you felt the heat of his skin, his hand grabbed your wrist tightly. “Don’t,” he rasped out, his eyes opening a sliver, feverishly bright.
You frowned, “But Giyuu, you’re burning u-”
“You can’t-” he gasped when you pushed past his weak resistance and touched his sweaty forehead. Again, he tried to fight your hand on him. “You can’t touch me.” 
“What? Why can’t I?” you pulled back slightly, trying to respect his boundaries but also worried out of your mind, leaning over to look him in the eyes.
He let out a strangled sound, nearly crawling back in the bed away from you. His face was flushed a deep red as you reached for him again. “I’m in heat.” He pushed his bunny plushie against you, but you only set it aside and grabbed his wrist. “S-stop touching me, I- I can’t-” 
I can’t hold myself back, is what he wanted to say. Giyuu had wanted to say a lot of things before touching you properly. He had wanted to court you, to give you proper courting gifts and attention, to show you he could be a good mate. This unplanned heat triggered by your touch last night was throwing a stick into his plans. 
He wanted you, he needed you.
You were oblivious to his thoughts, worried out of your mind. “But isn’t the heat painful? Why don’t you take off your shirt?” You didn’t press forward but still gave him no room to escape. “I want to help you, Giyuu.”
Did you even know what you were saying? What your words were doing to him? His face flushed an even deeper red.
You misinterpreted his blush for embarrassment and your thoughts raced in circles. How could you make him more comfortable?
“Why don’t I take off my shirt too? Look,” you quickly discarded the oversized shirt you slept in, leaving you in your panties as you knelt in front of him on his bed. “Now your turn.”
Giyuu was stupefied, and pliable, as you sat him up and took off his shirt as well, making you gasp. His chest was half-covered with demon markings of deep blue imitating water in the way they flowed and centered - it was like an artist splashed him with color and left it to dry. 
Your fingers reached out to trace one such mark going over his heart, making him shiver. You glanced up at his face to check if he was alright.
Giyuu seemed to be in a trance, staring at your exposed chest. The sight made you blush as you finally realized the situation you were in.
“Can I touch you?” he asked roughly, his voice raspy.
“I- okay…” you assented in confusion.
Once he’d gained permission he nearly attacked your chest with a hunger previously unknown to you. His hands cupped your breasts and his hot tongue laved at the skin, quickly getting to one of your nipples to circle the areola. His lips closed around it, sucking it harshly, making you cry out in pain. 
“Stop!”
As if burned, Giyuu pulled back, saliva connecting your nipple and his glistening lips, a teary eyed expression on his face.
The sight hurt your heart, and you sighed, giving up. “Just be gentle, okay?”
He nodded and licked your nipple much more gently, staring you in the eyes the whole time, gauging your face for any discomfort.
There was none, the texture of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. You breathed out shakily, closing your eyes as you arched your back slightly, offering him more, urging him to continue.
Giyuu hummed against your flesh, making you shiver, his thumb stroking the unattended nipple softly. Your breath hitched, and you gripped his pajama pants tightly, the slight shift of the fabric giving him enough stimulation to moan. It reminded you that there was something more stiff than your nipples.
Your hand trailed up, cupping his hardness. He bucked his hips, moaning into your chest as you started to pump his shaft through the pants, wetness gathering at the tip.
Giyuu cursed under his breath, switching to the other nipple to give them equal attention with his gentle sucking, whining when you squeezed the tip of his cock a little, his teeth grazing your breast.
You very nearly whimpered when he did that. In retaliation the hand stroking his cock grabbed the hem of his pants instead, your other hand reaching inside to stroke his length unobscured. 
Giyuu had to pull back from your breast lest he bite down as he groaned through his teeth, resting his forehead on your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin while his thumbs continued to play with your nipples. He could hardly resist leaning more into you, rising to his knees and burying his head in your neck, hot open-mouthed kisses trailing all over you as your head fell back, giving him more access. 
He laved at your skin, kissing it, sucking on it, creating deep hickeys as he pleased, the sensation drawing low whines and moans from your throat.
Then, he bit down on your pulse point gently.
Your hold on his cock tightened, the next stroke rougher than before.
“Don-Don’t! I’m about to-!” You quickly let go. He groaned loudly, as if in pain when your hand retreated from his pants. “Please, I need-!”
Your face felt hot, his desperate state made you so turned on you didn’t know what to do with yourself, except squeeze your thighs together. “What do you need, Giyuu?”
He felt as if he wanted, no, needed to eat you up, as if you were prey and him a predator - as it should have been before demons turned into glorified pets. 
But the feeling was too other to be just hunger; it was also thirst, for the sweet sounds you made when he marked you up, for an even sweeter sound you would make when he bit you and claimed you as his own.
“T-turn over, owner. I need you,” he told you breathlessly, his voice gaining a raspier quality as he pawed at your hips, claws retracted. You’d told him you would help him, didn’t you? Well, he was asking for that help now.
The panties you wore were soaked, and you knew what exactly he wanted you to do. You knelt in front of him and took the panties off, obeying his request and turning around to offer yourself to him on your hands and knees.
There was the sound of fabric being ripped apart before his hand grabbed your ass, thumb digging in as he pulled your flesh back just enough to expose your pussy. “I’m sorry, I just- I just need you.”
Giyuu slid the tip of his cock between your pussy lips, gathering your juices and spreading his precum all over, before he finally started to push in. He let out a shaky, drawn out moan. 
The stretch burned slightly, and you could do nothing but grip the sheets under your hands and push back against him, wanting more. 
“Sh-shit-” He bottomed out, his length pushing against something that made your arms give out and you fell forward, your forearms now supporting your weight.
“Can’t help myself-” he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, a whine leaving his throat at the feeling. His hands held your hips in a bruising grip. 
Then, he set a rough and fast pace. He fucked you like a beast unleashed, like you were his fucktoy, his thrusts uncoordinated and sloppy - disharmonic, desperate. 
You clenched your eyes shut as fireworks sparked behind your eyelids as the heat built up between the two of you. Giyuu was near-painfully thick and long. Even inexperienced, his dick hit all the right places, drawing breathy moans past your lips quietly. 
He himself became non-verbal, panting and keening lowly as he tried to chase his ecstasy. He leaned forward, his right arm supporting his weight just over your shoulder, left hand snaking around to stroke your puffy clit in tight circles, completely out of rhythm with his thrusts. His lips placed open mouthed kisses on your shoulders, nibbling on the flesh and sucking hickeys, staking his claim as the knot in your belly tightened.
Then, near the height of your pleasure, you felt a pinch at the junction of your shoulder and neck. 
As if triggered, your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, making you quiver in Giyuu's tight embrace, even as he still rocked his hips against yours in frantic tight circles, keening against the bite in your shoulder. Each thrust inside sent another wave of pleasure, until you did not know when one ended and another began. You could hardly form a thought, only sounds you vaguely recognized as yours left your throat.
Warmth spilled inside of you after an erratic series of rough thrusts, his arms hugging you tightly, putting his whole weight on you.
The slight pain in your shoulder faded as Giyuu pulled back to lick the bite gently. His half-lidded eyes stared as his saliva closed the punctures, slightly discolored flesh covering the mating bite mark.
Your eyes felt heavy and you were tired, but his cock was still hard even after finishing…
"Can- can I-?" 
You closed your eyes. "Mhm, if it'll make you feel better…"
His arms let up a little, laying his forehead between your shoulder blades. "You're tired…" 
There was no use denying it. "Yes. But, doesn't it hurt?" You rolled your hips experimentally; his hands gripped your body tighter as if to stop you.
"We can stay like this… I don't mind," he said, his cock twitching. Giyuu rolled you both onto your sides, staying inside. The movement made your inner muscles spasm and he bucked his hips. "Fuck… perhaps, only a little…" 
In contrast to his pace before, he rocked into you gently and slowly, letting you feel every inch without overwhelming you.
"This okay?" he asked in a strained voice. You only hummed in response, enjoying the intimacy.
Giyuu spilled his seed twice more into you as you half-dozed in his warm embrace, letting out a high pitched whine once in a while at the overstimulation, yet he could not stop - not until you were overfilled and it was seeping out around his dick.
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You must have drifted off at some point, the next thing you remembered was Giyuu kissing your shoulder gently, muttering, “Mhm, good morning… or evening.” 
You sighed out, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. “How you feelin’?”
“Perfectly fine, or at least a little better,” he whispered, nuzzling into you.
You were sore, and the stickiness of dried sweat and cum on you started to bother you quickly. You wanted a shower. 
You tapped his arm with your finger and made to move away from him.
“No, no, don’t move yet,” his voice was strained as his cock twitched inside of you. “I won’t be able to control myself-”
You smiled tiredly and arched your back a bit, pushing your ass against him.
“Ye-es, fuck-” His hips rutted forward, muttering “Yes, yes, yes-” like a mantra, his arms tightening around you as he chased his pleasure inside of you yet again, his and your cum from before enough lubrication for what he did.
Your muscles were sore but you let him do as he pleased, his moans and heavy breathing making you feel hot all over. You knew you wouldn’t be able to finish but you didn’t mind, his noises bringing you a delight of its own.
Your hand came up to caress his arms gently as he fucked you, a whine leaving his throat at the tender touch, the next few thrusts sloppier and more forceful before he slammed as deep as he could with a shaky groan. Heat filled you again as he came.
You smiled widely as he panted, pulling out and making his seed spill over your thighs.
His hold became looser as he pressed soft kisses on your back and shoulders. “Sorry…”
You hummed, “There is no need to apologize. I could use a shower though, you coming with me?”
“Yes.” Giyuu opened his arms as you stood up. You were grateful your floors weren’t covered by a carpet, so any splatters his semen would make could be mopped up. 
After a long hot shower, where he made sure to knead your muscles and wash your back for you gently, you wrapped yourself in a towel, and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, your tummy rumbling with hunger.
Perhaps Giyuu needed some meat too? 
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It was nearly two months later when you could attend another DR meetup (15th, you missed one during that time due to a deadline you nearly forgot). You’d kept in contact with Tanjiro, quickly becoming close friends as he complained about managing Muzan and you about ‘adulting’. 
You didn’t reveal the fact that you started sleeping with Giyuu. After that first night, it seemed as if a dam had broken, and he became clingy and needy for you nearly every chance he got, going as far as distracting you during work with neck kisses and warming your pussy with his cock. 
It was not all about the sex either, he started going with you when you went out to shop for groceries, no matter the time of the day, keeping close to you like a dark protector and glaring at anyone who dared to look at you wrong.
You thought it was strange but let it be. He wasn’t harming anyone so it was probably fine.
“If it isn’t [Name]!” Tanjiro greeted you with a hug, earning him a low hiss from Giyuu. Tanjiro offered him a handshake, which Giyuu took, but you could see the amount of effort he had to spend to not crush Tanjiro’s hand, making you laugh a little. It was cute how protective he was of you.
Muzan was arguing with Douma, the pale blond demon from last time, a few steps away from the Kamado family, while Nezuko tried to drag him back to the organizers. Douma was smiling as his own owner - a ginger-haired woman - hugged him from behind to pull him away. 
You spent a small while talking to each of the Kamado siblings, asking about school and such, when Muzan joined your little group.
He took one look at you and scoffed loudly. “I can’t believe you mated with that loser.”
Everything stopped. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared wide-eyed at him. “What?”
He rolled his gleaming red eyes in annoyance. “Are you stupid? Your loser of a demon, you mated with him.” Muzan shook his head and crossed his arms, staring at you down his nose.
You could only blink a few times, slowly turning to Giyuu.
“I- what?”
Giyuu had an innocently impassive look on his face, as if nothing was wrong. You could see, however, with your trained eye that there was a bright blush adorning his ears and a drop of sweat disappearing under his collar. He remained silent.
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AN: I want to credit the idea for Muzan as a bratty demon of the Kamado family to @sunandflame because she was the first one who came up with it, among other ideas we brainstormed while talking about this at first.
I'm a bitch so there will be part 2 in the far future when I get the horny for it.
dividers made by the amazing @/benkeibear (I love you, Rhy)
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lubilli · 9 months
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𝗸𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗰𝘀 ➠ "cutie!"
synopsis: the hashira men when you call them cute/a cutie
ft. rengoku, giyu, sanemi, obanai, muichiro, tengen
warnings: they're all softies here 💔
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r. kyojuro
• he was training while you were watching
• "you're doing so well, kyojuro!"
• he was all blushy cuz u complimented him
• he's used to compliments but it just felt different when you did it
• maybe bc you never really compliment anyone
• and maybe bc he has a praise kink
• "awww, kyojuro, you're such a cutie!" you squealed when you saw the pink dusted all over his cheeks
• his brain almost short circuited
• not even joking
• he's been complimented on his looks before.
• he's been called handsome, good looking, but...cutie? that was a new one
• "kyojuro? are you okay?"
• "yes, y/n! i am completely fine!"
• he said that while his cheeks literally looked like tomatoes
t. giyu
• you just got back from a mission looking half dead
• when giyu saw you, his face literally looked like this -> 😨
• how tf did you even manage to hurt yourself this bad..
• he DEMANDS to patch up ur wounds
• that brings you to your current situation, sitting on giyu's bed while he tends to the wounds
• you winced when he got to a certain cut on your thigh, he glares at you
• "you wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't so reckless, y/n." he scolds you
• you just laugh, "you're cute, giyu."
• it takes him a while before he realizes what you said.
• "did you call me..cute?" he furrows his brows
• "yes..because you are cute."
• continues tending to your wound even though he's literally dying inside
s. sanemi
• he's so aggressive its so hard to find him in a vulnerable state
• ur literally the first hashira to see him all calm
• when he's not screaming and yelling, he's actually really cute
• he loves cooking for you
• he's doing that rn
• "is it good?" he asks
• "it's a little salty..."
• "why can't i ever get this recipe right?!"
• he's so frustrated
• he's tried to cook this one recipe 5 times now but there's always a little too much of a certain ingredient
• you chuckle at his reaction & ruffle his hair
• "you're really cute, y'know?"
• wtf did u just say
• did u just call him cute...
• "WHAT'D YOU JUST CALL ME?!"
• those manic eyes found their way back onto his face
• he's yelling at you but you can see the pink dusted all over his cheeks
• you started calling him cute more often
• acts like he hates it but he literally loves it sm
i. obanai
• you started getting close to him recently
• you found out he actually really likes poetry
• you'll just be sitting under/on a tree and he'll be reading his lil poetry books while you're just dreaming
• you think its so cute when he shows you lil poems he really likes
• "this one reminds me of you" he points to a poem on a page
• you shift your attention from the clouds to his book
• it reads, "A faint clap of thunder,
Even if rain comes or not,
I will stay here,
Together with you."
• bro.
• you died
• why is he so cute sometimes
• scratch that, he's always cute bro
• you smiled so big, "you're really cute, obanai."
• you moved a strand of his long hair and tucked his behind his ears, seeing his beautiful heterochromatic eyes.
• he looked at you with so much love bro
• "cute?" he tilted his head
• "yes, so cute."
• he's a mess but he just nods and continues his reading
• although he literally can't focus bc ur now the only thing on his mind
t. muichiro
• you don't know how you even got close to him
• but he will NOT go cloud-watching without you now
• takes you to his favorite spot
• he just talks abt the clouds while you mess around with his hair
• sometimes braiding it, sometimes doing pigtails or ponytails
• "woah," he stares into the sky with awe
• "what happened?" you ask
• "that cloud looks like a turtle." he pointed
• you looked at it and it really did look like a turtle
• "oh and look, that one looks like a heart." he pointed somewhere else
• wtf hes so cute
• "so cute," you squish his cheeks
• he looks at you dumbfounded
• takes him 4-5 business days to process what you just said
• when he realizes his cheeks flushed pink
• he's literally never felt this before
• wtf type of witchcraft did u put on him
• you tilt your head, "what's wrong, muichiro?"
• "i don't know, but my cheeks and ears feel really warm."
• you laugh, "you really are cute, muichiro." you ruffle his hair.
u. tengen
• you and tengen are close friends
• his estate is like your second house
• started getting close to u bc ur flashy in his eyes
• then he got sent on a few missions with you and your bond grew even more
• anyways you were in tengen's estate rn
• "tengen," you frown
• "hm?"
• "my stomach hurts."
• he frowns, "should i get you a heating pad? do you want water? medicine? chocolate? massage?"
• you smile, "its fine. no need."
• "yes need. i'm not gonna let you endure your pain, y/n. that's very unflashy." he crosses his arms
• "you're such a cutie, tengen."
• he lifts a brow, "cutie? yes, i suppose being a cutie is very flashy." he nods. "now, tell me what you want—heating pad, chocolate, medicine, water, or massage?"
• "you're so stubborn." you shake your head, "but a chocolate sounds nice."
• "done deal. stay here and i'll get you some."
• he came back w some delicious ass chocolate
• "call me that more often. its very flashy."
• "call you what?"
• "cutie."
• you smile, "your wish is my command." you took a bite of the chocolate.
• he pat your head, "get well soon."
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peachdues · 2 days
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okay enjoy Giyuu putting Tengen’s lessons to work in Part II of The Great War, and enjoy his utter obsession with the female orgasm. MDNI.
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She locked her legs around his neck at the ankles, keeping them braced over his shoulders as he moved. Giyuu’s arm cinched around her thighs, keeping the underside of them flush against his chest, and he used his hold as leverage, allowing himself to thrust harder – deeper – into her silken warmth.
“Keep your legs in place,” he ordered through clenched teeth. When he felt the muscles of her thighs flex and clench around him, anchoring her in place, Giyu let his arm drop from its hold and he moved his hand to seek out that small spot once more – the one that made her moan and cry and fall apart so beautifully beneath him.
His hips stuttered only once as his fingers parted her folds but he quickly regained his rhythm, savoring how Y/N’s soft breasts bounced in time with every pointed thrust.
Giyuu’s fingers circled gently in search of that small bead, the one Tengen had rpeeatedly reminded him was the key to her pleasure. Higher and higher he rose, until he grazed over a spot at the apex of her thighs, and the Miko bowed off the floor of the engawa with a keening cry.
“There you are,” he praised. His fingers pressed down against the small bundle of nerves and he began to work small, even circles. “Do it again, Y/N,” he begged, breath growing ragged as the walls of her cunt began pulsing around him, tightening.
“G-Giyuu –”
“Come undone for me once more.”
The Miko’s legs only shook harder. She whimpered, and her teeth had sunk so deeply into her bottom lip it was a wonder she hadn’t drawn blood.
“Please,” he couldn’t find it within himself to care whether it sounded like he was desperate; perhaps he was. “Please.”
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demon slayer hcs: the hashiras reacting to your confession
wc: 830>
second post of the day? sí
Mitsuri 
you'd do it after eating at her favourite restaurant 
her eyes would definitely widen in shock as she wasn't expecting this at all, especially from you 
before she could respond, you tell her how she's the most beautiful and gorgeous woman you've ever laid your eyes upon 
i feel like she'd giggle and squeal and give you a ton of thank yous 
you'd leave her in a hot blush as she happily accepts your confession and tells her how she feels too  
the both of you go home, hand in hand 
Muichiro 
would happen while the both of you are strolling through the woods
"huh?" is the most he'd say 
hes never got a thing for love, but he had cherished the relationship he's had with you for a long time
he may come off as sarcastic saying like "what am i supposed to say??" but genuinely he does NOT know what to say 
you didn't know how to reply to him but you told him its up to how he feels 
his clueless ass is just gonna say "sure" 
after that he'll try to awkwardly hold your hand as he walks faster, trying to hide his sudden blush 
Kyojuro
will happen while the both of you are eating alone together
he was just about to put a spoonful of food in his mouth when he halted at those sudden words
he'd probably say "is that so, y/n?" 
he'll just randomly start smiling and laughing
he'll tell you that he was surprised that you had feelings for a man like him 
hes not a man of love but i guess he'll make an exception for you 
"well if that's your choice... i guess i'll happily be yours!" he smiled warmly, rubbing his hand on yours 
the rest of the evening was filled with happy chatter
Sanemi 
you were having a friendly duel with him when you managed to pin him down 
oh god he looked so good when you were on top of him 
when you finally said it, he looked at you in confusion at first but suddenly reversed his positions with yours
next thing you know, he was on top of you 
"say what?" he sneered, a grin forming at the corners of his lips 
"i-i like you," your hands quivered as you were scared that he wouldn't take it seriously 
then suddenly he just pressed his lips on yours as he locked his hands with yours, leaving you in shock
i don't need to explain what the both of you did afterwards 
god damn bro this guy is so down bad for you 
Shinobu 
you were watching her experimenting on stuff when it just came out 
"what?" she looked at you innocently, stopping whatever she was doing
you dropped your head down in embarrassment but she knew you were blushing real hard
she tilted your jaw so it faced hers and inched close to your lips 
"is that so?" she muttered under her breath but you could hear it as clear as day 
before you knew it, she placed a kiss on your lips before letting go and whispering into your ear "i wanna be yours too, darling," 
the butterflies in your stomach suddenly disappeared as you knew you had the real butterfly to yourself now 
Iguro 
the both of you were walking when you felt that it was the perfect moment to express your feelings for him 
he looked at you for a split second before turning back, his expression still constant
"y/n, i don't know how to feel about this," 
just like muichiro, he was inexperienced at feeling emotions, let alone love
you assured him that it was alright if he didn't return the feelings, but you just wanted to let him know that you appreciated him more than anyone else did 
those words managed to slither to the depths of his heart as he locked eye contact with you 
he slowly held your hand as he placed a clothed kiss on it 
you returned the touch by caressing the scars through his mask with your fingers, telling him how gorgeous he was 
"thank you y/n. i-" his breath hitched halfway. "i like you too," 
that was all you needed to hear as the both of you spent the rest of the night together 
Giyu 
he was walking you back to the dorm when you suddenly leaned into his ear and said it 
his eyes widened ever so slightly as he rubbed his ear to make sure he heard that correctly 
"i see," this man can't express himself LMFAOOO 
"well, you're quite- ahem- attractive too," he tried to muster up whatever words he could say before turning red
you took that as a yes as you dived in for a kiss on his cheek but you were suddenly stopped as his hands gently held your jaw 
"i deserve it," he said before leaning in to kiss you himself 
he definitely went in your dorm with you
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cutecatlov3r · 8 months
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tanjiro kamado: fucking you deep yet being so loving
he’s looking into your pretty eyes as he moves his cock in and out of your needy hole. he’s kissing your neck, god, he’s so turned on. just looking at you makes him feel like he’s gonna cum… he plays with your boobs a bit, showing them some love as he backs up to look at himself as he’s ramming in and out of your pussy. he watches as it sinks in and out of you, your walls needily clinging to his cock. he wasn’t ashamed of watching what he loves most, though you were a bit shy so you couldn’t help but clench around him with a soft moan. he was too shameless sometimes… but you don’t mind.
he can’t control himself, seeing the way your walls are squeezed around his cock is making him lose himself. he pounds into your tight cunt, his cock rubbing your cervix as he does so. he needs to cum, he has to. he’s too heated!
“ah- nngh~ cumming, I’m cumming!” he moans as he ruts his hips into you some more. his balls tighten as his cum shoots into your hole. the sensation of his seed releasing into you made you get butterflies. his hot cum already oozing out of you because of how much there is. though he continues to piston his hips in order to ride out his high.
he makes sure to cum deep in your womb (breeding kink), laying kisses on your neck afterwards, making sure you know how perfect you are. he would never take you for granted, using these special moments to show you how much he loves you.
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kaicubus · 8 months
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My Number One Priority | Kokushibo
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warnings ✩° : 18+ NSFW, cursing, brat taming!receiving, rough sex, p in v, fucking against a wall, built up tension, consumption of alcohol (but non-intoxicated sex), not established relationship, consensual sex, size difference, open area fucking, dirty talk, dacryphilia.
pairing ✩° : bodyguard!kokushibo x fem!reader, au not specified maybe modern idk...
premise ✩° : as your personal body guard, kokushibo is tasked with looking after everything you do to ensure your safety. you typically don’t take kindly to his overbearing nature, seeing as he’s just someone your dad hired, but kokushibo wants to change your mind about this whole protection thing to show you it’s really not all that bad.
word count ✩° : 5.7k
authors note ✩° : so. i’m back. with this. lol!
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"Look! I don’t need you following me around all day! You’re not going to this club with me, you don’t wear anything besides that suit and I’m not letting you follow me around looking like you’re going to the next business conference! Besides, don’t you have something better to do?”
You breathe out a rough sigh and cross your arms with nothing but pure frustration clouding all judgment. For the past month or two, you’ve had your very own bodyguard, someone who follows you around, guards areas where you’re present, and doesn’t let you have a mind of your own. Of course you didn’t need one, but being related to one of the richest men where you live, your father keeps you on lock down where a body guard is needed. It annoyed you at first, and it annoys you now.
You have a reputation for always managing to uproot even the most stubborn of weeds that call themselves your protectors, usually playing tricks on them to get them fired or slip up enough times that your father makes sure they never work again, just because the feeling of a man—usually two times your size—lurking over your shoulder every waking second rubs you the wrong way. What makes it especially worse was that none of them had personality, they were all the same: quiet, uninterested, and far too uncomfortable with you to do anything risky.
Up until recently, it really hurt knowing the undeniable truth that your body guards were never going to be your friends or even get to know you—they were just mindless husks working with strings in their backs to do anything your father said. He was the one with money after all. You were just an associate to them.
That realization was the reason why you decided to burst all out on your father’s new hire, a man by the name Kokushibo. According to him, Kokushibo was the perfect fit for his lovely daughter, reserved, agile, and willing to stop at nothing to ensure your safety. But to you, Kokushibo was just like the rest, quiet, uninterested, and most likely just doing what he’s told. On his own, though, Kokushibo was tall, way taller than you, had long, layered hair with frosted red tips that stood out from his head of otherwise dark burgundy hair, and almost ghost white skin. His arms were strong, which your father made sure to comment on with a goofy gesture of flexing his own, elderly muscles, saying how they’re, “the best in the game,” and even pulled up Kokushibo’s pants to reveal his toned calves and rave at those too. When it happened, you lost your mind, screaming at your father at the invasion of privacy, but Kokushibo remained solemn and just let your father continue.
When you were introduced, all Kokushibo did was bow and make a promise of not letting you get out of his sight, and making sure you were his number one priority. What a load of shit.
So now, with your finger in his face, you buck up to your body guard and glare at him. Your silence means nothing to him, Kokushibo continues to stare at you as if he was watching paint dry, which easily irritated you more. “Kokushibo I am NOT letting you go with me.” Your answer remains the same. In your defense, you’ve been planning to go to a club with your friends all week. Getting dressed up and doing your makeup and attending a trashy club isn’t something that’s usually in your schedule, so when presented with the opportunity to take shots or even better, hook up with someone random, you eagerly accepted. The only issue now is the man standing behind you in your own bathroom, watching you poke the backs of gold hoops through your ears.
“I can wear something else if the suit is the issue.” Kokushibo says with his head tilted down, “I don’t only wear this. I know club attire isn’t proper like what I’m wearing.” He wanted to justify.
“Well, maybe you should wear something else for a change, maybe then I’ll see you as something other than a robot who follows me around. You’re like one of those cartoon characters who never changes their outfit because their show doesn't receive enough funding for more animation frames...or something.” You laugh to yourself and spin your head around in the mirror, checking all angles of how your earrings look, “Perfect!”
Kokushibo leans against the door frame and lets out a small grunt of displeasure, “I still think you should’ve worn the white dress.”
“And look like some runaway bride? Plus, I’m not trying to spill anything on imported silk. So. What, you don’t think the black looks cute on me?” You look over your shoulder and give your bodyguard a pouty look, poking fun at his question. Kokushibo shrugs and rolls his eyes, “I’m just glad you chose to cover up this time.”
Looking down at your outfit, you had to disagree with his passive aggressive remark. Whether you covered up or not was never dependent on how cute you looked. The long sleeve dress look was already so complimentary to your figure, hugging your hips and waist in all the right places, even enhancing certain assets which was a nice bonus. The only issue you had with the dress was with the length. Sure, you’d be going to a dimly lit club where no one would be able to tell if your dress rode up just a bit, but the struggle of constantly pulling it down to avoid that already made your head roll back in annoyance. Almost as if he’d read your mind, Kokushibo lets out a chuckle and makes his way behind you.
With only an inch or two separating you from each other, you swear you can hear your name leave his lips in sort of a desperate tone, yet it’s quiet and almost sort of whiny, leading you on to believe he really doesn't want you going. But who was he to stop you from having fun? You deserve it for putting up with him.
“Here,” You hold your hand out to your body guard, “Can you put this on for me? It’s got a little clasp, so try not to break it with your huge, killer hands please?” As much as you like to joke about things like that, Kokushibo knows all too well what he’s done to protect you with those same hands, now holding an expensive 14k gold plated choker, laying it across your collarbone. His pale, knobby fingers fidget for a second, releasing the clasps from each other, and wrapping it around your neck.
It was all you needed before you headed out to a night of fun and getting the perfect chance to turn heads and grab the attention that you lacked with anyone else around, mostly Kokushibo. But then again, you wanted to ignore the possible thought that you could ever wish your bodyguard to look at you in a way that no body guard is allowed to.
You turn back towards the mirror, ignoring the eyes that stared as you applied the expensive, creamy red lipstick onto your lips slowly. The color itself was a guaranteed rite of passage to any eyes in the club, especially accompanied by your dress and jewelry, and it only helped that it was a light wear and something that was easily smudge proof. That was, if anyone would want to kiss you tonight, no one would suspect anything when you came back home.
The sudden feeling of rough hands gliding down your waist jostles you from your thoughts, rustling the fabric hugging tightly against your skin just enough to expose your thigh to the curious thumb already poking in.
“Need I remind you, Y/n, I don’t need you getting into any trouble tonight.” Kokushibo’s husky voice speaks into your ear, “You know if I’m not there to watch you, someone could easily kidnap you and hold you for ransom, right?” His fingers massage lightly into your hips, signaling he means no harm with his sudden grab. Said sudden grab, however, ignites a swarm of butterflies inside of you, instantly flooding directly to your chest and stomach leaving you with no sensible thought when the words, “Don’t worry Kokushibo, I’ll be good. I promise.” leave your red stained lips in an exasperated tone.
Kokushibo smiles and lets go, although you wish he hadn’t. With that, you find your ride waiting for you outside, with one of your friends driving and the other in the passenger seat, leaving you to sit in the back with another friend. You were happy with the seating arrangement, because at least you weren’t going to be the designated sober friend and you could drink as much as you pleased.
When you arrive at the club, almost immediately you’re hit with all the feelings you were looking to get. Instantly, you’re rushed with trashy sounding music, boosted so everyone can hear the amount of bass in the song, the pounding of people jumping around and all of their voices quickly merging into one, big cloud of sound. Perfect.
Before you know it, you have a drink in your hand, and before you know what happens next, you’re holding an empty cup. Shot glass after shot glass, you throw your head back to take every small, yet effective amount of alcohol your friends willingly provide for your whole party. That is, until everyone starts to disperse, leaving you alone dancing by yourself in what seems to be a mosh pit of people doing the exact same. Loose arms and wobbly legs hit your own, bumping into you and occasionally pulling on your hair, to which you immediately receive a slurred, ‘sorry!’ after. Unlike everyone else though, you’re not as drunk as you’d like to be. After all, you could still see reasonably well and didn’t have to hold onto anything to walk, but another trip to the bar would fix that right away.
As you’re making your way out of the surplus of people, you finally break free and manage to catch your breath, only for a short while.
That’s when you make eye contact with him. He isn’t exactly someone who you can see clearly, not from far away at least. He is hidden in the darkness of the club, only being illuminated by the strobe lights occasionally flickering now and then with the beat drops of the loud music booming in your ears, wrapped with mystery and alluring temptation. Even by just looking at him, you can tell he’s well off. His long hair is tied back into a low ponytail and he’s wearing a white shirt only buttoned up halfway with his long sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, dark pants that are secured with a similarly dark colored belt that shines along with the light, and a silver Breguet watch that glistens when the light touches it.
He’s irresistible. So irresistible, you don’t deny your body when it starts moving on its own, taking a few steps closer towards the mystery man, swaying your hips with your own charm, still managing to be nonchalant and confident at the same time. It doesn’t take long before he eyes you again, a smirk spreading across his lips seeing you drift closer and closer to him until finally, you’re close enough to actually see his face.
The man turns away as soon as you’re standing right next to him though, much to your dismay. It isn’t until then do you find yourself at the edge of the other bar in the club, clearly the fancier kind seeing as there’s not that many people around than on the dance floor or mingling elsewhere. It’s just you and him.
You bite your lip and sit down, leaning into the counter and pressing your chest up against the cold surface, politely waving down the bartender who comes rushing to your aid as soon as he sees you. He takes down your order and toddles off to make it, pouring all the ingredients in and shaking your drink in his metal bottle. That’s when you take your chance and look at the guy again, tilting your head down.
The bartender hands you your drink and you easily gulp it down, not satisfied with the effects yet. So you ask for a few vodka shots in hopes to get to where you need to be, and thankfully it works. Now, with a good amount of alcohol in your system, you start to feel that estranged buzz jerking through your body, giving you the confidence you need to
With a few drinks down already, the electrifying buzz starts to come into effect, granting you more confidence that you thought you already had to tap the man’s shoulder. Despite your vision blurring, you lean against your palm and smile. “Hi~ It’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/n-“
When he finally turns around, revealing his face, your blood runs cold. In sheer disbelief, you instantly lurch back. The sight sobers you up immediately.
“KOKUSHIBO?!” A hand flies to your mouth, “What the hell are you doing here?! Did you—did you follow me?”
Now you had wished you’d come to your senses earlier. From across the room, all you saw was a tall man with long hair and a drink in his hand, but there was a small—now loud—voice in your head that said you should’ve waited before sitting down next to him. You wanted to slam your head into the counter for being so reckless.
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Your bodyguard lets out a lowly chuckle and rests the bottom of his drink down onto the counter. “I knew you would get yourself into trouble so I had to come too, you know that. It’s also nice to prove that without my supervision, you’d walk up to anyone and—from what I can only assume—sleep with them. Am I right?” Although his eyes are dark, you can’t seem to ignore the very subtle, flirty tone in his voice. Almost as if he were teasing you.
“Don’t fuck with me! You followed me, Kokushibo. And it’s because you don’t trust me. I told you what was going to happen but I guess I just can’t be alone for one single fucking night!” You groan and hide your face with your hands, “I seriously thought you’d let me off the hook for just this once…”
Kokushibo’s eyes fixate on yours, “Don’t be like that, it’s my job, Y/n.”
“It’s not your job to make me feel suffocated, it’s your job to make me feel safe. And I do not feel safe knowing you’re watching my every move.” You fold your leg on top of the other and lean forward, pressing closer to him. As much as you hate him right now, you have to admit there’s something about his presence that makes you feel at ease, especially at a club of intoxicated and possibly dangerous people. Of course, Kokushibo takes note of it and hides his small grin.
“Y/n, it sounds like you feel safe with me,” Your bodyguard leans forward and touches your thigh delicately, “You don’t actually hate what I do, you’re just bad at telling me those things. Maybe, you even think this job of mine is something you tolerate?” Kokushibo’s voice is low and melodic. It draws you in nearly instantly, forcing you to nod as there seems to be no other choice to do. Kokushibo leans in closer and raises his brows slightly, eyes closing in onto yours and you refuse to look away. You always knew he was attractive, anyone could tell you that, but when did he become irresistible?
You gulp down some much needed air, staring at him with wide eyes and a trembling mouth, unable to form any words only hoping that your expression can tell him what you wanted to say. Those three words that would finally admit your feelings for him. But instead, you take a chance, and his leg in your own hands, quickly rushing to close the gap between his face.
In a flash, the space between your heads is removed and your lips catch his. Your mouth is cushioned by his thin, usually stoic smile, that quickly sears hot with what you can only assume is embarrassment. You can even feel a similar heat spread all over your face. But to your surprise, Kokushibo doesn’t pull away. The overwhelming sensations become too much to bear, however, so you pull away and gasp, ripping your lips from his.
Kokushibo blinks rapidly, almost dumbfounded at what you had just done, and looks at you with his finger curled over his lips in a flushed shock. The realization hits you like a truck that there was a small possibility that you misinterpreted a few signs along the way, that maybe now you fumbled so hard into Kokushibo that you weren’t ever going to be taken seriously ever again—or worse—ever going to see him again. You back away.
"Oh. Oh my God. Kokushibo, I am so. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I don’t even know what I was thinking I just—” You try and stammer to make sense of yourself, but even you don’t know what you want to say. Instead, you stare at Kokushibo in hopes he’d understand.
But he doesn’t say anything. There’s not even a transition between now and when Kokushibo pulls you back into his chest, now sitting you onto his waist. The world disappears just as soon as it appears, and you’re kissing him again. And again. And again. You feel him stand up and the way his hands snake around your hips to hold you up and notice how he even tugs down the sides of your dress so you don’t accidentally reveal anything he wouldn’t want anyone to see.
The walk, if you can even call it that, to a more private area is all a hazy blur. One second you open your eyes to see people dancing and the next, you’re against a wall in a busy hallway. No time is wasted since Kokushibo was doing all the work, all while handling your weight in its entirety with the sheer strength of his hips and slight hold of his arm up your back. The rest he does blindly.
When you open your eyes to catch a glimpse of his face, you realize that now you’re in a different hallway, one still as dark and hidden away as the rest, so no one can walk by and see you two. You crane your neck up to meet Kokushibo’s sultry, yellow eyes as he lets out a raspy groan.
“Fuck...Y/n,” You can tell he’s annoyed but holding back for your sake, “Why did you have to go and do that? I can’t...I can’t...why did you...dammit.” Kokushibo looks away to the side so you can only see the sharpness of his cutting jawline, checking his surroundings. It isn’t until now that you can see how red he is. His ears, his cheeks, his nose, his entire face, all glowing pink. Could it be?
“Kokushibo, did you like the kiss?” The question burns on your tongue.
He struggles to defend himself with a stern, “No. I can’t like it. So just, I’ll drive you back but you can’t ever talk about this.” That’s an order, you know all too well, but you continue to press him for answers. You know Kokushibo is strict, but you know he can’t resist you, and right now there’s a fire burning inside of you that you’ve never felt before, and you only want to make it burn more.
Lifting your leg, you flash a small grin up at Kokushibo who has a firm hand planted beside your head, guarding your face from anybody walking by. You do it slowly, but eventually, you start moving your dress so that his eyes draw to what you’re desperately trying to show him.
“You’re so mean and uptight, Kokushibo...always following the rules and making sure I don’t get into trouble,” You lift your leg more, exposing more of your skin past regions he shouldn’t be looking, “Kokushibo, I came here to feel seen for my body and have a little fun,” You peel your dress back and reveal a pair of dark, lacey panties that match your dress to a T, “Would it kill you to do the same?”
No, it would not.
Like a man possessed, Kokushibo hungrily catches your mouth with his and kisses you roughly. With the sudden collision, his teeth knock against yours but the pain quickly subsides as soon as you feel the softness of his tongue glide into your mouth. But his lips are soft, and so are his hands as they trace lines up the back of your neck to bend your head back, allowing for a better position for Kokushibo to kiss you deeper. You want to say something, but the words quickly fizz away as soon as Kokushibo starts to breathe heavier. Almost on instinct, you feel your body roll against his. That’s when you feel a hardness you know well growing inside of his pants, which only makes your movements a thousand times more heated.
Kokushibo groans into your mouth and cups the side of your face with his hand and breaks the kiss suddenly to gasp for air, which you do the same.
“Fuck, Y/n, what are we doing?” He whispers, panting hot air against the side of your sticky neck, “What are you doing? Have you always wanted to do this? Fuck your body guard? What does this say about you...”
You bite your lip and lower your gaze down to his belt, “This is payback for losing my trust. This,” you look in his eyes, “Is how you’re going to get it back.” You kiss him again, only this time harder, which catches him off guard but not for long.
From the very start, Kokushibo was holding back. Not anymore. Now, Kokushibo has no control. Watching you fall apart completely from just his touch sends shocks throughout his body, seeing each twitch, each spasm, each jerk, turns him into a stranger to himself. A deprived, starving stranger.
His own hands are the ones to rip your dress from the top clean down the middle, tearing the black fabric easily with a small tug as he unwraps you like you were a gift to him all along. Kokushibo’s careful with not tearing anything else, though. Once your body is free from the skin tight dress, Kokushibo stares at your chest and thighs, now fully exposed to him. You can’t help but feel a bit shy under his heated gaze, but he doesn’t give you a chance to hide away from him.
Kokushibo pulls his shirt off in a hurry, unbuttoning every button he had on and practically throws it off his burly shoulders, diving right back into your lips, meeting your mouth with a feverish, eager tongue. You can’t even think. You knew he was assertive, it’s in his nature, but you’d rarely think about what Kokushibo was like outside of working for you. Was he secretly kind? Did he go to school? What color was his favorite? Even with his mouth on yours, you realize that you don’t even know anything about him, but he knows practically everything about you.
He even had tabs on your internet history, which was something you always meant to bring up with him but never did. So, yeah, everything.
“Kokushibo-” You gasp out his name, feeling his hard, yet strangely smooth hand roll up your stomach, thumbs pressing into your skin as they search for all the weak points he knows you have.
Kokushibo stops for a moment to admire all of the exposed parts of your body. Even though he’s been around long enough to where you’d feel comfortable changing around him, Kokushibo never had the chance to fully look at your torso. Doing so was sinful in his mind before, but now it hardly mattered what he was looking at. It’s the fact that you make his thoughts run rampant, screaming at him to do anything to mark up your untainted and pure skin.
“Please don’t make me ask for you to touch me...I give you full permission to do whatever you want to me, just don’t make me wait, Kokushibo.” Your arms swing around his neck, “I really just need you to touch me.”
Thankfully, Kokushibo obliges. With a soft hand, he finds the bottom of your thigh and starts rubbing, searching for the waistline of your underwear, all while smirking down at you. “You don’t have to beg, Y/n, I thought we knew I do things based on what I see fit. And I see desperation,” Kokushibo pants, “Yearning,” he grins, “And lust.”
For a moment, your eyes flash down to see your bodyguard’s hands pulling his belt loose from his waist, unbuckling the sterling silver latch and loosening his pants enough to reveal what was so hard against you earlier. You shiver at the sight of it. You always knew Kokushibo was big, that’s the whole reason why he was chosen for the job. If he was big enough for himself, he’d be big enough to protect you. Nothing about him was small. He had big hands, big hair, a big ego, and now that you find it out, even his dick was big. But that was to be expected.
What you didn’t expect, however, was how miserable it looked not being inside of you. Despite its length and girth, Kokushibo’s member was neat and clean, with thick veins running down the sides and a slightly red tip with just the slightest amount of cum leaking from the head, slicking over it and making it appear shiny under you. Looking at it, your body jerks and you look up at Kokushibo, who’s just staring down at his length with half a breath in his chest.
“I am desperate, Kokushibo.” Your legs tremble as your hand trails down between your legs, careful not to touch Kokushibo’s cock, and pull back your panties to the side, revealing your equally aching pussy to him. Just as you thought, you were soaked. Soaked even could be an understatement. Your pussy was dripping with slick pooling from all of the kissing, all the comments, and the sight of your ‘scary’ bodyguard now so horribly drunk in love. “But you didn’t pay attention to me, so what was I supposed to do? Wait?” You slide your fingers in between your cunt and start rubbing into your heat slowly.
Kokushibo pants louder, “Fuck...”
“Come on, Kokushibo, you know me. Do I like to wait?” You keep rubbing. Despite the sounds around you, all you both can hear are the wet, sloppy sounds echoing, making it impossible to ignore it.
He shakes his head silently, thinking that would be a satisfactory smile, and keeps his eyes on your hand.
“Do I?” You let your jaw hang open and that’s when he finally understands.
“No, you don’t.” Huskily, he says.
Everything was silent now.
With that, Kokushibo doesn’t allow you any chance to process when your hand is ripped from your slit and replaced by the head of Kokushibo’s twitching member pushing against you. He doesn’t give you time to move or adjust, as you don’t like waiting, Kokushibo adheres to that wish and enters your needy pussy. The darkness had actually hid his length relatively well, so it seemed like you could take him easily, but what you learned was that you couldn’t, and he was far too big to slam into you right away. Tears prick your eyes as your nails hungrily bite into his back, mouth hanging open and chanting his name like a prayer to not die right then and there. 
“Kokushibo! W-Wait! FUCK!” You cry out. Anyone that heard you was their fault at this point, you didn’t care, you had to make noise. “Kokushibo!”
Your bodyguard ignores your pleas and thrusts inside of you again and again, slamming deep inside of you with your pussy drooling all over his stiff cock. Your cunt starts to throb almost instantly now that he’s all the way in, but it still tries to reject his size and slowly starts to push him out, but Kokushibo grabs your hips and forces your pussy to swallow him whole. You continue to cry out at the pain, wishing he’d at least take you gently, but Kokushibo was anything but gentle. 
Going along with the rhythm of your gasps and shrills, Kokushibo fucks your walls unapologetically, muttering as best as he could into your ears while trying to catch his breath himself. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/n. Fuck, you like that? Keep your eyes on me. Make as much noise as you want, I want to hear it. I want to hear how badly you wanted to fuck me, your body guard.” His voice was growing thicker by the second to the point it sounded like it was coming straight from his gut. It doesn't even matter, nothing matters but feeling Kokushibo quickening his speed and deepening his cock into your core. 
You cling onto his back and arch your back, pressing your body against him. You want to say something to him, but the words don't come out. How can they? How can you even form a single thought when Kokushibo is rocking into you with all of his pent up tension running inside of his body, only slowing down when you cry louder, but even then he has the chance to speed up and takes it a few times. 
Almost as if you thought you’d never get used to it, the pain subsides to a more enjoyable pain that makes your eyes roll back with pleasure. Now you were able to focus. Now, you could feel the way Kokushibo cupped your ass in his hands, how tightly he held you, and how your stomach fluttered every time he rolled his hips into yours. You grasp onto the roots of his burgundy frosted hair and latch onto his lips hungrily, to which he gladly accepts and kisses you back twice as hard. 
“You always go too far, and you don't expect me to go all out? How is that fair, Y/n?” He thrusts harder with each word, groaning into your open mouth as your walls clamp around his dick, gasping his name. You can feel his cock sink inside of you deeper, twitching inside of you every chance it gets, making it hard to ignore the growing, twisting feeling inside of your stomach that starts to swirl into knots and very quickly starts to unravel. You knew what was going to happen next, and by the way Kokushibo squeezed your body closer to his, you can tell he was close too. Fucking your bodyguard was something you'd always hoped would happen, but you didn't know it would come sooner than later. Beads of sweat start to form on Kokushibo’s face and arms as he huffs more onto your well damp skin, just trying not to lose composure before you do. 
“K-Kokushibo…I-I can't, I need to,” You cry out and claw into his back again, “Y-You're not being fair to me! How can you! MGH!” He cuts you off by placing his mouth on yours before abruptly pulling away. 
“Y/n, shh.” He hushes you and kisses you again, closing his eyes tightly, “Fuck, fuck why do you feel so good. I shouldn't enjoy this as much as I am…and yet…What did you do to me?” His cock pumps inside of you more sloppily now, dipping into your core. All he can hear are your breathy moans and the way his dick messily slaps into your hips. It drives him wild. 
“I’m gonna cum,” You murmured into his ear, “Kokushibo I’m sorry, I'm sorry for everything and treating you like shit and ignoring you and getting mad at you. Please please please! I'm gonna cum!” 
Kokushibo returns to silence and doesn't let up, keeping his pace quick, deep, and efficient. The steadiness of his thrusts builds up until finally, your walls tighten all around him more than they ever had before, which was all Kokushibo needed to finally release. You tip your head back and so does Kokushibo as you both simultaneously stop moving all together, gasping and twitching feeling Kokushibo’s load burst inside of your sore cunt. For what feels like forever, your bodyguard’s cock pulsates, leaping while still being stuffed inside, spurting his warm, gooey, white liquid against your walls and filling you up to the point where you can feel a good amount leak outside down your legs. You tremble and pick your head back up with your chest heaving, looking at Kokushibo as he looks just as tired as you, if not more dazed. 
“Hah…hah…oh my God…” You pant, leaning against him with a soft smile across your face. It didn't matter if either of you smelled like sex, or looked as though you'd just ran miles, Kokushibo looks back at you with an equally satisfied grin, but he doesn't speak, clearly too concentrated on the aftershock of fucking his assignment as hard as he possibly could. You couldn't stand or feel your legs, but again, that didn't matter. 
His eyes fixate on your legs and soon enough, he gently moves himself so that you're no longer attached to him, noticing the way his cock springs free and is still throbbing, wet with slick and cum leaking from the tip. Kokushibo glances at you and swallows. 
“We should head home, Y/n, you've caused enough trouble here.” He lets out a sigh and stuffs his dick back into his pants, jumping a bit to fully dress himself back up. Without being asked, Kokushibo fixes your panties and hides your body as best as he can, and picks you up in his arms so that your body isn't exposed. “I'll walk you back. No need for a car, I don't need anyone else seeing you like this.”
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I couldn't help myself and made an Aizetsu x reader fanfic. Here is the link and some doodles of the fic with bits of parts I haven't written yet.
𝑨𝒁𝑼𝑹𝑬 || 𝙆𝙣𝙮 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪
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