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Guess who’s working on a Rengoku fic :3 it might be a bit before it’s out, bc i have no clue if I’ll end up going overboard like I did with the Obamitsu fic-

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Love In Strange Places

Obamitsu x F!Reader

Word Count: 15.7k (good lord-)

Warnings: pwp, afab reader, polyamory, threesome, fingering, scissoring, unprotected sex, voyerism, degradation, a bit rough sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, there’s aftercare, I think that’s it but lmk!

A/N: it took hours to proofread this alone, come to find out it’s because it’s 15k words?? Anyways here’s the fic I promised a while ago 😭

The cool breeze of the weather was a nice addition to the absolutely beautiful scenery in front of you. In a rather tranquil place that you visited often, whether to clear your mind or to simply bask in it. It was a big lake surrounded by an array of different trees on either side, which leaves were always peacefully blowing in the occasional wind. You always sat on a dark wooden bench near the water, gazing out at the view, watching the sunrise every morning you could. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you’ve always been utterly captivated by how lovely the sunrise looks over the water.

One morning, as you approached the area routinely, you see a silhouette of a woman sitting on one side of the typically empty bench. How unusual, you thought. But then again, you knew how beautiful the place was in the early morning, so it made sense someone would stop and admire. As you got closer you noticed she had unusual pink and green hair, tied up in three thick braids. Intrigued, you approached.

“Oh, good morning.” You greeted, making yourself known softly as to not alarm her. You took a seat to her left, careful to take the other edge of the bench so you’re not getting in a strangers’ personal space.

She knew she felt a presence but jumped a little at you sitting down next to her like this. Even with your greeting, she was a bit more focused on the view before you sat. She gave you a big beaming smile, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she is up close now that you could see her face. Your eyes were drawn to her the little dark dots under her lower lashes, and how they drew your attention to her eyes. Eyes that were the same minty green as part of her hair. How unique, it looks just like sakura mochi.

The woman in question also couldn’t help but note your beauty as well (and the fact you were kinda staring at her), making her cheeks blush slightly. “Ah, hi- good morning! I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here today so early,” she laughed lightly, “I’m Kanroji Mitsuri, and you are..?” She quickly responds to your greeting, almost giddy. Her mint eyes shined, and you began to feel at ease because of her welcoming attitude.

You said your name. She nodded, noting your name in her head, before repeating it again to herself.

“I didn’t think many people knew about this place. But I’m glad to see someone here every once in a while.” You chuckle softly.

She quirks her head and shoots you an impossibly sweeter grin. “It’s beautiful here! Do you come here often? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before, Y/N-san.” Her mouth pouts a little at the end of her sentence. You find it cute that she’s pouting even if just a little at not knowing you before today. She seemed to be one who has many friends, no doubt.

Looking out at the familiar view of the lake and the pink hued sky reflected in it, you hum. “Every morning, I come here to watch the sunrise.” A waft of wind passes. “I could say the same though, it would be hard to miss a woman like you around if I had.” To your words, she giggles delightfully.

“Well, I’m happy I stumbled upon this place! Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.” Her words warm your heart. She seemed so intent on talking more with you, even having met you merely moments ago. Her whole vibe made it easy to keep taking with her as if you weren’t acquainted minutes before but instead long time friends.

The conversation continued from there, easily carried on by how friendly and bubbly she is. The both of you became friends from then on, and Mitsuri would go almost every morning to sit next to you after that first meeting. It was nice to have someone to appreciate the scenery and to talk to in the peaceful atmosphere.

You soon learned of her pets, which she clearly adored— given how much specifics she went into about them in a matter of minutes— but also of her lover. Mitsuri gushes about him quite a bit as well, so you eventually caught his name, Iguro Obanai, which she affectionately calls either Iguro-San or mostly Obi. She makes him seem like quite the lover boy too, so you’re not surprised he got with such a sweet woman like her.

It was inevitable that you two became quite close over time in having this constant routine together. After the sunrise finished its course in the early hours, sometimes the two of you would go for breakfast. Though sometimes she’d have to skip, which in that case she would make the most devastated face and apologize profusely.

On no particularly special day where you two were able to eat together, you decide to ask as you two sat after she had got into talking about her lover once again, “Why don’t you invite your boyfriend to join us sometime? By the way you describe him, he seems lovely. I’d like to meet the one who has you gushing about him so often.” You tease lightheartedly.

She blushed, as she always did. “That’s a good idea, N/N! I’ll be sure to talk to Iguro-san about it when I see him.” Kanroji hoped he would agree , but then again.. she didn’t know how willing he’d be. He can’t say no to her most times though, so maybe she’ll convince him through a pair of puppy dog eyes.

You didn’t push the suggestion further, simply humming before flowing back into other conversations with her over breakfast.

Mitsuri kept that in her mind to ask Iguro if he’d join you two for food, until she was home and saw him setting up his sheathed katana against a wall. Oh, how it warmed her heart in seeing the simple domestic things they both did. Even having lived together for quite a while now. It took a bit of convincing, but Obanai conceded to Mitsuri’s request (Mainly due to her previously mentioned puppy dog eyes). After all, he heard all about you after that fateful meeting. Although, the meeting part alone wouldn’t have been enough, given Kanroji’s habit of being way too friendly for her own good.

You two met a couple days after, when both of them weren’t too busy in the early hours just before they’d train. This first meeting was quite interesting, at least. The three of you were out in a small restaurant that you and Mitsuri frequented. He was a bit skeptical, as he was with most, but at least his girlfriend has talked about you enough to know you weren’t any outstanding nuisance to be around. His rather.. intimidating demeanor caught you off guard, and it didn’t help that the mask made it to where sometimes you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You did note how lovely his mismatched eyes were though. One a green-ish blue, the other yellow. How fitting for one as mysterious as he came off as.

He didn’t speak too much, mainly responses and he didn’t eat— or at least you didn’t see him eat, but you’re not one to judge. Maybe he just ate before. Though, soon he would grow tolerant of you, saving more responses to give to you instead of his clearly biased ones to the mochi haired woman. He might be intimidating at first, but you can see the lover boy in him with Mitsuri. That helped easier conversations flowed between the three of you that felt less like a challenge or test and more like a casual chat. After all, Mitsuri adored you as her close friend, endlessly talking about the pretty view in the morning and the wonderful girl she saw nearly daily ever since she met you. It’s no wonder Obanai couldn’t help but try and see a bit of good in his girlfriend’s new friend. Even if his past with women in his family was.. rather tragic.

As Mitsuri would invite Obanai to the get-togethers more often, there would be a certain kind of unspoken tension that would develop between the three of you. Confusing, but present tension built as the months passed. First, it was tense in a getting familiar with each other and trying to find where you stand kinda way, but then it grew to be much different the more you three spent time together. Yes, Mitsuri felt close to you.. sometimes maybe a bit too casual to be completely platonic, but that’s easy to dismiss due to her bubbly and friendly nature. You would notice, however, that while talking, Mitsuri would laugh and then her hand would land itself on your thigh close to your knee. Not too high, just enough to make you wonder what the motives are when they stayed. If she was aware of the warmth that would bloom in that area she touched. If she knew she was doing this, she was pretty good at hiding her intentions. Though knowing her, her intentions are always in good nature regardless of context.

Or sometimes how she’d adjust your hair if it fell out of place during conversing, even if it was only slightly displaced. Like she was looking for an excuse to touch you. Then there was a new one you noticed too after about a month, maybe even three (time passes quick when you’re having fun as they say). Obanai’s gaze would focus on you for an extended period of time, before looking away before (or after) he was caught. Was it a curious glance? Analyzing your reactions, momentarily under his scrutiny? Or something else? Gosh, you really couldn’t tell with that guy.

You couldn’t help the blush that would appear on your cheeks in these odd moments. I mean, whose wouldnt? Two attractive people with this sort of intimate tension between you and them is something you don’t get everyday. And it doesn’t help that you were part of the large percentage of people who’ve never experienced anything like this, so you felt completely out of your league. The thing now was, who was going to break first and set a name to whatever was going on? Give a little clarity to ease your mind? It was hard to determine, even though you can’t bring yourself to stand this much longer. It was making your heart flutter a bit too much in a way that was making you feel confused about this dynamic. Simultaneously, it was like you were dreaming and having to relive to uncertainties of your situation on a consistent basis leaving you with more questions.

As time went past with unanswered questions, Mitsuri would be much more touchy than her normal occasional (though as said before, those were becoming increasingly common) friendly ones. Her touch would last longer on your skin, whether that be on your thigh or on your shoulder or even your arm. Places that weren’t committing to anything but felt profound all at once. And every time this would happen, she’d always look away like she wasn’t doing anything when you’d notice her linger. Though she wouldn’t stop the wandering hands of hers, poor girl couldn’t resist. She’d give her boyfriend a look when you didn’t react negatively—confused maybe, but never any hint of pulling back— as if to prove something or confirm it. And he’d return it. Like they knew something you didn’t, and were communicating telepathically, making you feel increasingly aware of yourself. Then Obanai would turn around and do something like tease you with his words, not just condescendingly like he typically does. He still does it though, he just holds back a bit more, maybe for Kanroji. They would jump around the line of friendship and something more complex, without throwing you a bone as to which one it was. Just something, anything. You wanted to understand.

You had overfilled your cup with water once during your meals together, this time it was lunch, completely unable to concentrate with your inner thoughts running a mile a minute when you were around them. They were quick to notice. Mitsuri helped you clean the mess, telling you to be careful with her honeyed tone. Meanwhile you could see Obanai grin under his mask. At least you got relatively good at reading his emotions after a while.

Resting his bandage covered cheek on the back of his hand, Obanai hummed. “Distracted?” He had spoken in a kinda condescending coo, poking fun at your mishap. Though it wasn’t a jab at you as much as it was a tease.

Flushed, you mumbled out an apology for being so out of it when you were supposed to be conversing with the couple. How cute, they thought. Mitsuri giggled, telling you it’s alright and not to worry. You hoped they didn’t notice how embarrassed you were that he caught you daydreaming, because the last thing you’d want is to have to sink into the floor because they found out it was about them.

And gods, did this whole thing made you feel backed in a corner while also being pulled in two different directions. This felt like a gradual build up to something you didn’t understand. What if they were just being friendly, familiar in a close platonic way? What if you make a wrong move or take this the wrong way and ruin this dream you’re in? They’re already a couple themselves, surely they don’t truly mean for this topic to be so nerve wracking for you.

It was almost like a game. A game of who would be the one to break the silence on just what was happening. Pushing your thoughts down could only go so far, really. The three of you were dancing around the subject but never really touching it for weeks after it started developing. Leaving it, unfortunately, up for interpretation as that day passed.

This relatively peaceful afternoon is like any other, you were at your home doing your favorite down time hobby as usual. You hummed a tune that was stuck in your head while doing so. You only stopped after you saw a crow cawing at your bedroom window, tapping its talons in the windowsill. The crow in question being a familiar mochi hair girl’s. The crow even had cute little decorations on it. Very much like Mitsuri. It wasn’t entirely out of the norm to get a letter from her, as she often sent them when she wasn’t in town to have meals with you. It brought you smile when she did. It made you feel important.

You carefully took and read the letter, watching the cute crow fly away after giving you a little parting caw. The letter was short and sweet, although what it contained caught your attention.

“N/N, would you join us at our manor tonight? We wanted to discuss something with you, and it would be perfect to hang out for tea too!”

It was signed with an adorable little flower and a heart next to her name. The directions to said place were also written at the bottom along with the specific address. This was the first time you were going to go to their place. Your heart hammered against your chest as you finished reading.

‘She’s inviting me over? It is to hang out and drink tea, but why do I feel there’s more weight to it? What would she want to talk about? What should I wear?’ Many questions swirled in your head. You shake your head, and compose yourself. ‘Calm down, this is a normal thing people do’. Your eyes move to your closet, and you stood up to find something to wear. Flicking through the options, you went for a casual but nice outfit, preparing for any occasion that it might be. A nicely fitted (f/c) shirt and some comfy shorts. Nothing too much or too little, and just enough to look good and put together— and not thrown together in a panicked state to look good for the first time you go over— without much effort. At least your clothing looks put together, even though your mind definitely isn’t.

Each step there had your brain in an endless loop of what ifs and contemplation on the reason for the sudden invitation. As weirdly ominous the need for her to ask to discuss something via letter is. Possibly because it sounds like something similar to a ‘we need to talk’ break up type of situation even if that’s definitely not it. Your feet felt pretty heavy as you now stood in front of their estate. It was a beautifully decorated home, of course it was. You saw a small bee farm, which you had heard about previously from the lively Hashira when she rambled on about her recipe for honey related foods. The exterior was a neat tan and brown patterned set of walls. You desperately tried to calm yourself, and with a shaky hand you knock on the front door. ‘God, get a grip!’ You scolded yourself internally.

There’s next to no more time after to collect yourself, as Mitsuri opens the door with an enthusiastic whoosh! Almost as if she had been close to the door, waiting for you to come.

“N/N! Come in, come in!” She gives you a brief hug. She then ushers you inside, and down the halls of her cozy home.

You were going to wonder where Obanai was, until she lead you lightly by your lower back to a dining area. More specifically, to a table with three chairs around it. Obanai sat quietly in one of the chairs, almost expecting this level of excitement from his girlfriend upon seeing you, though you could see the way his eyes softened at it.

“I’m glad you could make it! Here, take this seat. I’ll go make some tea for us too!” She chirped as she all but skipped out of the room.

Nodding, you took the seat she pulled out for you. Obanai was on your left, and his snake was nowhere to be seen. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him without that white snake of his. That’s odd. Is this that serious? He notices your eyes searching for his companion. “He’s in his room.”

You shoot a look of confusion. “His.. room?”

“Mhm. Kanroji gave Kaburamaru his own small room because she knew he liked having his own space and couldn’t stand the idea of putting him in anything less than that.”

You smiled. You can definitely see her doing that, even with something relatively trivial. “That’s sweet. And so much like her to do..” He hummed in agreement.

Though.. the thought still lingered. What did she want to talk about that she had to do it like this? Guess you’d have to find out when she came back.

Obanai wasn’t an incredibly talkative guy, he preferred listening, so there was a silent stretch of time. It wasn’t entirely awkward though, much to your relief. During that time, you looked around the room, and to him occasionally. It was strange seeing the two of them in more casual attire. You’re used to their typical uniform, maybe their training outfits if the time was right.

You didn’t catch the man next to you also taking a few glances at you. Maybe you were too distracted or maybe he had gotten better at hiding it. He noted the outfit you chose, and how the shirt hugged your chest— not in a way that’s tight fitting, but also not incredibly loose either. Then, how your shorts rode up as you sat. Tch. It was like you were taunting him, just as much as he has been to you. The worst part was you didn’t know you were doing it.

What you thought was casual, was actually much more appealing to him than u knew. To them, even. Casual, and yet it looked good on you. Mitsuri caught a few of her own quick looks of you as she lead you there to sit and one or two before leaving the area. You saw both of them looking at you only a few times, but tried hard to brush it off as normal. Because if you didn’t, your face might heat up more than the light dusting of blush you had going on now.

There was a constant internal fight of whether to speak up and relieve this anxiety, or to play blissfully unaware to save yourself. For now, you would pick the latter. Though you might spiral in the process for the millionth time.

You’re becoming painfully aware of the surroundings in the silence. The sound of Obanai’s fingers tapping on the table, and of your own heartbeat you swore he could hear by now.

“Distracted again, Y/N?” His low but playful voice cuts through the silence. Obanai’s head cocked to the side just a little.

He caught you again. You scolded yourself in your head once more. How is it that his mere presence makes your nervous? Especially when you’re not sure if you two were left alone together for long, if ever. Honestly, you’re eagerly but anxiously waiting for Mitsuri to get back. It probably wouldn’t save you though.

Under his mask, he smirks, amused. “You have such poor focus, you know.” He continues, relishing in how your face flushes to a rosy hue. He was messing with you. You knew this. And it should annoy you. And yet.. it still made the butterflies in your stomach swirl.

“Sorry.. I don’t know why I’ve just been..” you responded only to trail off, voice shaky despite how you tried to hide the extent of your embarrassment.

You didn’t know whether to thank the gods that Mitsuri came back that moment, or to curse them. “Here you go!” She says in a joyful tone as usual.

She places a warm cup of tea in front of you, and then her boyfriend. You would notice how her fingers brushed against yours longer than needed. Instead of drifting off again, you took a sip of your drink. How considerate, she let it cool enough to drink before bringing it in. As she sat down across from you, you savored the flavoring of the tea. Sencha, a tea with the perfect amount of sweet in addition to the herbal taste.

“It’s perfect, thank you, Mits.” You smiled at her as warm as the tea you were given.

The bubbly woman across from you smiles wider and her cheeks stain a light pink. “I’m glad!”

A tranquil, short amount of time passes, the three of you drinking (really just you and her) and talking. It was a relief that at least they were acting normal, considering the panic that letter gave you inside less than an a few hours ago. ‘Maybe I’m just being dramatic.’ you contemplate.

For a bit, your mind was off your worries. After all, it was easy to get lost in conversation with them. Even if it was Mitsuri doing most of the talking. It didn’t matter, you enjoyed it anyways.

Afternoon turns to night in what seems like an instant. You look out a window to see that it was now getting dark. Both of them have yet to bring up whatever they had to talk about. Could it be that they forgot? In their defense, it truly is easy to lose track of time when you’re together. It’s anyone’s guess, but you take the near absence of daylight as your cue to go. Usually, they had duties to attend to at night, but you weren’t aware they both tried to take this one day off. Mitsuri may or may not have pleaded with a few fellow Hashira to take their missions for tonight in exchange for doing the same. Of course, they’d be on call if necessary.

“Ah, it’s pretty late..” you would eventually mention, much to Mitsuri’s disappointment. You poor thing, you don’t even know how far they planned this out.

“So soon?” She pouts, then takes your hands in hers over the table. Almost as if to beg you to stay before you even got up. Her eyes go from yours to Obanai’s, where they seem to have another silent discussion with their gazes. Whatever it was, he approved of with a slight nod of the head. Her minty green eyes and his heterochromaric ones set their sight back on you. Your heart almost lept right out of your chest.

“It’s dangerous out at night.” Her lover chips in. Obanai’s finger trailing the edge of his teacup, putting up the act of nonchalance. Though his eyes, never trailing too far, were sure to tell you he was anything but that right now.

“Why don’t you stay the night here?”she suggests almost too quickly, too enthusiastically. “I’d feel super guilty if I let you go out this late..”

Ok, this time your heart could actually leave your chest this time from how hard it was beating. “Well I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome..” Plus, you didn’t quite prepare for that.

She couldn’t have you thinking about leaving now. Not tonight, that would be a shame. Her manicured hands, soft but a bit rough in parts of her inner hand from her work, squeeze yours. “No, no! We wouldn’t mind at all! Right, Obi?” His head shakes in confirmation. He’d let her do the most talking.

You hoped they couldn’t hear how nervous they were making you when the focus is on you. Not to mention she was still touching you, holding your hands like she couldn’t bear letting you go. And the way Mitsuri was all but begging you to stay tonight. While you wanted so badly to say yes, you didn’t know if you should. Your chest miiight explode in anxiety ridden pieces the longer you stay here.

Seeing the hesitation on your face, Mitsuri shakes your hands lightly. Her pouting face, while looking slightly dejected, was hard to say no to. Now you know how Obanai feels. With a defeated sigh, you concede. “.. if you’re sure it’s alright.”

Her expression lights up again. Her lover’s did too, if you looked close enough. It was settled then.

Another conversation ensues for a little while after, returning to one as if you hadn’t discussed that at all. You participated, but had to force yourself to stay in focus while the idea of sleeping over lingered. Not that they let that fact go either. They simply wanted to ease your mind a bit.

The night got darker, and eventually it was nearing time to settle down. You were given a tour of their home, courtesy of Kanroji. After, you would excuse yourself to the restroom to freshen up. You hadn’t prepared for staying over, but you were glad you chose the clothing you did as it was comfortable enough to sleep in. You did what you can with what you had. Adjusting your hair and making sure your clothing looked fine is all you did end up doing, not only to look presentable but to stall for time.

Caught up in yourself, you failed to notice the taller woman walk up behind you. You forget she literally saves people for a living with how sweet she is when you interact, so her steps are measured, quieter. “You look pretty today, you know that?” Her voice soft as she pushed your hair off one of your shoulders, letting the touch linger. “N-Not that you aren’t all the time!” She corrected herself, glancing at your reflection.

You gasped and jumped at the unexpected and sudden contact. Once you saw it was her, you calmed. Your heart didn’t. She was so close to you. This felt.. very intimate, in a way. It made your cheeks warm up but you laugh it off.

“Oh, you flatter me. I could say the same for you, Kanroji.”

“I mean it though.” She smiles, but this one felt like it had another meaning. “And your outfit tonight. It’s um..” her cheeks blush as she clears her throat. Her gaze lingered on your thighs in the mirror for a tick.

“A bit suggestive on you.” A low voice from the doorway pitched in, giving his girlfriend some leeway.

You look to him, startled, then yourself in the mirror. Was it? It was comfortable, but you guess it was quite skimpy in places if you really thought about it. Maybe with the right person it could be considered anything. The shorts were anything but long, and the shirt did cling to your body if you moved a certain way. Maybe you made the wrong choice of clothing or-

“Almost like you’re.. enticing us on purpose.” He accuses you, not with anger but something more.

What?

Did your delusions make auditory hallucinations, or did he actually say that? You whip your head to him at nearly neck breaking speed as he stood leaning on the doorway casually and then over to the woman still behind you. God, she really is close. But.. no way he meant it like that. Even though really, at some point it’s hard to push it off. You can’t keep doing it. Your face goes much redder than it has before. It was getting a little warm in here, too warm for your comfort. “H-Huh?”

Mitsuri looked like she gained her confidence again, because she placed her hands on your waist. Her gaze flickered from yours in the mirror as if waiting for your response or approval to the touch. Obanai crossed his arms, you could tell he was awaiting it too.

“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t get it. You’re not very observant are you?” He asked teasingly, as if you missed the most obvious thing in the world.

Your body heats up with your face as you process what’s truly happening, and it isn’t the product of a dream. Mitsuri’s soft hands made butterflies stir where she touched you. No, that was very, very real. It went quiet. The two of them wanted some kind of response to the advance that was made. The subtle change in atmosphere. How you’d take it. How much this could lead to if you’d react positively.

For them, the game of cat and mouse had been going on for too long. They wanted to know how you felt— about them and about the current state. Because this was getting hard for them to push aside, too. And additionally wanted to tell you just how fond they’ve grown of you. Initially, the plan was to have a heartfelt conversation with you and explain everything. Said plan wasn’t entirely thrown out, no, but it did change after you arrived to the mansion. The plan was in motion until you actually showed up and they got distracted.

Her hands stayed put, but she couldn’t stand the wait so she elaborated. “Didn’t you wear this to look pretty for us?” She pouted again, quirking her head to the side.

While yes, you wore it to not only be comfortable when you came here but also to look presentable to them, you didn’t think they would react this way. Or at all.

You avert your gaze to the sink. Obanai bit back a smirk, opting to speak for you.

“So you did, even if likely unintentionally.” He left his spot at the doorway to stand close to both you and his lover. “Did you know just how little it left to the imagination? What the mind could make of it in the right situation?” His rough calloused hand pulls your attention to him by grasping your chin. He wasn’t going to let you do anything but answer. At his words, the light grip Mitsuri had on your waist tightened ever so slightly. Oh my, she liked that look in his eyes.

“Is.. is that a bad thing?” You mutter out bashfully, your hands still hovering by your sides.

The mochi haired woman, whose grip didn’t lay off, shook her head quickly, you could see it in your peripheral. Obanai then let go of your chin so that she could turn you to finally face her—them—head on. Literally and metaphorically.

“Oh- no! Definitely not bad. In fact, it’s been very distracting. Though you’re just distracting..” she blushes, though she doesn’t let go just yet. She liked the warmth of your body through your clothes against her hands too much right now.

Instead, she trails off, glancing at you lips and to your widening eyes. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to follow your heart. And the part of you that you’ve tried to push down so hard, was fading like cotton candy in water. They weren’t messing with you, no. They weren’t that cruel. Whatever this whole thing would be after tonight, it was a talk for later. Or maybe found out sometime during the night.

Mitsuri thought the same about following her heart, as she impatiently (and impulsively) crashes her lips to yours. She really couldn’t help it, you looked too cute not to.

Oh, her lips were so soft on yours. After the initial shock of the gesture passed, you wrapped your arms around her neck and returned the kiss. The move was in part to prove to yourself this was real, but also to put your months of tension-built passion into it by pulling her closer. Her hold on your waist stayed firm. You almost whined when she pulled away, just as breathless as you.

Obanai watched it all. Right. You had momentarily forgotten about that when she kissed you. He was smirking under his mask. It was all in his eyes. The beautiful ones you admired when you thought he didn’t notice. The ones now taking this all in with interest and curiosity.

“We should probably move this to a more.. comfortable place before we get into anything, hm?” He suggested, making you realize this is actually happening. Not just that, but it made you excited for what will occur once you’re in there. Your mind conjured a few.. interesting scenarios. This wasn’t just a little stolen kiss. This was much, much more real.

The three of you make your way to the mentioned room. Your hand being used to enthusiastically drag you there by Mitsuri. Immediately upon the door being shut, the heated tension grew so much thicker. So thick, and ever so present, with the only thing you can do is see whether you’ll make it out without suffocating before anything happens. You’re eagerly pulled to the large, comfortably layered bed in the center-back side of the room by Mitsuri. She lays on the bed and takes you down with her. You land on top of her, and watch as her breathing gets heavier when you make yourself comfortable even though this is not the move you expected.

Obanai takes the spot to the left of you two and sits, perfectly fine with spectating patiently for now. This was Mitsuri’s idea, her moment. His intense stare burns on the side of your head, making you that much more eager to see where this takes you, while keeping you reminded he’s there.

The woman underneath you pulls you down again, this time to kiss you much more passionately. Her tongue asking for entrance after just a few seconds and you obliged. Your tongues dancing with your unspoken desires, not battling, but rather exploring the new territory. Savoring each other in this new change of dynamic.

With an impatient little whine, her gentle hands begin tugging at the hem of your top, asking permission silently to take it off. Gosh, she looked like an eager puppy. You reluctantly pull away from the kiss completely to drag the shirt up and off your body. Two sets of eyes trail to the view of your exposed torso, and the way your cleavage looked so tempting in that bra you wore underneath your top. Your skin flushed in certain places, only making it that much more appealing to eager eyes. A nicely fitting black bra is what you chose today, one that made Mitsuri wonder if your panties matched the pretty lace up top. Well, she’d find out soon enough.

As you continue your makeout session again, you felt the clasp of it being undone behind your back. That wasn’t Mitsuri. You gasp into Mitsuri’s mouth as your chest is exposed by Obanai, the temperature change makes your nipples harden slowly. She swallows any words you would’ve said at that moment with the increasingly heated kiss.

You let out a saccharine moan when her fervent hands cup one of your breasts, feeling the weight of it in her palm. To the sound of such a sweet moan, muffled but audible, she replies with one of her own into your mouth. She thinks she might get addicted to the sound of your voice when you’re like this. Her hands sensually trail from down your waist, then ribs, then back up to your tits. The girl couldn’t resist feeling you up. She tugs and rolls with your now fully hardened nipples playfully between her fingers as she made out with you. The light bolts of pleasure zipping right to your lower body. It felt good, even better because of who was doing it.

The two of you part once more, panting because, unfortunately, you needed air to live. This gives Mitsuri time to actually admire your chest, and your nipples, which were a bit redder than normal from her earlier ministrations.

“You’re.. so gorgeous, Y/N.” She would say, her voice filled with so much love and adoration that it would be been overwhelming if it weren’t for how needy you were right now. Instead, it fueled it.

“Can I..” you start, referring to her top. The one you’d been pawing at during the second makeout session, but didn’t have the heart to break from it yet before she beat you to it.

“O-Oh.. right! Yeah..” She blushes bashfully, caught in her distracted ogling, and lifts herself a bit to let you take it off. Shit. No bra, you noticed. You can’t say you didn’t earlier, however, you just weren’t 100 perfect sure.

How much was this really planned? Was she hoping this would happen? That’s quite naughty for such a sweet girl like herself.

You return the intimate touches she gave you and place slow kisses down her neck, leaving her to moan softly as you kissed at her fluttering pulse. You trail your kisses to her sizable chest, tongue eventually swirling around her sensitive nipples. To which she let out more present moans, turns out she quite sensitive there. Your hand toys with the other one as to not leave it unaccounted for while you mouthed this one.

She let you do this for a moment, and thoroughly enjoyed it, before she cupped your face to look at her. You let it pop out of your mouth. “P-Please.. I want more, N/N.” Her lips formed an irresistible pout, her body squirming a bit. Not to mention there was a pretty pink flush coating her cheeks.

“More?” You repeat.

You looked over to Obanai, and he just nods. “Don’t keep her waiting.” He encourages.

Your hands then trail down until they met the waistband of her skirt. She lifts her hips just enough to confirm that this is what she meant. As you slide down her skirt and eventually her panties, you heard the sound of Obanai undoing his belt. Eager too, was he? The sound making your heart beat impossibly faster. The idea of him just watching this and not knowing what he’ll do at any given time, turns you on like hell. You could feel it in your lower belly. His bandages were tossed to the side as well, revealing his scar that reached almost from ear to ear on his mouth on each side respectively.

You had actually seen it before and could recall how anxious he was when he finally showed you it. Though he did it partly to appease Mitsuri, he also did it for himself a little because he wanted to know that he could trust you with it. Before he gave thought to his blooming feelings, the ones that had been spreading from Mitsuri and to him. He was so uncharacteristically fearful that you would find it scary, disgusting even. Or worse, you’d see it how he does, a horrid result of his past— forever etched on his skin. But you never looked away, or said anything about it other than that it didn’t change how you saw him. That it was part of his story. This is what truly made him realize his feelings for you.

And now, he visibly bit his lip, simultaneously tugging off his clothes shamelessly. Turns out, the man who’s quick to prod or tease is also easily taken away by his own desire. And for a guy usually so jealous about anything involving Kanroji, he’s enjoying this. You couldn’t dwell on it too long, as you had a task you’d like to get back to.

Mitsuri’s bare folds are within your sights as the final layer is tossed aside and you take a second to admire how it glistens in the dim light of the room. Your thumbs spread her open to get a good look. Fuck. Wet already, and very inviting. All for you. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to taste her. Would she taste as sweet as she is? You just had to find out after these months of craving more from them, of having your mind come up with the lewdest images in the late nights. Her squirming hips set you back to the moment.

No more delay. You flatten your tongue near her already clenching hole and sensually lick up, up, up until you reach her clit. She nearly squeals in pleasure as you licked the stripe upwards to test the waters. She tasted better than you expected, a taste just hers and hers alone. One you’d indulge in again at a later date is she let you. Confidence grew in you as you repeated the motion a few times, before setting a consistent pace up n’ down the sensitive nerves, occasionally swirling in circles to coax out her pleasure. Good, she liked this. You relish in how she pulls you closer by your hair, her hand gripping at a section of it she had threaded in her hands muttering out an ‘oh my god’ as he head fell backwards.

Lost. You were so lost in her unique flavor that you almost forgot the other person right next to you, because Mitsuri has a way of doing that. Regardless of context. The other person in question, who has already long taken off his clothing. His eyes locked on the way you lapped at her pussy. Of course he didn’t mind though, he liked seeing how eager you were to please his dear Kanroji.

After a while of keeping up your licks and occasional sucks, you got to hear Mitsuri’s sweet moans grow higher in pitch. More frequent, stuttered. You wondered what she would sound like when she came, and you were determined to find out. It was a must. You can’t help but moan a bit yourself as you ate her out and got lost in it. Spelling out random letters and shapes with your tongue, it’s so.. messy. Not that you cared. Your chin was covered in spit and slick, but you didn’t mind.

“Mmm.. N/N.. c-close..!” She shuddered out, her hands in your hair tightening almost painfully. But really, it both made you moan into her pussy, and encouraged you to keep it up to make her come undone.

With a shamelessly loud drawn out moan, she came on your tongue. Her back arched, thighs twitching but trying (and failing) not to lock around your head. You draw it out with little slow stripes. Oh, even her cum was addicting once you’ve earned it. Iguro sure was lucky. Her tight grip on your hair eventually drags you away from her slick cunt when she starts whining from overstimulation. Now you were the one looking like a puppy, one who had just gotten caught drinking from a bowl a milk they weren’t supposed to. Eyes dazed and chin dripping with Mitsuri’s cum and your spit. Gods, you were a vision like this.

“Hah.. it felt amazing.. so good.” she said in between breaths. Her hands slowly let go of your hair. Eyes locked on yours as you lick around your lips, taking in the remnants of her juices that coated your chin. Then, whatever was left you unceremoniously wipe it on your shirt that was laying not far, before tossing it again.

You would hum, embarrassingly aware of how wet you were merely from eating her out. You just knew your panties were soaked though by now. You could feel it. Deep breaths and schlick! sounds coming from the side caused you to see that Obanai was busy pumping his cock in slow strokes, clearly worked up from observing. Pre was already beading down his tip and down his shockingly long dick. The man wasn’t very thick but he sure made up for it in length. He would notice your curious but hungry look and his eyes would substantially darken.

“You’re staring, Y/N...” Him pointing it out with a husky drawl made you look away and to Mitsuri again, who was now sitting up like you were. Her new captivating grin that plastered on her face only made you more nervous. “Mm.. don’t get so shy now.” Obanai teased.

There was no time to debate what to do next before your inner thighs are caressed by Mitsuri. “Let’s get this off.. please?” she muttered, hooking her fingers under your waistband, just itching to get you fully undressed like her.

You nodded, lifting yourself a little to allow the shorts to be pulled off. So you were wearing a matching set. Cute. With haste, they’re taken off as well. A breath is taken in by all parties. The two admire your naked form, because fuck it was better than they imagined countless nights before this. And in all honesty, it will be the one replacing those imaginary thoughts for weeks to come. Your back is against the bed before you know it.

It seems her lover enjoys seeing Mitsuri live out her fantasies with you, and how she uses her strength to her advantage when she wants to have more from you. Especially since he knows he will get to have his way with you too, soon. He just had to be patient, even if he was leaking from the sight of you two. And the wait will be so, so worth it when he gets his hands on you. For now, this would be about you. And whatever his dearest had in store.

You think about how much restraint he must have to let her do what she wants before he can even touch, or you to him. To help him relieve the tension that was in part caused by you, because god he was really hard. He’ll get his turn soon, you suppose. You couldn’t wait to see what he has in store for you too.

But for now you focus on Mitsuri, who was running her hands over your sides repetitively. Urging you to look at her as she loomed over you. It was a spectacle. She just came moments ago but she wants more again, as told by the way she grabs at you like she can’t get enough. She definitely couldn’t. Her eyes alone telling you that she wants to make this night unforgettable, to let out her long-winded inner feelings without holding back, because this was a night of discovery. Of feeling. One of her strong legs hooks over one of yours and she’s pushing the other one of yours up with her hands, not completely to your chest, just folded a little to her liking. Oh fuck. You knew what she was doing, and if you could rub your thighs together at it, you would’ve. You thought about this more times than you should’ve in the past.

You gasp as your pussy meets hers in a sloppy and depraved kiss. She was so warm against you, the slight friction intoxicating. And hell, if you didn’t know that she would do that, you would’ve let out the desperate cry that was piled up in the back of your throat. You almost did anyways. She visibly shuddered at the contact.

She grasped your lifted thigh more firmly, almost hugging it to her chest. The slickness of both of you combined made for an easy grind of the hips by Mitsuri. Once. Testing. Her clit catches against yours. Uncontrolled sounds left you at the friction, evidently encouraging her to start her pace of grinding her clit on yours over and over once she lined it up just so. It was so dirty the way she made you feel her cunt on yours with every slide, the way her clit hit yours with each thrust of her hips and so deliciously good.

The thrill of someone watching making it feel scandalous, debauched even, but that much better.

“N/N.. oh baby..” she drawls out the petname, “Ah.. you’re s-so perfect. So— oh!—very good to us. Feels so good against me..” Her words jumbled together as she helplessly bucked her pussy on yours faster and faster.

Fucking hell you could barely think straight. You wondered if she knew just how fast she was going now. It was almost too much for you. Her clit hitting your own with each slide again and again at an impossible speed to keep up with. She had a lot of stamina compared to you, that much was clear. It was difficult to form anything but a set of whimpers and moans in response. You were so fucked out already from getting your sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly grinded on by Mitsuri’s sloppy cunt. And the noises that were coming from where you two connected were absolutely filthy. Not to mention neither of you seemed to notice how loud you were being. Obanai was not complaining, not at all. Far from that.

Mitsuri places sweet open-mouthed kisses on your leg, which she’s holding tightly in her arms to keep herself steady as she made you see stars underneath her. She muttered praises that were mostly incoherent. Your other leg is left to lay uselessly on the bed with your heel digging into it as youre being relentlessly brought white hot pleasure by the woman chasing her own pleasure through your pussy.

Soon enough, the unrelenting stimulation of it makes you feel close to snapping surprisingly fast. Mitsuri’s sloppy bucks on your twitching bundle of nerves and her own volume tells you she’s not that far off either. If you weren’t in a daze from pleasure, you’d probably feel the twitch of her clit and yours as they met over and over. The way her hands tightened on the parts of you she held, her head tilted back in her ecstasy.

“Oh.. baby- Gonna cum soon..!” Her cracking voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Mn..— Me too..!” you admit in between your own moans, somehow able to answer through the haze in your mind.

“Please —mm!— please.. with me! I neeed to c-cum with you..”

Clutching on to whatever you could, you nodded feverishly, wanting nothing but to do so. She just kept fucking herself on you. And then you can’t stop it, can’t hold back, and you break. Eyes rolling to show only white and back arched so deliciously, you cum. Nearly shaking when she guides you through your hard hitting orgasm as she chases hers, which comes just after yours. She couldn’t take hearing your sweet voice break when you came, nor how pretty you looked when you did. You felt lightheaded and overcome with pleasure. The remnants of your high only fading after she stops, her hips gyrating a bit out of the immense stimulation before she reluctantly needed reprieve from the sensitivity.

As both of you overcame your highs, you heard her giggle deliriously as she panted from her efforts.

“You were so good.. felt so good against me. I came really hard.. You looked really good too...” She blushed, easing down your leg and taking your face in both her hands, and kissing you tenderly while unlocking your tangled limbs.

“..Did you have your fun, Kanroji?” The low, sultry tone of the serpent hashira next to you two broke you out of your afterglow moment with Mitsuri.

The same man whose dick was throbbing, swollen with a small stream of precum flowing from his tip and even further down his length. He’d been stroking it for a bit now, but it still looked painfully hard. Oh.. wait, then did he purposely restrict himself from letting himself get close and cumming? Based on the state of him, it seems he might’ve. His tip was nearly red, angry with need. ‘Why would he..?’ Unless.. he was planning on taking it out on you. If only you knew how spot on you were.

Reluctantly, Mitsuri pulls away from you. A string of slick connecting you two between your thighs before it snapped. She laid next to you on the right. Her sated hum was honey-sweet as she responded to her boyfriend, “I did!” A loving peck was put on your forehead as she further inquired, “How was it, N/N? I hope it was good for you too..”

“Amazing.. I-it was really good.” you still couldn’t help but feel nervous when the stage was yours and their eyes were on you eagerly waiting your reactions. Specifically when it was about how good Mitsuri just made you feel. Mitsuri giggled again.

No more than a beat passed before Obanai stood up, a heavy air around him when he makes his way on the bed again, kneeling on it now directly in front of you. The weight of his multicolored eyes, thick with heat, bore down on you, which made you try and close your legs bashfully. As if you weren’t lewdly exposed to both of them moments prior and covered in yours and Mitsuri’s slick.

With a disapproving shake of his head and a tsk, he grabs you by your hips and drags you down the bed closer to him making you make a sound between a gasp and a yelp. “Don’t be like that now.” He tuts, forcing your legs open by his hands under your knees to eye your messy pussy up close. Not bothering to hide the groan that leaves him, nor the way he licked his lips.

He slowly lets his gaze creep back up to your face. “Did you think you were done?” He asked, observing how you looked at him meekly. You couldn’t give him a reply. Seems like he’s much more talkative when he’s in the mood. You couldn’t be happier he was, because he had his own way of making you ache. “Oh no, no, Y/N. Not by a long shot. Not when we finally get this chance. When I get the chance.”

If only you knew how irresistible you looked right now. Your body on full display laid out on the sheets beneath him, your pussy covered in yours and Mitsuri’s juices, and your lust blown pupils with your flushed cheeks. Just everything. It nearly drove him crazy. Well, crazier. No matter, he would show you how much he likes when you’re so alluring in just a moment.

Mitsuri would shuffle closer, a reassuring hand moves some hair away from your slightly sweat dampened face, and then settles on your cheek where she rubs it with her thumb. How she loved the way her boyfriend was acting with you. It was different from how he treats her. Typically, he’s soft and tender when he has his way with her. With you, it’s more rough and demanding seemingly more in tune with you specifically. You bring this out of him somehow. She could tell this would be a new side to see going forward and she was excited for you.

Obanai mutters a small “hm” as if contemplating something. Really, he just wanted to keep you aching for something, anything. A playful finger of his trails its way to your slit, dragging a stripe up to feel how absolutely drenched you were. The little whimper you made, induced a smirk. He pulls his finger away as fast as he had it on you, inspecting his finger and looking down at you as if he was discerning whether you saw how wet his finger was from the simple action. You were so messy there that there was no doubt you were, maybe even growing more wet right now.

“I bet I could just..” his eyes fall back to your pussy, the same finger going back to it to teasingly play around your entrance, circling it, but never daring to push in yet. “..slip this riiight in.”

You bit your lip, eagerly awaiting for when he would quench your growing need and stop being a tease. It was true, he could push it in with no problem. Even if you weren’t also covered in Mitsuri’s slick, you’d still be drenched. And god, you wanted to feel his fingers push in and give you the relief you craved, rather than talking to himself.

“Poor N/N. You shouldn’t tease her too much, love..” Mitsuri’s voice came out in a soft tone, with a little tinge of playfulness added in. She was pitying you, if only to fan the flames even more at the same time.

“Is that right?” Obanai purrs, all the while his calculated fingers sinfully continued to circle around your already clenching hole as he faux ponders. He gazed down at your flushed cheeks and eyes. Shit, those eyes looking at him like that.. directed at him..

His long dexterous middle finger pushes its way into you, effortlessly gliding in all the way to his knuckle. Finally. He nearly let out a grunt at how tight you were. The sweet moan that escaped your lips were merely music to the ears of your new lovers. You were only given a fleeting second to adjust to the sudden sensation before he began thrusting it in and out of you.

Just this one finger alone had you panting. He would find your sweet spot after a few pumps, seeing the way it made your voice hitch just a bit more, made you cry out just a little less softer. ‘Found it’ he noted internally, and now that he knew where to hit, he’s not going to stop. He’d abuse that spongey spot inside you, and curl his finger. This only served to make you grasp the sheets with one hand and Mitsuri’s hand with the other.

She ogled at how stunning you appeared as Obanai stretched you out. He still was doing it with care, easing you into it, even if it was intentionally making you bite your lips to stifle some louder moans. Possibly some pleas for more. Her heartbeat raced with exhilaration, mind drifting from her imagination of what’s to come and back to your twitching body. There’s no doubt she could cum just from this. Just from watching you get lost on Obanai’s fingers. Now she knew the appeal of what her dear boyfriend had witnessed earlier.

Another finger of his joined, and he curled both of them to hit the right spot each time. And fuck, he knew how to use his fingers, like too well. Not even your own fingers made you feel this good, his were longer and rougher than yours. Covering spots your nimbler fingers couldn’t alone. You gasp, hips bucking a bit as he continuously assaults that spot with his consistent curl and pump repetition.

“Yeah? Right there?” His words making you bite your lip hard. Obanai knew what he was doing to you by the way you clench, and he’s loving it. Endlessly abusing that fact with each curl on his fingers. Not to mention the absolutely obscene noises your pussy was making adding to his own pleasure from this. He might not be the best with words all the time, but he’s damn good at talking when he needs to, so you’d have to get used to it by tonight.

“Mhm- fuuck— there!” Back arching and eyes glossy, you could feel the coil about to snap. Typically, you be a bit too bashful to answer honestly to his tease, but that was out the window now. All you wanted was to make a mess of his fingers, for him to keep stroking that sweet spot with his fingers.

A dainty hand, the same one that was previously keeping you grounded, snakes its way to rub your clit in loving circular motions.

“Ah! Mits..!” You call out as you get closer and closer, the heat growing to an inferno in your lower belly. Its a lot stimulation at once when you already were growing sensitive. It felt like they were trying to drive you crazy. And they were doing a very, very good job at it.

The serpent hashira could tell you were gonna break any second, so he kept his pace, breath hitching with every clench on his fingers. He’s watching closely, as if he couldn’t get enough of your reactions right now. Greedily watching both his fingers disappear inside and your expressions when they did. He knew he was throbbing, his heavy cock twitching with the urge to feel you, to replace his fingers and soothe the ache. But before he would indulge in that, he wanted you to cum for him just like this. You had to, and you will.

“Cum for me. Show me how sinful you look when you make a mess on just my hand.” He muses at the way you clench just a bit harder at his crude encouragement.

Your back arched as you were about to do just that. It was too much to hold back for much longer. The two’s fingers were working you in perfect timing. Eager to make you cum with baited breaths and aching bodies. Your orgasm came fast, crashing down on you like a truck as your eyes roll back and your voice cracks with a loud drawn out moan. Your thighs trembling and chest heaving.

You didn’t know the last time anyone’s fingers made you orgasm that hard. Or at all. He let you ride it out, reveling in the sight of your release and subsequent sensitivity afterwards. He took a deep shuddering breath at the way you practically sucked his fingers in. As you blinked away the white dots of pleasure from your eyes, you feel their hands reluctantly pull away. As much as Obanai wanted to see how you’d twitch and whine in overstimulation, he relents. For now.

When you’ve finally brought back to reality, you catch sight of the way Obanai and Mitsuri also seemed to come out of a daze. They’d be lying if they said they weren’t hooked on how captivating you looked in your afterglow. Almost as good as how you looked when they both made you cum. Caught staring, Mitsuri blushed with a bashful smile. She couldn’t help it, you were quite the view to ogle at.

Your chest rose and fell as you catch the breath that was knocked out of you. It was nearly taken out of you again when you spot Obanai taking one of his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth, the second one had a lewd string of cum connecting it to the other. He groaned at the taste of you, his tongue lapping it up. If that didn’t bring your need back to a simmer, what happened next definitely did.

After he cleaned his finger, he let go with a small pop! Though, his other one was still left covered in your juices. The way Mitsuri was looking at him, or rather at his finger, told him all he needed to know. He held out his ring finger to her. Taking his wrist in her hands, she took it in her awaiting mouth. She couldn’t help but moan, you were sweet, so so sweet. All for them.

The erotic display in front of you made your pussy clench around nothing. ‘Fuckk that’s hot..’ is all you could think as Mitsuri swirled her tongue and cleaned your cum off of his finger, pulling away once it was clean too. It was so dirty, embarrassingly so, but it was hard to look away. Out of everything going on, and how familiar you’ve grown with them, you’d never expected something so..

Their eyes fall on you again. Being in your trance like state, you seemed to be unaware that you moaned when they were tasting you. Obanai smirked once again, this one more dark and mischievous than before.

“Naughty girl, you really liked that, didn’t you?” When you finally snap back to reality, you meekly attempt to avert your gaze. His index finger and thumb lands on your chin, coaxing you to bring it back to him. Demanding to have those dazed eyes on him. “You loved watching us have our taste of you, hmm?” His hungry eyes focused in on the sight of your slick running out of your quivering hole. Clenching around nothing. How pathetic. Though he was no better, as that made his cock twitch in response.

You breath caught. Could you give him an answer? Not that it really needed one, but still. I mean, your heart was beating out of your chest and your face was flushed more than it was before. Not to mention how much his words were affecting you. You didn’t know if you could even mutter a reply that wouldn’t be a stuttering jumble of words. It was too much, too embarrassing to be saying with all this happening so quickly. Though they already knew the answer, of course they did.

The reaction given earlier was his answer, though he couldn’t help but want to push further. Prod more. To see how worked up he could make you even after you came moments ago. Make you all needy again. But he didn’t. This was your first experience together, so he’d lay off. Just a little though, he’s still a bit in the softer side more for Kanroji.

“N/N dear, you taste so good!” Mitsuri cuts in, unashamedly. Times like this, she didn’t try to stop herself from expressing her true feelings. It was overflowing in her chest and mind, so who is she to keep it all in? She wanted more.. wanted to give you the pleasure you gave her prior tenfold. But she wouldn’t satisfy her desire for more of your taste tonight. Another time, she might if you’d let her when the time comes to ask. God, does she hope that time isn’t too long. Obanai hums low in his chest in agreement.

Growing impatient now, he’s left to decide on how he’s going to take you. His hard cock pulsed with need at the ideas in his head. Making you beg for it, pushing in to hear you scream, fucking you stupid over and over.. All were tempting. And oh, if only he could try them all..

The love Hashira is growing quite impatient herself. She wants to see more, to watch how you would look speared on her boyfriend’s cock. She could bet that you’d look absolutely stunning, and with the way things are going, she also likes seeing him act so differently with you. Made her wonder how it would play out with you in comparison. With her, he’d treat her like she could break any second, like he was holding a porcelain doll that could just shatter so easily if he pressed too hard. You’ve seemed to bring out a contrary side—one that’s more eager to see how he can break you. One that’s rougher, like he’s trying to let out his pent up frustration onto your poor body. By the looks of it, you’ll likely let him.

She notices how conflicted Obanai is quickly, and her wild imagination assists her in coming up with an idea to move the process along. Beckoning him closer, she whispers her idea—lewd, but effective in getting him more riled up than before— to which he nods. He really likes the sound of it. Very much so. Well.. Whatever it was, had Mitsuri blushing like a school girl with her crush and Obanai just teeming with enthusiasm, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. A devilish smirk was plastered on his face. Oh dear.

You didn’t know if you could’ve thought of what they were planning. They seemed to have surprised you at every turn. Your heart beat with frisson, knowing you were at his mercy. You squirmed a bit impatiently yourself. Mitsuri moves behind your head, offering her lap as a cushion for your head, her legs tucked under her. Not much thought went into it as you laid your head back on her plush thighs. You tried not to have your cheeks grow even warmer as you thought about how those thighs were your personal ear muffs not too long ago. She offered a sugary grin to you.

After you moved to this semi-new position, Obanai followed suit, pushing his body in between your thighs. The clothes he previously only tugged down to get off, were now tossed in a messy pile on the ground with the others. You could see him in his entirety now. Exposed to your watchful eyes, which drank it in greedily. Your eyes covered with a daze of desire as you did.

“Now, now.. let’s not go dumb just yet, pretty.” Your pulse quickened at the name. Maybe it was because he hadn’t given you a real pet name up until now. In another circumstance, it would’ve been romantic. But with how his hands were pushing your legs up up up until your knees nearly hit your chest obscenely… Yeah, it made your cunt feel a bit too empty.

When your legs were in a satisfying enough position for him, he glanced at Mitsuri, who nodded, and then his darkened eyes went back to yours. Without hesitation, your legs were being held in place by her. Her soft but slightly rough hands gripped under your knees. You had no option but to let her, as you knew her strength. Although you wanted so badly to cower away from how embarrassingly exposed you are to the man eyeing you like you’re a delectable food.

Seeing the sheer submission in your postion, Obanai shivers with delight. Mitsuri always matched his fantasies as if interlinked naturally. He grips himself and lays his lengthy dick on your stomach, so you all could see you deep he will go. A bit of his pre smeared over your stomach but neither of you truly cared. You watched with a hint of awe as seeing it up close on your tummy for scale was a different kind of feeling. He may not be the thickest man out there, but he was long enough to make up for it. And tonight, you’d feel that first hand.

Pleased with himself, Obanai drags his cock up and down your folds. Coating himself in you. You could just feel the heat radiating from it, gasping each time it caught your sensitive clit. A low groan from him could be heard, because fuck you were soaked. And so so messy. All for him. He parts from your pussy for a moment, attention focusing in on the addictive view of the string that formed connecting you and him.

Being patient up until now was rather difficult for the serpent hashira. It was wearing thinner and thinner by the second. And now as his tip lines up with your dripping hole, it vanished. He had to have you. He’d waited long enough. You didn’t have to plea to him, you had no time to.

“I can’t wait any longer..”That was your last warning before he pushes his lengthy cock into you slowly, though it was made easy by how slick you were on the inside too. Still, he slid in inch by inch, making you feel the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, feel every part of his dick inside. His eyes shut tightly, and he grunts, voice dragging out an audible, “Oh..”

It felt better than he could’ve ever imagined it would. He’s obviously not a virgin, but it’s his first time with you. Of feeling you in a way he’d wished he could’ve sooner. Especially on the days when you’d tease him too bravely at one of your get togethers.

Your face contorts in pleasure as he pushed in, inch by inch. Each one making you wonder how is it all going to fit because just when you think he’s done, there’s still more to take. You’ve never been intimate with a man with a dick as long as Obanai’s. But it felt so good, touching spots no one else had before with each inch.

“Shiiit— taking me so well.. just a bit more..” his voice was smooth, making you clench at the praise. He sucked in a breath at that, muttering a husky shuddered, “Fuck, don’t— don’t squeeze me like that right now..” His breathing deepens, hands pushing your legs back a bit more so you could take more of him in. Mitsuri then held it in this adjusted angle, her eyes practically had hearts in them as they stayed glued to where his length disappeared inside you.

“T-Too much..!” Your tone sounding oh so pathetic but so very enticing to the man splitting you on his cock. Everything you did only spurred him on further.

A devious knowing smirk appears on his face. “You can take it, I know you can.” Even if it really was too much, you have no choice but to let him fill you to the brim. You were at the mercy of whatever he was giving you as your legs were locked open and held where they were. “Juuust a bit more, pretty..”

Your gazes meet in a fiery exchange of desire. As he finally, finally bottoms out deep inside you, his eyes nearly roll back as his pelvis meets yours. A collective gasp from you three was heard, and you bite back a whimper though it still escaped anyways.

He braces his hands next to your hips on the bed. Took a moment to collect himself, his head falling forward slightly, and his eyes shut from the sensation of your warm heat.

He was patient enough to wait for you to adjust to the size of him, enjoying the way you squealed a little when he grinded, stirring up your insides. The last push he needed was the way your lips fell into a “o” shape, and the way you tried to hide your noises as if you weren’t shameless about them not too long ago. “Look at you, already so out of it and I haven’t even moved yet.”

Just before you could say anything, he spoke again, eyes on you with a heavy intense presence. “Maybe I should let you warm it for me instead since you can barely handle when I’m fully inside.” His tone having that hint of being condescending, but knowing him, it was his was of compensating for his increasing lack of patience.

You quickly protest. “No.. no— I can handle it. Y-You can move..”

He hummed in satisfaction at your desperation, one that matched his own. Then, you felt him slide out inch by inch, until it was just his tip. You could’ve whined at the loss, but it turned into a loud moan, close to a scream, as he thrusted right back inside. Hitting dangerously close to your cervix.

Damn, he liked that sound you made a lot. He’d make you do it again just to hear it. You bring out that little bit of sadism he kept away from his darling Kanroji. But you liked it this way didn’t you? You were always a poor liar to someone like Obanai. With the way you seemed to be enjoying such roughness at every turn, you were going to be the subject of what he couldn’t bring himself to do to the sweet girl currently holding your legs up. And you’d take it like a good girl because that’s all you could do.

“Fuck— so deep-!” You breathed only to make another sound dangerously close to a scream as he thrusted into you the same way as before.

“Mm.. but you like that I am..” He spoke with a groan punctuating it.

As much as he’d like to do this for as long as he wants, he needed you too badly. So he began pulling out only half and pushing back in and bucking his hips slowly to start up a pace he liked. The sounds you made as he started to fuck you were only encouraging him. Little curses and moans mixed with pleas for him to start a faster pace instead of the slower drag of his hips. At a particular whine you gave him, it took him out of his thoughts. Oh, you looked ravishing taking him, making those sweet sultry noises and faces just for him. Wait, did he get harder? Or was it bigger?

Either way, it had your mind trying to leave any thoughts out the window as he worked up to a quicker rhythm.

He wanted to make sure your mind was only occupied with him right now, the way he fills you in such a way you could feel every vein of his long cock. The way his heterochromatic eyes watch you unravel piece by piece underneath him like a ball of yarn being pulled slowly until it’s completely undone.

Your hands desperately fumbled to find something, anything to keep you grounded in the torrent of pleasure being forced on you. They land on Mitsuri’s forearms, the arms assisting in keeping your legs open.

“F-fuck.. wait— ngh— it’s too—!” You stammered as he slams into you again, knocking the words out of you.

“You can— shit..— take it. You’re squeezing me so tightly..” he stopped to groan, “makes me think you like this more than you let on..” his face was flushed, eyes wild as his gaze never left your face for long. Maybe only to watch your tits bounce with each thrust or to watch how he fills you.

There was no denying you liked it, of course you did. His cock was hitting all the spots that made your vision cloud and your back arch almost painfully. He could always tell you blushed just a bit harder when he would tease you with a patronizing tone when you three ate together. And now you were mewling helplessly under him as he rammed his cock inside you over and over like he was punishing your pussy with each strike just like he knew you’d want.

When you didn’t respond verbally, he cocked his head to the side a little, giving you an amused smirk. “What, don’t tell me you’re already gone? Come on— fuckk don’t tighten so much— tell me you like it or I’ll stop.”

He wasn’t truly going to, not that he could. You felt too good, looked too beautiful taking him. But he really wanted to hear you try and formulate the words to tell him to keep fucking you silly. It was his way of taking out his pent up need on you, all from watching you and Mitsuri play with each other. From forcing himself to keep from cumming as he jerked himself off, just so he could fuck it into you.

“No— oh fuck— wait please don’t stop! I like it..! I l-like it!”

You felt his dick pulse and then twitch at the sound of your voice when you begged him. Obanai cursed low, his body had a shiver sent through it because of the genuine need in your voice. The way it sounded to sinful yet so thrilling hearing you plea for him to keep rutting into you like he’s in heat. At the same time, if you had the mind to listen carefully, you’d have heard Mitsuri moan softly behind you from your words. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel the effect it had on her too, as her grip on the underside of your thighs tightened. Mitsuri didn’t dare to break the scene though, she was too addicted to being the spectator and participant.

He was relentless in his hunger to unravel you, the one who he wasn’t meant to fall for but did along with Kanroji, the one who could challenge him and return remarks in a way the contrasted with how sweet Mitsuri was with him. Right now though, you were his to decide your pleasure. To bring you to heights he wanted you to remember when you were alone late at night.

As a reward for pleasing his ego greatly, Obanai snakes a hand in between your bodies and then begins to draw circles on your clit with his thumb. You gasped sharply, the whites of your eyes only visible as your eyes rolled back. The constant deep thrusts combined with the attention to your clit had you close to snapping quicker than you thought possible.

His head fell forward more as he felt you clench around him in waves. “Hmmm? Are you getting close, Y/N?”

All you could do was nod fervently, pathetic high pitched mewls spilling from your lips. He then kept his tireless pace, thumb still rubbing languid circles on your quivering clit. The heat in your lower stomach growing to be almost unbearable by the second as he all but pounded you into the mattress.

“Go on..—mm— then cum for me. Let me feel it..” he breathed out.

“C-Cumming..!” Then you simply couldn’t take the pleasure and you came hard around his dick with a cry that echoed off the walls of their mansion.

His head then threw backwards as he felt your mounting ecstasy shatter around the two of you. He hissed deeply, his groans taking in a much more broken need laced tone as he felt his climax was within reach too.

Your sobs of pleasure turning into whimpers as he fucked you into overstimulation whist he chased his release. Even in your daze, even as you were trying to come back from cloud nine, you saw the view above you. His jaw was tightened, sweat trickling down his temple and then down his neck. His eyes rolled back before closing, and his cheeks were flushed a red. His thrusts stuttered.

Your hands released its intense grip on Mitsuri’s arms to claw at his back as much as you could reach. The mochi haired girl bit her lip harshly, besides the whole view making her feel so hot inside, she saw how Obanai was trying to get as deep as possible and chase his orgasm. So, she let your legs go slowly, making your legs settle on his shoulders.

He moaned at that, only spurring him want to cum quicker, he forced himself impossibly deeper with this position hovering even more over you.

“S-Shit.. gonna cum..” he drawled.

You didn’t respond with anything but soft sobs of the intensity of your stimulation after having just cum moments ago. Your hands dug into his sides, being the only thing you could reach for now.

The slight pain of your nails against his sides, mixed with the fluttering of your pussy around him was what drove him over. With a long groan—almost like a growl— that rumbled in his chest, the spilt his hot cum deep inside you. His head falling to your shoulder as he rutted through his orgasm, the spurts feeling endless as he made sure you were filled almost to the brim. You felt so full, both literally and emotionally.

The two of you panted heavily for the breaths you had stolen from each other. Obanai stayed inside just like that for a moment, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. His hand moves from your sensitive clit and then moves to grasp at your hips, thumbs tracing soothing caresses despite having fucked you so roughly seconds ago. You two finally start to settle from the aftershocks, though he still doesn’t move. Eventually he does reluctantly, the two of you took in a breath as he slowly pulled out. His cum gradually seeping out of you and onto their bed. Neither of them minded the mess.

When he finally picks his head up, he’s quite the mess himself. His face was much more flushed than before, pupils dilated and still had remnants of desire in them as his eyes flickered down to the view of his cum seeping out of you then back. One of his hands then cups your face in a show of contrast to the roughness he displayed, and he spoke huskily with a hint of bashfulness peaking through.

“I wasn’t too rough on you was I..? I got a bit carried away..”

You’re still breathing quickly, though it’s relatively getting normal as you come down. Still, you can’t help but smile at the change in demeanor. He was quite sweet when he wanted to be.

“A bit.. but I liked it..” your eyes avert as you continue. “… a lot.”

A low breathy chuckle is heard from above and you look at him.

“I could tell.” He said a bit smugly, making you want to cover your face.

Mitsuri watches with a fond expression as you two speak so smoothly as if you were meant to be there, with them, like this all along. Like you were the missing piece they hadn’t knew they needed until she met you that fateful day. Her hands are felt pushing the sweat slicked hair away from your face, her cheeks flushed but her smile was warm. Her eyes filled with adoration and awe as she looked down at you as if she still couldn’t believe this was real.

“You were so perfect for us.. thank you.” She spoke up, her eyes locking with yours as your gaze lifted to her.

Your face twists adorably in a hint of confusion. “What’s there to thank me for..?”

The two smile in their own way at that. Obanai’s a small but present one and Mitsuri that same familiar adoring one. Mitsuri then cups your face in her hands.

“For letting us have this.. have you.” Obanai finished for her, rubbing one of your still twitching thighs soothingly.

You were overwhelmed, both from the pleasure you had just experienced and from the sheer affection in their eyes. This wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing, not a lust filled night that would lead to regrets. Sure, they might’ve gotten a bit carried away, but it was their rather bold way of showing their deep feelings. By providing you pleasure and making you feel their.. love. In physical terms.

You couldn’t help but smile back, cheeks still dusted pink but now mostly due to the fluttering feeling of butterflies in your chest. You leaned into the touch of Mitsuri’s hands surrounding your face.

Before you could speak on it, Mitsuri spoke up again. Almost blurted out by her, but this was still technically a part of the plan albeit carried out a bit interestingly.

“I really hope you know what this was really about.” She says, a bit too serious for someone who always sugar coated things. It made you worry, but it was soon soothed by her continuing, “We’ve fallen for you, N/N.”

Your cheeks grow red again instead of the light pink. You felt almost euphoric hearing it said out loud. Finally. The confirmation you needed to have your mind stop spinning.

But also.. oh my god. They really did reciprocate your feelings. Not just due to desire.

“Really..?” You ask, though truly it was your way to make sure that was real. Not a hazy dream coming from the afterglow.

“Of course, I’d never lie about that. Not to you.” She affirms, her thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You melt under her touch, before taking a glance at Obanai. He simply nods.

“She fell for you first, and I was.. jealous. I knew Kanroji, she’d never act on it if it wasn’t what I wanted..” he confessed, “but.. as we spent more time together, I realized I was beginning to feel the same.” His eyes averted this time for a moment, a rare sign of subtle embarrassment at the sentiment. His cheeks felt hot again.

Forcing his eyes back to you, he waited. They both did. For their own confirmation on what you felt.

“I.. I feel the same way. I have for a while.” Your eyes darted between them as you spoke. “I guess.. I felt a little guilty for liking you both, as you two had each other. But I’m really, really glad you return my feelings.”

At that, Mitsuri’s face beams and Obanai’s mouth is upturned to a subtle smile. The three of you bask in the after glow of your activities, the air still smelling like sex. Nothing needed to be said in that period of time, and it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. Just peaceful… as peaceful you can be after what was done just minutes ago.

You felt the shift in the serpent Hashira, your eyes darting over to see what he’s doing. By the time you do, you saw him walking over to the door and then out of the room. Before you could pout too much about him leaving so suddenly, he’s back. He was quite quick with it, almost as if he was trying to make it back before you think too much.

He has two bottles of water and a few towels, the towels having been soaked with warm water. He hands the water to you and to Kanroji. The mochi haired woman thanks him before grabbing her towel to clean herself off. Just as you were about to do the same as you sat up, Obanai shakes his head.

“Allow me to do it. After all.. I did get carried away earlier.” He suggested, halfway already patting your thighs with a warm towel.

You would disagree, saying it was okay really and that giving you the water and towel was more than enough. You didn’t, because besides his suggestion that he was responsible for a lot of the mess, you saw the softer look in his gaze as he took intentional care in cleaning you up. Somehow, the intimacy didn’t make you shy away despite everything.

He took deliberate care in cleaning up the mess the three of you made between your thighs. Mitsuri had cleaned herself off by now, watching fondly as Obanai focused on his task. After a little bit (a few seconds of watching) she couldn’t help herself, cupping your cheek from your right and kissing your forehead which made your heart flutter with warmth. Setting aside the dirty towel he used for you, Obanai then cleans himself off with his own.

There was another moment of peace. Then Mitsuri, who still had your cheek in her palm, stared at you adoringly.

“I know we just talked about how we feel but I really want to this ask directly!” She piped up. “So, N/N, would you like to be our partner? The two of us?” Her voice hopeful.

Giggling a little even as your heart skipped a beat, you nod. “Of course, I’d really like that. A lot..”

She squealed in delight and threw her hands around your neck almost tackling you on your back, if it weren’t for you putting a hand behind you. Your other hand hugs her back. She excitedly pulls back just enough to place a chaste kiss to your swollen lips. You felt Obanai squeeze your knee assuringly.

Then the man takes your cheek in one of his rough hands and does the same as Mitsuri, though it lasted a bit longer. It was the first time in this whole night he kissed you. He pulls back too, smiling much more obviously now.

“I’m glad.” He says simply, but the way he said it made it seem profound.

Mitsuri’s arms are still wrapped you squeezing you in joy though now she pulls Obanai into the hug as well. “You have no idea how happy I am, to finally be able to call you ours. I love you, N/N!” She blurts out. Though she wasn’t embarrassed by it too much, because she meant it with her whole heart.

Your arm is around her still, but your free hand that was previously stablizing you was taken by the man next to you.

“I love you too, Mits.. and you as well Obanai.”

His face flushed for a brief moment at the sudden words directed at him too, but he recovers enough to reply. “I.. I love you too.” He says, shyer than Mitsuri. He’s still getting used to his feelings and getting over his past and his fears stemming from that.

Minutes pass as Mitsuri pulls you down to lay with her, and then it’s not long before the black haired man settles in on your other side. You three fell asleep not too long after everything, having been utterly exhausted from it all, with Mitsuri hugging you chest to chest, while Obanai’s arm was slung across both of you from behind you.

You didn’t think you’d come out of the invitation Mitsuri gave with two new lovers, but you’re certainly not complaining.

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15k words?? You’re blessing us 😍

Yeah I went a bit over board 😭

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Oh my GOD that fic took years off my life you guys.. but I finished my Obamitsu fic! Go read it please <33

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Love In Strange Places

Obamitsu x F!Reader

Word Count: 15.7k (good lord-)

Warnings: pwp, afab reader, polyamory, threesome, fingering, scissoring, unprotected sex, voyerism, degradation, a bit rough sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, there’s aftercare, I think that’s it but lmk!

A/N: it took hours to proofread this alone, come to find out it’s because it’s 15k words?? Anyways here’s the fic I promised a while ago 😭

The cool breeze of the weather was a nice addition to the absolutely beautiful scenery in front of you. In a rather tranquil place that you visited often, whether to clear your mind or to simply bask in it. It was a big lake surrounded by an array of different trees on either side, which leaves were always peacefully blowing in the occasional wind. You always sat on a dark wooden bench near the water, gazing out at the view, watching the sunrise every morning you could. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you’ve always been utterly captivated by how lovely the sunrise looks over the water.

One morning, as you approached the area routinely, you see a silhouette of a woman sitting on one side of the typically empty bench. How unusual, you thought. But then again, you knew how beautiful the place was in the early morning, so it made sense someone would stop and admire. As you got closer you noticed she had unusual pink and green hair, tied up in three thick braids. Intrigued, you approached.

“Oh, good morning.” You greeted, making yourself known softly as to not alarm her. You took a seat to her left, careful to take the other edge of the bench so you’re not getting in a strangers’ personal space.

She knew she felt a presence but jumped a little at you sitting down next to her like this. Even with your greeting, she was a bit more focused on the view before you sat. She gave you a big beaming smile, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she is up close now that you could see her face. Your eyes were drawn to her the little dark dots under her lower lashes, and how they drew your attention to her eyes. Eyes that were the same minty green as part of her hair. How unique, it looks just like sakura mochi.

The woman in question also couldn’t help but note your beauty as well (and the fact you were kinda staring at her), making her cheeks blush slightly. “Ah, hi- good morning! I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here today so early,” she laughed lightly, “I’m Kanroji Mitsuri, and you are..?” She quickly responds to your greeting, almost giddy. Her mint eyes shined, and you began to feel at ease because of her welcoming attitude.

You said your name. She nodded, noting your name in her head, before repeating it again to herself.

“I didn’t think many people knew about this place. But I’m glad to see someone here every once in a while.” You chuckle softly.

She quirks her head and shoots you an impossibly sweeter grin. “It’s beautiful here! Do you come here often? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before, Y/N-san.” Her mouth pouts a little at the end of her sentence. You find it cute that she’s pouting even if just a little at not knowing you before today. She seemed to be one who has many friends, no doubt.

Looking out at the familiar view of the lake and the pink hued sky reflected in it, you hum. “Every morning, I come here to watch the sunrise.” A waft of wind passes. “I could say the same though, it would be hard to miss a woman like you around if I had.” To your words, she giggles delightfully.

“Well, I’m happy I stumbled upon this place! Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.” Her words warm your heart. She seemed so intent on talking more with you, even having met you merely moments ago. Her whole vibe made it easy to keep taking with her as if you weren’t acquainted minutes before but instead long time friends.

The conversation continued from there, easily carried on by how friendly and bubbly she is. The both of you became friends from then on, and Mitsuri would go almost every morning to sit next to you after that first meeting. It was nice to have someone to appreciate the scenery and to talk to in the peaceful atmosphere.

You soon learned of her pets, which she clearly adored— given how much specifics she went into about them in a matter of minutes— but also of her lover. Mitsuri gushes about him quite a bit as well, so you eventually caught his name, Iguro Obanai, which she affectionately calls either Iguro-San or mostly Obi. She makes him seem like quite the lover boy too, so you’re not surprised he got with such a sweet woman like her.

It was inevitable that you two became quite close over time in having this constant routine together. After the sunrise finished its course in the early hours, sometimes the two of you would go for breakfast. Though sometimes she’d have to skip, which in that case she would make the most devastated face and apologize profusely.

On no particularly special day where you two were able to eat together, you decide to ask as you two sat after she had got into talking about her lover once again, “Why don’t you invite your boyfriend to join us sometime? By the way you describe him, he seems lovely. I’d like to meet the one who has you gushing about him so often.” You tease lightheartedly.

She blushed, as she always did. “That’s a good idea, N/N! I’ll be sure to talk to Iguro-san about it when I see him.” Kanroji hoped he would agree , but then again.. she didn’t know how willing he’d be. He can’t say no to her most times though, so maybe she’ll convince him through a pair of puppy dog eyes.

You didn’t push the suggestion further, simply humming before flowing back into other conversations with her over breakfast.

Mitsuri kept that in her mind to ask Iguro if he’d join you two for food, until she was home and saw him setting up his sheathed katana against a wall. Oh, how it warmed her heart in seeing the simple domestic things they both did. Even having lived together for quite a while now. It took a bit of convincing, but Obanai conceded to Mitsuri’s request (Mainly due to her previously mentioned puppy dog eyes). After all, he heard all about you after that fateful meeting. Although, the meeting part alone wouldn’t have been enough, given Kanroji’s habit of being way too friendly for her own good.

You two met a couple days after, when both of them weren’t too busy in the early hours just before they’d train. This first meeting was quite interesting, at least. The three of you were out in a small restaurant that you and Mitsuri frequented. He was a bit skeptical, as he was with most, but at least his girlfriend has talked about you enough to know you weren’t any outstanding nuisance to be around. His rather.. intimidating demeanor caught you off guard, and it didn’t help that the mask made it to where sometimes you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You did note how lovely his mismatched eyes were though. One a green-ish blue, the other yellow. How fitting for one as mysterious as he came off as.

He didn’t speak too much, mainly responses and he didn’t eat— or at least you didn’t see him eat, but you’re not one to judge. Maybe he just ate before. Though, soon he would grow tolerant of you, saving more responses to give to you instead of his clearly biased ones to the mochi haired woman. He might be intimidating at first, but you can see the lover boy in him with Mitsuri. That helped easier conversations flowed between the three of you that felt less like a challenge or test and more like a casual chat. After all, Mitsuri adored you as her close friend, endlessly talking about the pretty view in the morning and the wonderful girl she saw nearly daily ever since she met you. It’s no wonder Obanai couldn’t help but try and see a bit of good in his girlfriend’s new friend. Even if his past with women in his family was.. rather tragic.

As Mitsuri would invite Obanai to the get-togethers more often, there would be a certain kind of unspoken tension that would develop between the three of you. Confusing, but present tension built as the months passed. First, it was tense in a getting familiar with each other and trying to find where you stand kinda way, but then it grew to be much different the more you three spent time together. Yes, Mitsuri felt close to you.. sometimes maybe a bit too casual to be completely platonic, but that’s easy to dismiss due to her bubbly and friendly nature. You would notice, however, that while talking, Mitsuri would laugh and then her hand would land itself on your thigh close to your knee. Not too high, just enough to make you wonder what the motives are when they stayed. If she was aware of the warmth that would bloom in that area she touched. If she knew she was doing this, she was pretty good at hiding her intentions. Though knowing her, her intentions are always in good nature regardless of context.

Or sometimes how she’d adjust your hair if it fell out of place during conversing, even if it was only slightly displaced. Like she was looking for an excuse to touch you. Then there was a new one you noticed too after about a month, maybe even three (time passes quick when you’re having fun as they say). Obanai’s gaze would focus on you for an extended period of time, before looking away before (or after) he was caught. Was it a curious glance? Analyzing your reactions, momentarily under his scrutiny? Or something else? Gosh, you really couldn’t tell with that guy.

You couldn’t help the blush that would appear on your cheeks in these odd moments. I mean, whose wouldnt? Two attractive people with this sort of intimate tension between you and them is something you don’t get everyday. And it doesn’t help that you were part of the large percentage of people who’ve never experienced anything like this, so you felt completely out of your league. The thing now was, who was going to break first and set a name to whatever was going on? Give a little clarity to ease your mind? It was hard to determine, even though you can’t bring yourself to stand this much longer. It was making your heart flutter a bit too much in a way that was making you feel confused about this dynamic. Simultaneously, it was like you were dreaming and having to relive to uncertainties of your situation on a consistent basis leaving you with more questions.

As time went past with unanswered questions, Mitsuri would be much more touchy than her normal occasional (though as said before, those were becoming increasingly common) friendly ones. Her touch would last longer on your skin, whether that be on your thigh or on your shoulder or even your arm. Places that weren’t committing to anything but felt profound all at once. And every time this would happen, she’d always look away like she wasn’t doing anything when you’d notice her linger. Though she wouldn’t stop the wandering hands of hers, poor girl couldn’t resist. She’d give her boyfriend a look when you didn’t react negatively—confused maybe, but never any hint of pulling back— as if to prove something or confirm it. And he’d return it. Like they knew something you didn’t, and were communicating telepathically, making you feel increasingly aware of yourself. Then Obanai would turn around and do something like tease you with his words, not just condescendingly like he typically does. He still does it though, he just holds back a bit more, maybe for Kanroji. They would jump around the line of friendship and something more complex, without throwing you a bone as to which one it was. Just something, anything. You wanted to understand.

You had overfilled your cup with water once during your meals together, this time it was lunch, completely unable to concentrate with your inner thoughts running a mile a minute when you were around them. They were quick to notice. Mitsuri helped you clean the mess, telling you to be careful with her honeyed tone. Meanwhile you could see Obanai grin under his mask. At least you got relatively good at reading his emotions after a while.

Resting his bandage covered cheek on the back of his hand, Obanai hummed. “Distracted?” He had spoken in a kinda condescending coo, poking fun at your mishap. Though it wasn’t a jab at you as much as it was a tease.

Flushed, you mumbled out an apology for being so out of it when you were supposed to be conversing with the couple. How cute, they thought. Mitsuri giggled, telling you it’s alright and not to worry. You hoped they didn’t notice how embarrassed you were that he caught you daydreaming, because the last thing you’d want is to have to sink into the floor because they found out it was about them.

And gods, did this whole thing made you feel backed in a corner while also being pulled in two different directions. This felt like a gradual build up to something you didn’t understand. What if they were just being friendly, familiar in a close platonic way? What if you make a wrong move or take this the wrong way and ruin this dream you’re in? They’re already a couple themselves, surely they don’t truly mean for this topic to be so nerve wracking for you.

It was almost like a game. A game of who would be the one to break the silence on just what was happening. Pushing your thoughts down could only go so far, really. The three of you were dancing around the subject but never really touching it for weeks after it started developing. Leaving it, unfortunately, up for interpretation as that day passed.

This relatively peaceful afternoon is like any other, you were at your home doing your favorite down time hobby as usual. You hummed a tune that was stuck in your head while doing so. You only stopped after you saw a crow cawing at your bedroom window, tapping its talons in the windowsill. The crow in question being a familiar mochi hair girl’s. The crow even had cute little decorations on it. Very much like Mitsuri. It wasn’t entirely out of the norm to get a letter from her, as she often sent them when she wasn’t in town to have meals with you. It brought you smile when she did. It made you feel important.

You carefully took and read the letter, watching the cute crow fly away after giving you a little parting caw. The letter was short and sweet, although what it contained caught your attention.

“N/N, would you join us at our manor tonight? We wanted to discuss something with you, and it would be perfect to hang out for tea too!”

It was signed with an adorable little flower and a heart next to her name. The directions to said place were also written at the bottom along with the specific address. This was the first time you were going to go to their place. Your heart hammered against your chest as you finished reading.

‘She’s inviting me over? It is to hang out and drink tea, but why do I feel there’s more weight to it? What would she want to talk about? What should I wear?’ Many questions swirled in your head. You shake your head, and compose yourself. ‘Calm down, this is a normal thing people do’. Your eyes move to your closet, and you stood up to find something to wear. Flicking through the options, you went for a casual but nice outfit, preparing for any occasion that it might be. A nicely fitted (f/c) shirt and some comfy shorts. Nothing too much or too little, and just enough to look good and put together— and not thrown together in a panicked state to look good for the first time you go over— without much effort. At least your clothing looks put together, even though your mind definitely isn’t.

Each step there had your brain in an endless loop of what ifs and contemplation on the reason for the sudden invitation. As weirdly ominous the need for her to ask to discuss something via letter is. Possibly because it sounds like something similar to a ‘we need to talk’ break up type of situation even if that’s definitely not it. Your feet felt pretty heavy as you now stood in front of their estate. It was a beautifully decorated home, of course it was. You saw a small bee farm, which you had heard about previously from the lively Hashira when she rambled on about her recipe for honey related foods. The exterior was a neat tan and brown patterned set of walls. You desperately tried to calm yourself, and with a shaky hand you knock on the front door. ‘God, get a grip!’ You scolded yourself internally.

There’s next to no more time after to collect yourself, as Mitsuri opens the door with an enthusiastic whoosh! Almost as if she had been close to the door, waiting for you to come.

“N/N! Come in, come in!” She gives you a brief hug. She then ushers you inside, and down the halls of her cozy home.

You were going to wonder where Obanai was, until she lead you lightly by your lower back to a dining area. More specifically, to a table with three chairs around it. Obanai sat quietly in one of the chairs, almost expecting this level of excitement from his girlfriend upon seeing you, though you could see the way his eyes softened at it.

“I’m glad you could make it! Here, take this seat. I’ll go make some tea for us too!” She chirped as she all but skipped out of the room.

Nodding, you took the seat she pulled out for you. Obanai was on your left, and his snake was nowhere to be seen. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him without that white snake of his. That’s odd. Is this that serious? He notices your eyes searching for his companion. “He’s in his room.”

You shoot a look of confusion. “His.. room?”

“Mhm. Kanroji gave Kaburamaru his own small room because she knew he liked having his own space and couldn’t stand the idea of putting him in anything less than that.”

You smiled. You can definitely see her doing that, even with something relatively trivial. “That’s sweet. And so much like her to do..” He hummed in agreement.

Though.. the thought still lingered. What did she want to talk about that she had to do it like this? Guess you’d have to find out when she came back.

Obanai wasn’t an incredibly talkative guy, he preferred listening, so there was a silent stretch of time. It wasn’t entirely awkward though, much to your relief. During that time, you looked around the room, and to him occasionally. It was strange seeing the two of them in more casual attire. You’re used to their typical uniform, maybe their training outfits if the time was right.

You didn’t catch the man next to you also taking a few glances at you. Maybe you were too distracted or maybe he had gotten better at hiding it. He noted the outfit you chose, and how the shirt hugged your chest— not in a way that’s tight fitting, but also not incredibly loose either. Then, how your shorts rode up as you sat. Tch. It was like you were taunting him, just as much as he has been to you. The worst part was you didn’t know you were doing it.

What you thought was casual, was actually much more appealing to him than u knew. To them, even. Casual, and yet it looked good on you. Mitsuri caught a few of her own quick looks of you as she lead you there to sit and one or two before leaving the area. You saw both of them looking at you only a few times, but tried hard to brush it off as normal. Because if you didn’t, your face might heat up more than the light dusting of blush you had going on now.

There was a constant internal fight of whether to speak up and relieve this anxiety, or to play blissfully unaware to save yourself. For now, you would pick the latter. Though you might spiral in the process for the millionth time.

You’re becoming painfully aware of the surroundings in the silence. The sound of Obanai’s fingers tapping on the table, and of your own heartbeat you swore he could hear by now.

“Distracted again, Y/N?” His low but playful voice cuts through the silence. Obanai’s head cocked to the side just a little.

He caught you again. You scolded yourself in your head once more. How is it that his mere presence makes your nervous? Especially when you’re not sure if you two were left alone together for long, if ever. Honestly, you’re eagerly but anxiously waiting for Mitsuri to get back. It probably wouldn’t save you though.

Under his mask, he smirks, amused. “You have such poor focus, you know.” He continues, relishing in how your face flushes to a rosy hue. He was messing with you. You knew this. And it should annoy you. And yet.. it still made the butterflies in your stomach swirl.

“Sorry.. I don’t know why I’ve just been..” you responded only to trail off, voice shaky despite how you tried to hide the extent of your embarrassment.

You didn’t know whether to thank the gods that Mitsuri came back that moment, or to curse them. “Here you go!” She says in a joyful tone as usual.

She places a warm cup of tea in front of you, and then her boyfriend. You would notice how her fingers brushed against yours longer than needed. Instead of drifting off again, you took a sip of your drink. How considerate, she let it cool enough to drink before bringing it in. As she sat down across from you, you savored the flavoring of the tea. Sencha, a tea with the perfect amount of sweet in addition to the herbal taste.

“It’s perfect, thank you, Mits.” You smiled at her as warm as the tea you were given.

The bubbly woman across from you smiles wider and her cheeks stain a light pink. “I’m glad!”

A tranquil, short amount of time passes, the three of you drinking (really just you and her) and talking. It was a relief that at least they were acting normal, considering the panic that letter gave you inside less than an a few hours ago. ‘Maybe I’m just being dramatic.’ you contemplate.

For a bit, your mind was off your worries. After all, it was easy to get lost in conversation with them. Even if it was Mitsuri doing most of the talking. It didn’t matter, you enjoyed it anyways.

Afternoon turns to night in what seems like an instant. You look out a window to see that it was now getting dark. Both of them have yet to bring up whatever they had to talk about. Could it be that they forgot? In their defense, it truly is easy to lose track of time when you’re together. It’s anyone’s guess, but you take the near absence of daylight as your cue to go. Usually, they had duties to attend to at night, but you weren’t aware they both tried to take this one day off. Mitsuri may or may not have pleaded with a few fellow Hashira to take their missions for tonight in exchange for doing the same. Of course, they’d be on call if necessary.

“Ah, it’s pretty late..” you would eventually mention, much to Mitsuri’s disappointment. You poor thing, you don’t even know how far they planned this out.

“So soon?” She pouts, then takes your hands in hers over the table. Almost as if to beg you to stay before you even got up. Her eyes go from yours to Obanai’s, where they seem to have another silent discussion with their gazes. Whatever it was, he approved of with a slight nod of the head. Her minty green eyes and his heterochromaric ones set their sight back on you. Your heart almost lept right out of your chest.

“It’s dangerous out at night.” Her lover chips in. Obanai’s finger trailing the edge of his teacup, putting up the act of nonchalance. Though his eyes, never trailing too far, were sure to tell you he was anything but that right now.

“Why don’t you stay the night here?”she suggests almost too quickly, too enthusiastically. “I’d feel super guilty if I let you go out this late..”

Ok, this time your heart could actually leave your chest this time from how hard it was beating. “Well I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome..” Plus, you didn’t quite prepare for that.

She couldn’t have you thinking about leaving now. Not tonight, that would be a shame. Her manicured hands, soft but a bit rough in parts of her inner hand from her work, squeeze yours. “No, no! We wouldn’t mind at all! Right, Obi?” His head shakes in confirmation. He’d let her do the most talking.

You hoped they couldn’t hear how nervous they were making you when the focus is on you. Not to mention she was still touching you, holding your hands like she couldn’t bear letting you go. And the way Mitsuri was all but begging you to stay tonight. While you wanted so badly to say yes, you didn’t know if you should. Your chest miiight explode in anxiety ridden pieces the longer you stay here.

Seeing the hesitation on your face, Mitsuri shakes your hands lightly. Her pouting face, while looking slightly dejected, was hard to say no to. Now you know how Obanai feels. With a defeated sigh, you concede. “.. if you’re sure it’s alright.”

Her expression lights up again. Her lover’s did too, if you looked close enough. It was settled then.

Another conversation ensues for a little while after, returning to one as if you hadn’t discussed that at all. You participated, but had to force yourself to stay in focus while the idea of sleeping over lingered. Not that they let that fact go either. They simply wanted to ease your mind a bit.

The night got darker, and eventually it was nearing time to settle down. You were given a tour of their home, courtesy of Kanroji. After, you would excuse yourself to the restroom to freshen up. You hadn’t prepared for staying over, but you were glad you chose the clothing you did as it was comfortable enough to sleep in. You did what you can with what you had. Adjusting your hair and making sure your clothing looked fine is all you did end up doing, not only to look presentable but to stall for time.

Caught up in yourself, you failed to notice the taller woman walk up behind you. You forget she literally saves people for a living with how sweet she is when you interact, so her steps are measured, quieter. “You look pretty today, you know that?” Her voice soft as she pushed your hair off one of your shoulders, letting the touch linger. “N-Not that you aren’t all the time!” She corrected herself, glancing at your reflection.

You gasped and jumped at the unexpected and sudden contact. Once you saw it was her, you calmed. Your heart didn’t. She was so close to you. This felt.. very intimate, in a way. It made your cheeks warm up but you laugh it off.

“Oh, you flatter me. I could say the same for you, Kanroji.”

“I mean it though.” She smiles, but this one felt like it had another meaning. “And your outfit tonight. It’s um..” her cheeks blush as she clears her throat. Her gaze lingered on your thighs in the mirror for a tick.

“A bit suggestive on you.” A low voice from the doorway pitched in, giving his girlfriend some leeway.

You look to him, startled, then yourself in the mirror. Was it? It was comfortable, but you guess it was quite skimpy in places if you really thought about it. Maybe with the right person it could be considered anything. The shorts were anything but long, and the shirt did cling to your body if you moved a certain way. Maybe you made the wrong choice of clothing or-

“Almost like you’re.. enticing us on purpose.” He accuses you, not with anger but something more.

What?

Did your delusions make auditory hallucinations, or did he actually say that? You whip your head to him at nearly neck breaking speed as he stood leaning on the doorway casually and then over to the woman still behind you. God, she really is close. But.. no way he meant it like that. Even though really, at some point it’s hard to push it off. You can’t keep doing it. Your face goes much redder than it has before. It was getting a little warm in here, too warm for your comfort. “H-Huh?”

Mitsuri looked like she gained her confidence again, because she placed her hands on your waist. Her gaze flickered from yours in the mirror as if waiting for your response or approval to the touch. Obanai crossed his arms, you could tell he was awaiting it too.

“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t get it. You’re not very observant are you?” He asked teasingly, as if you missed the most obvious thing in the world.

Your body heats up with your face as you process what’s truly happening, and it isn’t the product of a dream. Mitsuri’s soft hands made butterflies stir where she touched you. No, that was very, very real. It went quiet. The two of them wanted some kind of response to the advance that was made. The subtle change in atmosphere. How you’d take it. How much this could lead to if you’d react positively.

For them, the game of cat and mouse had been going on for too long. They wanted to know how you felt— about them and about the current state. Because this was getting hard for them to push aside, too. And additionally wanted to tell you just how fond they’ve grown of you. Initially, the plan was to have a heartfelt conversation with you and explain everything. Said plan wasn’t entirely thrown out, no, but it did change after you arrived to the mansion. The plan was in motion until you actually showed up and they got distracted.

Her hands stayed put, but she couldn’t stand the wait so she elaborated. “Didn’t you wear this to look pretty for us?” She pouted again, quirking her head to the side.

While yes, you wore it to not only be comfortable when you came here but also to look presentable to them, you didn’t think they would react this way. Or at all.

You avert your gaze to the sink. Obanai bit back a smirk, opting to speak for you.

“So you did, even if likely unintentionally.” He left his spot at the doorway to stand close to both you and his lover. “Did you know just how little it left to the imagination? What the mind could make of it in the right situation?” His rough calloused hand pulls your attention to him by grasping your chin. He wasn’t going to let you do anything but answer. At his words, the light grip Mitsuri had on your waist tightened ever so slightly. Oh my, she liked that look in his eyes.

“Is.. is that a bad thing?” You mutter out bashfully, your hands still hovering by your sides.

The mochi haired woman, whose grip didn’t lay off, shook her head quickly, you could see it in your peripheral. Obanai then let go of your chin so that she could turn you to finally face her—them—head on. Literally and metaphorically.

“Oh- no! Definitely not bad. In fact, it’s been very distracting. Though you’re just distracting..” she blushes, though she doesn’t let go just yet. She liked the warmth of your body through your clothes against her hands too much right now.

Instead, she trails off, glancing at you lips and to your widening eyes. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to follow your heart. And the part of you that you’ve tried to push down so hard, was fading like cotton candy in water. They weren’t messing with you, no. They weren’t that cruel. Whatever this whole thing would be after tonight, it was a talk for later. Or maybe found out sometime during the night.

Mitsuri thought the same about following her heart, as she impatiently (and impulsively) crashes her lips to yours. She really couldn’t help it, you looked too cute not to.

Oh, her lips were so soft on yours. After the initial shock of the gesture passed, you wrapped your arms around her neck and returned the kiss. The move was in part to prove to yourself this was real, but also to put your months of tension-built passion into it by pulling her closer. Her hold on your waist stayed firm. You almost whined when she pulled away, just as breathless as you.

Obanai watched it all. Right. You had momentarily forgotten about that when she kissed you. He was smirking under his mask. It was all in his eyes. The beautiful ones you admired when you thought he didn’t notice. The ones now taking this all in with interest and curiosity.

“We should probably move this to a more.. comfortable place before we get into anything, hm?” He suggested, making you realize this is actually happening. Not just that, but it made you excited for what will occur once you’re in there. Your mind conjured a few.. interesting scenarios. This wasn’t just a little stolen kiss. This was much, much more real.

The three of you make your way to the mentioned room. Your hand being used to enthusiastically drag you there by Mitsuri. Immediately upon the door being shut, the heated tension grew so much thicker. So thick, and ever so present, with the only thing you can do is see whether you’ll make it out without suffocating before anything happens. You’re eagerly pulled to the large, comfortably layered bed in the center-back side of the room by Mitsuri. She lays on the bed and takes you down with her. You land on top of her, and watch as her breathing gets heavier when you make yourself comfortable even though this is not the move you expected.

Obanai takes the spot to the left of you two and sits, perfectly fine with spectating patiently for now. This was Mitsuri’s idea, her moment. His intense stare burns on the side of your head, making you that much more eager to see where this takes you, while keeping you reminded he’s there.

The woman underneath you pulls you down again, this time to kiss you much more passionately. Her tongue asking for entrance after just a few seconds and you obliged. Your tongues dancing with your unspoken desires, not battling, but rather exploring the new territory. Savoring each other in this new change of dynamic.

With an impatient little whine, her gentle hands begin tugging at the hem of your top, asking permission silently to take it off. Gosh, she looked like an eager puppy. You reluctantly pull away from the kiss completely to drag the shirt up and off your body. Two sets of eyes trail to the view of your exposed torso, and the way your cleavage looked so tempting in that bra you wore underneath your top. Your skin flushed in certain places, only making it that much more appealing to eager eyes. A nicely fitting black bra is what you chose today, one that made Mitsuri wonder if your panties matched the pretty lace up top. Well, she’d find out soon enough.

As you continue your makeout session again, you felt the clasp of it being undone behind your back. That wasn’t Mitsuri. You gasp into Mitsuri’s mouth as your chest is exposed by Obanai, the temperature change makes your nipples harden slowly. She swallows any words you would’ve said at that moment with the increasingly heated kiss.

You let out a saccharine moan when her fervent hands cup one of your breasts, feeling the weight of it in her palm. To the sound of such a sweet moan, muffled but audible, she replies with one of her own into your mouth. She thinks she might get addicted to the sound of your voice when you’re like this. Her hands sensually trail from down your waist, then ribs, then back up to your tits. The girl couldn’t resist feeling you up. She tugs and rolls with your now fully hardened nipples playfully between her fingers as she made out with you. The light bolts of pleasure zipping right to your lower body. It felt good, even better because of who was doing it.

The two of you part once more, panting because, unfortunately, you needed air to live. This gives Mitsuri time to actually admire your chest, and your nipples, which were a bit redder than normal from her earlier ministrations.

“You’re.. so gorgeous, Y/N.” She would say, her voice filled with so much love and adoration that it would be been overwhelming if it weren’t for how needy you were right now. Instead, it fueled it.

“Can I..” you start, referring to her top. The one you’d been pawing at during the second makeout session, but didn’t have the heart to break from it yet before she beat you to it.

“O-Oh.. right! Yeah..” She blushes bashfully, caught in her distracted ogling, and lifts herself a bit to let you take it off. Shit. No bra, you noticed. You can’t say you didn’t earlier, however, you just weren’t 100 perfect sure.

How much was this really planned? Was she hoping this would happen? That’s quite naughty for such a sweet girl like herself.

You return the intimate touches she gave you and place slow kisses down her neck, leaving her to moan softly as you kissed at her fluttering pulse. You trail your kisses to her sizable chest, tongue eventually swirling around her sensitive nipples. To which she let out more present moans, turns out she quite sensitive there. Your hand toys with the other one as to not leave it unaccounted for while you mouthed this one.

She let you do this for a moment, and thoroughly enjoyed it, before she cupped your face to look at her. You let it pop out of your mouth. “P-Please.. I want more, N/N.” Her lips formed an irresistible pout, her body squirming a bit. Not to mention there was a pretty pink flush coating her cheeks.

“More?” You repeat.

You looked over to Obanai, and he just nods. “Don’t keep her waiting.” He encourages.

Your hands then trail down until they met the waistband of her skirt. She lifts her hips just enough to confirm that this is what she meant. As you slide down her skirt and eventually her panties, you heard the sound of Obanai undoing his belt. Eager too, was he? The sound making your heart beat impossibly faster. The idea of him just watching this and not knowing what he’ll do at any given time, turns you on like hell. You could feel it in your lower belly. His bandages were tossed to the side as well, revealing his scar that reached almost from ear to ear on his mouth on each side respectively.

You had actually seen it before and could recall how anxious he was when he finally showed you it. Though he did it partly to appease Mitsuri, he also did it for himself a little because he wanted to know that he could trust you with it. Before he gave thought to his blooming feelings, the ones that had been spreading from Mitsuri and to him. He was so uncharacteristically fearful that you would find it scary, disgusting even. Or worse, you’d see it how he does, a horrid result of his past— forever etched on his skin. But you never looked away, or said anything about it other than that it didn’t change how you saw him. That it was part of his story. This is what truly made him realize his feelings for you.

And now, he visibly bit his lip, simultaneously tugging off his clothes shamelessly. Turns out, the man who’s quick to prod or tease is also easily taken away by his own desire. And for a guy usually so jealous about anything involving Kanroji, he’s enjoying this. You couldn’t dwell on it too long, as you had a task you’d like to get back to.

Mitsuri’s bare folds are within your sights as the final layer is tossed aside and you take a second to admire how it glistens in the dim light of the room. Your thumbs spread her open to get a good look. Fuck. Wet already, and very inviting. All for you. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to taste her. Would she taste as sweet as she is? You just had to find out after these months of craving more from them, of having your mind come up with the lewdest images in the late nights. Her squirming hips set you back to the moment.

No more delay. You flatten your tongue near her already clenching hole and sensually lick up, up, up until you reach her clit. She nearly squeals in pleasure as you licked the stripe upwards to test the waters. She tasted better than you expected, a taste just hers and hers alone. One you’d indulge in again at a later date is she let you. Confidence grew in you as you repeated the motion a few times, before setting a consistent pace up n’ down the sensitive nerves, occasionally swirling in circles to coax out her pleasure. Good, she liked this. You relish in how she pulls you closer by your hair, her hand gripping at a section of it she had threaded in her hands muttering out an ‘oh my god’ as he head fell backwards.

Lost. You were so lost in her unique flavor that you almost forgot the other person right next to you, because Mitsuri has a way of doing that. Regardless of context. The other person in question, who has already long taken off his clothing. His eyes locked on the way you lapped at her pussy. Of course he didn’t mind though, he liked seeing how eager you were to please his dear Kanroji.

After a while of keeping up your licks and occasional sucks, you got to hear Mitsuri’s sweet moans grow higher in pitch. More frequent, stuttered. You wondered what she would sound like when she came, and you were determined to find out. It was a must. You can’t help but moan a bit yourself as you ate her out and got lost in it. Spelling out random letters and shapes with your tongue, it’s so.. messy. Not that you cared. Your chin was covered in spit and slick, but you didn’t mind.

“Mmm.. N/N.. c-close..!” She shuddered out, her hands in your hair tightening almost painfully. But really, it both made you moan into her pussy, and encouraged you to keep it up to make her come undone.

With a shamelessly loud drawn out moan, she came on your tongue. Her back arched, thighs twitching but trying (and failing) not to lock around your head. You draw it out with little slow stripes. Oh, even her cum was addicting once you’ve earned it. Iguro sure was lucky. Her tight grip on your hair eventually drags you away from her slick cunt when she starts whining from overstimulation. Now you were the one looking like a puppy, one who had just gotten caught drinking from a bowl a milk they weren’t supposed to. Eyes dazed and chin dripping with Mitsuri’s cum and your spit. Gods, you were a vision like this.

“Hah.. it felt amazing.. so good.” she said in between breaths. Her hands slowly let go of your hair. Eyes locked on yours as you lick around your lips, taking in the remnants of her juices that coated your chin. Then, whatever was left you unceremoniously wipe it on your shirt that was laying not far, before tossing it again.

You would hum, embarrassingly aware of how wet you were merely from eating her out. You just knew your panties were soaked though by now. You could feel it. Deep breaths and schlick! sounds coming from the side caused you to see that Obanai was busy pumping his cock in slow strokes, clearly worked up from observing. Pre was already beading down his tip and down his shockingly long dick. The man wasn’t very thick but he sure made up for it in length. He would notice your curious but hungry look and his eyes would substantially darken.

“You’re staring, Y/N...” Him pointing it out with a husky drawl made you look away and to Mitsuri again, who was now sitting up like you were. Her new captivating grin that plastered on her face only made you more nervous. “Mm.. don’t get so shy now.” Obanai teased.

There was no time to debate what to do next before your inner thighs are caressed by Mitsuri. “Let’s get this off.. please?” she muttered, hooking her fingers under your waistband, just itching to get you fully undressed like her.

You nodded, lifting yourself a little to allow the shorts to be pulled off. So you were wearing a matching set. Cute. With haste, they’re taken off as well. A breath is taken in by all parties. The two admire your naked form, because fuck it was better than they imagined countless nights before this. And in all honesty, it will be the one replacing those imaginary thoughts for weeks to come. Your back is against the bed before you know it.

It seems her lover enjoys seeing Mitsuri live out her fantasies with you, and how she uses her strength to her advantage when she wants to have more from you. Especially since he knows he will get to have his way with you too, soon. He just had to be patient, even if he was leaking from the sight of you two. And the wait will be so, so worth it when he gets his hands on you. For now, this would be about you. And whatever his dearest had in store.

You think about how much restraint he must have to let her do what she wants before he can even touch, or you to him. To help him relieve the tension that was in part caused by you, because god he was really hard. He’ll get his turn soon, you suppose. You couldn’t wait to see what he has in store for you too.

But for now you focus on Mitsuri, who was running her hands over your sides repetitively. Urging you to look at her as she loomed over you. It was a spectacle. She just came moments ago but she wants more again, as told by the way she grabs at you like she can’t get enough. She definitely couldn’t. Her eyes alone telling you that she wants to make this night unforgettable, to let out her long-winded inner feelings without holding back, because this was a night of discovery. Of feeling. One of her strong legs hooks over one of yours and she’s pushing the other one of yours up with her hands, not completely to your chest, just folded a little to her liking. Oh fuck. You knew what she was doing, and if you could rub your thighs together at it, you would’ve. You thought about this more times than you should’ve in the past.

You gasp as your pussy meets hers in a sloppy and depraved kiss. She was so warm against you, the slight friction intoxicating. And hell, if you didn’t know that she would do that, you would’ve let out the desperate cry that was piled up in the back of your throat. You almost did anyways. She visibly shuddered at the contact.

She grasped your lifted thigh more firmly, almost hugging it to her chest. The slickness of both of you combined made for an easy grind of the hips by Mitsuri. Once. Testing. Her clit catches against yours. Uncontrolled sounds left you at the friction, evidently encouraging her to start her pace of grinding her clit on yours over and over once she lined it up just so. It was so dirty the way she made you feel her cunt on yours with every slide, the way her clit hit yours with each thrust of her hips and so deliciously good.

The thrill of someone watching making it feel scandalous, debauched even, but that much better.

“N/N.. oh baby..” she drawls out the petname, “Ah.. you’re s-so perfect. So— oh!—very good to us. Feels so good against me..” Her words jumbled together as she helplessly bucked her pussy on yours faster and faster.

Fucking hell you could barely think straight. You wondered if she knew just how fast she was going now. It was almost too much for you. Her clit hitting your own with each slide again and again at an impossible speed to keep up with. She had a lot of stamina compared to you, that much was clear. It was difficult to form anything but a set of whimpers and moans in response. You were so fucked out already from getting your sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly grinded on by Mitsuri’s sloppy cunt. And the noises that were coming from where you two connected were absolutely filthy. Not to mention neither of you seemed to notice how loud you were being. Obanai was not complaining, not at all. Far from that.

Mitsuri places sweet open-mouthed kisses on your leg, which she’s holding tightly in her arms to keep herself steady as she made you see stars underneath her. She muttered praises that were mostly incoherent. Your other leg is left to lay uselessly on the bed with your heel digging into it as youre being relentlessly brought white hot pleasure by the woman chasing her own pleasure through your pussy.

Soon enough, the unrelenting stimulation of it makes you feel close to snapping surprisingly fast. Mitsuri’s sloppy bucks on your twitching bundle of nerves and her own volume tells you she’s not that far off either. If you weren’t in a daze from pleasure, you’d probably feel the twitch of her clit and yours as they met over and over. The way her hands tightened on the parts of you she held, her head tilted back in her ecstasy.

“Oh.. baby- Gonna cum soon..!” Her cracking voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Mn..— Me too..!” you admit in between your own moans, somehow able to answer through the haze in your mind.

“Please —mm!— please.. with me! I neeed to c-cum with you..”

Clutching on to whatever you could, you nodded feverishly, wanting nothing but to do so. She just kept fucking herself on you. And then you can’t stop it, can’t hold back, and you break. Eyes rolling to show only white and back arched so deliciously, you cum. Nearly shaking when she guides you through your hard hitting orgasm as she chases hers, which comes just after yours. She couldn’t take hearing your sweet voice break when you came, nor how pretty you looked when you did. You felt lightheaded and overcome with pleasure. The remnants of your high only fading after she stops, her hips gyrating a bit out of the immense stimulation before she reluctantly needed reprieve from the sensitivity.

As both of you overcame your highs, you heard her giggle deliriously as she panted from her efforts.

“You were so good.. felt so good against me. I came really hard.. You looked really good too...” She blushed, easing down your leg and taking your face in both her hands, and kissing you tenderly while unlocking your tangled limbs.

“..Did you have your fun, Kanroji?” The low, sultry tone of the serpent hashira next to you two broke you out of your afterglow moment with Mitsuri.

The same man whose dick was throbbing, swollen with a small stream of precum flowing from his tip and even further down his length. He’d been stroking it for a bit now, but it still looked painfully hard. Oh.. wait, then did he purposely restrict himself from letting himself get close and cumming? Based on the state of him, it seems he might’ve. His tip was nearly red, angry with need. ‘Why would he..?’ Unless.. he was planning on taking it out on you. If only you knew how spot on you were.

Reluctantly, Mitsuri pulls away from you. A string of slick connecting you two between your thighs before it snapped. She laid next to you on the right. Her sated hum was honey-sweet as she responded to her boyfriend, “I did!” A loving peck was put on your forehead as she further inquired, “How was it, N/N? I hope it was good for you too..”

“Amazing.. I-it was really good.” you still couldn’t help but feel nervous when the stage was yours and their eyes were on you eagerly waiting your reactions. Specifically when it was about how good Mitsuri just made you feel. Mitsuri giggled again.

No more than a beat passed before Obanai stood up, a heavy air around him when he makes his way on the bed again, kneeling on it now directly in front of you. The weight of his multicolored eyes, thick with heat, bore down on you, which made you try and close your legs bashfully. As if you weren’t lewdly exposed to both of them moments prior and covered in yours and Mitsuri’s slick.

With a disapproving shake of his head and a tsk, he grabs you by your hips and drags you down the bed closer to him making you make a sound between a gasp and a yelp. “Don’t be like that now.” He tuts, forcing your legs open by his hands under your knees to eye your messy pussy up close. Not bothering to hide the groan that leaves him, nor the way he licked his lips.

He slowly lets his gaze creep back up to your face. “Did you think you were done?” He asked, observing how you looked at him meekly. You couldn’t give him a reply. Seems like he’s much more talkative when he’s in the mood. You couldn’t be happier he was, because he had his own way of making you ache. “Oh no, no, Y/N. Not by a long shot. Not when we finally get this chance. When I get the chance.”

If only you knew how irresistible you looked right now. Your body on full display laid out on the sheets beneath him, your pussy covered in yours and Mitsuri’s juices, and your lust blown pupils with your flushed cheeks. Just everything. It nearly drove him crazy. Well, crazier. No matter, he would show you how much he likes when you’re so alluring in just a moment.

Mitsuri would shuffle closer, a reassuring hand moves some hair away from your slightly sweat dampened face, and then settles on your cheek where she rubs it with her thumb. How she loved the way her boyfriend was acting with you. It was different from how he treats her. Typically, he’s soft and tender when he has his way with her. With you, it’s more rough and demanding seemingly more in tune with you specifically. You bring this out of him somehow. She could tell this would be a new side to see going forward and she was excited for you.

Obanai mutters a small “hm” as if contemplating something. Really, he just wanted to keep you aching for something, anything. A playful finger of his trails its way to your slit, dragging a stripe up to feel how absolutely drenched you were. The little whimper you made, induced a smirk. He pulls his finger away as fast as he had it on you, inspecting his finger and looking down at you as if he was discerning whether you saw how wet his finger was from the simple action. You were so messy there that there was no doubt you were, maybe even growing more wet right now.

“I bet I could just..” his eyes fall back to your pussy, the same finger going back to it to teasingly play around your entrance, circling it, but never daring to push in yet. “..slip this riiight in.”

You bit your lip, eagerly awaiting for when he would quench your growing need and stop being a tease. It was true, he could push it in with no problem. Even if you weren’t also covered in Mitsuri’s slick, you’d still be drenched. And god, you wanted to feel his fingers push in and give you the relief you craved, rather than talking to himself.

“Poor N/N. You shouldn’t tease her too much, love..” Mitsuri’s voice came out in a soft tone, with a little tinge of playfulness added in. She was pitying you, if only to fan the flames even more at the same time.

“Is that right?” Obanai purrs, all the while his calculated fingers sinfully continued to circle around your already clenching hole as he faux ponders. He gazed down at your flushed cheeks and eyes. Shit, those eyes looking at him like that.. directed at him..

His long dexterous middle finger pushes its way into you, effortlessly gliding in all the way to his knuckle. Finally. He nearly let out a grunt at how tight you were. The sweet moan that escaped your lips were merely music to the ears of your new lovers. You were only given a fleeting second to adjust to the sudden sensation before he began thrusting it in and out of you.

Just this one finger alone had you panting. He would find your sweet spot after a few pumps, seeing the way it made your voice hitch just a bit more, made you cry out just a little less softer. ‘Found it’ he noted internally, and now that he knew where to hit, he’s not going to stop. He’d abuse that spongey spot inside you, and curl his finger. This only served to make you grasp the sheets with one hand and Mitsuri’s hand with the other.

She ogled at how stunning you appeared as Obanai stretched you out. He still was doing it with care, easing you into it, even if it was intentionally making you bite your lips to stifle some louder moans. Possibly some pleas for more. Her heartbeat raced with exhilaration, mind drifting from her imagination of what’s to come and back to your twitching body. There’s no doubt she could cum just from this. Just from watching you get lost on Obanai’s fingers. Now she knew the appeal of what her dear boyfriend had witnessed earlier.

Another finger of his joined, and he curled both of them to hit the right spot each time. And fuck, he knew how to use his fingers, like too well. Not even your own fingers made you feel this good, his were longer and rougher than yours. Covering spots your nimbler fingers couldn’t alone. You gasp, hips bucking a bit as he continuously assaults that spot with his consistent curl and pump repetition.

“Yeah? Right there?” His words making you bite your lip hard. Obanai knew what he was doing to you by the way you clench, and he’s loving it. Endlessly abusing that fact with each curl on his fingers. Not to mention the absolutely obscene noises your pussy was making adding to his own pleasure from this. He might not be the best with words all the time, but he’s damn good at talking when he needs to, so you’d have to get used to it by tonight.

“Mhm- fuuck— there!” Back arching and eyes glossy, you could feel the coil about to snap. Typically, you be a bit too bashful to answer honestly to his tease, but that was out the window now. All you wanted was to make a mess of his fingers, for him to keep stroking that sweet spot with his fingers.

A dainty hand, the same one that was previously keeping you grounded, snakes its way to rub your clit in loving circular motions.

“Ah! Mits..!” You call out as you get closer and closer, the heat growing to an inferno in your lower belly. Its a lot stimulation at once when you already were growing sensitive. It felt like they were trying to drive you crazy. And they were doing a very, very good job at it.

The serpent hashira could tell you were gonna break any second, so he kept his pace, breath hitching with every clench on his fingers. He’s watching closely, as if he couldn’t get enough of your reactions right now. Greedily watching both his fingers disappear inside and your expressions when they did. He knew he was throbbing, his heavy cock twitching with the urge to feel you, to replace his fingers and soothe the ache. But before he would indulge in that, he wanted you to cum for him just like this. You had to, and you will.

“Cum for me. Show me how sinful you look when you make a mess on just my hand.” He muses at the way you clench just a bit harder at his crude encouragement.

Your back arched as you were about to do just that. It was too much to hold back for much longer. The two’s fingers were working you in perfect timing. Eager to make you cum with baited breaths and aching bodies. Your orgasm came fast, crashing down on you like a truck as your eyes roll back and your voice cracks with a loud drawn out moan. Your thighs trembling and chest heaving.

You didn’t know the last time anyone’s fingers made you orgasm that hard. Or at all. He let you ride it out, reveling in the sight of your release and subsequent sensitivity afterwards. He took a deep shuddering breath at the way you practically sucked his fingers in. As you blinked away the white dots of pleasure from your eyes, you feel their hands reluctantly pull away. As much as Obanai wanted to see how you’d twitch and whine in overstimulation, he relents. For now.

When you’ve finally brought back to reality, you catch sight of the way Obanai and Mitsuri also seemed to come out of a daze. They’d be lying if they said they weren’t hooked on how captivating you looked in your afterglow. Almost as good as how you looked when they both made you cum. Caught staring, Mitsuri blushed with a bashful smile. She couldn’t help it, you were quite the view to ogle at.

Your chest rose and fell as you catch the breath that was knocked out of you. It was nearly taken out of you again when you spot Obanai taking one of his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth, the second one had a lewd string of cum connecting it to the other. He groaned at the taste of you, his tongue lapping it up. If that didn’t bring your need back to a simmer, what happened next definitely did.

After he cleaned his finger, he let go with a small pop! Though, his other one was still left covered in your juices. The way Mitsuri was looking at him, or rather at his finger, told him all he needed to know. He held out his ring finger to her. Taking his wrist in her hands, she took it in her awaiting mouth. She couldn’t help but moan, you were sweet, so so sweet. All for them.

The erotic display in front of you made your pussy clench around nothing. ‘Fuckk that’s hot..’ is all you could think as Mitsuri swirled her tongue and cleaned your cum off of his finger, pulling away once it was clean too. It was so dirty, embarrassingly so, but it was hard to look away. Out of everything going on, and how familiar you’ve grown with them, you’d never expected something so..

Their eyes fall on you again. Being in your trance like state, you seemed to be unaware that you moaned when they were tasting you. Obanai smirked once again, this one more dark and mischievous than before.

“Naughty girl, you really liked that, didn’t you?” When you finally snap back to reality, you meekly attempt to avert your gaze. His index finger and thumb lands on your chin, coaxing you to bring it back to him. Demanding to have those dazed eyes on him. “You loved watching us have our taste of you, hmm?” His hungry eyes focused in on the sight of your slick running out of your quivering hole. Clenching around nothing. How pathetic. Though he was no better, as that made his cock twitch in response.

You breath caught. Could you give him an answer? Not that it really needed one, but still. I mean, your heart was beating out of your chest and your face was flushed more than it was before. Not to mention how much his words were affecting you. You didn’t know if you could even mutter a reply that wouldn’t be a stuttering jumble of words. It was too much, too embarrassing to be saying with all this happening so quickly. Though they already knew the answer, of course they did.

The reaction given earlier was his answer, though he couldn’t help but want to push further. Prod more. To see how worked up he could make you even after you came moments ago. Make you all needy again. But he didn’t. This was your first experience together, so he’d lay off. Just a little though, he’s still a bit in the softer side more for Kanroji.

“N/N dear, you taste so good!” Mitsuri cuts in, unashamedly. Times like this, she didn’t try to stop herself from expressing her true feelings. It was overflowing in her chest and mind, so who is she to keep it all in? She wanted more.. wanted to give you the pleasure you gave her prior tenfold. But she wouldn’t satisfy her desire for more of your taste tonight. Another time, she might if you’d let her when the time comes to ask. God, does she hope that time isn’t too long. Obanai hums low in his chest in agreement.

Growing impatient now, he’s left to decide on how he’s going to take you. His hard cock pulsed with need at the ideas in his head. Making you beg for it, pushing in to hear you scream, fucking you stupid over and over.. All were tempting. And oh, if only he could try them all..

The love Hashira is growing quite impatient herself. She wants to see more, to watch how you would look speared on her boyfriend’s cock. She could bet that you’d look absolutely stunning, and with the way things are going, she also likes seeing him act so differently with you. Made her wonder how it would play out with you in comparison. With her, he’d treat her like she could break any second, like he was holding a porcelain doll that could just shatter so easily if he pressed too hard. You’ve seemed to bring out a contrary side—one that’s more eager to see how he can break you. One that’s rougher, like he’s trying to let out his pent up frustration onto your poor body. By the looks of it, you’ll likely let him.

She notices how conflicted Obanai is quickly, and her wild imagination assists her in coming up with an idea to move the process along. Beckoning him closer, she whispers her idea—lewd, but effective in getting him more riled up than before— to which he nods. He really likes the sound of it. Very much so. Well.. Whatever it was, had Mitsuri blushing like a school girl with her crush and Obanai just teeming with enthusiasm, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. A devilish smirk was plastered on his face. Oh dear.

You didn’t know if you could’ve thought of what they were planning. They seemed to have surprised you at every turn. Your heart beat with frisson, knowing you were at his mercy. You squirmed a bit impatiently yourself. Mitsuri moves behind your head, offering her lap as a cushion for your head, her legs tucked under her. Not much thought went into it as you laid your head back on her plush thighs. You tried not to have your cheeks grow even warmer as you thought about how those thighs were your personal ear muffs not too long ago. She offered a sugary grin to you.

After you moved to this semi-new position, Obanai followed suit, pushing his body in between your thighs. The clothes he previously only tugged down to get off, were now tossed in a messy pile on the ground with the others. You could see him in his entirety now. Exposed to your watchful eyes, which drank it in greedily. Your eyes covered with a daze of desire as you did.

“Now, now.. let’s not go dumb just yet, pretty.” Your pulse quickened at the name. Maybe it was because he hadn’t given you a real pet name up until now. In another circumstance, it would’ve been romantic. But with how his hands were pushing your legs up up up until your knees nearly hit your chest obscenely… Yeah, it made your cunt feel a bit too empty.

When your legs were in a satisfying enough position for him, he glanced at Mitsuri, who nodded, and then his darkened eyes went back to yours. Without hesitation, your legs were being held in place by her. Her soft but slightly rough hands gripped under your knees. You had no option but to let her, as you knew her strength. Although you wanted so badly to cower away from how embarrassingly exposed you are to the man eyeing you like you’re a delectable food.

Seeing the sheer submission in your postion, Obanai shivers with delight. Mitsuri always matched his fantasies as if interlinked naturally. He grips himself and lays his lengthy dick on your stomach, so you all could see you deep he will go. A bit of his pre smeared over your stomach but neither of you truly cared. You watched with a hint of awe as seeing it up close on your tummy for scale was a different kind of feeling. He may not be the thickest man out there, but he was long enough to make up for it. And tonight, you’d feel that first hand.

Pleased with himself, Obanai drags his cock up and down your folds. Coating himself in you. You could just feel the heat radiating from it, gasping each time it caught your sensitive clit. A low groan from him could be heard, because fuck you were soaked. And so so messy. All for him. He parts from your pussy for a moment, attention focusing in on the addictive view of the string that formed connecting you and him.

Being patient up until now was rather difficult for the serpent hashira. It was wearing thinner and thinner by the second. And now as his tip lines up with your dripping hole, it vanished. He had to have you. He’d waited long enough. You didn’t have to plea to him, you had no time to.

“I can’t wait any longer..”That was your last warning before he pushes his lengthy cock into you slowly, though it was made easy by how slick you were on the inside too. Still, he slid in inch by inch, making you feel the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, feel every part of his dick inside. His eyes shut tightly, and he grunts, voice dragging out an audible, “Oh..”

It felt better than he could’ve ever imagined it would. He’s obviously not a virgin, but it’s his first time with you. Of feeling you in a way he’d wished he could’ve sooner. Especially on the days when you’d tease him too bravely at one of your get togethers.

Your face contorts in pleasure as he pushed in, inch by inch. Each one making you wonder how is it all going to fit because just when you think he’s done, there’s still more to take. You’ve never been intimate with a man with a dick as long as Obanai’s. But it felt so good, touching spots no one else had before with each inch.

“Shiiit— taking me so well.. just a bit more..” his voice was smooth, making you clench at the praise. He sucked in a breath at that, muttering a husky shuddered, “Fuck, don’t— don’t squeeze me like that right now..” His breathing deepens, hands pushing your legs back a bit more so you could take more of him in. Mitsuri then held it in this adjusted angle, her eyes practically had hearts in them as they stayed glued to where his length disappeared inside you.

“T-Too much..!” Your tone sounding oh so pathetic but so very enticing to the man splitting you on his cock. Everything you did only spurred him on further.

A devious knowing smirk appears on his face. “You can take it, I know you can.” Even if it really was too much, you have no choice but to let him fill you to the brim. You were at the mercy of whatever he was giving you as your legs were locked open and held where they were. “Juuust a bit more, pretty..”

Your gazes meet in a fiery exchange of desire. As he finally, finally bottoms out deep inside you, his eyes nearly roll back as his pelvis meets yours. A collective gasp from you three was heard, and you bite back a whimper though it still escaped anyways.

He braces his hands next to your hips on the bed. Took a moment to collect himself, his head falling forward slightly, and his eyes shut from the sensation of your warm heat.

He was patient enough to wait for you to adjust to the size of him, enjoying the way you squealed a little when he grinded, stirring up your insides. The last push he needed was the way your lips fell into a “o” shape, and the way you tried to hide your noises as if you weren’t shameless about them not too long ago. “Look at you, already so out of it and I haven’t even moved yet.”

Just before you could say anything, he spoke again, eyes on you with a heavy intense presence. “Maybe I should let you warm it for me instead since you can barely handle when I’m fully inside.” His tone having that hint of being condescending, but knowing him, it was his was of compensating for his increasing lack of patience.

You quickly protest. “No.. no— I can handle it. Y-You can move..”

He hummed in satisfaction at your desperation, one that matched his own. Then, you felt him slide out inch by inch, until it was just his tip. You could’ve whined at the loss, but it turned into a loud moan, close to a scream, as he thrusted right back inside. Hitting dangerously close to your cervix.

Damn, he liked that sound you made a lot. He’d make you do it again just to hear it. You bring out that little bit of sadism he kept away from his darling Kanroji. But you liked it this way didn’t you? You were always a poor liar to someone like Obanai. With the way you seemed to be enjoying such roughness at every turn, you were going to be the subject of what he couldn’t bring himself to do to the sweet girl currently holding your legs up. And you’d take it like a good girl because that’s all you could do.

“Fuck— so deep-!” You breathed only to make another sound dangerously close to a scream as he thrusted into you the same way as before.

“Mm.. but you like that I am..” He spoke with a groan punctuating it.

As much as he’d like to do this for as long as he wants, he needed you too badly. So he began pulling out only half and pushing back in and bucking his hips slowly to start up a pace he liked. The sounds you made as he started to fuck you were only encouraging him. Little curses and moans mixed with pleas for him to start a faster pace instead of the slower drag of his hips. At a particular whine you gave him, it took him out of his thoughts. Oh, you looked ravishing taking him, making those sweet sultry noises and faces just for him. Wait, did he get harder? Or was it bigger?

Either way, it had your mind trying to leave any thoughts out the window as he worked up to a quicker rhythm.

He wanted to make sure your mind was only occupied with him right now, the way he fills you in such a way you could feel every vein of his long cock. The way his heterochromatic eyes watch you unravel piece by piece underneath him like a ball of yarn being pulled slowly until it’s completely undone.

Your hands desperately fumbled to find something, anything to keep you grounded in the torrent of pleasure being forced on you. They land on Mitsuri’s forearms, the arms assisting in keeping your legs open.

“F-fuck.. wait— ngh— it’s too—!” You stammered as he slams into you again, knocking the words out of you.

“You can— shit..— take it. You’re squeezing me so tightly..” he stopped to groan, “makes me think you like this more than you let on..” his face was flushed, eyes wild as his gaze never left your face for long. Maybe only to watch your tits bounce with each thrust or to watch how he fills you.

There was no denying you liked it, of course you did. His cock was hitting all the spots that made your vision cloud and your back arch almost painfully. He could always tell you blushed just a bit harder when he would tease you with a patronizing tone when you three ate together. And now you were mewling helplessly under him as he rammed his cock inside you over and over like he was punishing your pussy with each strike just like he knew you’d want.

When you didn’t respond verbally, he cocked his head to the side a little, giving you an amused smirk. “What, don’t tell me you’re already gone? Come on— fuckk don’t tighten so much— tell me you like it or I’ll stop.”

He wasn’t truly going to, not that he could. You felt too good, looked too beautiful taking him. But he really wanted to hear you try and formulate the words to tell him to keep fucking you silly. It was his way of taking out his pent up need on you, all from watching you and Mitsuri play with each other. From forcing himself to keep from cumming as he jerked himself off, just so he could fuck it into you.

“No— oh fuck— wait please don’t stop! I like it..! I l-like it!”

You felt his dick pulse and then twitch at the sound of your voice when you begged him. Obanai cursed low, his body had a shiver sent through it because of the genuine need in your voice. The way it sounded to sinful yet so thrilling hearing you plea for him to keep rutting into you like he’s in heat. At the same time, if you had the mind to listen carefully, you’d have heard Mitsuri moan softly behind you from your words. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel the effect it had on her too, as her grip on the underside of your thighs tightened. Mitsuri didn’t dare to break the scene though, she was too addicted to being the spectator and participant.

He was relentless in his hunger to unravel you, the one who he wasn’t meant to fall for but did along with Kanroji, the one who could challenge him and return remarks in a way the contrasted with how sweet Mitsuri was with him. Right now though, you were his to decide your pleasure. To bring you to heights he wanted you to remember when you were alone late at night.

As a reward for pleasing his ego greatly, Obanai snakes a hand in between your bodies and then begins to draw circles on your clit with his thumb. You gasped sharply, the whites of your eyes only visible as your eyes rolled back. The constant deep thrusts combined with the attention to your clit had you close to snapping quicker than you thought possible.

His head fell forward more as he felt you clench around him in waves. “Hmmm? Are you getting close, Y/N?”

All you could do was nod fervently, pathetic high pitched mewls spilling from your lips. He then kept his tireless pace, thumb still rubbing languid circles on your quivering clit. The heat in your lower stomach growing to be almost unbearable by the second as he all but pounded you into the mattress.

“Go on..—mm— then cum for me. Let me feel it..” he breathed out.

“C-Cumming..!” Then you simply couldn’t take the pleasure and you came hard around his dick with a cry that echoed off the walls of their mansion.

His head then threw backwards as he felt your mounting ecstasy shatter around the two of you. He hissed deeply, his groans taking in a much more broken need laced tone as he felt his climax was within reach too.

Your sobs of pleasure turning into whimpers as he fucked you into overstimulation whist he chased his release. Even in your daze, even as you were trying to come back from cloud nine, you saw the view above you. His jaw was tightened, sweat trickling down his temple and then down his neck. His eyes rolled back before closing, and his cheeks were flushed a red. His thrusts stuttered.

Your hands released its intense grip on Mitsuri’s arms to claw at his back as much as you could reach. The mochi haired girl bit her lip harshly, besides the whole view making her feel so hot inside, she saw how Obanai was trying to get as deep as possible and chase his orgasm. So, she let your legs go slowly, making your legs settle on his shoulders.

He moaned at that, only spurring him want to cum quicker, he forced himself impossibly deeper with this position hovering even more over you.

“S-Shit.. gonna cum..” he drawled.

You didn’t respond with anything but soft sobs of the intensity of your stimulation after having just cum moments ago. Your hands dug into his sides, being the only thing you could reach for now.

The slight pain of your nails against his sides, mixed with the fluttering of your pussy around him was what drove him over. With a long groan—almost like a growl— that rumbled in his chest, the spilt his hot cum deep inside you. His head falling to your shoulder as he rutted through his orgasm, the spurts feeling endless as he made sure you were filled almost to the brim. You felt so full, both literally and emotionally.

The two of you panted heavily for the breaths you had stolen from each other. Obanai stayed inside just like that for a moment, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. His hand moves from your sensitive clit and then moves to grasp at your hips, thumbs tracing soothing caresses despite having fucked you so roughly seconds ago. You two finally start to settle from the aftershocks, though he still doesn’t move. Eventually he does reluctantly, the two of you took in a breath as he slowly pulled out. His cum gradually seeping out of you and onto their bed. Neither of them minded the mess.

When he finally picks his head up, he’s quite the mess himself. His face was much more flushed than before, pupils dilated and still had remnants of desire in them as his eyes flickered down to the view of his cum seeping out of you then back. One of his hands then cups your face in a show of contrast to the roughness he displayed, and he spoke huskily with a hint of bashfulness peaking through.

“I wasn’t too rough on you was I..? I got a bit carried away..”

You’re still breathing quickly, though it’s relatively getting normal as you come down. Still, you can’t help but smile at the change in demeanor. He was quite sweet when he wanted to be.

“A bit.. but I liked it..” your eyes avert as you continue. “… a lot.”

A low breathy chuckle is heard from above and you look at him.

“I could tell.” He said a bit smugly, making you want to cover your face.

Mitsuri watches with a fond expression as you two speak so smoothly as if you were meant to be there, with them, like this all along. Like you were the missing piece they hadn’t knew they needed until she met you that fateful day. Her hands are felt pushing the sweat slicked hair away from your face, her cheeks flushed but her smile was warm. Her eyes filled with adoration and awe as she looked down at you as if she still couldn’t believe this was real.

“You were so perfect for us.. thank you.” She spoke up, her eyes locking with yours as your gaze lifted to her.

Your face twists adorably in a hint of confusion. “What’s there to thank me for..?”

The two smile in their own way at that. Obanai’s a small but present one and Mitsuri that same familiar adoring one. Mitsuri then cups your face in her hands.

“For letting us have this.. have you.” Obanai finished for her, rubbing one of your still twitching thighs soothingly.

You were overwhelmed, both from the pleasure you had just experienced and from the sheer affection in their eyes. This wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing, not a lust filled night that would lead to regrets. Sure, they might’ve gotten a bit carried away, but it was their rather bold way of showing their deep feelings. By providing you pleasure and making you feel their.. love. In physical terms.

You couldn’t help but smile back, cheeks still dusted pink but now mostly due to the fluttering feeling of butterflies in your chest. You leaned into the touch of Mitsuri’s hands surrounding your face.

Before you could speak on it, Mitsuri spoke up again. Almost blurted out by her, but this was still technically a part of the plan albeit carried out a bit interestingly.

“I really hope you know what this was really about.” She says, a bit too serious for someone who always sugar coated things. It made you worry, but it was soon soothed by her continuing, “We’ve fallen for you, N/N.”

Your cheeks grow red again instead of the light pink. You felt almost euphoric hearing it said out loud. Finally. The confirmation you needed to have your mind stop spinning.

But also.. oh my god. They really did reciprocate your feelings. Not just due to desire.

“Really..?” You ask, though truly it was your way to make sure that was real. Not a hazy dream coming from the afterglow.

“Of course, I’d never lie about that. Not to you.” She affirms, her thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You melt under her touch, before taking a glance at Obanai. He simply nods.

“She fell for you first, and I was.. jealous. I knew Kanroji, she’d never act on it if it wasn’t what I wanted..” he confessed, “but.. as we spent more time together, I realized I was beginning to feel the same.” His eyes averted this time for a moment, a rare sign of subtle embarrassment at the sentiment. His cheeks felt hot again.

Forcing his eyes back to you, he waited. They both did. For their own confirmation on what you felt.

“I.. I feel the same way. I have for a while.” Your eyes darted between them as you spoke. “I guess.. I felt a little guilty for liking you both, as you two had each other. But I’m really, really glad you return my feelings.”

At that, Mitsuri’s face beams and Obanai’s mouth is upturned to a subtle smile. The three of you bask in the after glow of your activities, the air still smelling like sex. Nothing needed to be said in that period of time, and it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. Just peaceful… as peaceful you can be after what was done just minutes ago.

You felt the shift in the serpent Hashira, your eyes darting over to see what he’s doing. By the time you do, you saw him walking over to the door and then out of the room. Before you could pout too much about him leaving so suddenly, he’s back. He was quite quick with it, almost as if he was trying to make it back before you think too much.

He has two bottles of water and a few towels, the towels having been soaked with warm water. He hands the water to you and to Kanroji. The mochi haired woman thanks him before grabbing her towel to clean herself off. Just as you were about to do the same as you sat up, Obanai shakes his head.

“Allow me to do it. After all.. I did get carried away earlier.” He suggested, halfway already patting your thighs with a warm towel.

You would disagree, saying it was okay really and that giving you the water and towel was more than enough. You didn’t, because besides his suggestion that he was responsible for a lot of the mess, you saw the softer look in his gaze as he took intentional care in cleaning you up. Somehow, the intimacy didn’t make you shy away despite everything.

He took deliberate care in cleaning up the mess the three of you made between your thighs. Mitsuri had cleaned herself off by now, watching fondly as Obanai focused on his task. After a little bit (a few seconds of watching) she couldn’t help herself, cupping your cheek from your right and kissing your forehead which made your heart flutter with warmth. Setting aside the dirty towel he used for you, Obanai then cleans himself off with his own.

There was another moment of peace. Then Mitsuri, who still had your cheek in her palm, stared at you adoringly.

“I know we just talked about how we feel but I really want to this ask directly!” She piped up. “So, N/N, would you like to be our partner? The two of us?” Her voice hopeful.

Giggling a little even as your heart skipped a beat, you nod. “Of course, I’d really like that. A lot..”

She squealed in delight and threw her hands around your neck almost tackling you on your back, if it weren’t for you putting a hand behind you. Your other hand hugs her back. She excitedly pulls back just enough to place a chaste kiss to your swollen lips. You felt Obanai squeeze your knee assuringly.

Then the man takes your cheek in one of his rough hands and does the same as Mitsuri, though it lasted a bit longer. It was the first time in this whole night he kissed you. He pulls back too, smiling much more obviously now.

“I’m glad.” He says simply, but the way he said it made it seem profound.

Mitsuri’s arms are still wrapped you squeezing you in joy though now she pulls Obanai into the hug as well. “You have no idea how happy I am, to finally be able to call you ours. I love you, N/N!” She blurts out. Though she wasn’t embarrassed by it too much, because she meant it with her whole heart.

Your arm is around her still, but your free hand that was previously stablizing you was taken by the man next to you.

“I love you too, Mits.. and you as well Obanai.”

His face flushed for a brief moment at the sudden words directed at him too, but he recovers enough to reply. “I.. I love you too.” He says, shyer than Mitsuri. He’s still getting used to his feelings and getting over his past and his fears stemming from that.

Minutes pass as Mitsuri pulls you down to lay with her, and then it’s not long before the black haired man settles in on your other side. You three fell asleep not too long after everything, having been utterly exhausted from it all, with Mitsuri hugging you chest to chest, while Obanai’s arm was slung across both of you from behind you.

You didn’t think you’d come out of the invitation Mitsuri gave with two new lovers, but you’re certainly not complaining.

[silvermarley]

Hello my dears! I’m re doing parts of my Obamitsu fic to make it a bit better and fleshed out, so doing that and finishing it up might take some time! But I’m trying my best even while busy <3

[silvermarley]

Idk why on earth I chose to write so much of it but I’m nearing the conclusion finally!! It should be out within a few days or so depending on my motivation to finish so watch out for it

[silvermarley]

Hello my dears! I’m re doing parts of my Obamitsu fic to make it a bit better and fleshed out, so doing that and finishing it up might take some time! But I’m trying my best even while busy <3

[silvermarley]

I’m so very sorry for taking such long hiatus’— life hasn’t been treating me the best. But, for all the request left in my inbox in the future ones, I’ll try and get that going in the swing of things again as soon as I can!

And yes I still have the saved wip of the Obamitsu fic, that might be my first project I want to push out

[aceofheartsssss]

When I realize I no longer have enough time to use/draw/write on Tumblr like before:

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Idk why it’s saddening me sm bro but I have no damn time for anything. I miss the years when I could scroll mindlessly through fics without any worries, no depression, and write a lotta them too- :[

ANYWAY ON A SIDE NOTE, I WAS GONNA ASK YALL- ANYBODY GOT ANY SHORT N SWEET TUMBLR Y/N FIC RECS? Marvel preferably?! :]

[ilumin]

Started as a 14 year old girl, continues as a 20 adult, these demons really played a trick on me

[obsidianpegasus-deactivated2025]

Fanfic writing is 50% actually writing and 50% staring at the screen whispering ‘how do words work again’?

It is also:

10% googling “synonyms for said”

15% contemplating your life choices

20% changing one sentence 37 times and then changing it back

25% “research” (aka wikipedia rabbit hole until 4am)

30% crying because the scene was better in your head

[silvermarley]

To get back in the groove of things, should I do a match up event?

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Just a test, what fandom are u all most interested in rn?

Obey me!

KNY

BSD

JJK

Voting ended onMay 23, 2025

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Hi everyone! So sorry for being pretty much MIA, I’ll try to be more active as soon as I can <3

[thecheatinghomunculus]

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