yo.. what’s up homeboys, I was thinking if you could do a smut where Obanai is like, body worshipping the reader? Cause like yeah 🥹.
BYE IW ILL KSIS YOU.
── 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 ! obanai with body worship.
✦ content. lots of kisses, compliments and praise, no specifications of the reader's body type, slight implication of nsfw
author's ✿︎ notes. obi would definitely fold for their lover indoors. he would let out a side no other person on the planet would know he has. his softness and devotion: it's all for you. thank you for requesting & i hope this is up to your expectations, mwa mwa mwa-- lots of kisses for u
obanai moves slow, deliberate, like each second of looking at you is something he’s been starving for. when his calloused hands ease your yukata off your shoulders, he doesn’t lunge, doesn’t hurry—he just stares, mismatched eyes devouring the sight of bare skin revealed inch by inch.
his breath comes out shaky. “…do you have any idea,” he murmurs, voice rough, almost bitter, “what it does to me, seeing you like this?”
you shift under his gaze, suddenly hyperaware of his eyes tracing every inch. he catches it instantly, his hand tightening around your wrist to keep you still. “don’t,” he warns softly. “don’t try to hide. you’re… perfect. too perfect. if i look away, i’ll lose my mind.”
he kneels at the foot of the futon, taking your ankle in his hand like it’s something precious. his lips brush the bone lightly, then press harder, mouth dragging up your shin. “every line, every mark—i could spend a lifetime memorizing it,” he whispers, the words muffled against your thigh before he nips at the soft skin there, sharp teeth making you twitch.
you let out a small gasp, and he chuckles low. “sensitive,” he teases, pressing his mouth closer, just beside where you need him most. his breath fans hot across you, but he refuses to give in. instead, he moves upward, kissing the slope of your hip, your stomach, your ribs, each press of his lips lingering longer than the last.
his hand trails down your side, fingers catching at every curve, every dip. he pauses at your hip, thumb stroking lazily, then dips lower—skimming over the top of your thigh, dangerously close to where you ache. you jerk, hips twitching, but he only chuckles, the sound dark, vibrating against your chest.
“mm. you're gorgeous.” his lips brush across your stomach, his voice low, mocking in a way that makes heat pool even worse. “does my touch ignite your body this much?”
he pushes your thighs apart, settling between them, but instead of giving you what you’re silently begging for, he bends down and presses a kiss just above the spot you want him most. his tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, but he never touches where you’re dripping. you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair, but he captures your wrists again, pinning them back against the futon with that unshakable grip.
he pulls off with a wet sound, lips red, spit glistening. “look at you,” he whispers hoarsely. “you don’t even realize how beautiful you are, do you? how much i’d destroy just to keep this body, this skin, untouched by anyone but me.”
"obi, p—please.." you beg the serpent slithering upon your body, your hand trembling as his lips magnetized to your skin once again. he knew what you needed, but he wants to spare this moment— to indulge in every centimeter he sees from your body.
“no,” he says, stern but soft, his mismatched eyes flashing up at you. “i decide when you get what you want. until then, you’ll take what i give you.”
and what he gives you is maddening—his mouth trailing everywhere but where you need it. he kisses the inside of your thigh, the hollow of your knee, even the sensitive skin near your hip bone. every press is slow, reverent, his breath hot and steady.
“i could worship you like this for hours,” he admits, words spilling like confession. “watching you squirm, hearing you beg, knowing i’m the only one who’ll ever see you undone like this. i’d carve this into memory forever.”
your whines break into little sobs of frustration, and that makes him grin—wolfish, satisfied. he leans closer, lips brushing just beside your folds, his breath searing against you. “look at you… trembling, already so wet. i haven’t even given you a fraction of what you deserve.”
he finally releases your wrists, letting his hands spread over your thighs instead, thumbs digging into soft flesh. his mouth hovers, so close you swear you can feel his lips brushing you. “so soft…” kiss. “so warm…” kiss. “everywhere i touch…” kiss. “it’s like you’re burning me alive.”
“do something for me, sweetheart,” he demands quietly, his voice more commanding than ever, his gaze locking on yours. “say you want me to worship you. every inch. every mark. every breath you take.”
your answer comes out choked, desperate. the sound makes him shudder.
obanai leans down again, a wicked smile curving his mouth. “good. then let me ruin you with nothing but my lips.”
and with that, his mouth finally claims you—slow, deliberate, and absolutely consuming. every movement of his tongue is drawn out, every kiss pressed like he’s memorizing your taste, every sound you make pulled from you on purpose. he hums against you, the vibrations sparking heat all the way through your spine.
between every lap, every suck, he keeps talking, words muffled but clear:
“so sweet…” kiss.
“so perfect…” lick.
“you’ll remember this every time you see your art of a body.” another kiss, wetter, filthier.
“you’ll remember it was me who made you fall apart with just my mouth.”
he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, until your back arches, your thighs tremble, and you’re gasping his name like it’s the only word you know.
Warnings : female reader, smut with no plot, user is called a brat, pretty girl and angel, minimal blowjob but mostly head, might be ooc.
author's note ♡ : this is incredibly short and frankly lazy I just wanted to write a oneshot for Sanemi because I love him so much. I apologize in advance if this is rushed or if he seems out of character, I've never written anything for him before gulps..!!
Read with caution—I am not responsible for what you read online, please read the warnings. This is very obviously NSFW. Other than that, I hope you enjoy.
(This might be the shortest oneshot I've ever written, I am so sorry)
Sanemi groaned at the feeling of your mouth against his cock, not to mention, your gaze looking up at him. He tried to hold back a shiver. He felt embarrassed, how could he be getting hard, so easily? He let out a shaky breath, his hands instinctively gripping the sheets of the futon beneath the two of you. His chest heaved with every breath he took.
He tried to regain some semblance of control and composure, but his mind was filled with lust and need. He did his best to regain the upperhand, but it was a poor attempt. "You damn tease." He murmured, his voice strained. He placed a hand on the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair. "Stop being a brat, pretty girl." He muttered, his voice strained as he tried to keep his breathing steady.
The feeling of your tongue swirling around his tip, collecting the beads of precum that leaked from his slit made Sanemi groan. His moment of submission seemed to encourage you to continue your ministrations, you soon took Sanemi's length fully into your mouth—taking him as deep as you could without gagging.
You started to bob your head up and down, your tongue sliding along his length. Sanemi's grip on the back of your hair tightened even more at the feeling of your mouth, taking him in so deep. He moaned, trying to keep himself from thrusting upwards. "Mmph, you little brat—" He groaned, his head falling back.
His voice was practically a whine at this point, a stark contrast from his typically gruff tone. Sanemi could feel the pleasure building up in his lower abdomen. "You're such a spoiled brat—ah—nnghh." He managed to moan out, his breaths coming out faster than usual.
"Fuu.. ugghn..." The obscene noises escaping his throat involuntarily at this point. His thoughts were becoming less and less coherent. He was normally the one in the dominating position, but not tonight it seemed.
He moaned again, barely forming words. "Just like that." He hissed, moving to lightly tug at your hair. "God, sweetheart— ah— ah— just like that." He moaned out. The vibrations of you moaning against his length sent sparks of pleasure down his spine.
Sanemi's grip on your hair grew even tighter. “Hgh— ah— ah— you're gonna— “ He moaned, his mind becoming more fuzzy as he felt the pleasure building up. He groaned, desperately trying to keep himself from coming undone. He was trying to retain control. “M’gonna—” He groaned, the feeling of your tongue against him was too damn good. “Angel—fuc—” He gasped, coming with a rough groan.
His release was hot and pulsing inside your mouth, letting out soft pants to catch his breath.
posting a very short sanemi oneshot tomorrow gulps.. mb for the lack of posts lately I've been busy and had no ideas on what to write (it isn't even over 1k words I have no motivation)
Warnings : female!user, user is bratty and dramatic, Shinobu is mean a tease, smut with little to no plot, a bit of choking, nipple-play, fingering, edging, user comes at the sound of Shinobu's voice, overstimulation, feminine compliments used; stunning, beautiful, nickname usage; dear, pretty girl, good girl. Aftercare is not written, but it's Shinobu, so it definitely happens!! <3
A/N : we're definitely not going to talk about the fact this took me 3 WEEKS to write, because I wanted to write my girl perfectly. I honestly feel like I write foreplay better than anything else 😭
word-count: 3.2k
Read with caution—I am not responsible for what you read online, please read the warnings. This is NSFW. Other than that, I hope you enjoy ♡. Remember to stay hydrated & eat healthy, have a lovely day/night, my cuties !
Getting Shinobu’s attention whilst she’s trying to work was like—in simple terms, talking to a wall. You had been trying to get her attention for the last hour and fifty minutes, but she just let out a hum in response every now and then. Other than that, not an ounce of acknowledgment. She was working diligently on multitasking between making more poison and some paperwork she had ought to catch up on, as she mentioned last night. Not that you had been paying attention when she said it.
You let out a heavy huff of discontent as she continued to be unresponsive, plopping down in defeat on the ground nearby, looking around her office subtly. Mostly out of boredom, if anything. Sometimes you’d mutter some annoyed comment about her “ignoring” you.
“You’re acting like a child.”
Shinobu finally broke her silence, tilting her head away from her work to glance down at you, sitting on the floor, pouty and frustrated. Though the sudden call out from her was slightly embarrassing, you couldn’t help but take enjoyment in her finally responding to your behavior.
“Am not.”
“You are.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, being even less convincing than you already were, if that was even possible. The Insect Hashira’s chair made a slight creak noise as she turned around to face you.
“You’re acting like you’ve been deprived of attention for a decade.” Shinobu frowned. She wasn’t necessarily annoyed, but her expression was difficult to read.
“It feels like it.” You retorted, quickly.
Shinobu let out a small, breathy laugh at your response, shaking her head at your theatrics. “Really?” She questioned.
Only to receive a very half-hearted glare from you. “You’re cruel.” You pouted, tilting your head to the side in mock-offense. This was not an unusual situation for the two of you. In-fact, it happens quite often.
The silence hung in the air for a few moments, though not uncomfortable.
That was until Shinobu rose from her chair, walking over to where you sat on the ground. She kneeled down to you, her gradient, dark purple eyes staring at your face. She let out a small tut noise of disappointment. “Is this what we’re doing now? Avoiding eye-contact, ignoring me.” She pointed out the change in behavior. “All because I didn’t give you attention for- what.. Almost an hour?” She sighed, though she was not shocked. You could be quite the demanding one when you wanted to be.
The two of you held that position for several minutes, with Shinobu waiting for you to give in. Whilst you were too stubborn to do so, even if it was a beyond ridiculous thing to be “upset” about. Even though you knew, you were being incredibly dramatic. Perhaps even behaving like a brat.
“Y/N.” Shinobu’s voice cut through the silence, leaning forward whilst grabbing your chin, forcefully guiding you to look back at her. The tension hung in the air, thick with heat. Her gradient purple eyes flickered down to your lips, before returning to your eyes. She could see the faint flush on your cheeks, she leant forward to connect her lips with yours. Her lips were soft and warm against your own. Her free hand went to your lower back, she leant you back against the floor as she hovered over top of you.
Your earlier behavior was starting to fade away at her subtle touches, breath hitching as your back was pushed into the ground, hands reaching up to clutch at the fabric of Shinobu’s haori.
Shinobu could feel the subtle feeling of your fingers curling into her haori, she slowly pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, eyes never leaving your bashful expression. Her thumb lightly brushed against your bottom lip, pulling it down with her thumb slightly before her hand moved downwards.
Her hand went to cup the side of your neck, thumb wrapping around the front of your throat. Though not enough grip to cut off your air-way. “Beautiful.” She whispered softly, her hand that had been resting on your lower back sliding to the side, brushing against your side.
Shinobu’s gaze lingered on you, the way your eyes were wide, the pinkness to your skin-tone. “Shinobu..” She heard your faint whisper, that was almost inaudible. She tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment, letting out a small hum. Her hand running down your side to your thigh.
Her touches were slow and precise, knowing exactly where to touch with precision and familiarity. Her fingers brushed against your thigh, her hand that had been on your neck slid down to the neckline of your uniform shirt. Slowly lowered to the first button of your shirt at the top.
“Is this okay?”
You couldn’t even reply at first, chest rising and falling with each eager pant. Till you slowly nodded, not being able to get proper words out.
“I need words, baby.” Shinobu’s voice was quiet, her tone laced with desire. She didn’t like the mere thought of doing anything without proper consent, which a nod was not enough to her.
The room was quiet, other than the faint sounds coming from outside. You were struggling to vocalize your consent for a moment, wrapping your arms around the base of Shinobu’s neck.
Finally, you were able to get proper words out. “Please touch me. I want this, more than anything.” It was a plea, a need for her touch.
Shinobu’s lips faintly curled into a small smile as she heard your desperate plea. Her hand on your shirt moved to slip your haori off. Her hands reaching up to unbutton your uniform, her movements slow as if she were taking her time.
Once her hand reached the final button, she looked into your eyes once more, ensuring there was no ounce of hesitation in your eyes. Once she could confirm that you completely wanted this, she undid the final button. Her left hand reached up to pull the fabric off of your torso. But her breath caught in her throat at the sight of your bra. “You are..” She trailed off, unable to form her words.
“You’re.. Perfect, absolutely stunning.” She managed to get out softly, her hands rested on your shoulders for a moment. Her gaze filled with love and admiration, she was thankful that you trusted her enough to let her see you in your most vulnerable state.
Even in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help but admire everything about you. Not a single flaw about you in her eyes.
Shinobu noted the way the blush on your cheeks deepened at her compliment, which she couldn’t help but smile.
Her hands left your shoulders, one tracing the strap of the bra you wore. Her index finger tracing the outline of the fabric. Before she gently cupped your left breast, groping you gently.
The sounds of your soft moan further indulged the touches she gave you. She squeezed a little harder this time, her other hand resting on your back. She leant forward, planting kisses along your neck. Her kisses got lower and lower, giving a mark every so often.
Till her free-hand that wasn’t giving attention to your breasts eventually unclipped your bra, allowing it to drop to the ground. She kissed the valley of your breasts, her hands reaching up to cup both of them.
You faintly squirmed underneath the mixture of her lips and overall touch, letting out a sharp gasp as Shinobu’s thumb ran over your nipple, one hand flying up to grip her hair. The Insect Hashira’s lips moved to wrap around the other nipple.
Shinobu’s hands gripped your waist, preventing you from squirming. “That’s it..” She muttered into your breast. “Let me hear you.” She said softly, unable to help her selfish want. She wanted to hear you, as loud as possible. She didn’t care at this moment. She wanted every part of you.
“Sh… Shinobu..” You whimpered as she continued to hold your waist, to prevent any unwanted movements. “Please…” You felt like you were going to die, if she didn’t stop teasing you. The inability to not stop squirming faintly was not helping the growing wetness between your thighs.
Shinobu couldn’t resist smiling at your growing desperation, she pulled away from your chest. Though before she could do anything else, she noticed your trembling hands reaching over, removing her Haori, gentle with desperation. She felt you tug at her uniform shirt, trembling hands unable to undo her buttons. “Off.” You practically demanded, with that typical bratty tone.
“Alright, alright.” Shinobu conceded, undoing the buttons of her own uniform. She felt your hands immediately remove her bra. “How eager of you.” She couldn’t resist teasing faintly.
Shinobu's hands continued their maddening journey down your soft, delicate skin. Her touch lingering longer than necessary in particular places. She reveled in the way her partner's body responded to her touch, the way your breath hitched and your pulse raced.
You were absolutely intoxicating to her.
Shinobu’s fingers slid along the edge of your skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. She leant forward once again, pressing her lips into yours. Her free-hand lifting up to cup your jawline, tilting your head back at an angle that allowed her to slide her tongue into your mouth, exploring the inside of your wet mouth.
As Shinobu kissed you deeply, she could feel the way you shivered at the sensation, your body betraying you. Shinobu noticed the way your hands gripped the edge of the nearest surface, trying to steady yourself.
Once you pulled away from the kiss, Shinobu let out a feigned tut of disappointment, her gaze lingering on you for an unnecessary amount of time. She noticed the way your body tensed involuntarily, trying to maintain your composure but failing miserably. "Shinobu... what are you doing?" You tried to sound composed, but your voice wavered. You knew what she was doing. But the words came out faster than you could stop them, giving yourself a bit of second-hand embarrassment internally.
Shinobu’s touch lingering on every inch of your exposed skin. She reveled in the way your body responded to her touch. It was intoxicating to her.
She knew what your question referred to, the fact she was teasing and taking her time with you rather than just getting straight to touching you. "Isn't it obvious?" Her retort came quick, as her fingers slid along the edge of your skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "I'm enjoying myself." She said, choosing her words carefully and decisively.
As Shinobu's hands explored further, you couldn't help but squirm at the sensation. Your head tilted back slightly as Shinobu's fingers danced along the edge of your skirt, teasing the delicate skin of your inner thigh.
Your back arched into Shinobu, hips attempting to press against hers to gain any sort of friction. As you arched against her, both of your bodies melding together. Shinobu leaned once again, her lips skimming over the pulse point on your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Shinobu’s hand slipped up your thigh, her movements slow and steady. Until her finger-tips reached the fabric of your panties. As Shinobu's fingers danced along the edge of your panties, teasing the delicate fabric. The feeling was both maddening and exhilarating.
“Please, Shinobu.” You whispered with desperation and impatience. “You’re teasing too much.” The tone in your voice was absolutely bordering on whining.
Shinobu only let out a soft sigh of appreciation at your whining.Her fingers brushing against the lacy material. She felt the heat and the dampness through the thin fabric. Her fingers pressed firmly against the fabric, teasingly applying pressure.
“My goodness, you’re already soaked.” She couldn’t help but comment, her voice soft and teasing. But not condescending either, her remark about how wet you were caused your cheeks to flush even more than they already were.
Her hands found the hem of your skirt, pushing it up slowly but steadily, reveling in the way your body shuddered at her every touch. Shinobu couldn't resist the urge to comment on something she noticed. She leaned in closer, her voice soft and suggestive against your neck. “These are the new ones I bought you last week, aren’t they?” She mused, her voice gentle but somewhat teasing.
“Now be a dear and get this out of my way, hm?”
Shinobu instructed carefully, nodding her head towards your skirt. Which she watched closely as you quickly removed your uniform-skirt. Which left you only in your final remaining undergarment.
"You're... insufferable." You managed to gasp out, your shaky voice betraying your clear arousal as much as the blush spreading across your cheeks.
“Oh, am I?” Shinbou retorted quickly, particularly amused by the bratty facade you insisted on trying to maintain. Despite the fact, both of you knew, you wanted this more than anything right now.
Especially considering your earlier pleas, that was borderline desperate begging.
Her fingers curled over the black—lace panties, the fabric rough against her skin. She gave them a gentle pull, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Her movements were possessive and domineering, her goal to break through her partner's defenses and reduce her to a trembling mess in her hands. One of Shinobu’s hands moved to part your thighs at last, getting closer to where you needed her the most.
Her middle and ring finger running along the folds of your cunt. Your breathing becoming more shallow, the teasing was beginning to be too much. You needed her fingers—or, at least some sort of relief.
“Plea—” You had been just about to beg for more, when Shinobu’s index finger rubbed your clit in circular motions, slowly but deliberate. Her gaze never left your face, always ensuring that you were okay with what she was doing—that there was no hesitance, or discomfort in her actions.
She stroked your clit in back and fourth motions, you moaned softly, unable to help it, your head falling back against the ground. Which only encouraged Shinobu to continue her actions, her finger trailed further down, before she slowly inserted her index finger. She curled it slightly, pulling louder and more needy moans from your mouth.
Your hips jolted upwards, back arching against the ground. Shinobu grinned softly as she felt your hips meet her wrist. She could feel the way you rocked against the palm of her hand, clearly desperate for more.
Shinobu slowly began to pull her finger out, before re-inserting it. She did this several more times, feeling as your heat dampened her finger rather quickly. Her thumb put pressure against your clit, rubbing it whilst she inserted her middle-finger—stretching you out further.
The sounds of your moans, whimpers and other filthy noises echoing in her office made the already existing heat in her stomach build up more.
“Nnghh—feels so.. So good, Shinobu—haah!” You were barely holding on, already reaching your limit so soon.
Shinobu could tell you were on the verge of your release, therefore she was quick to quicken her pace. “Yeah?” She asked for confirmation, curling her fingers even faster than before, she started to pump them in and out of your walls.
“You wanna come, pretty girl?” She asked, her voice composed and calm despite the slight shake from her own need as she watched your expression, the sight of you getting off on her fingers alone pleased her. “Use your words.”
The command was enough to make you whine, knowing that she would not let you come unless you used your words. “Say it. Do you want to come? Do you wanna be a pretty little thing and come all over my fingers, like a good girl?” She questioned firmly, fingers pumping in and out of you with even more speed than just a few moments ago.
“Gah!” You cried out. “Pleas—Hah—Shinobu—! I wanna..” You moaned loudly, the entire mansion was practically hearing you by now. There would definitely be some questioning looks from the others tomorrow morning.
“You want to do what?” Shinobu questioned, suddenly halting her pace, pulling her fingers out of your soaking cunt—she could sense you were not going to follow her command. Not out of disobedience, but rather you could hardly get a word out.
The sudden loss of her fingers was enough to make you whimper in discontent.
However what happened next was exactly what Shinobu least expected, you came. You came at the sound of her voice alone.
“Oh my.” Were the first two words that came from Shinobu. To say she was shocked, that would be an understatement. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, maybe for you to whine a bit more, before finally getting the proper sentence out.
But you did not, you straight up came at the sound of her voice.
You could feel your face get extremely warm rather quickly, you definitely discovered something… New about yourself. And in the most embarrassing way possible. Not even you realized you had the capacity to be able to come at the sound of Shinobu’s voice.
But you were too caught up in your pleasure to feel the embarrassment too deeply, you rubbed your clit against the other woman’s wrist in a desperate attempt to get more relief.
Shinobu leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "How greedy of you." She murmured, plunging her fingers back into you, deep inside, feeling the tightness and clench around her slender fingers—the sudden movement was entirely unexpected.
It made you whine out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut tightly. "You're so easy to unwind, you know that?" Shinobu murmured against her partner's flushed skin, her touch was teasing, her movements deliberate.
She was enjoying the way you were coming undone under her touch, the way your body responded to her every movement. You gasped as she decided to plunge another finger into you, thumb rubbing your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, lewd and inappropriate sounds filling the office.
Shinobu was completely overstimulating you, given you were still somewhat sensitive from coming just a few moments before she started touching you again. “Hngh—Shin..obu—s’too much..!” You whined audibly, head lulling back as she hovered over top of you.
Your hands gripped at whatever you could, to try and anchor yourself. “You can take it.” Shinobu commanded, she knew you could take it. “Come on, sweet-girl. Take it.” She muttered, empathizing with the end of her words when she hit your sensitive-spot, making you cry out in pleasure.
Tears were starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes, not in a negative way. Shinobu leant down and kissed your forehead as she continued to plunge her fingers in and out. “Are you gonna come for me?” She asked, her voice laced in faux sweetness—as if she hasn’t been teasing you this entire time.
“Pl..Please..” You whimpered gently. “Let me come.. Please.”
You could feel the coil in your belly tighten, walls clenching around her slender finger. Your hands were instinctively clawing at her shoulders, as she brought you to your second orgasm.
Shinobu felt as you released your juices around her fingers, her purple eyes glinting in satisfaction as she slowly pulled them out. “Atta girl,” She praised with a soft smile. Shinobu herself was pleased with just seeing you pleasured and satisfied. Or rather… In this case limp and unmoving, lips parted in slight shock and pleasure.
She adjusted herself to sit back on her ankles, “You did so well for me.” She said with a smile, before rising onto her feet to go get a few things to clean you: and the mess you both made up.
Hashira Fem Reader x Shinobu and we tops her which means I'm asking for NSFW
I would be very glad for that. Thank you!
ꜱᴀʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ
Shinobu Kocho One Shot
X fem reader
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Plot: Shinobu has always led your relationship…until you ask her to kneel. What follows is a reversal of control that tests trust, desire, and how deeply she’s willing to yield for you.
Setting: KNY universe
A/n: Thank you for your request and patience. It’s canon to me that Shinobu is a top. But I was intrigued by this plot. Not to spoil, but to give info: a Harigata is a sex toy that was used in this time period in Japan. I did my research. This might be bad, I’m very gay but my experiences with women are limited—sadly.
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CW: NSFW, smut, power dynamics, switch behavior, penetration, slight praise, begging, One-sided pleasure, oral sex (giving), kinda intimate.
Shinobu always leads with her smile.
It’s soft tonight. The kind that never quite reaches her eyes.
You notice it because you’re used to watching her, how she moves through rooms like she already knows where everything will end up. How she touches you with intention, even when it’s nothing more than fingers brushing your wrist as she passes, the quiet press of her palm between your shoulder blades guiding you forward.
You lead missions. You give orders that people don’t question.
You just don’t do it with her.
Not because you can’t lead. You are a Hashira, after all.
But you like it. You’ve always liked it.
Letting her decide. Letting her hold the reins. That’s just how things go.
Tonight, though, the air feels wrong. Like something unspoken has been sitting between you all day, swelling in your chest until it’s hard to breathe.
You’re in her room at her estate, doors slid shut. No one ever questions your presence here. Just two Hashira, helping one another, discussing missions—they think. Incense burns low, wisteria and something bitter underneath. The lamp casts warm shadows across the tatami mat, across Shinobu where she kneels with perfect posture, folding a strip of cloth with surgical precision.
And you’re the one standing.
That alone feels strange.
Your haori hangs open, darkened at the hem, still smelling faintly of iron and night air. The scar along your collarbone pulls when you breathe, the scar you’re only hyper aware of because, Shinobu traces it with her fingertips on quiet nights.
Nights like these.
Your fingers flex at your sides. You swallow.
“Shinobu.” You mutter.
She hums without looking up.
“Yes, my love?”
That word always does something to you. Heat curls low in your stomach, familiar and traitorous. You take a breath anyway, slow and grounding, like you’re bracing before a plunge.
“I want to ask you something.”
Now she looks up.
Her head tilts just slightly, curiosity sharpening her gaze. You feel it like a blade laid gently against your throat, not threatening but dangerously assessing.
“Go on.”
Your heart kicks hard. You step closer without realizing it, bare feet whispering against the floor until you’re standing just within her space. Close enough to smell her. Close enough that she has to tip her chin up to meet your eyes.
You’ve never made her do that before.
Your voice comes out quieter than you expect. “I… I don’t want to be the one who yields. Just this once.”
Silence.
Not the awkward kind. The heavy, suspended kind. The kind that makes your skin buzz.
Shinobu doesn’t move. Her eyes search your face with unnerving thoroughness, as if she’s dissecting every micro-expression, every flicker of doubt.
Your chest tightens. You rush on before she can speak, before she can dismiss it with a laugh.
“I’m not trying to change us,” you say. “I just—I want to know what it feels like. To have you…” Your throat works. “…listen to me.”
The word lands between you like a held breath.
For a long moment, you think you’ve gone too far.
Then she exhales.
Her shoulders ease but not much, just enough that you notice. She sets the folded cloth aside with deliberate care and rises to her feet. She’s shorter than you, but she’s never felt small.
Until now.
“You’ve always trusted me,” she says softly. “So completely. Even though you lead just as much as I do.” She steps closer, the hem of her sleeve brushes your thigh. The contact is electric. “Did you think I wouldn’t trust you in return?”
Your pulse stutters. “I didn’t know if you could.”
Her smile returns, but it’s different. Sharper at the edges. Something vulnerable flickers beneath it, quick as a cut.
“Then tell me,” she says, meeting your eyes without flinching, “what you want.”
Your hands tremble when you lift them. You hesitate. Shinobu watches you with rapt attention, lips parted just slightly, breath shallow.
You place your hand at her waist.
She stills.
The power in that moment nearly knocks the air from your lungs. The realization that she’s allowing this.
You slide your thumb beneath the edge of her haori, feeling the warmth there, the subtle hitch of her breath. Her hands remain at her sides.
“Kneel,” you say.
The word feels enormous as it leaves you.
You’ve given orders that decided whether people lived or died.
This one feels heavier.
For a split second, doubt flashes across her face.
Then she bends.
The movement is unhurried and graceful. She lowers herself to the tatami, eyes never leaving yours, lashes casting shadows against flushed cheeks. When she settles, spine straight, hands resting loosely on her thighs, something in your chest aches.
You didn’t know you needed this.
Didn’t know how badly.
Shinobu looks up at you, throat exposed, smile gone entirely now. Her voice, when she speaks, is quieter than you’ve ever heard it.
“Is this enough?” she asks. “Or are you afraid to ask for more?”
Your breath shakes. You crouch in front of her, close enough that your knees touch hers. You lift her chin with one finger.
“This,” you whisper, leaning in until your forehead rests against hers, “is everything.”
Her eyes close.
You want to ruin her.
Instead, you gently push her back. Her hands fly out to catch herself, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she lands on her palms.
You follow her down, straddling her hips, pinning her to the mat with your weight. She looks up at you, her pupils blown wide, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
"You’re beautiful like this," you breathe. "Just—breathtaking.”
You hesitate at first.
But—she’s trusting you.
She wants you.
Like this.
You decide to grab her wrists, pulling them over her head and holding them there with one hand. She whimpers, a small, helpless sound that goes straight to your cunt. You grind down against her, the fabric of your pants rubbing against the material of hers. She arches into you, a choked moan tearing from her throat.
"Are you ever going to touch me," she whispers, her voice strained.
You smirk, leaning down to brush your lips against her ear. "Beg," you command, your voice soft but menacing. "I want to hear you beg for me.”
She shudders beneath you, her hips bucking up against yours. "Please," she gasps, her fingers clenching and unclenching where you hold them captive. "Please, I need it. I need you. Treat me right.”
You reward her with a kiss to her earlobe. You release her wrists, sliding your hands down her arms to remove her haori, then to her stomach. You grip the hem of her shirt, and pull it over her head. You quickly undo her bra and slide it off of her with delicacy.
Her breasts spill out, pale and perfect in the warm lamplight. Her nipples are hard, pebbled points that beg for your attention.
You lower your head, taking one into your mouth. You suck, hard, and she moans, her back arching. You flick her nipple with your tongue until she's writhing beneath you, desperate for more.
"Oh," she gasps, her hands flying to your hair, her nails scraping against your scalp. "I need more."
You move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her legs fall open, a silent invitation you're too happy to accept.
You slide down her body, your hands tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist. You pull her bottoms down and off of her ankles. Then you spread her thighs wider, your gaze fixed on the wet, swollen flesh between them.
"Fuck," you murmur, your voice thick with lust. "So wet for me."
You dip your head down, your tongue flicking out to taste her. She cries out, her hips bucking up against your face. You grip her thighs, holding her still. You lick and suck, your tongue delving deep inside her, and coming back up to lap at her clit, fucking her with your mouth.
"God, yes," she groans, her hands fisting in your hair, holding you to her. "Right there, don't stop.”
You can feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in ragged pants. You double your efforts, your tongue finding her clit and circling it relentlessly. She shatters with a loud moan, her body convulsing, her juices flooding your mouth.
You don't give her a chance to recover. You crawl back up her body, your lips crashing down on hers. She kisses you back desperately, her tongue tangling with yours, tasting herself on your lips.
"Thank you," she praises against your mouth, her hands scrabbling at your clothes. "But—I need you inside me."
You sit up, quickly shedding your own clothes with her help. Your own pussy is dripping, aching to be touched.
But that can wait.
You lean over her and reach into a drawer to pull out oil and your favorite harigata. Shinobu reaches up and pinches one of your nipples, earning a pathetic sound from you.
“I’m sorry…I just couldn’t resist.” She says, between giggles.
You shush her by pressing your lips to hers and bring a hand up to pinch one of her nipples. She whines into your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist.” You tease.
You sit up, oil and harigata, in hand. You position yourself between her thighs, the head of the harigata brushing against her slick entrance as you lather it in oil. She whimpers, her hips rolling, trying to draw you in.
"Tell me what you want," you demand.
"Fuck me," she says, her eyes locked on yours. "Please, fuck me."
You drive it into her in one smooth push. She moans, her hips bucking, her nails digging into your arms. You let her adjust, once you see that she’s relaxed, you set a punishing pace. The room fills with the sounds of her wetness, and her desperate cries.
"You like me fucking you like this?" You ask, voice soft, but taunting.
"Yes," she gasps, her head thrashing from side to side. "Yes, it's so good, don't stop."
You can sense that another orgasm is building inside her, her inner muscles clamping down around the harigata. You bring a hand up, your fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with each careful glide. She comes undone with a high pitched squeal, her body shaking uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back in her head.
You fuck her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she's a limp mess beneath you. Only then do you pull it out.
You hover over her, planting kisses on her flushed cheeks and sweaty neck. Then you lay next to her and pull her into your arms, holding her close as she trembles against you.
You press a soft kiss to her forehead, your fingers stroking her sweat-dampened hair. "You did so good," you whisper, your voice gentle.
You've always been one to be aware of Sanemi's hatred towards you, stirring in fear anytime the wind Hashira was nearby. But one day, as luck would have it, a mission arises... with him; and it's one that unexpectedly requires an overnight venture. What's the worst that could happen spending the night together?
wc: 5.4k
cw: dirty talk, overstim, jealousy, p in v, pain, fingering, creampie, cursing, breeding kink, choking (slightly)
a/n: Sorry for the delay in this first writing request! Also, noting I'm still learning how to write smut... plus I've been so tired and depressed lately, so I am so sorry if this isn't the best :( (mental health is so rough omggg but i've been watching fruits basket and trying super hard to be as positive and optimistic as Tohru)
❀ all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them.
🧸 requested by anonymous
This was stupid.
Implicitly, irrevocably stupid. So profoundly vacuous that the moment Pebble opened his beak, you feigned obliviousness. Your fingers busied themselves with the tsuba in a contrived display, hoping that someone, anyone, was closer to the town than you were.
But you should’ve known better — especially with the way Pebble had been consistently conjuring up outbursts in the past few weeks due to his sudden apprehension of being ignored. So, the crow puffed his chest at your disregard, claws scraping lightly against the branch above you as his wings flared with theatrical indignation. “You are to report to Aokiri village!” You turned your back, feet kicking up a scatter of leaves in a poor attempt to drown out the bird’s deafening screech. Pebble, however, accepted the challenge. “You are not busy y/l/n! You are to meet Shinazugawa!”
“Nope.” Your words were low; hatred entwined with the single syllable.
There was no way in hell you would encounter Sanemi. He had made it abundantly clear to everyone that your presence was, in fact, a hindrance on his day-to-day. Each fleeting moment in passing, every thirty-minute Hashira meeting had been stained with insults, glares, and eye rolls. Which meant that if you tagged along on this mission, he would make the rest of the year a living nightmare — his horrid view of you as a partner in battle carved into every second of it.
But Pebble only scoffed at your refusal, the thin patience the crow held for you wound tighter with each transient second. “Orders are from Ubuyashiki — you cannot refuse!”
Fuck.
You were stuck. Thrust into a sick and twisted proposal with no real exit, forced to walk alongside the crow who was beginning to grate on every last nerve you possessed. You tried to ignore each of Pebble’s shouts, but the more you learned of the missing villagers, the harder that became.
It sounded almost surreal: Members of the surrounding villages reported strange glows near grave sites. Faint lights flickering between the headstones and whispers in the dark that resembled the voices of lost loved ones.
It was no wonder the lower-ranking slayers continued to follow the same path as the vanished villagers. Each description of the demon’s ability hinted at something far stronger than the average threat — something nearing the level of an Upper Rank. The kind of monster only a Hashira could realistically handle.
And Shinazugawa was a safe bet. His Wind Breathing technique was volatile and erratic, destructive in ways most slayers couldn’t hope to match. If anyone could dive headfirst into a situation like this, it was him. Which, frankly, pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck with the one coworker who seemed perpetually irritated by your presence, but now you had to watch him work; forced to witness firsthand just how terrifyingly skilled he actually was.
Not that you would ever admit that to him. You’d rather drop dead.
The village was quieter than it should have been. Sure, it was small, but even the coziest places carried a rhythm: Voices echoing between houses, shop owners waving in customers under the crowded paths. Yet here, there was nothing. Only a few sparse flowers tucked in a dirty vase near the vegetable stand.
Even the graveled walkways were scarcely disturbed. Each crunch of your feet a new indent into the pristine streets. It was depressing, really. Witnessing the fear and despondency of the residing citizens. The bouts of futility that lingered from the lack of rescue by the Imperial Army. All that remained was the stench of dread for the future. And unanswered pleas.
But what was worse? Sanemi.
There he stood, palms clasped to his sides as he perked his brow at the young boy standing in front of the medicinal herbs. His hair was unruly, probably from the constant drag of his fingers, and his sword was tucked tightly against his hip. The clasps of his top were unlatched, allowing any human (or demon) he encountered to see the years of scars he’d obtained from the monsters.
“Huh?” His lids narrowed, lips thinned into a tight line. “What do you mean a group of people investigated last night? Are you all that dumb?” His tone was the usual; condescending. As if Shinazugawa was the only one in a thirty-mile radius that obtained solid logic.
The boy almost looked shaken at the outlandish declaration, his eyes jumping from wall to wall to ignore the lingering gaze of pale purple. And as selfish as it was, all you could hope for was the notion that you’d become invisible. That the young kid would skip over the unknown entity coward in the corner.
But you never had good luck.
Sanemi followed his goggled expression, intrigued brows now knitted together in a crease as the realization sank in. He was to be accompanied on this mission. And, of course, it had to be you.
“Why the fuck are you here?” The kid took the well-timed opportunity to bolt. The wind Hashira paid no mind, though. His focus was glued exclusively on you. “Tell me this is an accident.”
“It’s not,” you stepped forward, arms crossed over your chest as you fought back the trembles that threatened to slip from your legs. Fuck he was intimidating. “Ubuyashiki requested me… and you.”
Shinazugawa looked as though he was going to burst into a fit of rage. But he held back, the logical side of his brain etched on public appearance towards the Demon Slayer Corp. Because if he were to make one wrong move, one wrong sign of destruction — his paycheck was bound to eat it.
Besides, last time Sanemi was placed under disciplinary review, he almost went insane.
He mumbled a string of profanities, hand pressed to the hilt of his sword as he scoured the surroundings again. Something he always did when you were near. It didn’t take a genius to detect such displease to your presence; knuckles white from death gripping his weapon, eyes shooting towards something tangible and less... you.
What was it about you that irked him so much?
“Well,” you took your cue. “I’m going to go see if I can track anyone down. And next time Sanemi, please don’t let a witness get away.”
He hated when you used his first name. You knew that. Which is exactly why you did it, watching as his ears turned a shade of red that matched Rengoku’s haori. If he was going to be a dick (like usual) the least you could do in return was poke fun at the bear. It made it all the more entertaining. And easier — you weren’t afraid to admit you were fearful of the wind Hashira. So playing a little game always eased your nerves.
“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
That was the intention at least; getting this all over with. But somehow, someway, Sanemi had managed to scare the very last witness off again.
It all started when you continued forward, knees bending slightly as you placed your hand above the gravel. Initially, you were there to inspect the spill of oil — a clear sign that someone had dropped a lantern in the midst of an escape. But then you felt it: a small pulse underneath the soil.
Huh… weird.
“Um, excuse me,” a wavering voice pulled you from your investigation, causing you to peer above, head tilted slightly to view the tall man who hovered close by. “Do you need help?” He flinched at your innate narrowed stare, clutching a small knife in his hand. His cotton vest bore a single kanji in white: ‘Watcher.’ Perhaps he was the village’s makeshift guard until someone more capable arrived.
“Actually, yes.” You heaved yourself off the ground, palms pressing against your sides to scrape off the few loose rocks that indented themselves in your skin. “Do you know anything about the missing residents?”
“Oh,” the man straightened instantly at that. His previous scared demeanor quickly overshadowed with relief as his eyes scanned your sheathed Nichirin sword. He knew. “Are you with the white-haired man?” You almost gagged. But you nodded anyway. “Some of my neighbors noted that he had shown up a bit earlier today! I’m so glad you came too.”
Great, so he got here a whole hour before you — just one more thing he can irk about later on.
“Your vest, it says you’re a watcher?” He nodded at your query. “Does that mean you know what’s been happening?”
He chewed the inside of his cheek; his pointer directed to the edge of the town. “There’s been witness accounts of small bouts of light coming from over there,” he shifted slightly, leaning closer to your ear, his voice hushed — as if to keep the two children pressed against the cracked door nearby from hearing. “There’ve been… voices too. From dead loved ones.”
Your brow furrowed, thumb rubbing small circles against the hilt of your sword in puzzlement. Voices? Lights? Pebble had mentioned it in the debriefing. But if there were witnesses, people stood nearby to notice each trademark… Well, it sounded more like a serial killer than a demon. Not once had you seen blood demon art that could harbor such purity with such foul intentions. Not to mention leave bystanders alive.
“Has anyone investigated?”
He swallowed, eyes darting nervously. “Yeah… and they never come back.”
You had planned to pry more, your eyes widened up at the man who was now leaned in closer. Each breath he dragged swayed the strands of your hair; and, honestly, he was kind of cute. His brown hair, ruffled and layered, laid just above his lashes. The shade of pink that coated his cheeks only exacerbated the adorable freckles that coated his nose.
Was he single? No, this is probably the wrong time to ask that. “How long has this been happening?”
“A week ago; it only happens every other night, oddly enough.” His distance stayed the same, nose brushed against yours with each swift word. And you had to wonder now — was he doing that on purpose? “Sorry if this is… weird, but can I ask something?”
You nodded. But the poor man was never able to finish his inquisitive wonder. Because Sanemi rounded the corner, eyes wild and swirled with a twinge of darkness that only happened in the midst of battles. “I’m sorry,” his voice was low; sharper than it was before. “Did we lose the goal of this mission?” You didn’t even have time to respond. “If it wasn't apparent,” he continued, gaze flicking briefly between you and the man. “This isn’t a ‘find a husband’ search.”
The villager stiffened instantly. “My apologies!” He stammered, bowing quickly toward Shinazugawa before retreating without another word. You watched him go, irritation flaring: First of all, there was no reason for him to apologize to Sanemi. Second — you had been gathering information.
Crucial information. The one piece of information, actually, that was the cause for the shared room at the inn.
Don’t get it twisted, you did try to plead with the innkeeper; bribe him into splitting you both up. Yet with travelers too afraid to leave, and even fewer willing to pass through, every room but one had been occupied. So, here you were, stretched out atop the shikibuton, staring up at the ceiling as the white-haired man beside you made a very deliberate effort to drag the kakebuton further away from your side.
Which was pointless. The room was far too small.
“Can you move your makura?” you asked, voice edged with vexation. “Preferably… away from mine?”
Sanemi just scoffed. “There’s nowhere else to put it.” He dropped back against his own futon, forearm sliding beneath his head as he shoved the pillow slightly to the side, as if that alone created distance. It didn’t. “Trust me,” he muttered, eyes fixed above. “If I could, I wouldn’t be here.”
“This is so stupid.” You whined. Shinazugawa was quick to grunt in agreement. “What the fuck does the demon even do every other night?”
“How the fuck would I know?”
You shot him a glare. “It was a rhetorical question,” you paused, eyes scanning over his obviously irked demeanor. “If you don’t know what that is, it’s—”
“I know what that is!” There was a moment of silence after his outburst. A quietude that you felt grateful for. Until Sanemi decided to make it a one man show — once again. “Shit, you’re a distraction.” Your fingers stilled against the fabric of the kakebuton. And slowly, your head turned, observing as the scarred Hashira kept his gaze on the plafond. “No fucking clue why you’re here.”
“A distraction?” You repeated.
You couldn’t believe it. There was no way in hell you were a distraction. If anything, he was. All Sanemi did was scare off every witness. Not to mention consistently groan in protest to your arrival. Which, from what Mitsuri told you, was completely out of character for him. But maybe Obanai wasn’t the most trustworthy informant when it came to the love Hashira. He was probably too distracted by her presence to actually delve into the hell he faced with his co-worker.
“Yeah.”
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, brows raised in utter astonishment. “That’s funny,” you mumbled. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“Didn’t realize I needed permission to point out the obvious.” He retorted.
Oh, you wanted to punch him. No, worse — you wanted to leave him for dead. There was absolutely zero evidence to support his claim. “What are you even talking about?”
“Seriously?” His head flit to the side, the corner of his right iris peering at you over the scrunched makura. “I had to keep you from kissing a total stranger.”
That’s what this was about? His entire exasperation in this very moment had to do with the notion that the villager… stood too close? “Excuse me?” You leaned forward, strands of hair cascading over your cheek as you eyed the Hashira mere inches beneath you and to the right. “I was gathering information. Like we planned.”
“Information on something, I bet.”
That was the final straw. You could deal with his ignorance in Hashira meetings, deal with the fact that every time you stepped in a room he left. For fuck’s sake, you could deal with the fact that everyone knew just how much he despised you — no matter how humiliating it was. But this? This was beyond that. Because now, he was insulting your morals.
Well, sure… You did think he was attractive. And yes, the thought of asking if he was single had crossed your mind. But you didn’t. That counts for something. “Even if he was attractive,” you said. “I wasn’t going to jeopardize the mission. Every slayer knows work comes before anything else.”
“The fuck did you just say?” Shinazugawa propped up on his arms, the swirls in his pale purple eyes turning closer to a shade of a ripe plum. “Attractive?”
Of course he completely glazed over the rest of the sentence.
“Yes.”
He surged forward, the futon shifting beneath him as he leaned in, closing the distance in an instant. But it was too fast, too close — your breath caught, a flicker of defensive instinct tightening in your chest as his presence loomed over you. And for half a second, you thought he might actually hit you. “That’s your type?”
Okay, this steered completely off topic. “Again, what are you talking about?”
“Your type is ugly dark-haired men.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he kept going. “I’ve seen the way you hang with Tomioka. He’s ugly. And has dark hair.”
And you couldn’t help it. You laughed. You doubled-over, hand clasped to the Hashira’s shoulder as your head swiveled down, your shoulder bouncing with each drag of breath. “Tomioka is the only one that will train with me when asked.” But Shinazugawa didn’t laugh with you. And he sure as hell didn’t crack a smile. His gaze stayed locked on you — and, against his will, dipped just slightly as your chin lifted again. The quick flick of your tongue across your lower lip definitely didn’t help either. “How do you even know this? You leave every room I walk into unless you’re forced.”
“Obanai.”
Huh, it seems Obanai was everyone’s messenger when it came to things they had no business in knowing.
And, really, that should’ve been your first sign. The first inclination that Sanemi’s reason for distance was not due to your ‘lack’ of skills. But you were too caught up in the moment — too distracted by the humor of it all. Too focused by the absurdity in the way the whites of his eyes began to web with faint vessels, twitching with every flicker of irritation.
“Laugh it up,” His voice turned rougher, like something was sitting wrong in his throat. Or, more accurately, as if one flawed tone, one wrong slip up, and his secret would spill. “Didn’t realize that was your standard.”
You should’ve pulled away after your laughter subsided. Created some sort of distance between the two of you. Hell, that’s exactly what you would’ve done two days ago. But if you were being realistic, this wouldn’t have even been a predicament — because Sanemi would’ve never let you get this close. And he sure wouldn’t have allowed you to brace your palm over the broad part of his shoulder. “Why does it matter?”
“It doesn’t.” He kept still, eyes lasering through the thick of your orbits. “Hashira operate under different rules when it comes to being with commoners."
“Not when it comes to sex.”
Sanemi’s lid convulsed, something volatile flickering beneath the surface as he leaned impossibly closer — close enough that the ridges of his scars brushed faintly against the fabric of your yukata. His hand pressed into the futon beside you, bracing his weight, caging you in with full oblivion. Because if he had half a mind, he’d maintain any sliver of distance. “You can’t just—” His voice faltered, the words catching unexpectedly as his jaw tightened. “sleep with strangers?”
“I never said I wanted to,” you corrected, steady despite the way your pulse had begun to climb. “I was just stating that the rules around sex aren’t the same as marriage.”
Sanemi stared at you. Really stared. Like he was trying to pick apart every word you’d just said — and getting more irritated the longer he thought about it. “You think that makes it better?”
Your brows knitted together slightly. Honestly, you didn’t even understand why he was so upset about the logical part of your solution. Sure, sex with strangers wasn't the most ideal; diseases and unwarranted pregnancies could always arise. But it seemed way better than marriage. Besides, men usually lacked emotional maturity needed for such a long-term commitment. “I’m just being realistic.”
“Realistic?” His fingers clutched the fabric beneath him, knuckles whitening as the tendons in his hand pulled tight. “Is that what your mind thinks of?”
Truthfully, that was a very personal query. Of course you thought about it. Every Hashira probably has. Especially Tengen with his three wives. But no one really… discussed it. “Well, um,” you were stammering. And each delay of the answer only solidified his initial notion. Which, somehow, shifted his expression. As if he was filling in the blanks himself, and none of the conclusions were helping his mood. So you pivoted. “Do you?”
“What?” His eyes narrowed, the ends of his lips downturned at the sudden transfer in discussion.
Good, you managed to deflect. “Do you think about sex?”
Sanemi blinked. Once. Then twice before the tips of his ears twinged into a shade of deep red. It was obvious he wasn’t prepared for the switch of his inquiry. A flicker of satisfaction sparked in your chest. And maybe you would’ve pushed it further, pressed the advantage, watched him unravel under the pressure of it. But his gaze dropped; lower than you anticipated.
Your lips. He was staring directly at your lips.
And it wasn’t the casual glance, the one you do when you’re displaying listening intent. It was more. His jaw pulled, brows tugged together like something in his mind had gone haywire — and he was irritated with himself, with you, with whatever had him frozen there instead of pulling away like he should have.
“... Sanemi?”
His teeth ground together, the tension in his body coiling tighter as his fists pressed deeper into the blanket beneath you, fabric bunching beneath the strain. You could tell he looked to be in agony; like he was desperately trying to ground himself, hold himself back from… Well, you weren’t exactly sure.
“Don’t say my name again.” Even his sentence came out pained. And suddenly — you were aware of everything: Your hand on his shoulder, the heat between you, the way his face had drifted closer without you noticing.
An inch. That was all it would take.
And that didn’t make any sense: This was Shinazugawa. The Hashira who avoided you. Who left rooms just to escape your presence. Who met you with insults and indifference at every turn. He never wanted you around. So why wasn’t he moving away?
“Why?” You weren’t even sure what you were asking anymore; Why wasn’t he moving? Why didn’t he want you to say his name?
Either way, it didn’t matter. He ignored it entirely. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it.” Your breath hitched. The admission sat heavy between you, honest in a way nothing else he’d said had been. But surely he wasn’t saying what you thought he was saying… “And it’s a distraction,” he continued, jaw shifting. “That’s why I avoid it.” Your chest tightened, because he didn’t need to spell it outright. Didn’t need to clarify. You understood.
By it — He meant you.
And you’d be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it too. The way his hands would clasp around your neck, his movements drilling into you with such force that your eyes would innately roll back. It would be volatile; rough. There would be no care for your wellbeing — just Sanemi chasing his own high as he watched you unravel beneath him.
But it was a fantasy. A fleeting moment of imagery while you touched yourself in your own estate. Because there was no world in which Sanemi would lay a finger on you. For fuck’s sake, he hardly even looked at you.
You opened your mouth to retort something sarcastic. Say anything that could shift the conversation back to his usual irritation with you. Yet all you could do was gawk. Irises traveling down his lips and to his exposed chest; the diabolical images now displayed proudly in your mind.
No — no, this wasn’t okay. How dare you feel the warmth pool between your thighs. Shinazugawa warranted nothing more than a slap to his face… his beautiful, sculpted and scarred face.
Oh my gosh you were losing it. There was no reason for this excitement. You hated Sanemi; loathed him with every ounce of your being. Sure, you imagined him naked on the rare occasion. And sure, you had noted that he was attractive the first time you met. But you had learned to push those feelings down; learned the notion that Shinazugawa saw you as nothing but a burden. Yet, here you were; legs shifted beneath the blanket, hoping that whatever dampened your undergarments was nothing more than the start of your period.
But who were you kidding, you weren’t due for two more weeks.
“Something bothering you?” Your eyes trailed back up to his face, observing as he adorned a rare smirk. It was the same expression you had only noted once; the single moment in passing as you heard him tease Obanai for gifting Mitsuri new socks after she ruined the first pair.
He knew.
Sanemi fucking knew.
And he was reveling in it, finding absolute pleasure in the way your knees brushed together to obtain some sort of friction to distract yourself from the fluttered heartbeat between your legs. But the more you tried to conceal the explicit anticipation, the more Shinazugawa pressed forward. His nose touched yours; the plump of his lips brushed slightly against your skin.
It was wrong. All of this was irrevocably inapt. And Sanemi understood that. He knew the consequences of Hashira romance, the constant turmoil that followed due to death and lack of time. Even his brain was shouting at a high octave, attempting to halt the insanity that was about to ensue: The amygdala displayed a horrid future — you dead, strewn on your back as blood seeped from your lungs. And the only thing Shinazugawa could do was watch. Witness the last moment he’d ever lay eyes on you again.
But that image wasn’t a fact. It was fear; fear of the unknown. And Sanemi hated that. He prided himself on his ability to dive head first with no terror. So, if ripping your clothes to shreds meant he’d conquer trepidation? All well.
Besides, it was a bonus that he’d make you forget about the commoner who stood too close to you.
He’d just reap the repercussions later.
His palm released the scrunched cloth, finger dragging over the kakebuton as it neared the dip in your borrowed yukuta. It was a silly thing — your initial idea of wearing pajamas was a sigh of relief due to its comfort. But now? Now all you wished for was a pound of fabric shielding the way your chest trickled with goosebumps. The telltale sign that, whatever Sanemi was doing, had some sort of impact on your body.
“Someone nervous?” Of course you were nervous. Not once did this idea flash inside your mind. The only thing you anticipated was snarky remarks and ignorance. You didn’t prep for… this. But it seemed Sanemi had thought about this moment a bit too much. His mouth watered in excitement; eyes darting at every inch of exposed skin. “Odd. I thought casual sex was… what did you say? Realistic.”
Ugh, curse your loud mouth.
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, knees still pressed together to keep the rapid heartbeat from quickening further. Still, the wind Hashira wasn’t oblivious. And besides, your lack of refusal as he unfastened your yukuta was all the agreement he needed to move forward. So, before you knew it, he had mounted on top of your bare body, scarred chest pressed to yours as his digit dragged along your folds.
“Tsk,” his pointer dipped just slightly, pressing your slick inwards. “Already this wet? Don’t tell me you’re this easy.” Even in the heat of the moment he was being condescending; which warranted a punch. But you’d be lying if that didn’t hasten the throb between your legs. And you’d be even more of a prevaricator if you didn’t admit that Sanemi could feel it. “If you’re going to be such a distraction,” his lips brushed the curve of your jaw, breath soft against the lobe of your ear. “The least you could do is relieve the pressure you fucking curse other people with.”
Without warning his thumb dipped in the confines of your walls, an agonizing stretch that forced a whine out of your throat. It was cruel, really. The way Shinazugawa had seemed to completely dismiss the notion of benignity in intercourse. Yet, once again, your body betrayed you — hips bucked in the air, palms pressed flat against his haori. “You like the pain?” Your head nodded innately. “That idiot definitely wouldn’t have known that.”
Idiot?
“Huh, w—” Your query was cut short as he replaced his thumb with his middle finger, curling it ever so slightly until it pressed against the pattern of your gummy tissue — the very spot that made stars speckle across your vision. “Nemi’ hold — nghhh — on.”
You didn’t mean to give him a nickname. But you could hardly form a coherent sentence; a shortened version of his title seemed reasonable enough to get your point across. Yet Sanemi stilled. His once rhythmic pace overshadowed with a faint twitch. “What… What did you just call me?”
“... Nemi’?”
Sanemi groaned in pleasure at the sound of your voice; forehead pressed to your collarbone as he continued to thrust his fingers with intense precision. And if it wasn’t clear before; this was why he created distance. The exact reason why he avoided you. Because he couldn’t contain himself; too aware that a slight change of your tone would have you trapped beneath him as he pummeled himself to ecstasy. But here you were — served on a platter for him in the shared room.
Plus, how could he let your crude imaginations be entwined with the man who happened to stumble upon you this afternoon?
The very commoner who almost asked you out on a date. Pathetic.
Shinazugawa’s eyes blurred with hatred; the idea of another person fueling your pleasure was a complete disgrace to him. So what if he ignored you? So what if he wasn’t your boyfriend? You still belonged to him. And any inclination of another man’s touch vindicated rage.
Which was why you practically shouted as something much… bigger unexpectedly slipped deep within you. A frustrated blow to your walls that bordered pain more than pleasure. Oh how oblivious you were to the unclasping of his belt, the way he fumbled with his pants while his right hand continued to create some sort of relief for the tightening knot deep within your abdomen. “Such… a fucking — aghhh,” Sanemi’s breath became ragged the more he moved his hips. “Distraction.”
Moans spilled from your throat, the occasional cry of agony etched in between the sounds of rapture as his nails dug into your hips, keeping you stationed to withstand the increasing brutalized pace he began to set. “Who do you think about?”
His words were almost lost. Your muddled brain too focused on the near snap of the knot. Not to mention the squelches of wetness and slaps of skin that reverberated off the cramped corridor. “W-what?”
“Alone,” his right hand made its way to your throat, tightening ever so slightly as his thumb and pointer cupped your jaw, tilting your head to look up at him. “Fuck — who do you think about… alone at night?”
You shouldn’t have answered. Shouldn’t have admitted the occasional late night pleasure that came from him. But you were too drunk on bliss to think of reason. “You.”
And that was all it took. The single word that made him snap his hips in an agonizing way until he got to observe a stream of tears spill from your eyes; cheeks painted in a rosy shade of pink. But still, Sanemi needed more. He needed to hear your sniffles, observe as your eyes rolled back with each shaky sob.
He needed to witness the effect he bestowed on you. Something no one else could ever dream of achieving.
He shifted his right hand down to your thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder to deepen his momentum. Your irises bulged, the feeling of his length deep in your stomach prevalent. It was plain from the get-go that Sanemi was showing zero mercy for you, your eyes consistently brimming with salty tears that leaked with every thrust. “Shit, you’re so…” he grunted, tongue dragging his lower lip and brows creased in concentration. “Tight.”
“Nemi’.” You whined, nails clawed deep within the kakebuton beneath you. There was no way in hell you were going to last another thirty seconds — not with the way his tip pummeled against your g-spot. “You’re gonna make me… nghhh.”
But what came next was a surprise. Or, more accurately, a slip-up of Sanemi's true intentions. “Maybe I should get you pregnant, hm?” A moan caught in your throat, your breath jagged while you stared wide-eyed at the Hashira. And normally, you would’ve screeched in horror at his erratic statement. The absurdity of the comment so outlandish it warranted nothing more than a scolding. Yet right now? The idea of him stuffing you full was more important than anything else — the ache in your abdomen something that could only be fulfilled with his warmth. “Then… oh fuck — no one will look at you.”
It was wrong. The way his declaration took you over the edge, fingers grasping at the fabric beneath you while your sclera took over for your rolled back irises. And the flutter against his dick? The string of thoughts that allowed everyone to know you were his? Yeah, that fucked him
He cursed under his breath, doubling-over and tightening his grasp around your neck as his rhythm stuttered, his hips carelessly hitting your ass as he spilled inside. His groan was gruff, teeth clenched together to bite back the overwhelming wash of ecstasy that overcame the months of pent-up tension.
“If one more person looks at you. I’m seriously going to get you pregnant. Got it?”
ᥫ᭡ No one, and I mean no one among the Slayers, knows you exist. Sanemi takes great care to hide you from his peers. In his eyes, keeping you hidden from this part of his life is important for your protection.
ᥫ᭡ Naturally, his colleagues the pillars sometimes suspect a romance taking place in Sanemi's life. After all, how could someone who was often aggressive have become so passive at times?
ᥫ᭡ In his eyes, you were the one who managed to see through his aggressive behavior. Despite all those defense mechanisms, often seen as flawed by others, you persevered to prove to him that he was still a good man. And your efforts paid off.
ᥫ᭡ Your wedding was a quiet affair. There were only a few members of your family, and no one from Sanemi's. You knew about his terrible past; he had told you all about it after several months of dating. So you had hoped to see his younger brother at your wedding, but no such luck.
ᥫ᭡ It was only after the ceremony that you saw Sanemi's crow fly away with a letter in its beak. And that's how, a few days later, Genya came to your house while Sanemi was out to congratulate you on your marriage.
ᥫ᭡ You had always liked the young boy; he was the only person among the slayers who knew about your relationship with your husband. And you always hoped their relationship would improve.
ᥫ᭡ But in the meantime, you're enjoying your happy days with your husband. Your new routine has settled in: you go to work during the day and come back in the evening. You cook in peace and quiet, and when Sanemi returns in the middle of the night, you're asleep by the door because you were waiting for him. Of course, he doesn't hesitate to scold you in the morning, telling you not to wait for him, but his words go in one ear and out the other.
ᥫ᭡ Your evenings together are spent in bed, lying together. Sanemi dozes while you gently trace his many scars: his face, his torso, his hands... These are often seen as unsightly by others, but for you, they were the marks of an endless battle that your husband had survived. And whenever the opportunity arises, you kiss them delicately, under Sanemi's tender gaze.
— GIYUU was woken up by a bunch of panting and whines being heard throughout the room grumbling as he opened his eyes to face a dark ceiling. he blinked a couple of times to adjust before freezing in place hearing a soft moan call out his name. “tomi ..” you whined squeezing your legs together, shifting in the bed as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion was there something wrong? he started to question but groaned a little feeling you back into him with another moan…were you having a dirty dream?. by another buck in your hip grinding against him answered his own question.
you were dreaming about how his long tinder fingers are wrapped around your throat with his dick pushing deep inside you, with heavy breathing..withchoked whimpers— his cock twitched hearing you moan again feeling your ass against him with a shaky breath. he was always a fool for your sounds, it would always make him hard and flustered. your needy moans and were making himself needy. he needed you. he didn't know what came over him but the sounds you were making were intoxicating. he groaned under his breath pulling your hips towards his harden cock moving them to grind against his cock with a small moan, “shit..” he slid his hands to the hem of your pants, tugging them off rather needlessly, pulling the blanket off you exposing your pussy.
you were already so wet.
tomioka cussed under his breath trailing his hand to his pj bottoms tugging them off in one go exposing his hard member, he didn’t even have to prep considering you were already soaked. he took his cock into his hand slowly stroking it, lining himself up with your hole, desperately sliding into you moaning breathlessly feeling you tightened around him thrusting at a slow pace, gripping your hips with his face in between your neck pecking your soft skin. you moaned lowly feeling something big get pushed into you, thinking it was part of the dream till you felt a hand grip your throat making you choke a gasp snapping your eyes wide open only to feel them roll back against your skull feeling a harsh thrust go into you, it took you a second to realize tomioka was pushed inside you fucking you from behind.
you could barley get a word out without it turning it into moan, feeling him thrust hard into you at a mild pace hands gripping your neck. tomioka knew you were awake by the way you were tightening around him but kept quiet, he wasn’t that much of a talker during sex but it was never a bother. you whimpered feeling his hand tighten around your throat, “tomi..please.” he raised a brow with a hum, “hm?.” you bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, “I-I wanna see you..please let me see you.” you cringed slightly to yourself hearing such a whiney voice but you wanted to see him fuck you, you wanted to see it all, wanted to see his pretty face as he desperately fucked your hole wanting to get you and himself off. with a hum in response he pulled out for a slight second to flip you on your back being face to face. he looked so submissive yet dominant at the same time, his hair was messy due to bed hair, his dark blue eyes were barely shown as his eyes were half lidded sliding back into you inhaling sharply, thrusting again.
“mmhh...” he moaned, panting, gripping your thighs as he watched him slide in and out of you perfectly. “you did this..” he finally said with a slight groan picking up the pace a little, your legs shook at the sudden speed making it hard for you to form a sentence, “all your fault..all your f-fucking fault.” he whined feeling himself about to cum, you clenched around him feeling your knot come in as well, “I’m coming..i’m gonna cum.” you panted gripping and digging your nails into his back as your legs twitched, feeling it come any second, letting your eyes roll back. he grinned slightly kissing your exposed chest mumbling,
“cum with me.”
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— TENGEN wasn’t that much of a heavy sleeper but it did take him a few minutes to be woken up from your sudden sounds. you were laid in front of him, his bigger arms are wrapped around your waist, as you cuddled makio whose back was turnt to you. he was woken up from small pants, to whines leaving your mouth as well as your twitching. tengen blinked a couple of times to adjust to it but his ears perked up hearing another moan, he furrowed his eyebrows confused of what you could possibly be dreaming about till it clicked when he felt your legs rub together bucking your hips back. he clicked his tongue with a smirk on his face.
humming to himself he looked around the bed to see everyone sound asleep with suma behind him turning back to see makio and hina facing away from you and him. taking this as an advantage he smirked to himself, pulling your form closer to his body so your ass is pressed up against him, hearing your breathing get heavier he wasted no time to trail his hand down your stomach, twitching from the feeling of his hand, continuing to trail them to your clothed pussy. he pressed his hand against you to feel you’re wet,
just by dreaming made you this wet? oh how pathetic.
he clicked his tongue in annoyance sliding his hand into your panties feeling your juices drench his fingers. working slowly he rubbed at a slow pace seeing if you would wake up to him playing with you, your eyebrows knitted together trying to rub your thighs together only to get denied by a hand in between them. you jolted forward snapping your eyes open, feeling a pinch on your clit to stuffing two fingers inside you. before you could slip out a moan a hand covered your mouth pushing your head back, “shh..” tengen’s voice echoed through your ears, as a muffled moan was the only thing that was heard as he grinned pecking down your neck, “you don’t wanna wake everyone up now do you princess?” he purred, pumping his fingers in and out hearing a muffled whine, you gripped tightly along his hand trying to keep yourself from waking up your wives. you twitched, tightening around his finger slowly starting to grind against them letting your eyes roll back, you swore you felt yourself become light headed from the lack of oxygen you were receiving.
but you knew if he uncovered your mouth right here right now by the way his fingers were perfectly fucking you, you were gonna end up waking everyone up. you were so deep into thoughts you moaned a little louder feeling his fingers pick up the pace, it was so painful yet so good. your moans were becoming more louder in his hand that they sounded like loud muffled as you tried to contain yourself, soon enough you felt that familiar knot form in your stomach. you were gonna cum. you badly wanted to cum but at the same time didn’t want to, you didn’t wanna wet the bed where everyone is SLEEPING, you shot your shaky hand to his wrist to try to get him to stop afraid you were gonna cum any minute now. trngen raised a brow from the sudden hand. “you tryna stop me?” he scoffed in your ear as you whined in response. yes you idiot! If i came now i’m gonna wet the entire bed, in response of your interference he curled his fingers perfectly hitting that one spot that has you over edge.
you breathed in a heavy breath gripping his wrist from the sudden wave of pleasure. tengen smirked leaning his head to start attacking your neck with love marks, “cum for me sweetheart..don’t try to stop me.” he mumbled sucking on your soft skin, you knew he was right he was so right. you wanted to cum you needed to cum,,you were going over the edge and you knew if he kept going you were gonna-
oh God..
“there you go baby.. made such a mess on my fingers.” he chuckled, pulling back from your neck trailing his kisses to your shoulder as you panted trying to calm yourself down from your orgasm. you came hard, it was all over his fingers, your thighs and the bed sheets. do you regret messing up your comforter? nope! when you felt yourself calm down tengen pulled his fingers out of you seeing your juices drenched all over his painted hand, he grinned bringing them towards his mouth licking them clean groaning from the taste of it, “you taste so sweet princess.” he teased, you rolled your eyes groaning tiredly,
“shut up.”
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— RENGOKU woke up by your body twitching and shifting with your legs and body jolting as heavy pants were being left from your mouth, he furrowed his eyebrows sitting up to place a hand ontop of your forehead feeling how hot it was. Are you sick? Do you have fever? All these worried questions went through his mind before he froze in place hearing his name being moaned out as you gripped the bed sheets underneath you, it took him a minute to realize what was happening. You were having a dirty dream weren’t you? He hummed soundly to himself letting his eyes trail over your body, your tank top was half way slid up exposing your hip bone, your hands gripping the bed sheets, your chest heaving up and down from the heavy breaths, pj shorts exposing your thighs and a wet patch that was soaking through. His breath hitched as his eyes were locked on your drenched shorts, you looked so..fuckable and submissive. You were the only one to get the so mighty flame hashira to act like a different person, just by seeing your body looking like that he felt his dick twitch in his pj bottoms,
Fuck. What were you dreaming about?
You wanted him, you were so desperate for him, you needed him so fucking bad. Kyojuro was thinking to himself if he should do it or not, he didn’t want to take advantage of you while you were sleep but damn, he was itching to touch you and give you what you wanted. He tried to hold himself back but the more he heard your whines and moans he couldn’t help himself, it was intoxicating to him, you were practically calling for him,“Fuck..” He whispered before crawling in between your legs lifting your thighs up to wrap them around his waist leaning down towards your chest giving them small pecks as he softly rubbed your thighs.
You moaned quietly from the small gesture starting to come back to reality feeling his kisses work their way up to your neck. You were awaken with a dark ceiling and big body ontop of you, you blinked a couple of times but your eyes fluttered feeling his boner rub against your clothed pussy, unexpectedly you moaned softly again now gripping ontop his forearm, “Kyojuro..what are you..” You started but got caught off by his mouth being ontop of yours, it was rough yet gentle at the time. You moaned into his mouth feeling him turned his head to deepen the kiss more moving in sync with yours, he trailed his free hand to the hem of your pj shorts along with your panties tugging them down in one swift go, shivering from the coldness hitting your bare pussy he moved his hand to the hem of his boxers and pj pants tugging them off aswell.
He groaned into your mouth stroking himself before lining up with your hole. He moaned soundly feeling your substance coat his dick as he slid in slowly, he pulled back from the kiss moving down to lay his head on your shoulder squeezing his eyes shut, “Oh fuck..” He moaned, chuckling breathlessly. “Can’t believe you’re wet from having a dream. You wanna share with me what got you like this firefly?” He questioned eyes on you as you could barley hold eye contact with him, you didn’t wanna share with him you were too embarrassed to do so.
But you knew if you did tell him what was happening he would give it to you..oh just thinking about it is giving you butterflies. You bit your bottom, flustered holding eye contact with his fiery ones, “You talking me through my orgasms..fucking me deep.” You said shyly watching his eyes turn into a a darker shade of red and yellow, lust clouding around his pupils, “Yeah?” He asked tilting his head up slightly glaring into your eyes watching them flutter as he thrusted into you in and out at a slow pace, “Y-Yes!.” You screamed feeling your g-spot getting abused over and over again, he smiled interlocking your guys hands together pinning them to the bed. “You like when i talk you through your orgasms?” Yes yes you loved it, you nodded your head with a small whine, Kyojuro clicked his tongue seeing how much of a mess you were becoming.
He picked up the pace a little, groaning himself, feeling you clench around him every time he pushed back into you, by the way your legs stiffened Kyojuro’s head tilted with a grin. “You’re close aren’t you?” You nodded your hand, clenching your hand against his, holding a tight grip as your back arched off the bed. You were so close, so so close, Kyojuro leaned down towards your ear shivering from the breath that hit your ear, “Cum for me then, I know you can cum for me right baby?” He questioned, again nodding your head squeezing your eyes shut, feeling it come closer, “Come on baby, paint me pretty.” The way he was groaning and breathing hard into your ear was gonna make you release just by that, you gripped tighter around his hand finally feeling your orgasm hit. Soon twitching feeling him also hit his orgasm spilling into you pushing himself all the way in burrowing far and deep, there was nothing but heavy breathes being heard throughout the room.
Kyojuro pulled back to stare into your eyes with a grin, “You did so good for me.” Embarrassed, you turned your head to side avoiding his stare, with a grin of yours.
“M’always good for you.”
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— SANEMI was awakened from his slumber to moans and whimpers, a devilish grin was on his face upon hearing the unholy sounds, he couldn’t even be mad that he was woken up when hearing you moan and whimper like a bitch in heat. He looked over to your side of the bed to spot you moving, squeezing your legs, gripping the bed sheets panting heavy chest heaving up and down from fast breaths and whines. What were you dreaming about to get yourself like this?
Clicking his tongue with amusement he didn’t bother to wake you up, instead he slid off the covers exposing your so fuckable frame. He raised a brow when he spotted a wet spot on your panties, “What could you possibly be dreaming about to get so wet like this?.” He scoffed trailing his scarred hand to the hem of your panties, sliding them down seeing you soaked everywhere, “Fuck.” He groaned at the sight, you looked so damn good, so good he wanted to taste you not giving a damn if he woke you up. Without any more thinking he leaned down towards your pussy taking it in his mouth, he held onto your thigh with a tight grip as he flicked his tongue against your folds, he moaned at your taste coating his tongue.
Feeling a warm tongue flick against your folds you jolted forward shooting your eyes open from the sudden feeling. You were always a light sleeper, so you thought it wasn’t anything till it began to lick your clit, “Oh my g-..” Couldn’t finish your sentence before it got choked with a moan, you looked down spotting your white haired boyfriend, face stuffed with pussy as he did work with his tongue. You groaned slightly moving your hand towards his hair gripping it, “Fuck you..” You snarled but whimpered feeling his nails dig into your thigh, he chuckled against your folds sending shivers down your back, arching from the bed. “I already am, you damn brat.” He said cockily, you rolled your tired eyes leaning more into your pillow taking in the pleasure you were receiving, “Did you really have to do this while i was sleep?” You questioned and he nodded his head, “You were the one who was having a dirty dream, waking me out of my slumber. But speaking of the dream what were you dreaming about?”
You whimpered tensing up. Did you really get caught? I mean DUH you were moaning and whining into the man’s ear! You gripped the bed sheets feeling embarrassment start to cloud your mind. Did you really wanna tell him? He was gonna tease the hell out of you, making you more embarrassed than you already were! The silence you were giving him was making him irritated, he never liked silenced whenever he asked a question to someone. He snarled pulling back, pinching your clit making you flinch, “Sanemi!” You whined, he rolled his eyes sitting up now making eye contact with you, hovering over your body. His stare made you freeze in place seeing lust and hunger cloud in his eyes as he watched you like his prey, “I asked you a question, now answer it.” He said with a soft tone but a pissed off face, there was no way out now. You bit your bottom lip looking away from him, “Sucking you off as you praise me.” You mumbled quietly but somehow he heard your confession smirking, “Oh really now? You wanna suck me off while I praise you baby? Is that what got you so wet?.” He purred trailing his warm fingertips along your hip and exposed tummy, shivering from the gesture nodding your head in response. “Yes.” You want him so fucking bad you can’t help yourself but to let your body move on it’s own, you lifted your arms to wrap around his neck looking up at him with desperation, “Can i? I wanna please you Nemi,”
You were really testing his patience with that tone of yours you always do whenever you want something. He found it annoying how it would always work on him, he spoiled you so much that at this point he can’t tell you no- especially when looking like that. A needy little whore that gets what she wants, you tugged him down pressing your chest against his muscular one leaning up towards his ear. “Please Nemi? Lemme be good for you,” The desperation and neediness that was in your tone made his dick harden in his sweats, it was aching to get touched to get sucked by your pretty plumped lips. He couldn’t help himself but growl lowly having enough of this,
Everything happened so fast, you were on your knees, hands on his thigh with his dick in your mouth bobbing your head up and down. You could only take so much due to him being big, Sanemi grinned down holding your hair in his hands gripping it, “You’re doing so good for me darling.” He moaned bucking his hips forward making you slightly gag around his length, you squeezed your legs together itching to touch yourself hearing him praise you. Seeing your hand grip onto his thigh he knew how bad you wanted to touch yourself, you were just itching too but held back wanting to please your boyfriend and only him. The wind Hashira threw his head back cussing under his breath feeling your tongue lick his tip, “S-Shit..you naughty girl.” He groaned grinning to yourself, “You think you can take more of me?” He questioned, for a moment you thought to yourself, could you really take all of him? You could only fit a good 4 inches out of 8 in your mouth but if you wanted to please him and show him how you are for him you’re gonna have to, besides that dirty dream you were having was slowly coming true.
You nodded your head in response breathing in feeling the rest of him get pushed into your mouth making you gag around him sending vibrations through him. You closed your eyes letting him push in and out of your mouth feeling tears start to swell, he panted heavily smirking seeing a tear go down your face. “You look so pretty when you start crying you know.” He chuckled moving his hips at a decent pace, you looked so fucking pretty on your knees in front of him, with tears going down your face taking all of his length into your mouth. It was starting to get too much for you feeling his hand push your head with the rhythm he was going as he fucked your mouth, you gripped his thigh digging your nails into his skin. Sanemi tilted his head lingering his eyes towards you, “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already? I thought you wanted to be good for me baby.” You moaned in response trying to shake your head no but couldn’t due to your mouth being stuffed, he raised a brow tugging you away from his dick seeing you pant heavy with tears wetting your face.
You looked so pathetic in front of him.
“I do wanna be good for you, but you’re too big..” You said shyly making him raise a brow, he scoffed at the response trailing his hand from your hair to your neck wrapping his hand around it with a tight grip making your eyes widened, “Oh but weren’t you the one that wanted to suck me off? That sounds like an excuse to me,” He growled glaring into your eyes as you tried to get him to let go, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna start crying again? Am I being too harsh on you?” He asked with a fake tone, chuckling, “Be a good little whore for me and finish what you started, yeah?” He finally let go of your neck making you breath heavy trying to get your oxygen back, you gripped your pj bottoms nodding your head slowly, he grinned.
Warnings : female!user, user is bratty and dramatic, Shinobu is mean a tease, smut with little to no plot, a bit of choking, nipple-play, fingering, edging, user comes at the sound of Shinobu's voice, overstimulation, feminine compliments used; stunning, beautiful, nickname usage; dear, pretty girl, good girl. Aftercare is not written, but it's Shinobu, so it definitely happens!! <3
A/N : we're definitely not going to talk about the fact this took me 3 WEEKS to write, because I wanted to write my girl perfectly. I honestly feel like I write foreplay better than anything else 😭
word-count: 3.2k
Read with caution—I am not responsible for what you read online, please read the warnings. This is NSFW. Other than that, I hope you enjoy ♡. Remember to stay hydrated & eat healthy, have a lovely day/night, my cuties !
Getting Shinobu’s attention whilst she’s trying to work was like—in simple terms, talking to a wall. You had been trying to get her attention for the last hour and fifty minutes, but she just let out a hum in response every now and then. Other than that, not an ounce of acknowledgment. She was working diligently on multitasking between making more poison and some paperwork she had ought to catch up on, as she mentioned last night. Not that you had been paying attention when she said it.
You let out a heavy huff of discontent as she continued to be unresponsive, plopping down in defeat on the ground nearby, looking around her office subtly. Mostly out of boredom, if anything. Sometimes you’d mutter some annoyed comment about her “ignoring” you.
“You’re acting like a child.”
Shinobu finally broke her silence, tilting her head away from her work to glance down at you, sitting on the floor, pouty and frustrated. Though the sudden call out from her was slightly embarrassing, you couldn’t help but take enjoyment in her finally responding to your behavior.
“Am not.”
“You are.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, being even less convincing than you already were, if that was even possible. The Insect Hashira’s chair made a slight creak noise as she turned around to face you.
“You’re acting like you’ve been deprived of attention for a decade.” Shinobu frowned. She wasn’t necessarily annoyed, but her expression was difficult to read.
“It feels like it.” You retorted, quickly.
Shinobu let out a small, breathy laugh at your response, shaking her head at your theatrics. “Really?” She questioned.
Only to receive a very half-hearted glare from you. “You’re cruel.” You pouted, tilting your head to the side in mock-offense. This was not an unusual situation for the two of you. In-fact, it happens quite often.
The silence hung in the air for a few moments, though not uncomfortable.
That was until Shinobu rose from her chair, walking over to where you sat on the ground. She kneeled down to you, her gradient, dark purple eyes staring at your face. She let out a small tut noise of disappointment. “Is this what we’re doing now? Avoiding eye-contact, ignoring me.” She pointed out the change in behavior. “All because I didn’t give you attention for- what.. Almost an hour?” She sighed, though she was not shocked. You could be quite the demanding one when you wanted to be.
The two of you held that position for several minutes, with Shinobu waiting for you to give in. Whilst you were too stubborn to do so, even if it was a beyond ridiculous thing to be “upset” about. Even though you knew, you were being incredibly dramatic. Perhaps even behaving like a brat.
“Y/N.” Shinobu’s voice cut through the silence, leaning forward whilst grabbing your chin, forcefully guiding you to look back at her. The tension hung in the air, thick with heat. Her gradient purple eyes flickered down to your lips, before returning to your eyes. She could see the faint flush on your cheeks, she leant forward to connect her lips with yours. Her lips were soft and warm against your own. Her free hand went to your lower back, she leant you back against the floor as she hovered over top of you.
Your earlier behavior was starting to fade away at her subtle touches, breath hitching as your back was pushed into the ground, hands reaching up to clutch at the fabric of Shinobu’s haori.
Shinobu could feel the subtle feeling of your fingers curling into her haori, she slowly pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath, eyes never leaving your bashful expression. Her thumb lightly brushed against your bottom lip, pulling it down with her thumb slightly before her hand moved downwards.
Her hand went to cup the side of your neck, thumb wrapping around the front of your throat. Though not enough grip to cut off your air-way. “Beautiful.” She whispered softly, her hand that had been resting on your lower back sliding to the side, brushing against your side.
Shinobu’s gaze lingered on you, the way your eyes were wide, the pinkness to your skin-tone. “Shinobu..” She heard your faint whisper, that was almost inaudible. She tilted her head slightly in acknowledgment, letting out a small hum. Her hand running down your side to your thigh.
Her touches were slow and precise, knowing exactly where to touch with precision and familiarity. Her fingers brushed against your thigh, her hand that had been on your neck slid down to the neckline of your uniform shirt. Slowly lowered to the first button of your shirt at the top.
“Is this okay?”
You couldn’t even reply at first, chest rising and falling with each eager pant. Till you slowly nodded, not being able to get proper words out.
“I need words, baby.” Shinobu’s voice was quiet, her tone laced with desire. She didn’t like the mere thought of doing anything without proper consent, which a nod was not enough to her.
The room was quiet, other than the faint sounds coming from outside. You were struggling to vocalize your consent for a moment, wrapping your arms around the base of Shinobu’s neck.
Finally, you were able to get proper words out. “Please touch me. I want this, more than anything.” It was a plea, a need for her touch.
Shinobu’s lips faintly curled into a small smile as she heard your desperate plea. Her hand on your shirt moved to slip your haori off. Her hands reaching up to unbutton your uniform, her movements slow as if she were taking her time.
Once her hand reached the final button, she looked into your eyes once more, ensuring there was no ounce of hesitation in your eyes. Once she could confirm that you completely wanted this, she undid the final button. Her left hand reached up to pull the fabric off of your torso. But her breath caught in her throat at the sight of your bra. “You are..” She trailed off, unable to form her words.
“You’re.. Perfect, absolutely stunning.” She managed to get out softly, her hands rested on your shoulders for a moment. Her gaze filled with love and admiration, she was thankful that you trusted her enough to let her see you in your most vulnerable state.
Even in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help but admire everything about you. Not a single flaw about you in her eyes.
Shinobu noted the way the blush on your cheeks deepened at her compliment, which she couldn’t help but smile.
Her hands left your shoulders, one tracing the strap of the bra you wore. Her index finger tracing the outline of the fabric. Before she gently cupped your left breast, groping you gently.
The sounds of your soft moan further indulged the touches she gave you. She squeezed a little harder this time, her other hand resting on your back. She leant forward, planting kisses along your neck. Her kisses got lower and lower, giving a mark every so often.
Till her free-hand that wasn’t giving attention to your breasts eventually unclipped your bra, allowing it to drop to the ground. She kissed the valley of your breasts, her hands reaching up to cup both of them.
You faintly squirmed underneath the mixture of her lips and overall touch, letting out a sharp gasp as Shinobu’s thumb ran over your nipple, one hand flying up to grip her hair. The Insect Hashira’s lips moved to wrap around the other nipple.
Shinobu’s hands gripped your waist, preventing you from squirming. “That’s it..” She muttered into your breast. “Let me hear you.” She said softly, unable to help her selfish want. She wanted to hear you, as loud as possible. She didn’t care at this moment. She wanted every part of you.
“Sh… Shinobu..” You whimpered as she continued to hold your waist, to prevent any unwanted movements. “Please…” You felt like you were going to die, if she didn’t stop teasing you. The inability to not stop squirming faintly was not helping the growing wetness between your thighs.
Shinobu couldn’t resist smiling at your growing desperation, she pulled away from your chest. Though before she could do anything else, she noticed your trembling hands reaching over, removing her Haori, gentle with desperation. She felt you tug at her uniform shirt, trembling hands unable to undo her buttons. “Off.” You practically demanded, with that typical bratty tone.
“Alright, alright.” Shinobu conceded, undoing the buttons of her own uniform. She felt your hands immediately remove her bra. “How eager of you.” She couldn’t resist teasing faintly.
Shinobu's hands continued their maddening journey down your soft, delicate skin. Her touch lingering longer than necessary in particular places. She reveled in the way her partner's body responded to her touch, the way your breath hitched and your pulse raced.
You were absolutely intoxicating to her.
Shinobu’s fingers slid along the edge of your skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. She leant forward once again, pressing her lips into yours. Her free-hand lifting up to cup your jawline, tilting your head back at an angle that allowed her to slide her tongue into your mouth, exploring the inside of your wet mouth.
As Shinobu kissed you deeply, she could feel the way you shivered at the sensation, your body betraying you. Shinobu noticed the way your hands gripped the edge of the nearest surface, trying to steady yourself.
Once you pulled away from the kiss, Shinobu let out a feigned tut of disappointment, her gaze lingering on you for an unnecessary amount of time. She noticed the way your body tensed involuntarily, trying to maintain your composure but failing miserably. "Shinobu... what are you doing?" You tried to sound composed, but your voice wavered. You knew what she was doing. But the words came out faster than you could stop them, giving yourself a bit of second-hand embarrassment internally.
Shinobu’s touch lingering on every inch of your exposed skin. She reveled in the way your body responded to her touch. It was intoxicating to her.
She knew what your question referred to, the fact she was teasing and taking her time with you rather than just getting straight to touching you. "Isn't it obvious?" Her retort came quick, as her fingers slid along the edge of your skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "I'm enjoying myself." She said, choosing her words carefully and decisively.
As Shinobu's hands explored further, you couldn't help but squirm at the sensation. Your head tilted back slightly as Shinobu's fingers danced along the edge of your skirt, teasing the delicate skin of your inner thigh.
Your back arched into Shinobu, hips attempting to press against hers to gain any sort of friction. As you arched against her, both of your bodies melding together. Shinobu leaned once again, her lips skimming over the pulse point on your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Shinobu’s hand slipped up your thigh, her movements slow and steady. Until her finger-tips reached the fabric of your panties. As Shinobu's fingers danced along the edge of your panties, teasing the delicate fabric. The feeling was both maddening and exhilarating.
“Please, Shinobu.” You whispered with desperation and impatience. “You’re teasing too much.” The tone in your voice was absolutely bordering on whining.
Shinobu only let out a soft sigh of appreciation at your whining.Her fingers brushing against the lacy material. She felt the heat and the dampness through the thin fabric. Her fingers pressed firmly against the fabric, teasingly applying pressure.
“My goodness, you’re already soaked.” She couldn’t help but comment, her voice soft and teasing. But not condescending either, her remark about how wet you were caused your cheeks to flush even more than they already were.
Her hands found the hem of your skirt, pushing it up slowly but steadily, reveling in the way your body shuddered at her every touch. Shinobu couldn't resist the urge to comment on something she noticed. She leaned in closer, her voice soft and suggestive against your neck. “These are the new ones I bought you last week, aren’t they?” She mused, her voice gentle but somewhat teasing.
“Now be a dear and get this out of my way, hm?”
Shinobu instructed carefully, nodding her head towards your skirt. Which she watched closely as you quickly removed your uniform-skirt. Which left you only in your final remaining undergarment.
"You're... insufferable." You managed to gasp out, your shaky voice betraying your clear arousal as much as the blush spreading across your cheeks.
“Oh, am I?” Shinbou retorted quickly, particularly amused by the bratty facade you insisted on trying to maintain. Despite the fact, both of you knew, you wanted this more than anything right now.
Especially considering your earlier pleas, that was borderline desperate begging.
Her fingers curled over the black—lace panties, the fabric rough against her skin. She gave them a gentle pull, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Her movements were possessive and domineering, her goal to break through her partner's defenses and reduce her to a trembling mess in her hands. One of Shinobu’s hands moved to part your thighs at last, getting closer to where you needed her the most.
Her middle and ring finger running along the folds of your cunt. Your breathing becoming more shallow, the teasing was beginning to be too much. You needed her fingers—or, at least some sort of relief.
“Plea—” You had been just about to beg for more, when Shinobu’s index finger rubbed your clit in circular motions, slowly but deliberate. Her gaze never left your face, always ensuring that you were okay with what she was doing—that there was no hesitance, or discomfort in her actions.
She stroked your clit in back and fourth motions, you moaned softly, unable to help it, your head falling back against the ground. Which only encouraged Shinobu to continue her actions, her finger trailed further down, before she slowly inserted her index finger. She curled it slightly, pulling louder and more needy moans from your mouth.
Your hips jolted upwards, back arching against the ground. Shinobu grinned softly as she felt your hips meet her wrist. She could feel the way you rocked against the palm of her hand, clearly desperate for more.
Shinobu slowly began to pull her finger out, before re-inserting it. She did this several more times, feeling as your heat dampened her finger rather quickly. Her thumb put pressure against your clit, rubbing it whilst she inserted her middle-finger—stretching you out further.
The sounds of your moans, whimpers and other filthy noises echoing in her office made the already existing heat in her stomach build up more.
“Nnghh—feels so.. So good, Shinobu—haah!” You were barely holding on, already reaching your limit so soon.
Shinobu could tell you were on the verge of your release, therefore she was quick to quicken her pace. “Yeah?” She asked for confirmation, curling her fingers even faster than before, she started to pump them in and out of your walls.
“You wanna come, pretty girl?” She asked, her voice composed and calm despite the slight shake from her own need as she watched your expression, the sight of you getting off on her fingers alone pleased her. “Use your words.”
The command was enough to make you whine, knowing that she would not let you come unless you used your words. “Say it. Do you want to come? Do you wanna be a pretty little thing and come all over my fingers, like a good girl?” She questioned firmly, fingers pumping in and out of you with even more speed than just a few moments ago.
“Gah!” You cried out. “Pleas—Hah—Shinobu—! I wanna..” You moaned loudly, the entire mansion was practically hearing you by now. There would definitely be some questioning looks from the others tomorrow morning.
“You want to do what?” Shinobu questioned, suddenly halting her pace, pulling her fingers out of your soaking cunt—she could sense you were not going to follow her command. Not out of disobedience, but rather you could hardly get a word out.
The sudden loss of her fingers was enough to make you whimper in discontent.
However what happened next was exactly what Shinobu least expected, you came. You came at the sound of her voice alone.
“Oh my.” Were the first two words that came from Shinobu. To say she was shocked, that would be an understatement. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, maybe for you to whine a bit more, before finally getting the proper sentence out.
But you did not, you straight up came at the sound of her voice.
You could feel your face get extremely warm rather quickly, you definitely discovered something… New about yourself. And in the most embarrassing way possible. Not even you realized you had the capacity to be able to come at the sound of Shinobu’s voice.
But you were too caught up in your pleasure to feel the embarrassment too deeply, you rubbed your clit against the other woman’s wrist in a desperate attempt to get more relief.
Shinobu leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "How greedy of you." She murmured, plunging her fingers back into you, deep inside, feeling the tightness and clench around her slender fingers—the sudden movement was entirely unexpected.
It made you whine out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut tightly. "You're so easy to unwind, you know that?" Shinobu murmured against her partner's flushed skin, her touch was teasing, her movements deliberate.
She was enjoying the way you were coming undone under her touch, the way your body responded to her every movement. You gasped as she decided to plunge another finger into you, thumb rubbing your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, lewd and inappropriate sounds filling the office.
Shinobu was completely overstimulating you, given you were still somewhat sensitive from coming just a few moments before she started touching you again. “Hngh—Shin..obu—s’too much..!” You whined audibly, head lulling back as she hovered over top of you.
Your hands gripped at whatever you could, to try and anchor yourself. “You can take it.” Shinobu commanded, she knew you could take it. “Come on, sweet-girl. Take it.” She muttered, empathizing with the end of her words when she hit your sensitive-spot, making you cry out in pleasure.
Tears were starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes, not in a negative way. Shinobu leant down and kissed your forehead as she continued to plunge her fingers in and out. “Are you gonna come for me?” She asked, her voice laced in faux sweetness—as if she hasn’t been teasing you this entire time.
“Pl..Please..” You whimpered gently. “Let me come.. Please.”
You could feel the coil in your belly tighten, walls clenching around her slender finger. Your hands were instinctively clawing at her shoulders, as she brought you to your second orgasm.
Shinobu felt as you released your juices around her fingers, her purple eyes glinting in satisfaction as she slowly pulled them out. “Atta girl,” She praised with a soft smile. Shinobu herself was pleased with just seeing you pleasured and satisfied. Or rather… In this case limp and unmoving, lips parted in slight shock and pleasure.
She adjusted herself to sit back on her ankles, “You did so well for me.” She said with a smile, before rising onto her feet to go get a few things to clean you: and the mess you both made up.
feel me . OBANAI IGURO .
you fell for your lover despite the bandages but during your first night together , he insists your eyes remain covered .
TAGS . dom obanai , fem-bodied reader , canon au , petnames ( love ) , praise , reader is blindfolded , oral ( f receiving ) , not proofread ( silly selene ) .
WORDCOUNT . 1.8k words .
SELENE . happy birthday mr iguro , sir ! i yearn for the concept of the man who won't show his scars the first time y'all have sex . . ough . . ☾
from the very beginning, you had grown accustomed to the idea that the man you so desperately wanted was scarred. he made sure you was aware, pushing you away at every chance he got and grumbling about how he was a monster - you'd scowl in retaliation, not taking to his words lightly. you both lived in a world where it was survival or nothing, members of the demon slayer corps and tasked with the protection of those who couldn't protect themselves... you knew he had to have gone through something in his past.
you couldn't have anticipated the reality, the way he held your hands so gently like you were fragile porcelain - not himself - when he told you about his past and upbringing, his voice slightly muffled by his familiar bandages. they was like a second skin to him now, something he wrapped with intense precision every morning before he left his estate without so much as a second thought. pure muscle memory, at the expense of his trauma.
"are you sure this is okay?" he murmured into your ear when he gently guided you back on the futon in his room, a harsh wind rattling shoji panels with the incoming storm. he'd requested you closed your eyes this one time, insisted that he covered them so you wouldn't see his scars yet. months of you reassuring the hashira you was going to love him regardless of his scars and yet, he assured you in return it was just one time - your first time together nonetheless but still one time.
"mmh, i trust you." you breathed out in succession, brows knitting as your head fell back onto the pillow. it was an odd feeling, the dark void behind your eyelids concealing the reality of the outside; halting you from looking at your lover who feared rejection so deeply. obanai hums in response, seemingly content with the way you're laid out before him, a delicate flower whose petals have not yet been plucked.
there's a rustling sound, fabric that you can make out. it's closer than the rattle of the shoji panels, the shaking of the tree branches outside from the intensity of the wind.. yes, it's lingering over you. legs straddle yours and suddenly, a coarse fabric is gently rested over your eyes, tucked under your head. you briefly feel the cold touch of obanai's fingers as they linger on your cheeks but before you can speak, he's pulled away. almost like it burnt to touch you for too long.
he moves slowly, his hands finding your yukata and peeling it apart, layer by layer. he treats you like a mandarin orange, a fruit he's peeled many times before. he knows he can do this, knows you're okay with it but his fingers tremble as bare skin comes to view, tantalising and unmarked. swallowing at the lump in his throat, obanai leans down. he tucks his face into your neck, pressing a hesitant kiss to your warm skin.
your breath hitches immediately as his breath fans over your skin, the hairs on your skin raising in response. his lips are soft, gentle, presumably from years of being hidden by bandages but there's something a little rougher as his cheek brushes against you - the scarred skin he was so fearful of showing you. blindly you reach out, finding the fabric of his haori. it's an item of clothing you're familiar with, he's held it out for you to borrow numerous times when the winter days were colder than you thought or a downpour began that no one anticipated.
yet obanai clicks his tongue, reaching to pin your hand above your head. he begins to litter more kisses against your skin, growing comfortable with the whimpered responses you let out. slowly his hand slides from your wrist, lacing his fingers with yours as he holds your hand out of reach from him. obanai wants to take his time, wants you to feel him in every aspect now that your vision was gone. you had to rely on senses many don't hone into fine arts and he was going to enjoy it.
obanai's other hand continues to peel back your yukata, slightly more confident than before. it ghosts over the swell of your breast, the ripe bud of your pebbled nipple in the cold air before continuing lower, leaving you to arch up from the futon. you chase the contact, letting out a strangled whine when his hand doesn't return to your chest.
"relax," he huffs, pushing away the last of the material. obanai sits back to admire his work, heterochromatic eyes tracing every outline of your exposed body in the dim light of the bedroom. your back meets the futon again as you relax under his instruction, though he can tell you're still tense, "there's no hurry, love..."
the cold of his hand untwines from yours, leaving a lingering icy sensation where he once was. obediently you keep your hand above your head and obanai snuffs out an amused breath. he keeps his mouth shut, knowing you'd complain if he pointed it out.
further and further down he trails his lips, soft kisses that contrast the temperature of his hands as he grasps at your skin, grabbing at any part of your body that he can just to feel you. you're so much warmer than him, the heat of your body drawing him in like a moth to a flame. obanai has barely started but he recognises just how addicted he is to the taste of your skin on his tongue when he trails it over your nipple, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth.
you arch once more but obanai can't retaliate and scold you this time, the gesture pressing more of your breast against his scars. it's gentle, a stark difference to how rough his scars feel it. the sweet mewls that roll off your tongue, gasps the second his fingertips brush over your clothed slit. your panties are long sodden, just from the mere idea of not being able to see your lover. it's an act of trust, something that leaves your walls down for him.
the wet sensation of his mouth leaves your breath to travel further, fingers hooking into your panties to tug them down your thighs. you part your thighs but it is hesitant, realising just how exposed you are. you can't see obanai's reaction, where his eyes are looking at that moment in time but he's drinking in the sight, crawling to settle between your legs. he hoists them onto his shoulders, his face inexplicably close to your cunt that you can feel his breath on the flesh.
you're dripping and he's barely touched you, he loves you for that. despite knowing what he thinks makes him tainted; a monster even, you're wet to the touch and he can see the beads of arousal that stick between your folds. his fingers come up to separate your folds, his tongue finally reaching out to lick a stripe up your cunt.
to obanai, you taste nothing more than ecstasy. it's a sweet nectar, coupled with the lewd, breathy moans that fall past your lips when he suckles on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and spelling his name. your hips buck against his face impatiently and he shifts to grab your ass, hoisting you back down onto the futon. his pace, he thinks. he wants to cherish this moment.
one finger enters your spasming hole, clenching around the cold invading digit as you gasp into the night air, barely audible against the rising autumn winds outside. obanai takes it as an acceptance, a second finger joining the fray to scissor at your opening with the help of your own sticky residue, coating his fingers like a perfect lube. he pulls back slightly to spit on your clit, his thumb rubbing at it as the glob trails down to your entrance.
"can you feel me?" he mutters against your thigh before pressing a kiss to your skin. your legs quiver, tensing around his head. his eyes are on your face, to the way it's contorted - though barely visible because of his bandages - thanks to his own ministrations. at that, his fingers seem to speed up, determined to hear every little noise and sound that can come from your parted lips.
"y-yes- h-haah- i can.." you squeak out, hands blindly searching for something to grasp. at first you claw at the tatami flooring, then the futon before you find obanai's dark locks, tangling your fingers into them. he grunts in response, burying his face once more into your cunt.
there's a squelch with every thrust of his fingers, occasionally scissoring as he rubs his fingertips along every ridge of your plush walls. it's a sensory overload, nails grasping at his hair for leverage with every roll of your hips. your pussy is like a vice on his fingers and obanai knows he's got you close, knows he's got you teetering on the precipice. now he just needs to push you over.
"-n-nai, please- need it, fuhh-ck-" your words are a babble of pleas and moans, barely able to form a sentence with your string of coherency. obanai understands every word however, your clit bumping against his nose as his fingers slip from your cunt. his hands hold open your thighs, spreading you like a full course meal as he takes the opportunity to dive in.
he's glad that he lacks staff around the estate, glad that he has no tsuguko that could intrude or hear the cacophony of screams he was eliciting from an otherwise respected member of the corps - no, tonight the only audience is he and the wind that ravages on outside, paying no heed to the sinful act of the hashira and his subordinate.
it takes mere seconds, though it feels like forever to the man buried face first into your pussy, face coated in your juices he almost forgets about his scars himself. you don't go over the edge quietly nor politely, it's a deep dive off a cliff into harsh, icy water that leaves you breathless. your back arches off the futon, hands struggling to stay grasped in one place as you scream out into the night.
obanai doesn't pull away until your orgasm finally recedes, lapping up your arousal like a cat to milk. he knows he'll struggle to find something that tastes as good, realises he'll be a man starved until you let him between your legs once more. with your chest heaving, obanai makes his way up your body with tender kisses to your sticky skin, finally sealing your lips in a kiss.
the serpent hashira makes you taste yourself, to understand just how addictive your own nectar is when your tongues meet. you both struggle for breath, trapped in the heat of the moment so badly neither of you notice how obanai's hands have made work of the corps uniform's traditional tattsuke-hakama pants he dons daily, like they have a mind of their own.
just when you thought it was over, no... you are a jewel he cannot afford to lose, to not let slip from his grasps.. and he'll ensure you know just how important you are on this night, before he braves the confrontation with his scars in broad daylight.
so imagine pro hero bakugo x villain!reader. (18+)
you like to ruin his peace constantly. he’s out patrolling, enjoying one rare quiet night, and boom — you graffiti a wall two blocks over with “great explosion murder god dynamight SUCKS MASSIVE ASS. EATS ‘EM TOO” and he nearly levels the city trying to find you. you leave a trail of clues just so you can watch him fume his way through them.
you two have this ongoing game of “who’s more obsessed.” he accuses you of stalking him, you point out that he’s the one showing up everywhere you go. he yells, “because you’re causing trouble!” and you hum, “whateverrrr. you could just admit you missed me, yknow.” it drives him insane.
sometimes, he fights dirty — not physically, but with attitude. like the time he caught you mid-crime, leaned in close, and whispered in your ear, “you’re getting sloppy.” it left you stunned just long enough for him to subdue you, smirking like he’d finally won. but you escaped that night just to send him a selfie of you blowing a kiss at him with the caption, “sloppy who?”
when you get hurt during a fight (not with him, but some other hero), he loses it. he shows up uninvited at the scene, yelling at everyone until he finds out you’re fine. then he just storms off, saying something like, “she’s not allowed to die till i’m the one who kills her.” (not like that was their aim anyways.) let’s just say he definitely does NOT kill you. in fact, you escape. and oh boy, that has him crashing the fuck out.
if you get cornered, you quip, “well, what now? you finally gonna confess your undying love?” and he retorts, “yeah, love to see you finally shut the fuck up.” but neither of you means it.
BONUS NSFW:
you flirt to make him hard. not sweetly, no, no, you weaponize it. you call him pretty boy, whisper compliments while he’s got you cornered, and tilt your chin up like you’re daring him to react. he grips your wrist too tight, jaw locked, muttering something like, “you really don’t shut up, do you?” and you just smile, “ but you love it.” and he does, mostly because it keeps him employed
sometimes he catches you mid-fight and drags you into the shadows of the alleyway, his grip bruising, your laughter breathless. you taunt, “gonna lock me up or fuck me?” and he snarls, “keep running that mouth, see what happens.” you actually shutup.
when he’s especially worked up, he doesn’t bother waiting for privacy. you’ll be in a half-lit alley, footsteps echoing nearby, and he’ll bury his face in your neck, biting hard enough to bruise while you gasp and clutch his arms. he dares you to be quiet — “shut the hell up, or they’ll find us,” but he kisses you harder every time you try.
you tease him by slipping a hand under his shirt, nails dragging over muscle, and he growls low in his throat. “keep that up, and i’ll fuck you right here, villain.” and you whisper, “maybe that’s what i want,” eyes shining wicked in the dark. good-ness, you get on his damn nerves. but he fucking adores the way you make him feel.
i just started mha. if this is wrong feel free to crucify me
