#obanai x fem!reader
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What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?
But make it Professor X Student👀
Hey guys~ Like what I said on the last chapter, here is the second and final part!
Again, thank you for answering the poll we had before!
Anyways, let’s start!
𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚
𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Age Gap/Suggestive/Curse Words/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Risky Sex/Mentions of Death/Angst/Tragedy
Minors DNI.
🌸𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊 𝑰𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐🌸
(Images are not mine, credits to the rightful owner)
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“What should I say then? ‘Hi, I’m Obanai, the boy from the foster home who also didn’t manage to save your sister from the fire. How are you?’”
His words offended you. But before you could leave the room, a cold hand wrapped around yours, pulling you back inside his lonely classroom. You turned to look at him, and there, the nonchalant facade that Obanai always had shattered.
Frustrations and regret masked his face as he held your hand tighter, not letting you go. And without wasting a second...
"Y/N, I didn't know how to tell you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought it was best to leave the past buried."
But you couldn't suppress all the reminiscence that came flashing in her head—the smell of burnt wood, the shouts of the children as they cried because their teachers were left inside, your sight blurred by your tears, and the agony the bad news had brought to you.
"You're here now, unscathed. So why didn't you save my sister?"
Your voice trembled with the weight of the accusation, and your eyes were brimming with unshed tears. You were lost for words as you felt your knees weaken. But then Obanai sighed for the nth time as he let go of you. Immediately, you felt the cold air wash away the remnants of what his hand had held earlier.
"I tried but I can't."
"No. I guess you didn't try at all."
Anger flickered in Obanai's eyes, and you clearly saw it. It was as if you've unlocked something dark in him. In that instant, you realised that you shouldn't have said that. You shouldn't blame him. But before you can take back what you've said, Obanai has already spoken up.
"Fine. Blame me. I won't say anything again because, I guess, you'll never listen to me."
"Sensei..."
"Go home. I've got lots of things to do. See you in class tomorrow."
The coldness of the breeze blanketed you as you watched how darkness seemingly swallowed Obanai's expression. You waited for a bit for him to say anything, but nothing came. So with tears running down your face, you ran outside his lonely classroom. Your heart heaved from the loss that felt like it might swallow you whole.
Days have passed since you've learned the truth. And yet, the air remained on your shoulder, bearing the unspoken tension between you and Obanai. Yes, you've cried for nights once again, as if Shinobu's death was just yesterday. The devastation was too hard to bear, but you know you can't back away from what you've started.
You know your sister won't be happy to see you like this forever. Despite the storm raging within you, you came back to your senses and faced Obanai in his classes as professionally as you could.
"So, Y/N-san, what's the answer?"
You blinked in surprise as the familiar voice called your name. You stood up from your seat and faced him with oozing confidence, which made Obanai's eyes widen.
"Yes, even at freezing temperatures, water can remain liquid."
It was the first time in a while that Obanai looked into your eyes. And there, you've no traces of that darkness that he had back on that afternoon. For a while, no one has responded, and both of you just looked into each other's eyes, seemingly longing to put closure on what happened. However, Obanai looked away and spoke up with a cold tone.
"Correct."
You sat back and watched as the professor explained. But of course, you couldn't help but feel so guilty about the things you told him. Looking at him now, you just want to apologise for letting your emotions get the best of you.
And perhaps you might need to do that before your guilt turns into unnecessary anger.
Now, you're face-to-face with Obanai in his empty classroom. Yes, the professor is well aware of your presence, but he refused to acknowledge it. Oh well, not until you stood in front of him and spoke up.
"Where's Kaburamaru? I haven't seen him."
Surprise almost ebbed out of Obanai. Little did you know, but the chemistry professor was dying to talk to you. He had been longing to fix things, as he was well aware of how jerky he acted back then.
You were lost and in despair with the sudden information that he had revealed. Of course, you would react that way. Especially when he had left so much of the information unsaid.
But of course, he is Obanai. He won't let that emotion show. So, he immediately composed himself and faced you without any expression.
"Why do you care? Classes are done. Why are you here? Stop pestering me."
His words made your eyebrows crease. He's colder than usual, and that makes you feel a bit vulnerable. He has all the right to be angry and avoid you after what you did. So you clenched your fist and swallowed your pride.
"Are we seriously going to ignore the elephant in the room?"
"As far as I know, we're done with this discussion—"
"I'm a bitch for blaming you. I didn't know what really happened back then. I just assumed things. I let myself be consumed by my overwhelming emotions. I know it's not an excuse for saying those words to you but sensei, I want to know what happened. And I'm so sorry."
"I'm busy, Y/N-san. Can't you see?"
You groaned, feeling that anytime soon you'd scream with frustration. Desperate to talk to him and knowing everything that happened in the past, you came up with an idea. You leaned in on his desk and spoke up in a low tone of voice.
"If you're so busy right now, meet me at 10 tonight. I'll wait for you in that same coffee shop, Obanai."
Before he can say anything again, you've turned your back and left. If what he said back there is true, if he really cares, then he'll come.
Clad in an off-shoulder blue top, a red skirt, and black rubber shoes, you found yourself fiddling with your hair as you waited unsurely for Obanai. You really can't blame him if he doesn't come at all, as, first and foremost, he is your chemistry professor. You're well aware that he shouldn't have these kinds of rendezvouses with his students.
Secondly, you've been a little shit for blaming him for the death of Shinobu and for making him feel guilty for surviving that tragedy. If you could just turn back time, you wouldn't have reacted that way.
Thirdly, it's possible that Obanai now despises you. You felt sick in the pit of your stomach at the notion of him hating you. Despite all the shit that has been happening, you can't hide the fact that you still like your professor.
His eyes—those rare heterochromatic eyes and his voice—can all send you to heaven, for all you care. Why hasn't it come to your mind that the boy before had those same beautiful eyes? So that's the reason why you have always found it so enigmatic.
But like before with science, you've messed things up again.
You felt hopeless as you looked at the time. It's past ten, almost eleven. And as if fate hated you, the owner sauntered towards you and told you that they'd be closing the shop.
Feeling embarrassed, you stood up and left, apologising for the bother.
And here you are now, standing in front of the closed coffee shop, as it started to thunder and drizzle. It's past eleven, almost twelve, and still, Obanai isn't here.
You felt your heart hurt in this situation. Tears started to fall on your cheek as you let all your frustrations get ahold of you. Of course, why would he show up?
Crouching down, rain started to pour, but you refused to leave, thinking that perhaps he'd come if you'd wait for a few more minutes.
But no, it's only two minutes before the clock strikes midnight, and yet, there's still no traces of Obanai Iguro.
Soaked in the rain, you covered your face as your sobs became louder. All you wanted to do was apologise and know what happened, and yet, it seems like it won't happen anymore.
"Y/N. Why are you here?"
Hearing that familiar voice, you felt your heart start to race. You looked up and there; those enigmatic heterochromatic eyes clashed with yours. Suddenly, you felt an arm wrapping around yours, pulling you under the protection of his umbrella.
Obanai groaned and took off his jacket, wrapping it over your shoulder.
"Why the fuck would you wait for me under the rain? You should've gone home, dimwit."
"I told you I'd wait."
"But why? Nothing will change Y/N."
"Because I want you to forgive me. Because I want to know what happened. Because I want you to... to be angry at me anymore."
"Whatever. I can't leave you like this. You're soaked to the bone. Ugh, fuck this, come with me."
Your eyes widened with his words. But you didn't complain or ask for more information. You let Obanai lead you to an apartment complex.
Yes, you didn't make any sound, even until he brought you inside his home.
"Sit there. I'll grab some towels and clothes."
Waiting for Obanai to come back from inside his bedroom felt like forever. So then, you looked around, observing his place. The apartment isn't big, but it isn't small either. It lacks colour, and yet the scent of lavender welcomed you. It's quite comforting, unlike your seemingly cold-hearted professor.
You let your eyes wander around as you shivered through your wet clothes. There are tonnes of books, and you assumed that all of those relate to chemistry. You started to wonder how many hours did he stay here to just read those. There's a lot so, what drove him to spend those time, just doing that?
And there on the corner was Kaburamaru, slithering inside his shelter.
But the thing that caught your attention was the picture on his study table. You stood up from your seat and sauntered towards it. You felt warm in your chest as the image registered in your senses.
There, you saw a glimpse of your sister's smiling face. Her beauty is immortalised in this image. And there beside her was a girl who wore braids. Memories of this girl braiding your hair like what you do to yourself came flashing in your head.
Mitsuri-san.
You looked at her little image beside Obanai, who had that small smile painted on his face. Yes, they look happy in this picture, and perhaps it was taken back when they were still volunteering for that foster home.
"What are you doing?"
Obanai's cold voice almost made you faint. You turned around, and there you saw him holding the towel and an oversized shirt.
"Nothing. I just saw a photo of the three of you."
"And who allowed you to go through my things?"
"Sorry, sensei. I was just curious."
"Whatever," Obanai said, then tossed you the towel and shirt. "Go get change. I already cleaned the bedroom so you can stay for the night. Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch. I'll walk you home tomorrow when the storm calms down."
So, he'll let me stay? You thought as you gave him a faint smile, which made him look away. "Thank you, sensei."
After that encounter, you headed to his bedroom and looked around once again. The scent of lavender smells stronger here, but in a good way. Perhaps Obanai wants to calm himself so badly with this scent. It works well, though. Your anxiousness seemed to fade away.
His room is full of books too. But what surprised you again is the other photo on his bedside table. It was still the three of them. But here, Mitsuri was hugging him... He was smiling.
A pang of pain hit your chest as you decided to saunter quickly in the shower. Yet, even if you wanted to ignore the thought so badly while showering and even dressing, you couldn't help but wonder if he and Mitsuri were a thing before.
Possibly... They're close.
And she's nice; she probably won't say the things you told him before. Yes, Mitsuri is a great woman, just like your sister. It's just so sad that their lives ended before they could flourish for something more.
"You okay there, Y/N?"
You turned, and there you saw Obanai standing by the door, giving you a curious look.
You wanted to ask so badly, but you stopped yourself by biting your lip. But then, Obanai seems to notice. He sauntered inside his bedroom and placed the photo inside his drawer.
"I know you want to ask things. Ask now before I change my mind."
Obanai said as he took off his facemask and fixed his hair. You were astounded to see him without the facemask again. You can't still believe the fact that he's really that mysterious boy from the foster home.
"Sen—"
"Obanai."
"Oh, Obanai, are you and Mitsuri—"
"Almost."
Your face dropped; it seems like there are tonnes of secrets living inside this lad. For some reason, you wanted to know. He gave you this chance, so,
"Almost? What do you mean?"
"Mitsuri's the only girl who made me feel like a normal boy back in the foster home. But I never got the chance to tell her my feelings. I was about to confess when the fire happened."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. It's been too long and I've moved on. But honestly, when I first saw you in a braid back then at the coffee shop, you suddenly reminded me of her."
"Obanai..."
"But then it was just that time. Because you're really different from her."
"Of course. I'm not as nice as Mitsuri-san. Not as pretty as her either."
"Not that. You're... fuck it. You're nice and pretty... and smart, okay? Stop saying that. It's something else. It's more than your physical appearance."
"Then what? Do I remind you of my sister, instead? She raised me so—"
"Not that either. You remind me of... my younger self. Not Mitsuri or even your sister. You're like the young Obanai who hated everything for the pain the world has brought to him. The one who chose to use that loath to try to be in a better place. I'm not saying I am a hundred percent alright now. But it's just that I don't hate the world as much as I did back then. We got to celebrate little wins, right?"
His words crept into your senses and sent you a cold shiver. What does he mean? You felt like you were lost for words as you looked at Obanai and tried to analyse what you heard.
Suddenly, you felt his hands on your cheek again. There, you were sent to the first time he did this. It was when these revelations happened. So what will happen now?
Like a pack of wolves, your anxiousness started to prey on you. Your breathing slowed down, and you felt the tension in the air as Obanai leaned in to embrace you.
"I'm sorry that I made you wait. It was a jerk move."
Without words, you let yourself embrace him back, burying your face in his body. His apology sounded genuine, which made you feel a bit better.
Warmth suddenly flowed within you as you felt Obanai's hand caressing the back of your head, letting his cold fingers run through your locks. With that sensation, you weren't able to stop yourself from wanting him to stay.
"Can you stay here with me, Obanai?" You whispered, which made the man pull out from the embrace. "Why?"
"It's just... I want to know everything. I want to hear what happened."
You heard him sigh as he sat beside you. There, he looked nothing like the Obanai Iguro at the university. He looked nothing like your stern chemistry professor who is apparently allergic to women.
In this moment, he just looked like a normal guy, solid, warm but might be vulnerable. Just like how he looked back then when he was younger, but prettier.
"It's a long story."
"We have all night."
"Fine."
The night passed quickly, and yet you and Obanai didn't notice it.
He told you everything that happened back then, after the last time you'd seen him in that garden. Apparently, he was taken in by the Rengokus with Mitsuri.
He told you how Kyojuro and Mitsuri helped him come back to his senses. They are both reasons why he wanted to be a chemistry professor. It's a payback for how nice they were.
And yes, he had these little visits at the foster home by then, curious to see where the 'girl who weren't afraid of snakes' was. But you weren't there anymore, as you were taken in by the Kochos.
Time passed, and there he met with Shinobu once again as his co-worker. But back then, he had no idea that you were a part of her family. And yes, he didn't ask.
She seemed nice to Mitsuri and to him. But, of course, he didn't reciprocate well. He can't, as he was apparently 'allergic to women' or, more like, hated them, as his family, which is full of women, used to abuse him before.
He treated Shinobu as just a colleague, but never a friend.
But Mitsuri is an exemption as he grew with her. She proved to him that not all women are bad. And yes, he developed feelings for Mitsuri. But he can't reveal it, as he was too afraid. Not until it's too late.
Obanai told you that he was wrapping up his night classes back then when suddenly there was an explosion somewhere in the building. Afraid of what it might be and the consequences, Obanai ran towards it, and there he saw Mitsuri... dead.
It was too late to save her. He can't help but to wonder what if he just arrived a few moments earlier. Would his first love still be alive?
Obanai told you how it ebbed out all the remaining strength in his body. He just wanted to die.
But then he heard another voice from the room, and there he had a glimpse of an injured Shinobu, who was carrying a child. She ran towards him and told him to get the child out of the building, as she would try to look around to see if there were other children left.
And with the shock of seeing Mitsuri dead, he just followed Shinobu's orders and brought the child out to safety.
But then he realised that he shouldn't let his emotions get ahead of him, as there might be other children left inside. So then he ran back inside, and there he saw the weakened Shinobu under a fallen pillar. Obanai tried to save her, but then the girl refused and pointed towards a little girl who was crying on the corner.
She told him to save the child instead, despite all his complaints. He had no choice but to go to the little girl to save her as even if he tried every thing, there is no way that he can pull Shinobu out of the collapsed pillar. Besides, she was too injured.
"I didn't want to leave but Shinobu insisted. She told me that she would never sacrifice anyone for her sake."
Obanai paused to hold your hand as you started crying from what you are hearing right now.
"And there... your sister made me promise. She told me that if ever I see her youngest sister someday, I should do my best to bring her passion for science back. She told me that you were mad at her that day because she told you that she needed to leave for her science project at the foster home. She already knows that you'll hate science, as you might think that it is the reason why she'll die. But she never wanted you to feel that. It was no one's fault. Y/N, she loves you so much."
"Is that the reason why you gave me that notebook?"
"Yes... I always had that notebook because I always thought that perhaps someday I'd meet her sister. I actually prepared it for you in case what Shinobu said became true, and it did. I wanted to fulfill that promise so bad."
"I-I hated science because of what happened. My sister would've been alive by now if she didn't leave that night... But, perhaps that's really what we do if we love something?"
"She loves you more than anything Y/N. Always remember that. No one knew that the tragedy would happen..."
"Yes... I'm sorry for being so illogical Obanai. I am trying my best but... it still hurts a lot."
"No, it's okay. You didn't know. And you should take your time to heal yourself. There's no rush..."
"Thanks. But still... Why did you make this effort at all? Why did you want to fulfill that promise if my sister isn't important at all to you?"
"I don't know. I think it's how I dealt with the guilt of not saving those two—Mitsuri and Shinobu. I always thought that if I couldn't save them, perhaps I could help you? But I really didn't know if what I am doing right now helps you. Perhaps I should've buried—."
"Obanai, don't say that. You... you helped me a lot. And yes, I know you already made Mitsuri and my sister proud of this. And I can't thank you enough for these efforts that you've already made for someone whom you haven't met yet.."
Tears suddenly poured out of Obanai's eyes after hearing those words coming out of you. It's like the knife that has been stabbing him again and again all these years was suddenly pulled out, and there you are, trying to heal his wounds again.
You, on the other hand, realised what your sister's love could do. And you ended up crying too as you realised how wrong you were for telling Obanai that he never tried to save them. He did. He tried his best.
Seeing the strong Obanai breaking down made you feel more vulnerable, and suddenly, you felt the urge to slowly lean in and give him a passionate kiss.
Obanai was stunned. Never in his life has he experienced this. No one has ever looked at him this way after Mitsuri's death. But then, here you are now, kissing him passionately. He had tonnes of questions in mind. But then he shoved all of those and buried them deep within his mind as he let his hands slip around your body.
Warmth embraced the both of you as Obanai started kissing back, slowly pushing you down on the mattress. But then, before he got carried away, he pulled out, blushing so madly.
Drunk in passion and confusion, you opened your eyes, and there you saw Obanai trying to look away. So then, you sat and looked on your lap, feeling the regret of letting your passion take over.
"Sorry Obanai..."
"It's okay."
"I just wanted to... thank you, but I got carried away. I'm so sorry."
"Is that all that kiss was for? Just to thank me?"
His question made you think hard, because what would you answer? Is he expecting you to say yes or no? Confusion blinded you as you felt your hands start to shiver. It's just all too much for tonight.
Obanai noticed it, so he decided to drop the issue and speak up in a calmer tone. "I guess we can talk about this tomorrow. I'm sorry for scaring you again."
He was about to go when suddenly you pulled his hand again and said, "Stay with me, please."
Falling for that beautiful look you had now as you flaunt your vulnerability to him, Obanai can't do anything but agree. And there he stayed the night, lying beside you to caress your hair as you drifted into sleep.
Little did you know that as you slept, the man looked at you, thinking how he'd want to risk everything just to protect you. He touched your cheek and kissed your forehead. Obanai couldn't stop himself from taking in your wonderful image.
Questions are still in his head, especially about the reason behind that kiss. He felt his heart racing once again as he looked at you. He never wanted to be with anyone, but now he thinks he is starting to fall in love again.
All he knows right now is that he adores you, so he wanted to know you better.
Obanai stopped praying. He has never prayed since the night when he escaped his abusive family. But then this night, he prayed so hard that fate would let him be with you. He also prayed that Mitsuri and Shinobu wouldn't kill him for feeling this intense passion for you.
He wants nothing but to be there for you. Aside from protecting you, Obanai would want to risk everything to lift the burden inside of you, even just a little.
It's the least that he can do, as you gave him another chance in life and made him feel like a normal guy again. And for a while, it was peace that he felt right now as you slept on his arms.
Feeling a bit hazy, you opened your eyes, and there, the scene that you never expected to see welcomed you. Obanai was there, facing you as he slept quietly. His hand was wrapped around your body, making you blush hard. The man looked like it was the first time that he had slept this peacefully in years.
Seeing him like this ignited your passion, which made you want to caress his cheek. Suddenly, faint fragments of the night came into you, which in turn made you redder than you already are. You felt your body heat up as you remembered that you'd kissed this guy last night.
Yes, you kissed your chemistry professor.
It's insane, but you also remembered how you made him confused with the words that you'd told him after. Then it finally hit you... How can you face him at class so casually again after that night? Aside from those heavy revelations, there seems to be a deeper connection that is happening with both of you now.
So even if you still wanted to lay there and just stare at his wonderful face, you slowly lifted up his arms and crawled out of bed. You sneaked towards the window to see if the rain had gone away. It was all stormy last night, but then, it's good to know that the sun is shining brightly today.
You were about to head out of his bedroom, as you badly wanted to sneak out. You just don't know how to react in front of him after everything, and you want to just escape the possible awkward encounter.
But then, just before you could make another step out of his bedroom, Obanai's sleepy voice made you turn to look at him. "What time is it?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes with his hand and stretched his back.
Gulping before you spoke, you looked at the wall clock and spoke up with a trembling tone. "Seven in the morning. I have classes around nine. I should get going." Obanai perked up, realisation coming into his senses.
"Gosh, I almost forgot... I'll cook you breakfast. Wait."
Obanai stood up from the bed, making you bite your lip. As if his intrusive thoughts overtook him, he ruffled your hair before heading out of his bedroom.
Realising that you're all alone again, inside his bedroom, you felt your knees finally give out, and you fell to the ground. How can he act so casual about this? You thought as you blushed madly.
But then, you quickly got on your feet as you realised that even if you ran back to your house to change, you'd still be late. You walked quickly to the kitchen, and there, you saw Obanai making two omelettes.
Your heartbeat rushed as your eyes met. Obanai smiled at you, which almost made you melt. He looks nothing like yesterday. It's like all the grumpiness in him was suddenly gone.
"You hungry? I'll be finished cooking in a few minutes. If you want, you can take a shower now. I have some hoodies and pants that I think would fit you."
You blushed at the thought of you wearing his clothes to the university. "Won't people notice that I'm wearing your clothes?" You asked, fiddling with your fingers.
Obanai tilted his head to the side while looking at you. "Have you seen me wear hoodies at the university?"
"No."
"Then no. Go take a shower now."
You wanted to complain, but as if you were automated to do so, you headed to the bathroom and took a shower. It was surprising to see a lilac hoodie and black pants prepared for you at the bed.
A small smile crept onto your lips. You never expected that Obanai would be this caring. But then, you reminded yourself that perhaps he is just doing this because of his promise to your sister.
Sighing, you put on his clothes and fixed yourself. You know that you shouldn't bother yourself with these thoughts, so you tried shoving them deep within your head.
You went out of the bedroom and were astounded to see the delectable dish that the man had prepared for you.
Obanai appeared out of nowhere, from behind your back. "Y/N, I've already eaten. I'll just take a quick shower, and then we'll head to the university. There's a spare toothbrush that I've prepared there. Feel free to use my comb as well."
"Yes, sir," you said, blushing, and there, Obanai finally left again.
You could see how Kaburamaru stared at you in the corner of your eye. You smiled at him and then proceeded to finish your breakfast and fix yourself.
Obanai emerged from his bedroom, and yes, the lavender smell made you turn your head towards him. He was clad in his usual formal clothing and oversized lab coat again, with that face mask.
You suddenly wanted to tease him, and so you did.
"It looks like my grumpy sensei is back."
He facepalmed and sauntered towards you. You were astounded by the next actions that he took. Cornering you on the wall, Obanai pulled down his facemask and leaned in to kiss you.
A yelp escaped from your mouth, but then you found yourself leaning in to kiss him back. It seems like your vision was filled with fireworks as you felt warmth burning at the pit of your stomach.
Obanai suddenly pulled out, panting from the intense kiss. Before you could say anything, the chemistry professor finally spoke up. "I don't think I could just be your 'sensei' after last night. If you really just kissed me just to thank me, I'll do everything to change that. Y/N. I don't care anymore, but I want you to be mine."
Panting while trying to suppress all your moans, you found yourself skin-to-skin with your chemistry professor. Obanai covered your mouth as your nails dug into his back.
"Obanai... Mmmm, yes..."
"Sshh, if you'll not be quiet, someone might hear us."
Obanai bit you on your shoulder as he wildly thrusted his throbbing cock inside of you. Making your eyes roll back because of the sensation that he is giving you, a loud moan almost slipped out of your mouth. Thankfully, Obanai managed to cover your mouth before you could scream in pleasure.
But as the pleasure started to engulf you, you started to wonder. How did this happen?
Flashback:
Days have passed since Obanai's confession, and yet you still haven't told him about your real feelings. It's like, whenever you feel that you're ready, you'll end up swallowing the words back again.
So then, Obanai is still oblivious to your feelings. And when we say oblivious, it also means that it makes him more determined to court you. Yes, he is well aware that this could be wrong in the eyes of others. But then, he wanted nothing but to protect you and help you heal.
He wanted to fulfil his promise to Shinobu, but he also didn't want to commit the same mistakes that he had done to Mitsuri. He won't let things become too late before he makes a move.
At school hours, Obanai remained professional—and, of course, grumpy—to all of his students. You are not an exception to this. But then, after classes, the chemistry professor would pull you into an empty hall, away from prying eyes, just to give you your favourite snack or a flower.
Yes, he courted you like a gentleman. Even if it is behind the curtains of being acceptable to all, you can't help but fall for him more.
So then one day, when your curiosity took over, you directly told Obanai something that made him flabbergasted to the bone.
"Are you doing all of this because of the promise that you had with my sister? Because if you're just efforting for that, please just stay as my professor. I can't risk everything if I know I'll be in a situation wherein I'm going to lose more than myself."
Clicking his tongue, Obanai raised his eyebrow at you. "Here you go again with your assumptions," he said with a tone of dismay in his voice.
"I just want to be sure because, just to be clear, you don't have any responsibility for me. I'm a grown woman."
"And I'm well aware of that. I'm not stupid."
"You're not stupid, but I might be. So please just stop this if you're just doing it because of that promise or because I remind you of Mitsuri-san...."
"No. You're wrong. I'm doing this because I like you. Okay? You are good to me even if I was being an all-time jerk. You treated me like a normal guy. And it always feels like I've known you forever."
Hearing those words coming from his mouth, with the clear truth painted on his heterochromatic eyes, you felt your heart rise. And there, finally, you spoke the words that Obanai had been wanting to hear.
"I-I like you too, sensei."
"Y/N..."
Before you could reply, Obanai tugged off his facemask and snaked his arms around you, pulling you into a passionate kiss. There, you felt your knees weaken as you submitted to his strong arms. Never have you imagined in your life that the boy who saved you from being bit by Kaburamaru when you were younger would also be this man who ended up falling for you.
Taken by his emotions, Obanai slowly bit your lip, letting his hands slip under your shirt. Without caring that anyone could enter the room by now, you let his tongue slip inside your mouth, with the kiss only ending with the both of you fighting for dominance.
Heat crept up on your body as you felt his usual cold hands run on your body. With shivers running up your spine, you pulled out and looked into Obanai's eyes. Surprised by the passion painted on his marvellous orbs, you caressed his face and gave him a soft smile.
"I'm all yours, Obanai," you whispered before leaning in to kiss his lips.
Little did you know, your words flipped a switch on Obanai, giving him the strength to carry you to the table. Slowly, his lips went down on your jaw, planting ticklish kisses that went down on your collarbone. A soft moan escaped from your lips as you wrapped your hands around his neck.
That made the chemistry professor look up at you and caress your face. "I want you, Y/N." His words were vague, but you already know what he means. And yes, how could you resist those wonderful eyes and that fierce expression on his face? He was hungry for your touch.
You didn't answer; you spread your legs, inviting him to move closer to you. And there, Obanai gulped and positioned your body between your thighs. There, you slowly felt his hard member, cloaked under his pants, as he slowly grinded on you while kissing you deeply.
And there, another moan escaped your lips, which in turn made Obanai harder than he already is. "Oh, you make me want to fuck you so bad right now," he whispered in your ear, with a voice so sensual that it made you almost cum.
"I want you too, Obanai."
"Are you sure?" He asked as he ran his hands on your hair. You nodded, and there, a small smile managed to escape from his senses. Without saying a word, Obanai's hands worked up on your shirt, taking it off you. Slowly, he opened your bra, making you gasp as the sudden coldness of the room embraced you.
Slowly, Obanai removed his lab coat and shirt, making you gasp as you saw a burn mark on his chest. You touched it gently, making the man bite his lip.
You felt a pinch on your chest with what you saw. He must have gotten that burn mark back that night. So then, even if you knew it wouldn't heal it, you slowly planted kisses on it, making Obanai moan loudly.
Slowly, Obanai slipped his finger under your skirt, pulling your pants to the side. And there, he slowly ran his hands on your wet slit. "Fuck..." you mumbled as you buried your face on his bare chest, licking his scar down to his sensitive nipples.
Pain and pleasure embraced you as suddenly, Obanai slipped two of his fingers inside of you. "Fuck, so tight," he said as he laid you down on the table, spreading you open like a book. And there, his mouth worked on your nipples, nibbling and licking them as he continued to finger-fuck you with an unpredictable rhythm.
"I'm near," you whispered as he fingered you faster. But then, after hearing that, the man stopped and kissed your lips instead.
"I'm so hard right now..." He whispered, making you wetter than you already are. "Fuck me then." You said confidently, ignoring the fact that it'll be your first time if he does what you're suggesting.
"You sure? It'll be my—"
You were astounded by what he was going to say, but then you cut it off by saying, "It's mine too... And I want it to be you. Make love with me, Obanai." You said, making the man nod.
With your words, Obanai pulled down his pants, and there, his hardened cock surprised you. You spread your legs more as Obanai positioned his cock on your entrance, rubbing it against it to tease you.
Feeling impatient, you pulled him close to you and gave him a deep kiss as he slowly entered you. The pain that you felt eventually subsided as Obanai thrust himself in and out of you, whispering how he loved you.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him go deeper into you. But then, just as before you could feel your climax, a knock stunned the both of you.
"Iguro-sensei? Are you here?"
Realising that the door wasn't locked, your heart thumped hard. "Fuck," Obanai groaned as he carried you from the table, still not pulling out. He kicked your clothes under the table as he commanded you to bend down under the table so that nobody could see you.
No one should see you in this state except him!
So there, you followed him and bent down under the table, with his cock still inside of you. Obanai put on his shirt and lab coat, draping them on you.
And there, your heart thumped harder. But the risk he is putting you in right now didn't stop you from feeling more aroused. He signalled for you to shut up, and there he spoke up with his usual uninterested voice, letting the student into his classroom.
"What do you want?"
"Sensei, you have no facemask," Nezuko said, surprised to see their professor like that for the first time.
"So? What do you need, idiot?"
The innocent Nezuko came in and spoke up. "Iguro-sensei, I just want to ask if you have seen Y/N. Our next class will start, but she still isn't around."
You felt a bit guilty for making your classmate worry, but then you knew that you couldn't just show up right now. Looking up, you saw Obanai flash you a 'you're dead' look that made you gulp. The professor hates it when students skip classes, and now you're skipping one to get fucked by him.
Obanai groaned at Nezuko. "Do I look like a babysitter? She's not here, can't you see? Go find her somewhere else. Perhaps she's out there slacking off or what, for all I care."
"Sorry sensei..."
"Go out and lock the door before closing it."
A few seconds after Nezuko left and locked the door, Obanai yanked you out of the table with your hair and bent you on the table.
"So, you're skipping classes now, huh? I'm going to fuck you so hard for this. Bad girl."
Obanai said, not letting you speak as he thrust deeper and harder into your wet pussy, making you moan loudly. He took off his remaining clothing again and yanked your hair harder as he grinded in his cock on your damped hole.
"Fuck, you feel so good."
End of flashback
"Obanai... Mmmm, yes..."
"Sshh, if you'll not be quiet, someone might hear us."
Obanai bit you on your shoulder as he slowly inserted his throbbing cock inside of you. Making your eyes roll back because of the sensation that he is giving you, a loud moan almost slipped out of your mouth. Thankfully, Obanai managed to cover your mouth before you could scream in pleasure.
With your orgasm building inside of you, you felt yourself tearing up. Obanai kissed your neck, groped your breasts, and played with your nipples as he fucked you hard.
"Fuck, I'm near..." He said, turning you over to face him now. There, he laid you on the floor, with your lustful and passionate eyes locked with each other. "I want to see your face as you cum." He said, and there, Obanai started slipping his cock in and out of you as his right hand worked to rub your clit.
With the overstimulation, you can't help but wrap your legs around him, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as you tear up with the sensation that you are feeling.
And there, as if atoms had collided, you felt an explosion inside of you as your sweet juices mixed with Obanai's cum. "Fuck!" He said as you bit his shoulder, letting the pleasure take over.
With his thrusts slowing down, Obanai collapsed over you, panting. You ran your hands on his hair and buried your face in the crook of his neck. Your heart is racing with the rhythm of his.
"I love you, Obanai."
"I love you too. You're mine."
"I'm yours."
You looked at the sky, letting the cold breeze caress your skin. Resting on your lap was Obanai, who was petting Kaburamaru.
You looked down on the chemistry professor, and realisation hit you again. This marvellous man is yours. Who would have thought that the boy you've met at the foster home would change your life?
And there, you realised that if Shinobu and Mitsuri could see the both of you now, perhaps they would be happy. You know how those girls wanted you and Obanai to be happy before, and now it happens because you found love with each other.
And it's true, Obanai had seen his old self in you, but now it's different.
Like he had said before, both of you are not a hundred percent alright right now. But it's just that you don't hate the world as much as you did back then. And yes, you have to celebrate little wins, right?
And now, celebrating will be better, as you will get to celebrate it with the one you love every day.
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷!
Phew! All done with the Special Classes series finally! How has it been for you? XD I hope you enjoyed reading every single version!
It was quite hard writing Obanai's piece as it became deeper than I expected it to be (yes, I guess... he'll want it deep 🤭) But kidding aside! I enjoyed writing this as much as I wanted sleep hahahahaha!
Love yah all and thank you for the support as always! Feel free to reblog, request, and comment!
See you on the next series that I'm making (Tsugoku X Male Hashira and Oiran X Male Hashira) and the other one shots that I am preparing.
I'll be accommodating reqs as soon as my sched clears out UwU
Thank you again, minna-san!
MDNI!
Ja ne~
~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸
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Sweet Sunday NSFW
Obanai x Fem!Reader
!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!
A/N: this is an AO3 request :3 gonna try to prioritize requests sent on AO3 since I plan on being more active there. This is short but sweet :) also I don’t know Obanai too well(it’s been forever since I read the manga) so sorry if he’s a little out of character… or if this just sucks. LMAO
warnings: pussy eating, very soft and sweet sex, Obanai worships your body, breeding, mostly nsfw, fluffy
You never did quite like waking up early in the morning, and thankfully your boyfriend didn’t either. Even when he was supposed to be off fighting demons, Obanai hated getting up before 10 am.
So that’s why on his day off, the two of you stayed curled up together the entire morning, sharing kisses and soft words of love. It had taken him so long to open up to you, and now that he had, it was almost like he was making up for lost time.
“You’re just radiant…” he purred, brushing back your hair from your sleepy face. “My love, my angel… my everything.”
It was enough to get your cheeks feeling hot to the touch, your heart beating out of your chest. “And you’re so handsome it makes me nervous…”
Although Obanai still struggled to accept compliments, he knew you would never lie to him. His own pale cheeks flushed pink as he looked away. The bandages that usually covered his mouth lay on the nightstand by your shared bed.
You traced the scars on the corners of his mouth, your eyes full of love and adoration. He could have never thought that anyone would look at his mmm in such a way, especially without his bandages to cover up his biggest insecurity.
��You’re too kind, my love. Sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream, that I’ll wake up back in my childhood home.”
You paused, your heart twisting in pain. Obanai often suffered from nightmares, waking up screaming and clutching onto you for dear life. It left him trembling, tears pouring down his cheeks as he struggled to soothe himself.
But how he didn’t have to face it alone, he had you.
“You’re safe now, Obanai. You never have to hide away when you’re with me…”
His eyes softened, and he couldn’t help but pull you close. You smelled so sweet, like sunshine and vanilla, with hints of something sweet he couldn’t quite place. Whenever he inhaled your scent, he knew that he was right where he needed to be.
Home.
It didn’t help that your scent also stimulated other feelings… other desires… before he knew it his hands hand wondered along your hips and to your thighs, lightly pushing them open. “O-Obanai…”
You whined softly as his nimble fingers danced across your closed cunt, stopping right above your clit. He pressed down, causing you to squirm lightly as he began rubbing gentle circles into it. “Shh, princess. Let me make you feel good.”
If Obanai was anything, he was devoted to you body and soul. Every little sound and movement you made was enough to get his pants tight and his body ready to please you.
He slid off your soaked panties, giving your pussy a soft kiss. “Gorgeous, taste so sweet, princess…”
Eating you out was one of his favorite activities, and he enjoyed pinching your pretty nipples as he did. Obanai loved to overstimulate you until you were pushing his head away, begging for his cock instead.
But this morning, he decided to let you off with only three orgasms with his tongue. “Okay, okay…”
He lined up his hips with yours, peppering your neck in kisses. “Do you want me?”
“Y-yes please!”
No hesitation, just pure desire for him. It felt good to be wanted, to be so desperately desired by you.
And so Obanai complied, snapping his hips forward to plunge his cock into you, groaning at the feeling if your tight cunt. Despite him not being huge, you always needed a moment to adjust, and he was more than fine with your pretty pussy cockwarming him as you got used to his cock.
“There you go…” he said, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace as your arousal pooled on the bedsheets below. “That’s my girl… that’s my love.”
His fingertips dig into your plump hips as he fucked info you, his warm breath tickling your neck. Obanai wasn’t really the type to moan, but he started getting talkative when he was close.
“S-so good, my love. So fucking good for me…”
The two of you came together, and he didn’t bother to pull out. He planned on marrying you after all, and getting you pregnant was the goal. “G-gonna… gonna knock you up, okay? My love, my beautiful wife, so pretty for me…”
The two of you laid together, your naked bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat of you snuggled. Soon, you’d have to leave the comfort of your bed to bathe and eat something to replenish your strength…
But for now, you’d need to comfort your lover. He always got a bit shy after sex, embarrassed of the things he said while pussy drunk. You didn’t mind though… you wanted to be his wife after all.
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★Yobai☆
Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! Reader x Obanai Iguro
Synopsis: Someone put a strange idea in your girlfriend’s mind, and she’s roped you into a night of passion to seduce the Snake Hashira for his birthday.
Blame @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi this is becoming a thing lol I may just need to do an entire series… Original idea and inspiration for yobai from @rottmntrulesall ♥️
Read Kyojuro here, and Sanemi here, for their yobai nights!
tw: MFF • Fem! Reader • Sub! Reader • 3some • Vaginal Sex • Praise/Overstimulation • Soft Dom! Mitsuri • Switch! Obanai • Mitsuri calls you plum •
When your lover Mitsuri told you about her idea for celebrating Obanai’s birthday, you hadn’t imagined it to look like this.
Where she even got such an idea was lost to you, as you watched the beautiful pink haired girl bounced on her heels in excitement. You looked around the neat space, not a single object out of place. The bed made, clothes hung or folded, and there were no other personal items to be seen except for a poorly attempted embroidered snake set against a dresser. Mitsuri had taught you the basics and encouraged you to make something of your own. You’d made that nearly a year ago, for his birthday last year. It felt wrong and invasive to be staring at his things like this.
“Mitsuri… are you sure this is—,” she interrupted your soft murmur, her excitement just too high as it draws nearer for Obanai’s return from the bath. You tried not to think too hard about the broken lock to his estate’s front doors, or the fact that you’d been dragged along into a crime no less, breaking and entering. Obanai being a stickler for rules, most likely won’t take to this very well but… You side eye Mitsuri, her cheeks flushed and smile bright in place. She didn’t look nervous at all, and that realization struck you with a sense of instability. Mitsuri was always bold, gentle and empathetic too, but she was confident about everything but herself it seemed. You selfishly liked to think your love aided in her self esteem though, as her love did for you.
You wanted to think it would be the same for Obanai. You knew he returned Mitsuri’s affections, obediently following her and eager for her praise and attention, but your relationship wasn’t the least bit similar. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.
“Oh! I should go see if he has any candles, that’s romantic isn’t it? If he has enough, I can make a heart with them!” Her declaration and grin, as if the idea was so ingenious she couldn’t fathom why she hadn’t thought of it earlier, made you pause before you could object.
“M—,” she was gone. You were alone in Obanai’s room now, and the man himself was due any moment for… whatever this was exactly. To seduce him? Mitsuri had certainly painted a romantic and erotic image in your mind when she’d had two fingers in your pussy, breathing salacious images for you to conjure as you drew nearer and nearer to your orgasm. You’d been too engrossed to think clearly, agreeing of course to the promise of pleasure and inclusion of the man you adored.
You were about to give way to your own cowardice and make a run for it when the shoji slid open.
You had to duck to avoid his blade, panic and adrenaline flooding your system at the unexpected but also anticipated fight which would arise from entering unannounced to a sword master’s home. It only took Obanai a moment to realize you weren’t some sort of burglar or demon awaiting him. His hair was still slightly damp, his bandages removed and face on full display as he stood before you in a plain yukata with his sword pointed at you. Kaburamaru peaking out from around his neck, tongue flicking out as if in greeting.
“(Y/N)…?” His confusion is quickly replaced with irritation.
“I could’ve killed you, what are you doing here? At this time of night? Are you an idiot?” His voice and tone are icy, glaring heterochromic eyes narrowed on you. His sword is quickly sheathed as he stomps towards you, and it’s all you can do to stutter out “w-wait!” before he can haul you out of his estate. Although it’s certainly embarrassing to you, and you’re more than a little anxious and self conscious, you knew it would do more damage to not speak up with honesty.
His grip on your upper arm isn’t painful, but he’s firm in his hold that you aren’t able to squirm free. He tries to ignore the way you being in his room has him heating up, intent on dragging you home to your own bed to sleep properly. You were the weaker of the two, between him and Mitsuri, therefore Obanai was more cautious in your safety. “You should know better,” his hand raised, finger pointed and almost touching your skin as you flinch back reflexively. You knew realistically this reprimand is exceedingly light for Obanai, as you’ve seen his true wrath unleashed for stupidity on lower ranked slayers in the corps. It didn’t stop your eyes from watering a little, your lip from wobbling, or Obanai from nearly stumbling away from you.
“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday…” his left eye twitched at your words. Kaburamaru moving down his arms and sliding to the floor, slithering away from the strange quarrel going on.
“You could’ve easily said it in the morning, don’t cry—,” his hiss of guilt and annoyance not the least bit gentle. “It’s the middle of the night idiot! You shouldn’t—,”
“Shouldn’t what?” Mitsuri’s appearance had the Snake Hashira nearly turning to stone.
“Mitsuri too…?” He felt his nerves lighting up. As they always did in her presence. It wasn’t the same comforting warmth which you gave him, the kind that relaxed and soothed. Mitsuri was crackling and commanding.
“I didn’t find any candles, but we can make it romantic with just us anyway.” She grinned, unconcerned about her property damage which Obanai would surely find later. She pressed both Obanai and you back, closing the shoji behind her as she entered the room fully. You noted the room seemed smaller like this.
“Mitsuri, you shouldn’t be here either, I’m aware you both now just want to say congratulations, and thank you, but—,”
“We didn’t come here to say happy birthday silly, we came here to show it, right plum?” Your nickname caught your attention as reality sank back in. Numbly you nodded, not looking up as you studied the wood polish beneath your feet. “Which means come here~” she cooed. You snapped to attention, heart rate skyrocketing as you nervously shuffled closer to her. Her jade eyes soft and promising as you looked into them.
Obanai stayed silent, watching in an odd sort of fascination the dynamic you both shared. He was envious of both of you ironically. The dominance Mitsuri held over you, and the submission you gave Mitsuri. He held his tongue though, unsure what he was supposed to do now. Though he trusted and loved you both dearly, he still struggled to say it and even show it physically.
Mitsuri led the room.
“You want to show Obanai how grateful you are for him being born, so why don’t you get on your knees plum, let us both see your pretty mouth.” You obeyed, shakily dropping to your knees and opening your mouth like Mitsuri loves. Obanai would never be able to remove the erotic sight from his mind again.
“She’s offering her mouth for you to fuck Obanai, are you going to deny her and make her sad?” He’s dazed and startled by Mitsuri’s change in tone, her beautiful eyes sharper and trained on him. Her hand is placed gently on your head, and you leave your own in your lap as you wait with an unsure mind.
“She’s nervous because you’re waiting…” you hear her murmur, but your eyes are trained on the sharp lines of his scars. When his eyes connect with yours, something dark passes through them, but he wordlessly begins untying his belt. His lips are set in a frown, but his cheeks are warm and flushed.
“Does she even deserve my cock though?” You nearly break and close your mouth, as Obanai grips his hard aching cock and positions it just before your lips. Not touching though. “She hasn’t asked for it at all.”
Your eyes widen. Mitsuri giggles.
“P-please, Obanai, I want you to fuck my mouth,” it felt as humiliating as always, just as flustered as when Mitsuri makes you beg.
He’d never admit it drove him wild, having you like this. Like he’d awoken to some sort of fever dream and conjured you up before him. Sitting with your mouth open, begging for his cock. This sort of thing only happened in novels he believed.
He grunts, sneering down at you and making the scars on his face more menacing. They seemed to enhance his features with his mood. “You asked,” he murmured, before sliding the tip of his cock in your mouth. He still smells a bit like soap, his taste neutral as he moans, muttering something beneath his breath before his lips are stolen aggressively by Mitsuri. He doesn’t mean to shove himself deeper in your mouth, but you relax and let his cock brush back and forth inside your mouth, getting a little deeper as time goes on.
A hand is on the back of your head, keeping if you from pulling away. The soft but firm touch familiar and letting you know it’s Mitsuri as Obanai’s cock dips a bit too deep and gags you. You can’t pull away despite choking, tears pricking your eyes even as your core throbs painfully. You want him inside of you, desperately, but this isn’t you leading so you stay where you are and let him continue ravishing your mouth.
“Mm, Obanai, aren’t you just adorable? Well? Does her wet little mouth feel good? Do you want her to make your pretty cock cum?” You shiver at her arousing choice of verbiage, her sly tone teasing as Obanai’s hips jerk and he groans low in his throat.
“Fuck, yes, Mitsuri, I want to fill her mouth.” His voice sounds strained as he works his cock at odd depths and varying speeds in your mouth, poking into your cheek as he watches the skin protrude before sinking back into your throat.
“Good boy, go ahead, today is your treat. Go on and cum for us Obanai.” He loses it, his balls drawing tight as he moans and releases into your mouth and down your throat messily.
You’re made to take it, struggling to breathe through your nose as he rocks his hips and the fine curls of his pubic hair kiss your nose. He finally pulls out, Mitsuri’s hand now running through your hair soothingly. “So good for us plum.” Your blurry vision flicks up to her figure, her words encouraging you as you lean against her leg offered in support.
“She did such a good job… doesn’t she deserve a reward Obanai?” You blink the tears away, a few escaping down your cheek as Obanai stares at the pathetic and arousing sight you make. Your clothes still intact but your face being covered in his cum and your own salvia doesn’t help your decency. He can’t help the warmth spreading through him again, as he drops the rest of his clothing and moves to grab you up.
You’re swung lightly onto the bed.
“She’s an idiot that deserves more punishment than this but…” he’s close, pressing you flat against the futon and nearly kissing you. “I guess I’ll be nice this time. Say thank you.” He smirks when you do, the sight so confident it fills your heart as you look at him. There had been time he’d rather lose a limb than reveal his face, and while it’d taken longer to show you himself, and even longer to feel completely comfortable, it feels worth it now. His eyes daring but soft, because even as he calls you foolish he’s equally supporting and helping you despite it.
Your clothing is almost torn as he removes it from you, hissing complaints when he snags a knot or forgets there is a button. You aren’t even given time to feel self conscious, only aware in the back of your mind this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him.
“I love you.” It’s said so softly he nearly doesn’t hear it clearly.
He stills, and Mitsuri, who’d crawled up beside your head to sit and watch, let her eyes flick up to your face. You lay so sweetly beneath them both, allowing them full control of your body because you trust and love them. Mitsuri is silent, only internally squealing at the cute way you decided to confess, only reaching to thread her fingers with your own as show of support while Obanai processes your words.
“You…” he’s frowning, brows pulled together and it the sight yanks at a ball of anxiety bundled in the pit of your stomach. “Do you even understand—,” he goes to lay into you, but you already know where he wants to go.
“I love you Obanai!” Half naked and huffing indignantly, you glare at him with all the force of a rabbit. Mitsuri is forced to turn her head away to conceal the laugh which threatened to break free. Unlike her though, Obanai is happy to glare back and even manhandle you. His hand grips your jaw, smushing your cheeks as he points down at you.
“You don’t get to confess first, I do,” he’s immature at the oddest times, but you’re helpless against him because he’s red like an apple and breathing heavily.
“There’s no rule that says—hah!” He smashes his lips against yours, and you can’t help but compare his kiss to Mitsuri. Where she’s warm he’s cool, his body temperature actually lower than your own by a little, but his mouth is warm inside as he forces your lips open to slip his tongue inside.
When he pulls back, a string of saliva connects you both for a moment before breaking.
“Fuck, you… You’re mine, do you hear me?” His confession isn’t as loving or sweet as yours, but his claim is encompassing. His forehead knocks against your own, and for a brief second, you see the conflict and doubt war in his dual colored eyes.
He’s nervous and scared.
It seemed to ironically dissolve your own fear. Your arms moving, Mitsuri allowing your hand freedom, to wrap around Obanai’s neck and kiss him, deeply, as if your lips could proclaim your love better than your voice. It could. It was less about dominance and more about warming one another up, as you felt Mitsuri’s fingers softly massaging your scalp as you kissed him. Obanai letting you lead for a moment as you moaned, his hands caressing your body and back to working on removing your clothes.
Mitsuri helped, happy to get you naked like him, and pleased when his eyes locked with her.
“You too…” he looked to the side, “please…”
“Ufufu, of course, I can’t let you two have fun alone tonight at least. We need at least three for a birthday party.” Her movements were quick and efficient, stripping herself and revealing each creamy inch of skin and captivating two sets of eyes. She doesn’t hesitate to let her hair free of her braids, proudly crawling back onto the futon to lean over you, kissing you with all the familiar sweetness she encompasses.
“Pretty plum, how do you feel?” She’s whispering, but your heart soars as she checks in on you, looking for any signs of distress. You were nervous, but as she touches you, caressing you with familiar hands, Obanai watches. How could he not? He wants to both step away and let you both continue all night and squeeze himself between.
It’s his birthday today though. Clearly he wasn’t going to be on the sidelines.
“Come here,” Mitsuri encourages, bringing him in for a similar kiss, and grabbing his hand to trail up her body. You watch hungrily, as Mitsuri shivers and smiles while Obanai palms her heavy chest. Mitsuri showing him exactly what she likes as she kisses his face and up to his ear, whispering something likely wicked as he moans and drops his head.
Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving her hand over the pretty swollen tip, reddened and leaking as she pumps it. “Mitsuri,” he gasps, back hunching a bit as she coos. “Obanai is so pretty too, isn’t he plum? He still needs to reward you~” he hissed as she jerks him a bit tighter, the pain and pleasure waring now.
“So pretty,” you affirmed, transfixed by the image of Obanai looking so overwhelmed. It’s usually you in that position. It felt oddly nice to see it in reverse. His eyes snap to you, and it’s like the image from a moment ago was a lie as he smiles wickedly, his hand moving to cup your pussy as you jolt in surprise.
“I do need to reward her, don’t I plum?” The condescending tone he adopts when using the nickname Mitsuri gave you is devious. You don’t hate it though, not as Mitsuri releases him in favor of tormenting you now.
He drops to his chest, yanking your legs apart as Mitsuri leans over you to capture a nipple in her mouth.
“W-wait—!” Your head falls as your back arches, a warm wet tongue licking straight up your pussy as another swirls around your nipple and sucks.
You’re helpless to the pleasure and attention, drowning even. Obanai isn’t experienced, but he’s eager and observant to every twitch and moan you release. He can’t help it, licking up your dripping arousal and lavishing your clit with his tongue, moaning at your taste and his painfully hard cock. He hums in appreciation as you gasp, one finger now working you open as he licks and swirls around your hardened clit. “Obanai~” his name on your lips is a gift in itself, but he’d never tell you. Instead he slips another finger in, eyeing you from below as he sucks on your clit and works your tight cunt open with firm consistent stokes inside of you.
“Mm, look at you plum, are you feeling good?” You nod weakly, moaning as Mitsuri sucks a few marks onto your skin.
“Please, Mitsu, you too,” you jolted in pleasure as Obanai blows cool air on your pussy. Mitsuri smiles, giving you a quick kiss before shifting and swinging a leg over your face.
Obanai can only moan as he watches Mitsuri settle her own dripping cunt over your face, your lips parting to lick at her.
He’s nothing if not observant.
Your tongue swirls around her clit, as she rocks and grinds down against you, and you find Obanai copying the exact way you eat Mitsuri. When you suck her clit, he sucks yours, and when you lick and let Mitsuri ride your face, he nearly smothers himself in you.
You lose it, your end coming quickly as you hold Mitsuri’s hips as she rides and bucks against your face, her moans long and sensual. “So good sugar plum, your mouth feels so good~ how is it? Is Obanai just eating your pussy so good?” You can’t even pull away to tell them you’re coming. Only able to weakly tap Obanai’s shoulder, but with his head between your legs, he’s hardly paying attention.
You cum, body shaking and locking up as your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach snaps.
“Oh fuck,” he pulls away for a second to breathe, realizing your convulsing is your orgasm, and watching as you twist and moan into Mitsuri’s pussy. Your cunt soaking the futon beneath you as you try to scoot away from all the pleasure.
Mitsuri sits up, twisting around and settling again over you face, so she could face Obanai properly now.
“What’s wrong dear? Aren’t you going to fuck her pussy too?” He’s stunned by Mitsuri’s erotic display, pinching her breasts as she rides your face, moaning as you lick and suck greedily.
He more gentle spreading your legs wider, slotting himself in between to line his cock up with your tight entrance. He’d never admit to being nervous, but his eyes speak louder than words as they look to Mitsuri.
“Here, let me help~” she leans forward, bringing Obanai forward too with an arm around his neck while her other hand grips his cock and lined him up to your entrance again. “Now push,” she whispers, kissing his lips with so much love and encouragement, he melts. His tip breaches you, and your gasp and moan beneath Mitsuri encourages him further as he slowly lets himself sink inside.
“Ngh, shit, how are you so tight?” He’s panting when his hips finally touch your ass. His question rhetorical, as he slowly slides out, choking in pleasure as your gooey walls cling to his cock and try to deny him exit.
He sets a slow and somewhat experimental pace, grunting as you clamp down when Mitsuri teasingly twists a nipple. “So cute plum, doing so good, hah, taking his cock.” She’s close, and you can tell by how her powerful thighs lock up around your head, her weight becoming more evident as she fully relaxes. You can only grip her thighs and encourage her to let more weight rest on you. Too overwhelmed by the thick stretch and slight burn of Obanai’s cock piercing you.
It hurt but it felt good too. Especially when someone thumbs at your clit softly, rubbing and rolling it as you buck and moan back.
It’s not fast, as Mitsuri rocks her hips and Obanai thrusts into you, but the slowly building orgasm is enough to leave you light headed and struggling for sanity.
“Oh, plum I’m going to cum, hn~!” Her head thrown back and breasts bouncing, Mitsuri’s slick soaks your face as you lick and drink her down. Her skin reddened and sweaty by the passion building.
“I need to cum too,” Obanai’s moans becoming louder, his thrusts more sloppy and forceful as you get wetter and more vocal. Mitsuri comes down from her high before moving off of you, kissing Obanai before laying down beside you both to toy with your chest and kiss you. Obanai opts to grip your hips tight as he fucks you, the loud wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in driving him further as he groans. His tip repeatedly slamming into the spongey section of your cunt and driving you wild as you claw at his arms.
“s’too much! n-no m’gonna cum please, please let me, hii!” You squeal as tears falls, coming apart as Obanai meanly pinches your clit and throws you over the edge.
“Cum then, ah, fuck, m-me too!” His sweat drips down his nose and onto your chest as he watches your face, committing it to memory as your face twists in pleasure. Your cunt impossibly tight as it grips him as he finishes, pulling out just before his hot cum comes rushing.
He covers your chest and face shamelessly.
Mitsuri chuckles when a few drops hit her too, even thumbing a bit to slip into her mouth for Obanai to watch.
“Obanai, you taste sweet!”
He drops beside you, sandwiching you between him and Mitsuri. Like Mitsuri had done, he thumbs up a thick collection of his cum to press against your lips and force you to taste him. “Cute…” he mutters softly, looking more relaxed and sleepy.
You don’t fight it, sucking the appendage as moaning as you realize he really is a bit sweet, followed by somewhat salty and mildly bitter. You lazily suck his finger until he grows bored and pulls it free, wiping the saliva on your cheek and snickering when you whine.
“Happy birthday~ don’t fall asleep yet, I want to ride you next!” It’s your turn to snicker, watching the way his eyes go wide with a hint of worry and sleepiness.
He’d soon find out Mitsuri’s appetite is insatiable. You relaxed, happy to watch him get overwhelmed for now.
“Happy birthday Obanai,” you smile at him, loving how his face reddens further but he smiles back.
“Senjuro-kun!” Mitsuri was running towards the young boy sweeping the front porch, his eyes widening as he takes in the Hashira.
“Kanroji-sama, good afternoon,” he vows politely, smiling at the good natured slayer.
“What brings you here?” He asks curiously, eyeing what appeared to be a bento in her hands.
“I brought you lunch as a thank you! You really are a natural match maker you know?! It’s like love just flows so freely through you!” Her gushing attracts the attention of his older brother, who begins to open his mouth and greet his friend before he realizes what she’s gushing about.
He waits patiently until Mitsuri takes her leave, bento in his hands as he feels the looming presence of his older brother.
“Ah… I swear this time I didn’t mean to.”
“This time?”
“…” Kyojuro would need to speak with the women in their neighborhood, their gossip seemingly no good for a young boy’s ears.
#did it again Senjuro#cinnamon roll fem! dom’s drive me wild#but at what cost?#Kyojuro for sure is gonna mother hen those aunties for not filtering their words#happy birthday Obanai#I struggled to finish#I’m so dead tired today lol#rip my body#Obanai Iguro#obanai x reader x mitsuri#Obanai x you#obanai x y/n#Obanai x y/n x Mitsuri#Obanai smut#Obanai Mitsuri smut#Obanai kny#kny smut
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I’m no longer satisfied | —
with appropriate connections.
かわいいヘビ.
예쁜 뱀.
漂亮的蛇.
pretty snake.
you opened your eyes, and to your sight, nothing but a dark room is in your view. but a fire lantern is in front of your futon, you attempt to roll over but someone is beside you.
“w-who…” the man said quietly. the man rolled over into your arms, opening his eyes. “y/n…? why a-are you in my chambers!?” he asked with an alarmed tone. you grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to you, smiling softly. “iguro, don’t move…” you said softly, and he widened his eyes. “my face covering isn’t o-on..I’m afraid you’ll-” you shushed him, kissing his neck gently “your beautiful iguro.”
he whined at the praise, getting too weak to attempt to escape your arms. he let out a small moan as you began to suck on his neck, holding his hips tighter. “w-wait…! my neck is sensitive…~!” you growled in his ear, forcing him raise his head up. “tell me your pretty and I’ll stop.” he whimpered at the word, ‘pretty’.
“but I’m n-not, I’m horrid…” he said in the softest tone ever. your hand trailed down and into his shorts, slowly rubbing on his plump ass. “you’re asking to be punished at this rate aren’t you? your not horrid, your beautiful and alluring.” you slid a finger inside him, slowly curling it up and around. “I’ll be gentle, but as long as you don’t call yourself pretty, we’ll be doing this all morning.” he moaned rigidly, gripping softly onto the comforter.
“what if I —don’t want this to end…?”
#anime and manga#male reader#fem reader#gn reader#merakicard#sub demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba iguro#obanai iguro#kny iguro#demon slayer iguro#obanai x reader#sub kny#kny x reader#kny smut#praise k!nk
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Hi I was wondering if you could make a demon slayer Hashira how they would react to reader with raven (Rachel Roth) powers?
Hashiras react to a reader with Raven Powers
A/N: I just opened my profile now, I just saw this, sorry it took me so long to do this
Warnings: English Errors, Sanemi, Gyomei, Uzui (I don't write for them), Rengoku (I'm out of ideas)are not included, Gn Reader??
Shinobu Kocho
You can't hide it her, she will literally look you in the eye deep in your soul because she knows you're hiding something.
She will always look at you like that, making you uncomfortable until you tell her, She won't be surprised when you tell about your powers, she'll just look at you with a "it's okay" look.
Eventually, he'll ask for a sample of your cells to find out what's "special" about you.
Mitsuri Kanroji
She will show admiration by saying that was born with an incredible gift.
She already admired you before, now she admires you more, eventually if someone talks badly about you calling you a "monster" she will scold you, she doesn't want you to go through the same thing she went through
If you do missions together, in the middle of fights she will end up getting distracted by seeing your magic
Giyuu Tomioka
"Ok" that's his reaction, he was surprised but doesn't seem to show it he said "You were born with something special, if you were born with a gift you need to strengthen it, right?"
It doesn't matter, it didn't affect your relationship.
Muichiro Tokito
He isn't surprised when he finds out you couldn't even wield a nichirim blade.
Eventually, if he ends up seeing objects floating by dark magic, he'll think he's a demon.
When he realizes it's you, he scolds you saying you shouldn't use your powers for your own good.
Obanai Iguro
Asks a bunch of useless questions about your powers.
Him seems interested, if you tease him about it he will retaliate with sarcasm.
Eventually he just watches you and fixes it in his mind away from you.
#demon slayer x reader#headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba#gn reader#female reader#fem reader#male reader#muichiro x reader#shinobu x reader#mitsuri x reader#obanai iguro#giyuu tomioka#hashiras#headcannons
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ion see too many x blackreader for obanai and it don’t sit well with me soo…
Obanai who canonically hates the way he looks, is afraid he’s going to scare you off, but when you’re on top of him basically flooding his torso with your thick brown thighs while slowly sliding off his mask, making him tense up and you’re rocking onto him slowly, a hand pushing his black tresses away from his face carefully tracing over his scar as your other hand pulls him to a sitting up position and he hugs your waist tightly, putting his head in the crease of your neck as if to say ‘don’t leave me after this’ and you kiss the top of his hair, holding his cheeks in both hands steadily lifting his face to study his eyes, he can tell from the adoration in your eyes that you’re not the tiniest bit disgusted.
“You look soo pretty Obi~ My favorite boy always covering is pretty face~” His face flushed, eyes welling up with tears, glancing in another direction as your thumbs wipes away the strays that fell on the apple of his cheeks. A faint whine fell from his swollen lips as you felt him throb inside of you throwing your hands around his neck leaning into him pressing kisses cautiously on the scar on one side of his face then the other before letting your lips meet together in the middle.
“My poor Obi~ like it when I call you my pretty boy hmm~?” He pulses once again moving his head to the side trying to hide the quiet moan that escaped from his lips.
And he’ll let his guard down just a little knowing that you’d continue to stay with him by his side, even after seeing his face and he feels the love reverberating off of your person as he thinks ‘maybe it’s alright if he allows you to.’
𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅
#city.writes#black writers#black reader#x black reader#black fem reader#x black fem reader#black yn#personal headcanon#demon slayer#obanai x black!reader#obanai is soo pretty y’all don’t understand 🥲#some obanai comfort n slight 🤏🏾 smut
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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬! ― 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
includes ;; obanai iguro x gn!reader
synopsis ;; a mix of birthday related shenanigans + and relationship imagines with our favorite boy ♡
content ;; Slight MANGA SPOILERS included at the end of the chapter! (They are labeled dw!) fluff, bit of angst from iguro, tons of fun
a/n ;; thankfully completed these on his b-day! hope you all like these! (forgive me if i update these later! love yall!)
hates his birthday- completely. utterly.
always forgets its his birthday, and not even on purpose.
doesn't like surprise parties or big celebrations. (hates, is a better word) they make him uneasy and so uncomfortable.
if he hears a rumor going around that someone is planning something for him : he will simply not show up. (and no, you are no exception so don't get your hopes up)
if anything: he'd allow something small- it'd be strictly un-birthday related, and between you and him.
and you know what? everyone being so silly and loud towards him today actually makes him laugh (he pretends he was coughing)
but other people also like to acknowledge him on a particular september day by bringing him gifts and wishing him well through cards or letters!
again, he doesn't see the point, but now he has all this stuff so. . .
but like i said, it doesn't stop others from getting him stuff! ( us included amirite guys? )
THE HASHIRA are among those who's gifts he'd even slightly acknowledge.
doesn't open them, with the exception of some gifts (yours included), but lets the others sit forgotten for awhile.
( like giyuu or tanjiro's gifts would physically start collecting dust )
but. . . he thinks of those little tokens for a while, and after a month or two he'll come back to them and let his curiosity take over.
Uzui gives him the most gaudy un-useful thing in the world. Mitsuri would gift him something she made (like food) and you know obanai would choke it all down even if he wasn't even hungry. Rengoku is actually one of the few that respect Obanai's wishes, and instead of getting him anything, he hunts him down and wishes him well in person (very loudly)!
kaburamaru (his snake) comforts him by coiling around his shoulders a little tighter, messing up obanai's hair if he feels his master is being a little too unfair to people today
silently loves the letters and cards he gets.
the first crows to bring them on his birthday actually get him thinking. . . maybe its not too bad. then he's a little flattered someone actually went out of their way to acknowledge him.
keeps the specials ones tucked into his haori. and the words really stick to him.
in some scenarios: he'd use his birthday as an excuse to get away with somethings.
(i personally could imagine him stretching this out to dangerous levels. what could birthday privilege really get him? he'd like to find out)
from then on is scheming.
like how many times could he ask for a birthday kiss before you're straight up sick of him? (this man is about to find out the exact answer)
❛ you said it yourself, its my birthday. i can do whatever i want❜
or
❛ i don't have to, its my birthday❜
His thoughts on:
Balloons? When they pop they scare kaburamaru (and he thinks they're too silly and childish) So. . . yeah. . . no.
Cake? Prefers savory things and typically won't waste his appetite.
Gifts? Don't waste your time or money.
but really, he does treasure the things he's given, especially when its meaningful or truly heartfelt.
BELOW THE CUT: slight manga spoilers
birthday stuff included- he basically despises the idea of being celebrated
especially if its because of his birth.
because of his family, it literally becomes a day of horrible reminders.
and honestly, the combination of his birthday, and all these people coming up to him, and all these gifts both overwhelm him with thoughts of his family and distract him from it.
would definitely have a good, unbothered, godly sleep at the end of the day. he can just get over his birthday and be at peace for a bit.
but. . . you, mitsuri, the other hashira. . . he thanks you all silently for being there. for him.
needs to lay with you for a long while.
even if it is his birthday, he'd prefer and prioritize you above all else.
#kny#demon slayer#imagines#kimetsu no yaiba#x reader#fluff#headcanon#reader insert#headcannons#birthday#bday#kny obanai#obanai iguro#x y/n#x you#obanai x reader#x female reader#x fem!reader#x male reader#x male!reader#x gn reader#oh boy these took a second#had to INSTANTLY edit these#:) hehe
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Hi! I just finished reading that one Obanai boyfriend headcannons u wrote and ITS SO GOOD AND IM DYING FOR MORE. May I request a short or long shower sex fic for Obanai (KNY)? If you don’t want to or don’t get to it then that’s okay! tysm for ur time ☺️
Me upon reading the request: oh, i could write a little something.
Me after finishing it: what have i done. 🫣
Allow Me
Word Count: 4292
Setting: Obanai Iguro x fem!reader [reader is a slayer]
Content Warning(s): NSFW, MDNI, reader is fem! Depictions of fem!anatomy, pwp, fem!receiving, penetration
Summary: a midnight shower exposes more than just the night air, meets the cry of words neither dare usher in the light of day.
A/N: there was no gender attached to the request, so I defaulted to fem!anatomy, I hope that this is okay, and if it’s not, please feel free to send another request/or let me know, I can update the fic to the proper alignment <3 I also researched when showers became common place in Japan to strive for historical accuracy within my means.
The stench was nauseating, the splatter of blood both the Snake Hashiras, and your own smeared across your uniform was enough to churn your stomach. Shutter away the locals who stumbled in their attempts to flee upon witnessing the state of the two of you. Though you attempted to reassure yourself, and your superior that the civilian fear was reasonable, Japan had a rather bloody past for the innocent, the depths of your stomach was far too aware of how repulsive your image was amongst the late hours. Gore and minor entrails that coated his haori when Iguro elected to shield you from a powerful strike, his blow slicing the creature from the high of its clavicle to the bellow of its belly. Stomach bile composed of the usual acid, and questionable contents of dismembered victims coated the dagger wielder. The opening he provided you with an opportunity of your own to decapitate the demon seized, but at the risk of your own clothing bearing the marks of battle. Dared not touch upon your cheeks, the stiff dry collagen growing your anxieties, the cut of the Hashira’s already sharp, heterochromatic eyes met upon the drape of the sweet Kaburamaru who greeted the passerby in innocence. Well, you understood their terror, and could not fault them for their tremors. An odd pair amongst the daylight, you could only imagine what yokai your phantom states had incurred within their minds, nor the nightmares tales that would bind to the local folklore in the days to pass. The mere thought of the townsfolk uttering whispers of a rogue Uwabami that claimed a human form shattered your thought and left you peeking at the man before you. Never daring to admit you had noticed the anxiety their passing accusations had inflicted upon the Snake breather.
The quiet steadfast nature of your superior ushering forward. He had only offered a passing information, shared of a local sento operated by a retiree of the Demon Corps, catching the near hiss of a tremor in his voice as he attempted to reassure you that you would have the opportunity to right yourself. Your clear unease had drawn his attention, masking as an observation. If only they knew how sweet he could be, as he stated the two of you would use this opportunity to make yourselves more presentable. Aware that only the questionable innkeeper would accept you in this current predicament, the softness of his voice slipped his attention as you trudged behind him. Allowing your crow to send word of your arrival in advance under his instruction. Your eyes left only to wonder his back with each step as you followed along. Urging yourself to remember that your position was one of a Kinoe dutifully following their superior, not one of lovers in a stroll beneath the moonlight. Chastised yourself, the reek of gore should have served enough of a reminder, but at times such as these… you found your mind had a way of wondering.
The sento in all its accommodations had been more than you had ever expected, not that you had ever considered the Master’s family of abandoning those who left their service. The Ubuyashiki clan was known to take great care of its retirees, but it had never occurred to you that their wealth would extend so far, nor so thoughtfully. The entrance in itself was miraculous, traditional furnishings that greeted the clouds, as if daring them to part at the point of the building. Rich colors, and natural ambience a welcome amongst the quiet of the area. Extravagant in a way that felt almost natural, comforting. Whispers of old wealth that did not flaunt its standing, but rather welcomed visitors, but it was the entrance that solidified the comfort of your body. Polished wood floors glistened beneath the soft glow of lighting. Immaculately maintained, fresh scents of soap that warmed your scents, and tantalized your pores. The greeting of warm air shooing away the chill of the night from your bones. Heightened senses that questioned whether you were allowing yourself too much comfort, only reassured at the way Kaburamaru nuzzled into his master’s neck. The tip of his nostrils warm and savoring the safety of the environment, allowing himself to rest into Iguro’s presence. The fondness evident, despite the wariness of Iguro’s stance bearing ill ease, the curiosity only explained upon the descent of the proprietress. The discomfort evident in the rigid portion of his body, as if willing himself to appear smaller and distance himself from her knowing gaze.
Rouge painted on the high of her lips, adept at application and hinting at seduction. Cat like eyes that greeted him with a knowing tease as the touch of a pipe that greeted the decorum of her lips. Parting in only a smile. The weight of her kimono nearing lavish levels, fold after fold of silken robes that met at the band at her hips. Parted only revealing that the state of her night. “I had never imagined the day in which you would seek my services,” her voice immodest at the implications. Chastising yourself for allowing your thoughts to wonder, the bundle of nerves at your stomach taking root. Services? The blush touching upon your features as you bid yourself to hide behind the Hashira’s shoulder as her eyes caught against you teasingly. “But I suppose, there is a first time for everything. But I’m afraid, my accommodations are limited to hours, and you will find no kakushi at your disposal tonight.” Each step falling into a sway of her hips, her enclosing proximities resulting in the arch of Obanai’s shoulders. Perfume that tainted the air accompanied by the tench of tobacco fended off by the touch of eucalyptus. The rare blush of the black and white haori that fluttered against your nose, the Hashira’s pose having drawn almost protective. Ah no, wishful thinking, but you could not deny how the man ahd posed himself between yourself and the older woman, who dared to tread into his vicinity. Close enough that you could see the hidden depths of scars that caught at the end of her jaw, littered down her neck and met at her breast. An old scar that revealed deep wounds, and perhaps the very reason she had retired. The brush of caloused fingers that slipped from his sleeves, ushering you from her gaze as his own eyes met her dead on. “Mmm,” the older woman cooed, the last lingering touch of her curiosity daring to trace your features before allowing the slip of her reddish, pink long nails cat like in their carress as they met at Obanai’s chin pulling his gaze to her own. Beckoning his attention, and the pull of your eyebrows as your eyes met the floor. Services. the depths of her words bearing a significance you had prayed to be a jump of conclusions on your part. Only soothed by the snatch of his hand, yanking her touch from his features.
“We just need the baths,” Iguro hissed beneath his teeth, and yet for all his agitation, Kaburamaru did not consider stirring. Rather, the reptile appeared almost frustrated at the way his master swayed beneath him. Only allowing the fluster of the pit of your stomach to kidnap your thoughts. Anxiety bubbling, whispering intrusive thoughts, allowing yourself to doubt the depths of their relationship. Scorned lover? H-had this woman hurt him in some way? The relaxed position of the snake snubbed the thought, N-no, perhaps… bedmates? Oh gods above, had be brought you to a secret tryst?
The tilt of her head, unbothered by his callous roughness baring no discontent, nor disappointment. Rather her eyes once again wondered to your own, as if daring you to inquire upon the nature of their relationship. Not doing that, all too aware that… you were not up for it. It had been such a long night, not now. “Very well, but I’m afraid, I have only one set at my disposal. Ah, don’t look so frustrated, Obachi.” Far too distracted with the clench of your own jaw to notice the lethal expression Iguro bore. “mmm, the facilities are more than accommodating. You needn’t worry about running into one another should you not wonder. That is, unless perhaps you desire companionship?”
“I am not in the mood, old hag.”
“Mmmm, I suppose with the current circumstances, you wouldn’t be,” she sighed. Withdrawing her touch from his own, a small puff as though some part of her was disappointed that he would not engage in some oddity of bant. Foreplay you couldn’t understand for the life of you before the proprietress dismissed you, bidding you a goodnight and farewell should your paths not cross once more.
No matte how much you mulled the situation over and over again, you could not escape the sinking feeling that Obanc--- Mr. Iguro and the retiree Hashira knew one another. Though the Snake Hashira seemed as unfamiliar with his surroundings as yourself, his sense of direction swayed and corrected at his own minor expense. The proprietress teased at the mishap of his directions before setting him on the path. Cooing taunts of whether the two of you would perhaps meet by chance—or mistake. The small press of a bottle pressed into the palm of your hand as the Hashira efuted adamantly before Iguro led the way to the baths. Yet despite the intent of the walls, he had barricaded between the two, the way she touched him without hesitation would not leave your thoughts, dared his temper where others--- well even you at one time flinched from the edge of his gaze. Completely unaware of how sweet he was beneath the surface, the way he had defended you in the depths of battle with little care for his own wellbeing etched upon your surface. The tender way he had evaluated your silhouette, inquiring if you had any wounds once victory had been achieved. The small way he shivered from your own investigation, insisting you need not waste the time, the hidden implication that he did not wish to be a hinderance to your own needs. Willing to shoulder whatever burden his wounds had—the small smile that had formed beneath the wind of wrappings at the high of his cheeks, the small shadow of affection, or what you had allowed yourself to believe was affection clinging to your thoughts. The small murmurs of his support shied away from prying ears. Intended for yours alone, the depths of small gestures throughout how long you had known the man had long since bubbled, cultivated into something more than the admiration you so often safeguarded against your peers.
Small puffs of steam rolled from your shoulders. The warm steam utilized by an seeable boiler room, and allocated by an extravagant overhead—shower? A lavish accommodation unique to this sento as far as you knew, the expansion of the west having offered the country new devices than one had suspected. Though you had of such inventions being introduced upon your travels near the foreign port docks, it was the first time you had the opportunity to not only witness one in person, but to enjoy its benefits. Warm fresh water, fueled from boilers that forced out a suitable strength of a stream as though you were under the protection of a small waterfall that bared only the necessary strength to free you of gore and fatigue. Soothed across your back, and met at the dip of your neck. The small memory of how his hand had grazed at your hip to push you behind his shoulder as though shielding you from prying eyes. The small bottle the proprietress had forced into your hands slipping through the Snake Hashira’s noticed faintly peeking at you from its position by the shampoo bottle. The height of your cheeks, aware of what she had tactfully implied, urging self-care. The shift of your eyes, nervous to make eye contact with it before allowing your fingers to lather the soap between the strands of hair. Attempting to scrub the indecent fantasies from your mind. The glow of mixed matched eyes as luminescent of the night sky, one reminiscent of the glow of a full moon, another urethral of galaxies cloaked in midnight clouds. The tender of his touch linger upon your hip, as your hands betrayed your own conscious. Wandered amongst the heat of the shower. Cooed against the folds of flesh. The absence of company leaving the graze of your fingers to wander. Carress in places you dare not admit. Allowing yourself to dilute daydreams. Teased on the thought of if only it were his hands that cupped your breast so, explored the dips of your silhouette. The buck of your hips, sensitive, and aching for a touch that had not come. Yearned for throughout the years of service, subtle touches shared between the two of you, that always escaped fruition. Circular patterns, massaged in ways you had only teased before, submitting against a fantasy, urgently greeting your vulva. The stroke of a rogue finger that dared to part your labia, slick against your own need. Unable to qual the cries that spilled between your lips.
He hated this place. Everything smelled of expensive bath salts, of fragrances that reeked of perfumes, and reminiscent of the damned red-light district. The scent more than enough to leave him with a throbbing headache, his condition only furthered by the damn proprietress. Her age, and retirement had clearly left her with more time to stick her nose in other people’s business, lend her tongue to the occasional gossip. His barbed remarks having only likely confirmed whatever suspicions Rengoku’s casual banter had insighted within her and set him uneasy with the flirtatious manner she had appraised [LN] in, shameless old hag. The cloth at his side having erased the symptoms of the day’s scurry from his features; Kaburamaru’s contentment evident as he curled leasiurely into the bucket at his own bathing station. The faint traces Obanai’s impaired vision could make out depicting the comfort the soak provided the reptile, eliciting a small smile upon his exposed features. The bandages free from his face, allowing him the rare opportunity to breath amongst the steam. Dared to allow himself to relax, and his mind to wander. The distant thought if perhaps, [LN] was enjoying the bath as much as he had hoped she would—the clear discomfort on her face had pained him, forced his hand. Any other night, he would have accommodated his predicament with a dip in the waterfall, but such arrangements with a female companion would have been.. compromising. For more than just the chill of the season, but rather, ah the thought was enough to bear frustration. Bathing in the mountains would only leave himself exposed, struggle to juggle his own buried desires. To peak upon her soft skin, bathed in the glow of the moonlight, the curl of water at her breast, the mere passing thought enough to result in his own body betraying him and the needy twitch of his dick that met the bath cloth with annoyance. Leaving him with only a growl Kaburamaru opted to ignore, and the rub of his fingers at his brow, pondering how he would work out the sleeping arrangement at a local inn on such short notice… The old hag had likely used her social skills to close off an double room options for him, probably cackling in her private room at the thought of his struggling his way through this situation. Steeling himself for the inevitable slumber in a tree, prepared to leave Kaburamaru at her side, if need be, debating how he would approach the situation. [YN] had been… observant as of late, and the small part of him worried she was beginning to peak beneath the veil curtain he had constructed between the two of them. His tainted existence baring remanence of a painful past as his hands found the cloth. Doing his best to neglect the growing erection and ensure that his body was free of what he could espionage from his soul. Not much at this rate, the cluster of his muddled thoughts only broken by the agony that broke through the showers. [YN]’s voice a near shattered desperate plea that cried out for his name. The stutter of his senses, alert and posing. The fling of a towel at his hip in his panic, abandoned Kaburamaru, who could do little more than lazily peek from his bucket as his master dashed down the siding.
The panic of her bated breath drew his concern, fears circulating through him. The demon they had faced off—it had threatened company. Disposed a hiss of information, flurried excuses Iguro had assumed before allowing YN to dispose of it. Shit, if it had been true—the Hashira had merely led it to this secret establishment, and left you to be stalked in the dead of the night with no weapon at your side left at the entrance at that damn old hag’s insistence. The rage of his prayers uttered into his brain as his feet met the flooring, insistent on arriving in the nick of time. Praying the gods that he would make it, to procure your safe--.
The rock of your hips met the high of your hands. Ass cupped to the stool that met the sway of your hip. The reliability of its construction struggling at the cock of your head, relaxed as you allowed the warm of the water to blossom over your breast buds. The heave of your chest, as another cry spewed from your lips. The lather of bubbles that claimed small features, and even despite how difficult the steam of the room had made it to see, his eyes fell to the part of your legs, delving deeper with each caress. Tantalizing, wandering, demanding release with each moment. Completely oblivious to his intrusion upon such a intimate moment, or the way the towel at his own hip struggled to bear back his own desires. The shift of its fabric murmuring against his cock in unison with the spill of babble. A mixture of guilt upon having wandered into you, the small part of him that could justify seeing such a lovely sight brought on by a genuine need to run to your assistance. To give you assistance. The catch of his breath, chastising and doing his best to maintain his sensibility, combating away all thoughts of what if—you were to allow him to—he should leave. He knows this. The frays of Iguro’s consciousness clung onto with his bare nails as he urged his footing to retreat. Slowly? N-no, he needed out of here. Before y-you saw him of course. Before he divulged himself to fantasies. His nails slipping across the cloth at his hip, as his jaw clenched with each step away. The small spew of your cries, drawing the height of his erection. Near weeping against what little coverage the towelette allowed him. “O-obaanaiiii,” desperate moan of guilt that caught his heart. Shattered his will, and forced his ogle over the paleness of his shoulder. Tangled in your gaze, the height of your cheeks blossomed into delicate waves of red. Ushered against the heat of the shower, and perhaps the small touches of humiliation from having been caught by the object of your affections in such a compromising state. Rather, it was likely the shameless need that had caught at the hitch of your hips. The press of your finger, firm and commanding the tip of your clit into place. Circular motions that captivated his mix-matched eyes, horrified to discover he could no longer will himself to leave. Or control the steps his bare feet betrayed him. Elicited by the command of his name, your desperate plea for his attention allocating you more power than you could ever realize. A worship prayer as another finger inserted into the dip of your entrance and urged his involvement. A request he could not deny even if his thoughts still remained, a phantom he had left at the doorway, he understood.
Unable to seize control of himself, Obanai’s fingers quick to wander amongst the lather state of your body. Delighting in the sensitivity of your nips. The dip of your hip beneath his fingers, the eagerness of your breast to meet his gentle nips. The urgency of your fingers, unable to part with your eager heat, rather edged on with the draping of his kisses. A trail of poetry that he weaved upon your skin. The flick of his tongue, your free hand traced upon his scars. Delicate in the way you dared to meet his eyes, his eagerness to serve. Fragile as his gaze, as gentle as the scent of water lilies that clung to his scent, the blush that painted his features as his teeth tenderly grazed against your hip bone. Adoration dedicated to discovering sanctuary in your flesh. Recanting love, of poetry and desire at the parting of your hips. Finding companionship with the shake of your fingers, a third daring to greet his tongue. Traced letters of words he dare never say aloud to you, the wind of his hands allowing him to dig deeper into your core. Hands that dared to pinion you to seat, firm beneath his desires. Eager to hear your cries as he dared to delve deeper, the small growl at the stray stroke of your fingers to dared to interrupt his worship. His cock dripping in unison with your pleas. The warmth of the water breaking the coo of your cries. Only interrupted by the hand that caught at his hair. The small scathe of your nails against his scalp, beckoning his gaze to fall upon your heaved rocking, the haughty pull of your gaze. The gentle press of your hand urging his direction. No needs for words between the two of you. There never was, as your guidance met his heart. Daring him to pull him to your feet.
The lube at your disposal. Quick to administered in your greed, unwilling to wait a moment longer as they fumbled for control. Desperate as the cock that met at your hips. Whispered praise amongst your flesh, small nips here and there, massaged lathered that traced forbidden affections into your flesh. His nose pressed against the back of your neck, the scent of eucalyptus nearly intoxicating, robbing you of what little concentration you could muster at the work of his fingers. As beautifully crafted as any paint stroke amongst calligraphy, your body his parchment to utter haikus of sex and desire. Shuddered at the gentle trace upon your upper thigh. The small husky state of his voice indicative of his own heart, as he whispered, “allow me,” into the nap of your neck. Drawled across your ears as his hand found the bottle his hand needing no guidance to pop it open. To ease it’s assistance against your growing desperation. Met at the eager tip of your ass against his cock, the small cry of desperation leaving little for misunderstanding with your own pining a you arched your back as much as possible. A sight for him to behold, the small stroke of his own cock, the arche of your ass. The near dripping of your own desires, and desperation as your eyes peered over your shoulder at the state of him. Begging for his touch, yearned to be filled to the brim with his cock. The incomprehensible whimper as the tip of his dick aligned with your entrance. The small pressure of merely his head daring to accept your embrace eliciting a sigh that robbed him of his pace. Slipped him of his thoughts, and drowned him in the depths of his own longing. The force enough to elicit a slight hitch of a scream that resonated in pleasure. Eager to meet his thrust. To sheath your self against him time and time again. The pull of your folds maddening, clenched around him and threatened to rob him of all that he was, drawing out the smallest of breath moans he would shoulder the shame of in the morning as it met your near screams of ecstasy. Words that threatened to spill from your lips, daring to reveal the both of you to the pining of mutual hearts intertwined, as quick to wrap him in your devotion as his hand threaded around the high of your hips. Quick to captivate the press of your clit between his fingers. Motions nearly falling out of stride with each stroke, one hand to press you into him, unable to allow your sex to part from him, while the other drew affectionate strokes against your click, hammered into the state of babbles that cooed his affections, ensuring that you would not part from him. Nor did he want you to regardless of what brink of madness nor frustrations met you, he only wish you would allow him to savor your suffering a little more. If it should mean that you would allow him to stay as you are.
For just a little longer.
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FOX'S WEDDING, PART 6
KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER
Summary: You, Kyojuro, and Senjuro go out to a Zoo and you meet a grumpy Lizardman. Things happen.
Warnings: Kissing
A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Lizardman Iguro, Monster Musume!AU
PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19
The next day came so slowly, it felt like you were waiting for your date with Kyojuro forever. You could barely sleep that night because you were busy thinking about all the different places you could go during your date.
As you woke up, you felt tired because of lack of proper sleep, but you were also giddy because of the idea of going out with your fiance.
Kyojuro had given you free hands so it was up to you what the two of you would be doing and what time. You wondered if you should get something to eat, but you were a little worried about your fiance's habit of shouting TASTY after each bite of food he took.
Not that you minded, you had grown used to this habit of his, but you were pretty sure that what the other people would think about it. You usually didn't care that much about some random strangers' opinions on things, and you were pretty sure that Kyojuro himself didn't care either, but you wanted this to be a fun experience for him.
Movies? What there was even coming… Maybe some action movie? You hummed thoughtfully as you picked up your phone from the bedside table and used it to check upcoming movies.
…Nothing that looked interesting. You frowned, how could there be nothing interesting in cinemas? Plan B, move along and try to come up with an idea for the date.
Dinner by candlelight? No, he would no doubt shout and you two would get kicked out of the restaurant and you didn't want that to happen. Also, wouldn't it be a little too intimate for your first date?
A zoo? Ooh, wait, you could totally go to the zoo!
…But the more you thought about it, you thought that Senjuro would probably also enjoy visiting a zoo and seeing all kinds of different animals. You wanted to include Senjuro, you really did, but shouldn't your first date with Kyojuro be with just the two of you?
You stared at your phone as you thought about what you should do until you snapped, grabbed a pillow, and screamed against it. Fuck it, you liked Senjuro so he could come also! You just had to ask!
With that in your mind, you got up and put on some slacks and a shirt and made your way downstairs to get the breakfast started… But as you walked the stairs down, you could smell food being cooked. You were confused and made your way to the kitchen where you saw the younger Kitsune cooking breakfast.
"Senjuro?"
The young boy flinched and turned to look at you, but seeing that it was just you he relaxed and smiled, "Oh, big sis! You nearly gave me a fright."
"I'm sorry," You nodded and then looked at the table that was already filled with different breakfast dishes. You blinked before looking at the young fox, "Did you make all this?"
"Yes, I hope you don't mind. I woke up and wanted to be useful somehow," He nodded as he moved the skillet in his hands and cut equal parts of scrambled eggs on three plates.
"I don't mind, but you are a young man, you shouldn't worry about housekeeping as I should." You replied and Senjuro looked at you, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you…"
"N- no, nothing like that!" You quickly shook your head, "I was just worried!"
"Oh, you could never offend me! I enjoy being helpful." He smiled and you had to control your instincts that were telling you to call him cute and hug him.
"You are too pure for this world Senjuro." You said instead and the young boy smiled happily at your sweet words. Suddenly you heard steps coming from behind you and you turned around just in time to see Kyojuro step into the kitchen.
"Good morning!" Your fiance greeted you and his brother happily before looking at the table filled with food. "Did my loving bride do all this?"
"No, but your loving little brother did." You said and Kyojuro smiled brightly as he walked to his younger brother and petted his head, minding his fox ears. "Wonderful Senjuro! You are better at cooking than me!"
"Or me." You added with a small smile and the young fox blushed, "T- thank you, but I'm not that good yet!"
"We will be the judges of that." You said and all three of you took seats and started to enjoy the breakfast that Senjuro made. You could feel your eyes widen, the scrambled eggs were so fluffy and well-seasoned, they were just perfect.
"TASTY!" Kyojuro shouted and you nodded alongside him, "This is really good Senjuro! Way better than the eggs I make!"
"I will happily eat my brother's or my bride's food!" Your fiance shouted.
"T- thank you, I looked up some recipes from the internet with my computer." The young fox said as he blushed a little. You swallowed the mouthful you had and smiled at him, "I'm happy you are using your computer also. You learned really quickly how to use the electronics."
You could feel someone looking at you and you turned to see Kyojuro staring at you. You grinned, "You too Kyojuro. I'm proud of how quickly the two of you learned!"
"Thank you!" Both brothers thanked you and you smiled. That is when you remembered that you had a plan for your date.
"Kyojuro?" You asked and the older fox turned to look at you, "Yes, my Hime?"
"It's about our date today…" You started, "I was wondering if you would like to visit the city's zoo?"
"Zoo?" The foxes glanced at each other and you smiled, "It's a place where you can admire different wild animals around the world."
"That sounds like fun!" Kyojuro nodded and you smiled, "That's the thing. I wanted to ask if it's okay for your brother if you come with us?"
"Me?" Senjuro blinked in shock, "You want to take me on your date?"
"Only if you want to come and it's alright with your brother?" You asked as you glanced at your fiance.
"Hm!" Kyojuro nodded with a wide smile, "I like that idea!"
"It does sound like fun! But…" Senjuro looked down sadly and you frowned in worry, "But?"
"I… I don't want to intrude on your two's special time with each other." He finally said, "The two of you should spend time alone without me being a third wheel."
"You aren't a third wheel! You are my dear little brother!" Kyojuro suddenly shouted and you nodded alongside him, "If I didn't want you to come I wouldn't have asked you to. You can come or stay, but it's your decision."
Senjuro thoughtfully looked down at his plate of eggs and after waiting for half a minute, he glanced at you shyly, "Then… Can I come with you?"
You and Kyojuro smiled happily, "Of course!"
The three of you finished your breakfast and went to dress up for your trip to the zoo. Since it was going to be pretty hot, you all dressed lightly.
You chose to wear this beautiful long red floral dress with yellow flowers on it. You had found that beauty in a second-hand store, but you knew that wouldn't matter because it was a pretty dress, no matter where it came from.
Kyojuro and Senjuro both put on capri pants and T-shirts, the older fox having something written in Kanji on his shirt and the younger one having a cute little cartoon chibi flame on his. Since it was promised to be sunny, you made sure to take something cold to drink, such as a bottle of water and one bottle of Cola. After that, you were ready.
The trip to the zoo wasn't that awful, but you could tell that people were looking at you and the brothers. Probably because of their good looks… And fox's ears and multiple tails, but they seemed completely ignorant to the looks you were getting so you chose to ignore the looks also.
Since you were there early in the morning, the lines to the zoo weren't that awful. You used the debit card Mister Smith had given to you to pay for the three of your tickets inside.
The brothers were in complete awe when they looked around the place, big cats being the first thing the visitors saw when they entered the zoo. The three of you went to look at the lions and tigers they had behind huge glass walls and bars. Senjuro was in awe when he saw the huge cats and you were also impressed by them.
That was when you couldn't help but notice that the workers around the zoo all appeared to be some sort of demihumans or such.
"Kyojuro, can you wait here a second? I'll go and ask something from that mouse person there?" You asked and the man nodded, "Go ahead, we will wait for you here!"
"Thank you!" You smiled and quickly caught up with this small woman with mouse ears and a tail.
"Excuse me?" You asked and the woman turned to look at you, "Yes?"
"I couldn't help but notice that there are many demihumans working here?"
"Oh, yes, you see, the zoo itself is pretty new and the owner is a demihuman themself and wanted to employ people like them in here." The mouse woman told you and you nodded, "I see! Thank you so much for the info!"
"Thank you for asking, we are here to guide you, visitors." She smiled back at you and you returned back to the fox brothers who looked at you.
"You're back!" Kyojuro smiled, "You weren't gone for long!"
"What did you talk about?" Senjuro asked and you smiled as you explained to them how the zoo employed demihumans. The two of them were in awe, "That is great!"
"Yes! I'm excited to see both animals and different demihumans!" Now you were really excited. The animals were nice, sure, but the demihumans were also fascinating because Kyojuro and Senjuro were the ones also. If you got to know more demihumans, would you learn more about the fox brothers?
You and the brothers kept exploring the zoo and animals and as you did, slowly, but surely, the zoo was getting more and more visitors and you noticed that your fiance and his brother were also getting more and more attention.
"Ugh, honestly…" You groaned as you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, "I feel like such a bag of potatoes when I'm standing next to you guys."
"What do you mean, my bride?" Kyojuro asked and you glanced at him, but he genuinely didn't know what you meant by saying that. You smiled, he was just too kind and pure, just like his little brother was.
"Nothing, sorry." You smiled and the brothers were confused, but they didn't pry any further. As you explored, you saw different kinds of demihumans such as minotaurs, couple centaurs, catgirls, and many more.
You and the brothers were so engaged with the animals and demihumans that you all lost track of time. You felt so bad, you had missed lunch and the clock was getting closer to 3pm. You were hungry, yes, but you couldn't even begin to wonder how hungry the Kitsunes were.
That's when the Gods blessed you three as you made it to the food court. There were different kinds of foods, anything for anyone really. You glanced at the brothers and you could almost see drool leaking from their mouths and you were reminded of the first time you three ate burgers the day you met.
"Would you like to eat?" You asked, even if you already knew the answer. The brothers nodded eagerly and the three of you gathered almost everything on your plates. While you enjoyed a pulled pork hamburger with fries, Senjuro was enjoying the same as you were except he chose pulled chicken and Kyojuro? He was having the whole menu.
You were thankful that you had taken Senjuro with you because he was able to cast the silent spell so only you and he could hear his older brother shouting TASTY with each bite he took.
Finally, after eating for an hour, the three of you were on went to check the other attractions that the zoo had. That's when you noticed something that made you really excited.
"Ooh, there is a reptile house!" You awed as you pointed forward at the building with a glass ceiling, "Can we go there next?"
"Of course!" Both Kyojuro and Senjuro said and you cheered quietly, excited to see some reptiles like snakes and froggies and such. The three of you entered the house and you were immediately hit by this hot humid air, that was perfect for reptiles.
You watched in awe how these bright little frogs inhabited a terrarium, long and beautiful pythons enjoyed the warm light, turtles rested in the water and so many other reptiles that lived in the humid building.
"Snakes are just so cute…!" You whispered excitedly as you watched a bright green python yawn.
"You talking by yourself…? Talk about creepy…"
You yelped, jumping a little in fright before turning to look at who had spoken to you. You blinked, as your brains registered this young man standing there before you, with a white face mask over his lower face.
You were almost mesmerized by his heterochromatic split eyes, the left one being turquoise and the right one being yellow, but his skin was so pale, save for the dark hair, scaly hands, and scales that covered the sides of his face and long lizard's tail.
Ooh, he was a Lizardman! You smiled at him, but you didn't get to say anything before he squinted his eyes at you, "It's rude to stare."
"Ah, I'm sorry-!" You were saying when you noticed a beautiful albino snake wrapped around the man's neck. "Oh, you have a very beautiful snake!"
"His name is Kaburamaru and he isn't just some snake." The man said and the snake flicked its tongue at the air between you two.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude-!"
"My bride, are you here?" You heard Kyojuro calling you and you turned to look and sure enough, his head peeked from behind a snakes' terrarium. You waved at him and the Lizardman squinted his eyes at the two of you.
"You…" He mumbled quietly and as Kyojuro joined you, you turned to look at him and smiled, not quite hearing what he said. "I'm sorry, did you say something? I didn't hear?"
"A Kitsune engaged to a common human…?" The Lizardman glared at you, "What a waste…"
You flinched, hearing him say that, your worst fear. You felt insulted and yet, like he was onto something. You forced a smile on your face, trying to ignore the feelings that his words brought up, but it was too late, Kyojuro had noticed the change in your mood.
Your fiance wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his side. You blinked in shock and looked at him, but just as you turned, you felt something soft touch your forehead and saw Kyojuro's face before yours.
He just kissed your forehead.
You were so shocked you couldn't even blush once your brains registered what happened, it was too late. Kyojuro smiled at the Lizardman, "I don't think it's a waste if I love her. I think it's a blessing. You know it when it happens when you meet your other half or destined partner."
He looked at you and you were stunned by the look in his eyes. Genuine love. "They are your best friend, your biggest supporter, and accept you as you are. They are someone that makes you happy to wake up each morning, knowing they are there for you no matter what."
You were stunned by the Kitsune's words. Did he really feel that deeply for you? As you stared at Kyojuro in wonder, the Lizardman scoffed.
"Don't get me wrong…" He grumbled quietly, "I'm in no way the same as you two…"
"You don't need to be." Kyojuro smiled, "You just need to be happy!"
That seemed to be enough for the demihuman because he turned and left you two be. As soon as he was gone, Senjuro appeared from behind from one of the terrariums and smiled at you two, "I saw a blue frog there!"
Ah, he had missed the whole conversation. Maybe that was for the best since that Lizardman wasn't the nicest person to talk to. You smiled as you looked at the younger fox, "Really?"
"Yes! According to the information, it's one of the most poisonous frogs there is in the world!" He said excitedly and you awed, "Wow, I like frogs, but not that much!"
"Would you like to see it?" He asked and you smiled, "Lead the way!"
The three of you explored the reptile house in peace and you didn't see the Lizardman anymore, which to you was a small blessing. Once you left the house you noticed that it was already half past 5pm, but you had managed to explore the whole zoo in one day. It was an achievement on its own already!
You guys stopped at the gift shop before leaving, buying you and the brothers identical, and not to mention super cute fox keychains for your keys.
The trip home was lively as you talked about all the animals you had seen and by the time you were home, you were all a little hungry, but not enough to make a proper dinner so you all ate sandwiches.
The rest of the day went relaxing and taking a long bath, both you and brother taking one separately of course. Before you knew it, it was time for all three of you to go to sleep. After the day you guys had, you were pretty sure that you were going to fall asleep the moment your head touched the pillow.
You sighed as you were done brushing your teeth and stepped out of the bathroom, just in time to see the brothers wish each other good night before Senjuro went to his room, and Kyojuro was about to go to his but then he noticed you from the corner of his eye and stopped to smile at you.
"My bride, how are you feeling?" He asked and you smiled as you stifled a yawn and walked to him. "I'm feeling good, thank you for asking. Tired, but good."
"I'm happy to hear that!" He nodded happily and you smiled a little, but something had been bothering you ever since you guys left the reptile house.
"Kyojuro…?" You started carefully and he nodded, "Yes?"
"You… Earlier, you kissed me… On forehead…" You murmured quietly, feeling yourself getting embarrassed over nothing serious.
"Did I?" He blinked as he smiled, and you rolled your eyes, knowing that he was just teasing you now.
"Did you kiss me because you wanted to protect me from what that Lizardman said?" You asked and he grew quiet. You swallowed nervously as you waited for him to reply and finally, he did.
"That, and I really had wanted to do that for the longest time." He admitted and you smiled, "Good."
"Wh-?" He was about to ask when you gently placed your hands on his cheeks and leaned forwards to kiss him. Kyojuro's eyes widened as he felt your lips press against his, but slowly, he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss you back, his hand going to press against your upper back and the other holding you by the back of your neck.
Slowly, the two of you pulled apart, and as you opened your eyes, you both could see the feelings you held for each other in your eyes.
"Thank you." You whispered as you quickly pecked his lips one more time before pulling apart and running into your room. Kyojuro stared after you and smiled as went to his room, but little did either of you know, you were both thinking of each other when you made yourself comfortable on your beds, excited for the upcoming day.
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MitsurixObanaixreader/You
HEACANONS FLUFF BUT SPICE FOR ONE PART!
Kanroij Mitsuri
-Mitsuri def wants more attention out of you. Obanai kinda of hates that.
-Mitsuri buys you a lot of gifts, kisses, and hugs
-She fell in love with you first because of your kindness and your funny personality. EVERYTHING she thought…
Does PDA She doesn't care if someone thinks wrong or right She loves you and, she wants to tell the whole world.
-She saved you once when you had a hard question on your exam. She let you cheat off of her answer! Liver-Saver!
Iguro Obanai!
-Opposite of Mitsuri a LITTLE of PDA. But at home is different The moment you step at the moment he hugs you like crazy…
-Gives Everyone the side-eyes of everyone. (Why are they looking at you? You're his… Why?)
Almost everyone fears him because his arua is dark… Very. (But he's just a sweet pie!!)
-Gives you a gift too tries to outdo Mitsuri but fails.
-Is so kind and sweet to the both of you (and if you give him love back. He blushes like a mess.)
-Because of that people get jealous of the both of you a lot…
-Just that Obanai and you are just the GREAT pair same humor…(dark lmao) Both of you are too scared to tell Mitsuri what it is thought (She finds it out. She worried about the both of you..)
(NSFW ONLY ONE PART THOUGHT)
Mitsuri
-She can switch for you sub-to-dom!
She a messy when you are both alone in the dorm (Def a dom when alone)
Pussy eater mother fucker. Loves when you hump on her leg and all of that come comes out of you. (Makes you lick it off of he leg
Obanai.
-God… So many pussy eaters… Eates the shit out of you. Plus fingering is something he's best at.
At this point… Dom Sorry but that's what I believe… He calls you; Slut, cum whore, and dolly/doll.
-Can go soft-rough (Not THAT rough lmao) Prob fucks you outside on a tree. Solo; Goes to TOWNNNNN…
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Here we go with our Part 5 finally ^^
I am thinking if I'll make a Part 6 of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 or no, but it depends on y'all loves and my magic plot bunnies.💓 In this chappy, I want to resolve one of Y/N's concern, sooooo this might all be about that, but I promise it'll be sweeter.
Taglist: @unofficialmuilover @sofilsworld @skeleton-the-gangser @ahashiraswife
𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚅
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)
<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>
Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive
"Here's your coffee..."
It has been a few days since you reconciled with Sanemi. It has also been a few days since you agreed to go out with him. Yes, this hot math teacher is now your boyfriend, and you adore him so much.
But despite this, both of you decided to hide it from the school for now. It's not that you're not proud of it. You just don't want the thought of other people invading your privacy. You are the total opposite of Mitsuri and Obanai, as the couple made it clear that they're together. Mostly, it's because Sanemi's friend is just too easy to get jealous of.
Oh well, Sanemi can easily be jealous, but both of you decided to keep it lowkey.
And yet, there are times that Sanemi can't keep his hands to himself. He would sneak kisses on your cheek when you were alone in the faculty room. He would even slip his hands under the table and entwine them with yours when he was sitting with you at lunch. Even if he acts harshly, he'll make sure to send you sweet text messages, which you never thought he'd do. He's too fluffy inside that facade.
Sanemi and you still haven't kissed on the lips. Surprisingly, the man easily gets flustered. Perhaps soon you will feel his lips, but perhaps it will happen if you initiate it.
You'll never know that Giyu is getting the hang of these. With the sudden closeness between you and Sanemi, your best friend knows that something is happening behind the curtains. But knowing your best friend, he's not the type of guy who'll intervene or ask too much, so he just lets you. And yes, Giyu is prepared to punch the hell out of Sanemi if he breaks your heart, despite the fact that he will not admit it. And the man will make sure that his scars double because of it.
You had this little mission in you to make your best friend and your boyfriend on good terms, but it seems like it isn't working. Giyu doesn't fight with Sanemi, but yes, the latter makes sure that the former hates him to the guts. There are times where Giyu will even ask you why Sanemi hates him so much, and even if you know the reason, you don't want to tell him, as your boyfriend might get madder at him.
"Thanks babe." You said this as Sanemi placed the coffee on your table. You were reading a history book while listening to your favourite song. Your boyfriend had decided that he would visit you for the first time, and that made you happy, so you let him. You want his company as much as you want to just cuddle with him, inhaling his minty scent.
Sanemi plopped down in the space beside you and draped his hands across your shoulders. "What are you reading, baby girl? I'm here already, yet you seem to still be busy."
Baby girl.You felt a tingle in your stomach as you heard this come out of Sanemi's mouth. You turned to look at him and placed your book on your lap. "Ooh, so the baby boy wants my attention?" You teased, pinching his cheeks, which made him roll his eyes.
"Stop calling me baby boy, babe. I can definitely put a baby inside of you now if I want to."
"What the heck!"
His words made you blush madly, so then you kicked him with your feet, which made him fall down the couch, laughing like crazy. Again, he is teasing you, which is somewhat amusing, but you are a little taken aback by his words.
"Idiot! I'm just kidding!" He said, massaging his butt as he stood up, still laughing from your reaction.
You were about to throw a pillow at him when, suddenly, your doorbell rang. Who might it be? As far as you know, it is Saturday, and no one has ever visited you before.
Unless it's... "Fuck it's Giyu." You muttered under your breath, which immediately made Sanemi look at you with a sudden annoyance plastered on his face. "The fuck? That asshole visits you?" He groaned and gave you an angry look that caused you to roll your eyes.
"Obviously, he is my best friend."
"Who cares? Just open the door!"
You sighed and walked towards the door. Yes. You know that Sanemi's jealous; that's why he started to throw a fit. Sanemi's somehow childish sometimes, and one of those moments is this one.
Ignoring your fuming boyfriend, you opened the door, and there Giyu stood, handing you a cake. "I bought this from Kamado-kun's bakery. It's your favourite." He says and that made you smile. "Thanks Tomioka-san. Why don't you come in?"
"WHAT IN THE HELL, Y/N?" Sanemi yelled from the living room when he heard you invite Giyu in.
The poor man blinked in surprise. His suspicion was confirmed. He had seen Sanemi's car parked near your house but decided to ignore it. But now it's all clear. "That's Shinazugawa-san's voice, right?" He asked you with his brotherly mode activated. "Uhhh... Tomioka-san—"
"Why are you here, Shinazugawa-san?"
Giyu entered the house, crossing his hands at Sanemi, who was sitting on your couch with a crossed leg.
"Why do you care? Tsk!" Sanemi blurted out, standing and crossing his arms at him as well.
"Uh guys..." You tried to intervene, but the two seemed to be in an intense staring contest. You can't deny that Sanemi looked so hot while glaring at Giyu, but of course, you pushed your thirsty thoughts away and went between them, raising your hands on their faces, which definitely shocked them.
"Hey idiots! Listen, okay? Please? Or I'll both kick you out of my house."
"What's happening then?" The two men asked in unison, and that made you sigh for the nth time.
You turned to look at Giyu, taking Sanemi's hand and holding it tight.
"Tomioka-san, Shinazugawa-san's my boyfriend."
--
"What? You hate me for that?"
Thirty minutes had passed, and the tension had faded. Thankfully. You never expected that in those thirty minutes, you could change the way your boyfriend looks at your best friend.
After you told Giyu that Sanemi was already your boyfriend, all his thoughts were confirmed. Even if he wanted to protect you that much, he also wants you to be happy, and Sanemi makes you happy right now, so he respects that.
Giyu went in front of Sanemi and bowed his head. "Please take care of my little sister. I know that she'll be in good hands when she's with you." He said that, claiming you as his little sister, which made you blush a bit. Sanemi blinked in confusion, telling Giyu to stop bowing to him. The ravenette man's remarks made your boyfriend blush as well.
And there, Giyu smiled at Sanemi for the first time. His kindest smile made all the coldness in Sanemi's heart melt. "Dude, stop grinning; that's spooky!" Your boyfriend said that, which made Giyu and you chuckle.
"Sanemi's just flustered at your cute smile, Tomioka-san."
"He surely is."
The teasing eventually became a conversation that finally led both men into this moment. Sanemi and you sat across from Giyu, with him slicing the cake for the three of you.
"Just to settle this, Tomioka, why on earth do you think you are different from us? I believe you're not fucking better than me."
Sanemi suddenly blurted out, seemingly curious about the reason behind the man's detachment. Giyu looked up at the man and blinked in confusion. "I never thought of that, Shinazugawa-san."
Sanemi gritted his teeth and slammed the table with his hands, which surprised you and Tomioka. "Why? Because you think I'm no good? The fuck, I'm gonna—"
"What? You hate me for that? You thought that I thought I was superior to you?"
Giyu sighed and crossed his arms. You patted Sanemi's back, trying to calm him down. Sanemi leaned back, crossing his legs again. No words came from his lips, and that gave you the chance to look at him. Even though he gets upset easily by things, he is still so adorable.
"I never thought of that. I even think all of you are a hundred times better than me; that's why I tend to say I don't belong there."
"Oh." Sanemi's tensed shoulder relaxed with his breathing. He looked at you, and you just gave him a smile, urging him to listen to Tomioka.
"Even back in high school. I saw how hardworking you are, so I always thought that you deserved to be noticed more. I wanted to be friends with you; I tried, but you hated me that much, so I just dealt with it."
You looked up at Sanemi and held his hand again. "That's why I always wondered why you all avoided Giyu so much. He's a great person. He acted as my brother when I lost my family in a car accident. He and Tsutako-sama took me in, and that's why I'm still in. But yeah, Giyu's not just a great talker, and I've been dealing with that all my life."
That's the first time that Sanemi heard about your family, and sadly, you've already lost them. Your lover looked at you with sadness in his eyes. Sanemi squeezed your hand and pulled you near him, giving you a warm side hug.
He wanted to know more about you, but one step at a time.
"Tomioka, look. I'm sorry, man. I misunderstood you." Sanemi let go of you, stood up, and bowed to your best friend. Tomioka blinked in shock once again but didn't do anything, as he doesn't know how to handle Sanemi at all.
"Shinazugawa-san, let's be friends."
You smiled at Giyu as he made your boyfriend blush, but the math teacher just hummed in agreement as he looked away, hiding his reddened face.
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That day ended quickly, with Giyu leaving the both of you early and apologising for barging in and interrupting you. And yes, Sanemi was nicer to him. He'll still throw some curses and insults, but not like before.
And you watched them like a proud mother as Sanemi sent Giyu out the door, shaking his hand for the first time.
Sanemi went beside you after that, and both of you just decided to watch a movie together.
But yes, the night came, and you woke up on Sanemi's shoulder. He was staring at you, which made you blush hard.
"Baby, what's the matter?" You said, rubbing your eyes as you tried to compose yourself from the adorable sight in front of you.
"I love you." Sanemi muttered, and in a blink of an eye,you felt a warm but soft sensation on your lips. Realising that Sanemi had kissed you, your heart started to beat faster than before, and you felt like the heat on your body was quickly rising up.
Letting your emotions go, you wrapped your hands around Sanemi's neck, deepening the kiss that made the man chuckle as he slowly ran his tongue on your lips, asking for entrance.
Fuck, he's a great kisser.
You parted your lips a bit, and Sanemi took that as the chance to explore your mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you over his lap.
Drunk with passion, Sanemi pulled out for a breath, ironically taking your breath away with how flushed his look is. The man slowly came near you and whispered in your ear.
"How about I really put something inside you now? I think you'll love it, baby girl."
Shivers crawled across your skin as you heard those coming from his lips with his super-sexy voice. Sanemi placed his hands on your face, looking at you with eyes glistening with a mixture of passion and lust.
"What do you think, Y/N, baby?"
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𝒀𝒐𝒖! 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌? 𝒀𝒆𝒔? 𝒀𝒆𝒔? 𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨!
Oh my gosh~ I want it so much >.< Sanemi, so naughty!
Hope you'll also check my other stories! Send a request if you want me to tailor one, specifically for you fufufu~
Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter~ And good news, more chappies will come hahaha! My plot bunnies are awake soooo hihi ^^
Also, for easier navi, Imma put this here as well:
Thank you so much and see yah on the next part! Love yah!
~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸
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Kaigaku/Genya/ObaMitsu x Yui Komori! Reader
request:
hello! I saw that requests are open so I want to make one, mainly headcanons of kaigaku (probably from the aus reverse because the canon is a bastard), genya and mitsuri/obanai (as a poly relationship) with a couple that is like yui komori,! Take your time with this order and good luck in your studies!
Hello! I wouldn't say exactly Revérse AU. Kaigaku is (in my opinion) one of the most WASTED characters in the entire series, more than a son of a bitch, I feel like we don't get to see ANYTHING of him to understand his motives. I understand you sister.
This will be long😬 but I hope you enjoy it
Genre: Headcanons
Reader: Female
Warnings: Mentions of abuse/kidnapping, PTSD, kidnappers are mentioned in some cases, SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND ANIME, the reader has a personality like Yui Komori, Kaigaku can be somewhat OOCHurt/Comfort, Fluff.
Kaigaku Inadama
He probably knew you from 1-the Wisteria house (those that appear in chapter 9) or 2-you are related in some way to Jigoro (his and Zenitsu's sensei).
Let's go for the first, there is already a lot of the second.
Definitely at first he didn't understand why you were so friendly, and it even got on his nerves thinking that it was some kind of facade to attack at any moment.
But seeing that it wasn't like that, he really doesn't know how to deal with someone so gentle and kind. Or why he feels the need to get your attention.
He tries to be his normal arrogant self, tease you a little, but most of the time he can't bring himself to be like that with you. Not when you take care of him with such gentleness, which he's not used to.
A glutton for your food, he doesn't say much when you bring him his daily portions, but he doesn't leave a crumb behind. He's a glutton for your cooking.
Although it may not seem like it at first, he is a good listener, while he eats and you talk to him, try to remember the things that you seem to like, so he can be more prepared to try to like you.
A great show-off! But that was already seen coming. Especially if you ask him to see his techniques, his ego (already through the roof) is going to skyrocket.
He may even be more dramatic with his injuries just so that you care for him and look at him more than the other patients, he is somewhat capricious, but be patient with him, he will live.
If we talk about more advanced terms of relationship, Kaigaku is quite protective of you, but not in the traditional way so to speak, he is protective without you knowing it most of the time, like giving death glares to those who he feels are talking bad about you to your back, or always having the katana nearby when they go out at night, you never know...
Although he definitely won't think twice about fighting with someone to defend your honor. Especially after knowing about your past with abuse, he won't tolerate it.
Kaigaku is BAD with emotions, but he definitely won't leave you suffering, if the PTSD attacks are being especially bad he will try to be there for you, mainly with physical contact (not suffocating). He will get better the more time he spends with you.
Speaking of, if the people who hurt you somehow come back into your life...haha. They better run, Kaigaku is going to hunt them (although you don't have to know that part).
What else is he supposed to do!? Someone as good as you... just won't let little shits get away with it.
He is not religious at all, but he will let you do what you need to feel safe, even if it doesn't make sense to him, he knows that in a world with demons, one needs to hold on to something.
If we talk about the timeline where he becomes a Demon, you already know who his first meals would be ;)
Even if he becomes a demon, I see him watching over you from a distance. If you join him, even better! It can protect you much better that way.
ALTHOUGH- I don't think he'll let you turn into a demon, not because he doesn't want to, he's just scared of the possibility that you will 1- die or 2- forget about him completely.
But if we talk about a timeline where he does NOT become a demon, it is most likely that he will try to make amends for what he did in the past in some way (what with Gyomei and partly Zenitsu, although it would not be easy).
Fortunately he always seems to regain energy when he comes to visit you, seriously, his companions literally don't understand how you have him so tamed (especially Zenitsu).
In general it is like having your own Bulldog, aggressive but loyal.
Genya Shinazugawa
You're going to be the death of this man--in a good way!
When he met you at the Mariposa mansion, he already couldn't handle the other nurses, but you insisted on taking care of him, which made it much worse.
He's obviously not mad at you! He just doesn't know how to handle his nerves. Although with your perseverance and soft personality, he learns to AT LEAST not stutter SOOOOO much in front of you and have a decent conversation(Progress!).
Being so gentle and friendly, it's only natural that he gravitates towards you. His mother, you remind him a lot of his mother. It hurts but at the same time it feels great.
So he tries to help you from time to time with the tasks you do around the mansion, like carrying heavy things or reaching something from a high shelf (we all know it's not a problem for him).
Although at first you thought he just honestly didn't like you, because of how he sulks when he's nervous, if it weren't for the other butterfly girls, maybe you wouldn't have noticed his Crush for you.
You would have to take several first steps, Genya simply wouldn't dare to do it without a CLEAR clue that he has a chance with you (my poor boy has self-esteem problems).
If we talk about more advanced terms of the relationship, Genya is still the shyer of the two, but he is more likely to initiate physical contact than when they were not a couple. Dude, holding hands, hugs from behind, stuff like that.
Genya is quite careful with you, mostly because he is somewhat afraid of scaring you with his appearance and height, especially when you tell him what you went through in the past.
He's obviously angry, and of course! Who would hurt someone as good as you!? They don't deserve to breathe. But it focuses more on comforting you about the situation.
He has his fair share of nightmares related to what happened that night, and while he's not very good at consoling, he does his best (and honestly he's better than Kaigaku in that department, he's like a teddy bear).
Thanks to Gyomei, he has some understanding of religion, so he sees your prayers as something .
Be grateful that you have something to draw comfort from.
LIVE-FOR-YOUR-FOOD-Did you see that drawing of him blushing while Aoi tries to get him to eat? That's you two at the beginning.
Although of course, now that they are in trust, he really appreciates when you bring him some bento after a mission (demons don't know well people). Take advantage of these moments to let him talk about your day and how it went while he was away.
I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.
I once tried to help you cook something, but I failed miserably and almost set the kitchen on fire.
If the people who hurt you in some way come back into your life, don't worry! The shotgun is loaded and Genya is already deadly enough to go against high-ranking Demons, heartless morons are nothing to him.
Even if they don't die, it will ensure that they are away from your life.
In general, he can't stand seeing you afraid, he will do whatever it takes to see you happy, safe and healthy.
Iguro Obanai + Mitsuri Kanroji
(these two are my Comfort Ship)
(anyways)
Mitsuri would try to keep in touch with you to make sure you were doing well, so to speak.
Obanai was the one who had the hardest time opening up to you, obviously, but with the help of Mitsuri and your attitude, I can start to be tolerant and little by little start to like you.
Obanai could empathize with you over the topic of the turbulent past, so he was able to overcome his "rejection" towards you much faster than one would expect thanks to this.
Mitsuri is ridiculously more obvious with her Crush on you, Obanai is more discreet, but in itself the fact that you are a woman, you are not Mitsuri and HE TOLERATES YOU is already enough of a clue for those who know him.
It's say that after your rescue you ended up at the Butterfly State. Obanai and Mitsuri will take advantage of any opportunity to check on you, have a chat with you, etc.
Mitsuri helps you with her enormous strength with heavy tasks, she can even carry you if you are very tired, don't worry, for her you don't even weigh like a bunch of grapes.
Obanai is quieter, but he accompanies you in day-to-day tasks, apart from the fact that he seems to be ruder to staff who are not especially YOU. Shinobu ends up serving as Cupid here and assigns you to him constantly.
If we talk about more advanced relationship terms, They are both a love and balance each other perfectly.
Mitsuri is much more chatty and cuddly, Obanai is more serious but gives meaningful gestures without the need for words.
Mitsuri is a great inspiration in general, Obanai is someone you can empathize with much more due to past experiences and certain shared feelings they come to have. Mitsuri does everything she can to stop them from thinking those things.
As I said at the beginning, it is most likely THEY who saved you, so they are more aware of your past related to abuse. They are very careful about it, especially Mitsuri because he doesn't want to go into unknown territory and make you feel bad, but he tries his best to make you feel better.
Obanai is better at dealing with crises, having gone through years of his own traumatic experience, he is better informed on the subject and will share everything about it with Mitsuri.
In general, both of them open up to you so that you feel more comfortable with them to tell them things and everything is as balanced as possible.
Pile of hugs pile of hugs pile of hugs--
Obanai doesn't eat much, but he definitely tries to leave his plate empty to make you and Mitsuri happy.
Mitsuri LOVES your food, everyone does, but with Mitsuri's appetite, it's understandable that she'll be the one who eats the most of your desserts.
If those who hurt you return...it won't be for long, they will have a wild Obanai behind them while Mitsuri distracts you with some sword tricks along with Kaburamaru around your neck preventing you from turning your head to where Obanai is.
Even MITSURI would be eager for revenge, even if they don't want them dead, they want them to pay for harming someone as good and innocent as you.
They bring out the worst in her, so to speak.
Overall, they are a very balanced and loving trio. They make sure you NEVER feel vulnerable and unprotected again. Not their your guard.
#headcanons#fem reader#yui komori#kny x reader#kimestu no yaiba#genya shinazugawa#genya x reader#kny genya#kny kaigaku#kaigaku x reader#kaigaku#obamitsu#obanai x reader#kny obanai#demon slayer obanai#mitsuri x reader#mitsuri kanroji#kny imagines#kny x you
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★彡THE QUEEN’S DOG☆彡
Yandere! Knight! Obanai x Princess! Reader
Synopsis: Your loyal Knight would do anything for you. Absolutely anything.
TW: Murder • Massacre • Knight/Princess • Yandere Themes • NSFW • Oral (F)(M) • Dubcon (initial) • Mild gore description • Happy Ending
@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @ahashiraswife Thank you for the idea and inspiration♥️ Happy ending just for you!
It’s pitiful.
The scene before him so tragic he feels as if the air in his lungs has been stolen. There you lay, his Master, tearfully clutching a pillow to your chest while you attempt to stifle your cries.
You always do. No one in this entire palace or kingdom knew as much as him, how strong and compassionate you are, and how much suffering you endure quietly. Not for your own sake, but for that of others. Unworthy civilians and aristocrats alike, you smile and bare their sins upon your shoulders. He’s been a silent shadow for you, since the day you saved him all those years ago from his disgusting family, Obanai has dutifully devoted his entirety to you. His Master. His Princess.
Yet not even a full day has passed since you told him he could no longer serve by your side.
The memory making veins appear on the sides of his face, his scars tugging painfully as he grits his teeth.
Yes, his sweet and lovely Master, you, told him he was free. As if someone as filthy as him could ever be free, the closest he’s ever got being by your side alone.
The King had declared your marriage partner as the 5th prince of some low neighboring kingdom, hardly worth a rock compared to the jewel in which you were. It was an insult meant just for you, because your political standing had been slowly rising higher than the King’s himself. Your father merciless even to his own children. You hadn’t even been attempting to over shadow him, his own incompetence just being displayed better due to your charitable heart.
As revenge for doing your duties perfectly, the King has set to marry you off to a pathetic and unworthy prince.
Everyone was unworthy of you in his eyes.
A soft movement around his neck drew his attention to Kaburamaru. The white snake looking in your direction as well, as if offering his own silent consolation to your sorrows.
Sorrows that soon wouldn’t matter, his hand tightening around his blade as his eyes narrowed.
“Princess—!” You were awoken from your tear induced slumber by your closest lady’s maid, her expression drained of blood and horrified.
“Princess, we must leave at once, your life is in danger—!” Her hushed but trembling whisper has your attention, as you realize the palace is deathly silent when it would usually be bustling around this time of evening. Balls or parties hosted by your lavishly spending family.
Instead it’s still and chilly.
Wrong
You’re out of bed quickly, aware that as a member of the royal family, you are in constant danger of losing your life. Whether from internal or external strife, especially as a disposable Princess.
You look for him, eyes scanning for his familiar figure and worry nagging in your mind for his safety as you realize he isn’t here.
Why wasn’t he here? Your most trusted guard, your closest friend admittedly too…
Oh
You told him to leave.
Your heart sinks with a bit of melancholy. It was better this way then, he’s suffered so much in his life, shouldn’t he be freed at last? From the shackles of your position, from the drama and thorns inside this palace, and from the hatred he still holds in his heart towards himself.
“Princess—please!” You’re being dragged towards the secret chamber located in your room. The hidden lever pulled to reveal a passage leading into the inner palace where an exit existed. You’d likely rendezvous with your family if they were safe. You drew close your outer sleep robe, the chill of the stone passage ways seeping into you and causing your teeth to minutely clatter. Your lady’s maid keeping you moving quickly, fear and adrenaline moving you both.
As you near the end and prepare to take a left turn out to exit the palace, you spot a sight of pure carnage and horror.
Blood everywhere, splattered up even onto the tunnel ceiling, with rivers flowing from common palace knights before you. Their corpses piled as if to act as a blockade, and the echoed steps behind you alert you to someone coming after you from your bedroom.
You drag your lady’s maid and rush to the right, your exit clearly blocked out of the palace that way, but you knew of several other secret spots to release you from the confines of your home. The sobs and cries she made breaking your heart, but you knew you both needed to stay clear headed to survive.
“I know it’s scary, but please keep moving! We’ve got other exists as well.”
“B-but Princess— they were all dead—!”
“I know… I know.” You pulled yourself together anyway, fear and terror propelling you faster until you were the one dragging your lady’s maid. Her feet tripping behind her as she began slowing and dragging you down.
“My lady—! Please don’t leave me, I don’t want to die—ah…” you stop in horror as you look back and realize she’d stopped, halting you as well.
Through her chest was a wavy blade.
“What…?” You freeze, stupidly you freeze, as you watch the blade exit your servant’s chest as she drops dead to the floor before you.
Your eyes travel from her dead body up to the one who killed her. Before your eyes is the one person you trusted unconditionally.
“Obanai…” you whisper his name, dazed and unsure of the reality happening around you.
The bandages around his lower face had spots of blood dotting them, his loose robes also soaked from the torso down, dark red dripping onto the stone floors. His normally lavender blade saturated in red.
“…O-Obanai…” The tremble in your voice and hushed whisper pathetic. Nothing like the dignity a Princess should have, but even so, tears leak down your cheeks as conclusions can be made.
Were you going to die now?
His hand lifted, and with the same attitude as always, Obanai pointed a finger at your dead lady in waiting.
“Unforgivable… Master, she was trying to drag you down with her. She’s not loyal to you at all! That thing isn’t worth keeping alive.” The conviction in his tone has you standing on unsteady feet. Fear and dread consuming you despite the one you adore and love being the one to inflict it.
“Stop… Obanai I’m ordering you to stop!” Your cry doesn’t shake his resolve in the least, in fact, it merely solidifies his feelings. This kingdom, this palace, these people… none of them are worthy of your tears which you shed. He’s well aware he isn’t worthy either… but at least his loyalty is true. He would never waver like that woman slowing you down and begging for her life.
He’d never liked her, her eyes always greedily taking in your jewelry or clothing. She believed she was clever when she begged for rewards despite her salary and pay being one of the highest of any servant. A greedy and disgusting woman which should’ve never been by your side.
He moved slowly, because though it pained him in his heart to scare you, he also wanted you to see.
The freedom which he’s given you, which you deserve.
You act according to plan, turning and running. Your footsteps fading as Obanai stops to observe. His lips turn down in disgust as he eyes the corpse before him disdainfully.
“Disgraceful.” He mutters lowly, turning and walking the opposite direction in which you ran.
It’s so quiet you want to scream. The once ornate walls and beautiful bustling palace now a wasteland of corpses. Severed heads and limps strewn about, the massacre leaving you struggling to breathe. You stumble through it all, blurry vision looking for any signs of life. Your feet carrying you not from the palace, but towards the throne room.
You knew if this was entirely his work… even if you ran your fate was sealed.
Dead
All of them. Your father’s bloody and beaten body the only one different from the others which had been cut down.
You held no personal attachment to them, no, but it didn’t make the image any easier to stomach.
“Master has always been too kind. You always stay true to your heart no matter how corrupt the world is outside. He didn’t deserve to sit on that throne…” you turn, eyes staring vacantly at your once trusted and beloved Knight. “You deserve to sit there though…” his eyes meet your own. Yellow and turquoise, eyes he complains over, which you’ve endlessly told him how beautiful they were. They looked the same, which terrified you more, because was he always capable of this?
Was the catalyst you telling him to retire and be free from this nightmare? You didn’t have any answers.
Your knees hit the soft carpeted floors, a dull thud all that rings as a minor ache travels up your legs.
Obanai walks carefully, as if he’s scared of making you even more fearful of him. You note blankly his clothing and bandages have been changed.
He cleaned up while you looked at the dead bodies of your family and the palace.
He stops before you, your eyes staring at his thighs silently as you wonder if he plans to make it quick.
He crouches down, Kaburamaru sneaking out to peak curiously at you. Your shoulders are slumped in defeat, tear streaked cheeks and disheveled appearance only furthering the image in Obanai’s mind that you need him. Only he can protect you, his belief that you had no need for worthless subjects by your side. While he’s not clean himself, he doesn’t mind taking on dirty tasks like cleaning up vermin around you like this, not at all.
It’s his honor to serve you, his savior.
“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.” His calm demeanor leaving you pliant in his hold, your mind truly incapable of comprehending all the mess which has unfolded tonight. Picked up in his arms, he takes you back through the carnage all the way to your bedroom, the only place in the palace untouched or sullied.
He walks you over to the bed, setting you down and moving a step back to observe you for a moment.
His silence leaving you quaking with distress, your eyes looking up to his.
“You’re not… going to kill me too?”
There, in your bed looking so pitiful and sad, Obanai is overcome with an overwhelming need to protect you. To keep you safe. Away from the nightmares which plague you and hostility in every word thrown your way.
He wants to destroy this kingdom for the harm which it’s done to you.
And the words which won’t leave his heart, which he can’t help but feel each and every time he looks at your pure and perfect picture.
He wants to ruin you. Dirty you with his filthy hands and blood, drag you to hell with him and bask in the satisfaction of having you as his own. Corrupt you so throughly you can’t live without him.
It’s you who told him he was beautiful after all. His face, his scars, his blood. His eyes dance over the locket he had given you recently, the golden chain with jewels matching his eyes subtle but lovely on you.
He’s fighting, internally as you watch quiet, for the winning side.
He wants to protect you and he knows he’s not even worthy to lick your shoe—but he wants to similarly push your face into the floor and make you cry and scream for mercy only he can bestow.
Something wins… as he seems to settle and calm down, raising his head to look into your eyes once more. Holding your gaze steadily as he steps forward.
Obanai allows Kaburamaru to slither onto the floor, letting his friend keep watch for anyone foolish enough to interrupt.
His hands shaking as he moves to unwrap his hideous appearance.
Just like the first time, and the followings times after, you don’t flinch. Your eyes don’t waver, and while fear is still in your depths he knows it’s not form his appearance but his actions. He’s not delusional.
“I love you.” He speaks without the bandages, his scars on display for you.
“I love you.” He repeats.
You can barely swallow past the lump in your throat, emotion gripping you tightly. You’re shaking terribly as he sets a knee on the bed, torso and face leaning closer to your own.
“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, before he finally indulges the madness inside of him, kissing you.
I know, you wanted to say, but his tongue is quick to slip inside your mouth, clumsy and without any indication. You choke a bit, moving away to turn and cough, but his hands are gripping your face and turning you back for him to kiss again.
Licking over your lips and forcing your jaw to open again, Obanai is messy in his passion. He’s trembling with you, though his reasons are for holding back more than fear. He’s certainly nervous, but excitement seems to be winning.
“You’re so perfect. So kind and wonderful. I don’t deserve you.” His lips only disconnect with your own so he can whisper his heart to you. The straw which broke the camels back, letting loose a dam of emotions.
“I want you. I need you. You need me too, don’t you?” He bites a little too hard on your lower lip, you sharply jerking in his hold only causation for him to grip you tighter.
True to his love for serpents, he’s wrapped around you like one, constricting you almost to the point of pain. You taste blood as your tears flow, unable to fight back despite his lean stature. His strength not matching his appearance in the least as he pins you to the bed. Greedily drinking your swollen lips which he’d kissed and bitten. His eyes full of desire and awe, as he goes to kiss you again, not letting you deny his advances.
“I need you… I need you… I need you…” his whiny voice slightly hissing his speech as his hands begin to wander and grab at your clothing.
“You need me too.” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself.
Even as the tears and sorrows in your heart flow out, you realize brokenly how terrible this all is. His desperate whimpers against your mouth, his mindless babbling, and the atrocities he’s committed in your name.
If you push him away, what will happen come day when the nobles come for morning court? Their King and royal family slaughtered and all but a fragile and politically weak Princess remains. Sure, you’re loved by the people, but you’d be a puppet for their play at the very minimum. Married to some noble’s son looking to rule, shoved to a corner of the palace and forgotten.
Even if this massacre had never occurred… would you be any better off either?
“I love you… please…” he sounds more broken than you, his eyes soft and watery as he looks down on you with those pretty eyes you love so dearly.
Your loyal servant, your faithful knight. He didn’t mean it all did he? He wanted to protect you… or at least that’s what you’d make yourself believe.
Because in the end, no one in the royal family is ever innocent, and you knew your survival rested now in his hands.
Your resolve strengthened by your survival instinct, your hands slowly moving to wrap around his neck and hug him closer.
“I love you too…” and though these words are spoken in a husky whisper from your lips, and though tears pool down your cheeks, Obanai is overcome with joy. Your fate is sealed, but you’re a brilliant tactician in the end. Isn’t this the best route anyway? You’d sit as the power holder on the throne with his strength and the aid of your allies.
So you kiss back, less clumsy than him, more confident and sure because though he’s capable of disastrous violence, he’s still Obanai. Your sweet guard with a slightly immature attitude and a loyal heart.
It doesn’t take much to flip your positions, his body happy to fulfill whatever you desire as you break from his lips to kiss his face. Kiss his scars which he hates so much but you love, because they meant he survived. Down to his neck your lips follow, sucking a few marks and pulling a few needy moans from his lips.
Despite his evident intentions, it’s you leading. You keeping this violent man on a leash. Your hands move, slipping beneath his clothes to feel the skin of his bare chest.
“Master—“ he’s breathing heavily beneath you as you lean back and take in his disheveled appearance very similar to your own.
You don’t answer with anything but a tired smile and stained face, weakly beginning to remove your nightgown.
Obanai is captivated. Your skin slowly being revealed to his eyes, the most he’s ever seen as he sees your breasts bare before him. Your nipples hardened by the cool air and adrenaline which had been dumped into your system earlier.
“C-can I touch…?” He sounds so unsure, so sweet and meek, and you’re nearly convinced he is before reminding yourself firmly of what he’s capable of.
“Please,” you nod, gripping his wrists and bringing his hands to your chest. You’re resting over his abdomen, but when you relax and fully sit back, you feel his erection pressing into your ass.
Obanai is an eager lover, hands moving to cup and squeeze, to softly tug on your nipples until you’re grinding back into him. Your little moans fuel to the fire in his chest as he leans up to lick and suck. Leaving a trail of salvia in his wake.
He pulls back too soon, but he’s quickly removing his clothing and encouraging you to as well.
There’s no real time for you to regret and reminisce, not in a world like yours and especially not when his eyes are so bright. You’re kissing him again, as his hands explode and map your naked figure, pampered from a life indoors and so soft. Your wet heat leaving a sticky mess over his hard cock, you sneak a quick glance down at the tip peaking out between your thighs, reddened and engorged.
He’s not exceptionally long, but he’s certainly thick and slightly worrisome when it comes to fitting inside you.
“If you look at it like that…” his words snap you from your daze, eyes meeting his as you realize you’d been staring for a minute.
“I—w-will it fit?” your question is simple, practical even, but his reaction is anything but.
“Fuck, I’ll make it…” he’s muttering to himself more than speaking to you, an arm wrapping around your waist and forcing you face first against his clavicle. This position forcing your ass up in the air, where he uses his free and to dip behind you and run a finger through your messy folds.
“You’re wet…” he doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger inside, moaning at the feel of you wrapped around him. Your walls tightly flexing as he curls his finger, you gasp and moan as you relax, delighting him.
“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good?” He’s watching you intently, every reaction you make noted in detail in his mind. You don’t get to answer as he slides another finger inside you, your hands finding purchase on his firm shoulders as your hips wiggle.
“You’re so beautiful… so soft…” his light praise is intoxicating as you further throw the tragedies of today from your mind and let him pleasure you. “You get tighter when I do this,” you jolt against him, pushing your face into his neck while your back further arches, his fingers becoming soaked in your slick. “I can add another…?” You mewl right against his ear, a shiver of pleasure wracking his body at the new sensation. “Obanai♡” your hips are pushing against his hand now, trying to take his fingers deeper inside your greedy cunt, your tongue lolling out to lick and suck at his neck.
Obanai jerks under you, hissing in pleasure as you nip and suck at the tender areas of his neck, groaning and whining as his hand speeds up.
“You’re shaking so much… are you going to cum?” His observations spot on as you shake your ass and further arouse Obanai, his eyes heavy lidded watching you.
“I’m… I think m’gonna—yes—ngh—♡!”
Your slurred speech against his neck as you cum is erotic, your wet lips parted and panting as your pussy gushes and spasms with his fingers deep inside you. You go pliant, panting and breathing hard as you return back from your high. Obanai softly patting your head with his hand not soaked in your cum, bringing the one that is up to his lips for a taste.
He licks his fingers like one might when they steal a taste of some icing or whipped cream. Sucking his entire finger into his mouth and groaning, his eyes sliding and finding yours to hold as he cleans his entire hand.
“You’re going to do that again.”
Your eyes widen, bewildered as you realize he means another orgasm.
“But what about—“ you’re on your back quickly, Obanai between your legs as his mouth opens and his long tongue takes a bold lick of your pussy.
You’re gripping his hair in an instant, your knight quick to catch on to your pleasure as his tongue slides inside your pussy. The feeling of the soft warm appendage moving and licking inside of you has your heels digging into the mattress and hips jerking up. “Obanai!” your shout startles him, his face quick to snap up and check on you, but you’re whining and yanking his face back down, grinding your pussy back onto his tongue. He takes the hint, sliding back inside of you while he works to absolutely devour you. You can’t help it, the feeling unlike your fingers or even his, stretching you open. Your fingers in his hair aren’t gentle, gripping the silky black strands tight as you moan and grind against his face, driving him wild as he works to send you over the edge again. The loud lapping of his tongue and squelching of your cunt almost matching the volume of your moans.
“A-again—!” is the only warning before you’re soaking his face. His moan of pleasure echoing yours, not pulling from your pussy even as you try to push him away. “N-no more, Obanai,” you pant and struggle until he finally relents, pulling back to look down at the mess you’d made.
His lower face glistening with your release, scars and lips glossy and making for a pretty picture in your head. His heterochromatic eyes look up your body to your face, widening as he sees the smile on your lips.
“Again?” He’s hesitant in asking, because you look mildly distressed at the prospect but equally enthralled with the idea.
Aren’t you a wicked woman? Having her way with her knight after he committed treason.
“I want you to feel good too.” Your sweet words echo in his heart, his chest feeling tight as he leans over you, giving you a gentle kiss and pushing the taste of you on your own tongue. Obanai can’t help the nearly manic look in his eyes, swirling with obsession and happiness as he stares down at you.
“I love you.” A kiss. “I love you.” A deeper one. “I love you.” His tip lines up with your entrance. “I love you.” He’s pushing in, grunting as you cry out. “I—ah, I love you!” He’s pushing deep inside, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth as he grips your hips to bring you up closer.
“Thank you—,” he sounds emotional, his eyes a bit watery as he gives you the sweetest look, your chest aching before he’s pulling out and sliding in again.
You’re lost, as he begins a slow and steady pace, taking his time as he pulls you into his arms to kiss and whisper to you while his hips work to test how deep and fast he should go. His soft pants and moans right beside your ear, occasionally letting his tongue flick out and caress the shell while you tighten and mewl for him. “So pretty, I don’t deserve this but— I need you.” The desperation in his voice makes you believe him. “I don’t want freedom.” He holds eye contact, finally setting a steady but deep rhythm with his cock as he works you towards another orgasm. “I don’t want fortune or status.” A hand travels up your navel and grips your jaw, ensuring your focus is on him even though his soaked cock easily plunging into you now would say otherwise.
“I want you, only you, just you, be mine—“ it’s like he’s trying to cast a spell, “I’m already yours—ah, so be mine Princess, no— Queen.”
Your eyes widen, not just from the intense pleasure and slow burn building inside of you, but the title in which he calls you.
Queen
That’s right, without any other royal family members alive, you were the next in line.
Obanai knows you, even deeper than you know yourself at times. He sees it in your eyes, the urgency to do more but forced to stay silent due to your gender and birth rank. He knows you crave more, more power, more ability to be of use. While you smile and never show anyone the hardship you endure, he’s watching.
“So fucking tight— ah,” he’s whining loudly, a nearly boyish muffled moan against your neck making you close. “I want to cum, my Queen, please—“ despite his begging, his hips are moving faster, thrusting harder and erratically inside you while you wind even tighter listening and feeling him.
“Yes, m-me too, Obanai,” you pull his hair, eliciting a sensual groan as he pulls up so you can see him.
“I want to taste you too—,” your words have him nearly finishing then and there, his face scrunching into almost a pained expression as he tries to hold off until you finish.
It doesn’t take long, but feeling you cum but holding back his own has him almost passing out. His breathing coming to a halt as he grits his teeth and holds onto you for dear life.
“So good, oh, please I need—,” you’re gently pushing him away, his whine adorable as you slide to your hands and knees before him, opening your mouth similarly to those story books you keep hidden in your private library.
He tastes a bit spicy, his sweat and your slick combined an arousing combination as you lick and suck while Obanai does his best to stay still for you. His mind reeling as his hands twitch out at his sides, unsure where to put them. Unsure where to put himself, as his eyes roll back when you finally take him inside your warm wet mouth. Little tongue swirling around his tip so gently, it’s impossible not to release a choked cry and fill your mouth with his hot cum.
You’re kind enough to clean him up thoroughly, a bit of revenge for the earlier overstimulation he’d caused.
You both lay in your bed, taking a moment to just sit in silence.
And while Obanai pulls you into his embrace, you think logically as your hormones and earlier panic ease.
He’d saved you.
In the most irresponsible and inhumane way possible, but nonetheless, he’d saved you.
What to do now though, was up to you.
“I love you…I love you…” his murmurs lulling you to sleep as you come to a solution. Resting in your faithful but insane servant’s arms as exhaustion pulls you under. Your own words barely caught by Obanai, a soft muttering of “love you too…” before your following snores is his entire world. He glances apologetically at Kaburamaru, having forgotten his friend was keeping guard for a while during his passion.
Though his friend had no expression, he could feel the judgment nonetheless.
“Congratulations you Majesty, a peace treaty with XYZ has been at a stand still for nearly thirty years, and you’ve accomplished it!”
“Her Majesty looks so lovely, I wonder when the next royal ball will be.”
“Your Majesty, asking for advisory on the military rations on the border-“
“You Majesty—!”
You slump at your desk, relieved as the last meeting for the day ends and you can slouch inelegantly as you sigh.
Warm calloused hands come to your shoulders, massaging with the perfect strength to lessen the tension you hold.
“You need to rest, my Queen.” The sultry words in your ear cause a shiver to run down your spine, and you can feel his smile.
“I need to work, I have a lot of upcoming events due to national holidays and charity fundraisers—“ he’s twisting you around to capture your lips, only pulling away when you cease your struggles.
His gaze dark and swirling with something you can’t name, the beautiful duel colored eyes staring straight through you.
“Rest, let’s go. You’re always perfectly on schedule, no need for extra work now.” Despite his own strict attitude and work ethic, he seems to determined to keep you from burning out. Kaburamaru peeking out as if in agreement, his tongue flicking out in a friendly gesture.
“I know a few ways you can relax.” His teasing tone eluding to something you’re very much in agreement with. Though you wished he’d stop wearing his mask all together, you’re also happy to be the only one to see him in his entirety.
Your teasing banter with your royal guard and escort is dutifully ignored by all palace staff, commoners, and aristocrats alike. Nobles may whisper behind closed doors, but none are brave enough to dare go against the Queen’s Mad Dog.
They don’t want to be bitten after all.
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Let Me Take Care of You
Summary/Notes: Trying to relax after an exhausting mission Mitsuri finds herself being taken care of by a fellow Hashira. (As always Black coded reader/Black reader/Black fem reader, smut so mdni, wlw smut, vanilla smut)
Mitsuri sighs as she sinks into the warm water at the hot spring and closes her eyes as she feels the tension in her body slowly leave her. Despite her hard she trains and works, muscle aches and tension are an unfortunate part of the job, even with her experience as a Hashira. As she opens her eyes she starts to unravel her braids and comb the hair out with her fingers. ‘I’ll need a comb to work with this properly’ she thinks to herself. As she continues to comb her hair with her fingers she doesn’t hear footsteps approaching her.
“You mind if I join you?” a female voice asks her. She lets out a small shriek and turns around to see you in a robe that’s loosely tied and that leaves your chest area slightly exposed. She also sees some metal peeking through the rope where your nipples are and feels her face get warm.
“Not at all! Please enjoy yourself!” she says quickly. You proceed to take off your robes and she quickly turns around. She hears you sigh when you enter the water. Mitsuri has never admitted this before but she’s always had a bit of a small crush on you from the moment she met you when she first became a Hashira. You had already been a Hashira for some time when she became the Love Hashira and the more time she spent with you, whether it was on missions or just spending time with one another, she’s grown to like you more and more.
Aside from admiring your skills as a fighter she’s always found you very pretty, always admiring the way that the sun shines on your brown skin or the way that you are unapologetic with your style, sporting a nose ring and always wearing pretty accessories to pin up your locs. And most of all she loves how you always instill more confidence in her, letting her know that she has no reason to hide herself or any of her traits.
‘You’re strong, talented, kind, pretty and most of all you go after what you want. What’s not to like about you Mitsuri?’ she remembers you telling her.
“Did you come back from a mission?” you ask while sinking yourself lower into the water until it almost touched your chin.
“Yeah just came back this morning but my muscles are really tense so I thought that coming to the hot spring would help” she responds.
“I’ve been on two missions back to back. I’m beat” you say sighing.
Mitsuri is about to reply when she grunts in pain and tries moving her shoulder around in hopes that it will relieve the pain but it does very little. You notice and swim over to where she’s at.
“Here let me help” you tell her while approaching her from behind.
“Huh? No it’s okay you don’t need to help” she starts rambling nervously. You roll your eyes and just chuckle in response.
“Try to relax your muscles for a bit. I’ll help you,” you tell her calmly. “I’m gonna start massaging your muscles for a bit. You okay with that?” She nods giving you the okay and feels your calloused but smooth hands rubbing her shoulders soothingly before you put a bit more pressure on them. Before she knows it she lets out a moan at the feeling of her shoulders cracking and immediately blushes in embarrassment.
“Kyah! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that” she shrieks covering her face with her hands. All you do is just laugh and reassure her that it’s quite alright.
“That just means that I’m doing my job correctly” you chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good” you whisper in her ear.
The more pressure you put on her shoulders by massaging them the more Mitsuri feels like she’s in heaven and closes her eyes and lets herself get lost in the feeling.
“You’ve been working very hard haven’t you Mitsuri?” you whisper in her ear while moving your hands down her shoulder to rub her muscled arm. She shivers a bit but composes herself. “A girl like you deserves to be pampered. Will you let me? Hmmm?”
As your hands make their way near her breasts you rub her stomach feeling the abs that she has there. It’s no surprise that Mitsuri has the muscles she does. From what you recall her telling you and from what you’ve seen when the two have you have worked together on missions, she’s insanely strong.
“Are you okay with this?” you ask while pressing some kisses down her neck. Letting out a shaky sigh she nods her head but it’s not enough for you. Pressing yourself closer to her back she feels your nipple piercings against her.
“That’s not good enough for me. Use your words sweetheart.”
Leaning her head against your shoulder she lets out a shaky yes and you smile mischievously into her neck and grope her breasts. She lets out a small moan at the feeling of you playing around with them and the way you tweak her nipples. While your left hand is busy with playing with her breast your right hand makes its way down to her lower regions and you part her lips and rub the inside sensually.
You can hear Mitsuri’s breath hitch and you chuckle. Turning her head in your direction you plant a kiss on her lips and her eyes widen before they close and she returns the kiss with more passion. The both of you stay like that for a couple of more seconds before you pull away and she finds herself desperate for the feeling of your soft lips against hers.
“Relax pretty girl, I got you. Come here.” You move her towards the area where the land is and lift her up and gently place her on the ground so that she’s laying down. You still stay in the water gripping her legs and opening them so that you have clear access to her lower regions. Licking your lips you press some kisses down there and hear Mitsuri sighing in what sounds like relief or pleasure or even both. You maneuver her legs so that they rest on your shoulders and spread her lips apart so that you can press some sloppy licks and kisses there. Moaning, Mitsuri clenches her eyes shut and starts to breathe rapidly. She’s never had anything like this but she would be lying if she didn’t imagine something like this with the two of you.
“Yes, yes, please give me more” she pants. As you continue to lick her down there she tries moving her hips towards you to get a stronger feeling. When she feels you insert a finger and slowly but softly massage her inner walls she lets out a louder moan and reaches down instinctively to grab your hair. Before she can apologize and pull her hand back you massage her walls with a bit more pressure and she can’t help but grip your locs tighter. Little by little she feels herself getting lost in the feeling of pleasure and can feel her lower area tightening.
“Gonna, something’s gonna, mmmmm, please” she wails. Smiling to yourself you add more pressure and move to suck on her clit and she pretty much screams in pleasure. You know that it’s only a matter of time before she’s gonna come undone. As you lick and suck on her clit while massaging her walls she wraps her legs around you tighter and massages her own breasts. The only sounds you can hear are lewd wet noises and pants and moans coming from the both of you.
When Mitsuri does come undone she swears she sees stars and grips your locs tighter as she lets herself go and throws her head back and moans. When she’s finally done she closes her eyes and lets her legs go from where they were wrapped around you and feels tired and limp. She feels your hands massaging her legs and thighs, relieving some of the tension there before she feels your wet body press up against hers and feels your soft lips against her own. She sighs lovingly and the two of you share a sweet but loving kiss before you pull away and caress her cheek.
“You okay there sweet girl? I hope I wasn’t too rough with you” you ask while continuing to caress her cheek. Mitsuri blinks slowly and gives you a tired but happy smile.
“That was really good…I’ve never experienced anything like that” she whispers.
“Glad I could help” you laugh softly. You pick her up from the back of her neck and hold her in your arms enjoying the silence under the night sky. She wraps her arms around you and lays her head on your chest, with a small smile on her face, content with being with you.
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can u do like obanai and mitsuri who like met their jamaican s/o at a jamaican spot
like her being like a cashier
(we be rude as hell lol)
and they like fell in love with her cooking and they keep coming back but fall i love with her in the process lol
kinda a hard request, love you if u can 😘😘
𝙤𝙢𝙜𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩,𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 @𝙗𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙥𝙤𝙥
𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙀
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙞 𝙭 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚
↳ he was looking for something to eat on his break off
↳ eventually he spotted a cuisine and atp he didn’t even care and js needed to eat
↳ as soon as he walked in, all the spices and food he smelt infatuated him already
↳ as he was looking at the menu to see what he wanted he got a glimpse of you
↳ he didn’t know whether to look at you or the menu
↳ until you caught him staring , “it’s rude to stare y’know” you said monotonously
↳ once he’s done scanning through the menu he meets you at the register
↳ now yk this boy a lil awkward so some of the shit he’d say would make you wanna bust out laughing
↳ but ever since that day , he kept coming back more & more
↳ and it wasn’t even for the food anymore, it was just so he could see your pretty face
↳ at first you’d be like “why this mf here the 4th time this week?” but later on you started to become more comfortable with him and the little conversations y’all would have interested you more
↳ when y’all made it official all your co workers would be tired asl seeing y’all flirting alllll the time
↳ you’d give him a discount whenever he comes 😭
↳ when he tried some fried plantain and oxtails ??!😍
↳ he was in love with you even moree
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙜 ??
↳ she didn’t even have time to scan through what she wanted by the time she saw you
↳ this girl would deadass stare at you in admiration before running up and asking you a whole bunch of questions
↳ “how do you guys make this delicious food?!” “what flag is that?” “how’re you sooo pretty?!!”
↳ 🧍🏾♀️.. 💀
↳ she would want to learn how to make some of the dishes with you
↳ LET HER be the taste tester 😭
↳ have a feeling she wouldn’t like spicy food so don’t give her any jerk chicken or sumn 💀
↳ ngl everyoneee of your co workers love her and tell you to give her some food for free , or just to take home
↳ she’d be curious about your hair and would try to braid and other styles
↳ like how she used to do with nezuko hair in the manga
↳ and if your hair is too thick ? that’s fine , you could teach her how to manage through it
#blkradio#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#black authors#black! reader#anime x reader#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x black reader#x jamaican reader#kny x black reader#kny x poc reader#mitsuri x reader#mitsuri x black reader#mitsuri x black fem reader#obanai x reader#obanai x black fem reader#demon slayer x jamaican reader#demon slayer headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons#mitsuri kanroji#iguro obanai#kny mitsuri#kny obanai#kimetsu no yaiba x black reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#tanjiro x reader#demon slayer mitsuri
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Idk what to write/finish first so poll time
#x reader#genshin#genshin x reader#genshin x fem!reader smau#pulling the strings 🎻#obani iguro#obanai x reader#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#please hurry
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