𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦/ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝐼𝐼
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊 𝑰𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐 + 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒂
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The sound of sloshing water drew your attention, and there he was, towel slung lazily over his shoulder, white hair damp and sticking to his brow.
Sanemi didn't look at you right away, but you felt the rush of heat on your face spike anyway. Despite his scarred body, he just brandished his muscles and toned body in the nicest way possible.
"You're still hogging the spring, huh?" he grumbled, stepping in with that usual bite in his voice as he subtly glanced your way.
He doesn’t even seem fazed by you as he joins you in the water; his face is slightly red, though you can mistake that for the steam of the springs.
He’d continue to side-eye you, and you swear you caught his expression softening just slightly as he settled in beside you, muscles loosening in the warm steam.
You and Sanemi had a polite relationship; he acts blunt or abrasive around others, but as soon as you enter the room, he definitely tones down, just for you, of course.
Now that you two are together, having time to just relax, you do notice the stares. At first you thought he was judging you, but those eyes shifted to some sort of longing glances.
“You need help?” He’d ask, his voice gruff as he leans against the edge of the hot spring, his bicep scarred and toned.
When you shook your head and asked him if he needed help, he paused for a bit, his eyes glancing to the side before settling back onto you. "Maybe.."
That’s where you find yourself sitting behind him, fingers scrubbing at his white hair, his usually tense shoulders finally relaxed.
He lets out a sigh and sinks deeper in the steamy water to relax his muscles, focusing on the feeling of your nails nicely scratching at his scalp.
"Mmph...Mind getting my shoulders and back too?” He’d rasp out, and as soon as your hands moved to his skin, your slight touch made him tense momentarily before melting.
As you sit behind him on the edge of the hot spring, you hear him muttering something below his breath.
"Thanks..." He’d mumble before pulling away from you slightly, the water splashing a bit.
His rough hand brushed your thigh, subtle at first. But it lingered. “Stay there.”
His voice was low, gravelly, and hot enough to make your stomach flutter, especially as you watched him pull away to face you.
The fog in the spring wasn't just from the hot springs anymore. It clung to your skin, and so did he.
Now pressed dangerously close, lips ghosting your ear while both scarred hands were gripping at your thighs.
“You’re lucky it’s just us out here.” He’d breathe before grazing his teeth against the sweet spot on your neck below your ear.
As he focuses on sucking at your skin, one hand from your thigh slips between your legs; two rough fingers then find their way to your core.
His fingers rubbed at your wetness, his thumb pressed against your clit as he moved his mouth down to your clavicle.
Sanemi’s touch was deliberate, teasing as he only rubbed at your slit even though you were seconds away from begging him to slip it in.
“You’re soaking..” He gruffly said this before pulling his hand away from your core, a shit-eating smirk on his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth.
Before you could speak up, he grips your thighs and forces your legs further apart before delving down and latching his lips to your clit.
Your hands find their way to his white locks that moments ago you had just been washing; now his head was buried between your thighs, his nose bumping deliciously at your clit.
“Keep tugging at me like that.." You hear him groan against your wetness before returning his tongue back to your folds.
As you gripped his hair, you could feel his lips smirk against your pussy, and you knew he was feeling proud of himself for making you melt so easily.
As your orgasm coursed through you, the moment after the rush halted was marked by a wet SLAP that echoed throughout the springs. He pulled away after giving your pussy a nice slap.
Looking up at you through his white lashes, his smirk plastered back on his face, with your slick glossing his lips and chin. “Think you can do that again?” He’d say before pressing his lips back against your sensitive core again.
Obanai said nothing when he entered, but his mismatched yellow and turquoise eyes flicked toward you briefly.
“Did you forget that others use this place too?” His voice was quiet, sharp, and a bit degrading. The same tone he’d use when training the lower-ranked demon slayers. Yet he didn’t leave.
Instead, he settled across from you, arms crossed, gaze hidden under his dark bangs, yet every so often, you caught his gaze glancing your way.
As you glance back at him, you could see his body, decorated with scars yet toned from his training. His biceps looked tasteful as he crossed his arms.
“Are you going to continue ogling at me?” His voice pulls you out of your dreamy gaze as you mutter an apology and say something was on your mind.
He huffs softly before glancing aside briefly. “You look stressed.” He comments casually before looking back at you, eyeing you up and down.
Giving a small nod and sheepish smile, he sighs and uncrosses his arms and beckons you to come over with his index and middle fingers. “C’mere.”
With a bit of hesitation, you made your way across the hot spring and stood in front of him. “Turn around and sit.” He commands in that almost bored tone.
You comply, and before you could complain about his rude tone, his hands move to your shoulders, and he begins giving you a massage, shutting you up.
His hands nicely massage at your tense muscles; despite your time trying to relax in the hot spring, Iguro’s hands immediately helped you ease up.
“No wonder you stayed here so long.” He mumbled as he continued to rub your back and shoulders; all you could do was relax into his touch.
He traces his hands along your neck, massaging out the tension from the day, and you could feel him lean in a bit. “Like that?”
You give a small nod and unwind against his chest as he rubs at your back and shoulders, his touch firm yet not too rough, too perfect as you barely noticed the touches getting lower.
Soon his hands find their way to your waist, and he leans in, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You owe me one.” He’d say, keeping you close, his hands now giving your hips a soft rub, beckoning you to return the massage.
As you offer to give him a back massage, his grip on your hip tightens briefly. “No, I want a different kind of massage.” He’d mutter softly, his thumb rubbing at your hip and sliding lower.
Water splashes around the two of you, and you find yourself sitting firmly on Iguro’s lap. Thigh to thigh while his hand found its way to your core, his other hand keeping your waist steady.
Those same fingers that had been pressing against the knots in your neck and shoulders are now rubbing along your slit, his thumb rubbing at your clit ever so slowly.
“Like that?” He asks again, though the entire context was completely different with his fingers now teasing you.
He groans against your neck, and you can feel his hips underneath you buck up slightly, his cock now firmly pressing against you.
As he continues to rub at your pussy, he slips two of his fingers inside slowly like he was trying to mess with you, his chin still on your shoulder and his multicoloured eyes focused on your body.
“Ready to return that massage?” He asks, as he suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you look over your shoulder at him.
He shifts to undo the gauze covering his mouth to lick at the slick you left along his fingers, his eyes looking up at you with a hungry gaze.
His hands find their way back to your waist, and he moves to make you lift up a bit so he could align his cock right along your entrance. “So warm..." He’d mumble as his tip slips inside you.
Iguro’s grip on your waist shifts as he slides his arms to coil around you, holding you against him, your back against his hard chest.
This movement alone gave his cock the perfect position to rub at your sweet spot, making you gasp. “That’s it." He’d groan breathlessly as he begins grinding his hips upward into yours.
His cock is stuffing your pussy perfectly, and that strict and mean demeanour soon shifts to something cuter as his groans turn into soft whines. “(Y/N)..I always needed this..”
His hips continue to buck upward, his balls deliciously slapping at your clit as he hugs your waist tightly, his face buried to the back of your shoulder blade as he mutters your name softly.
With one final thrust his hips stuttered, and you could feel cock pulses inside you as he stuffed you with his load. As he caught his breath, you couldn’t wait to ask for another favour from him.
Gyomei's quiet presence was like a soothing balm in the steamy air. He entered silently, offering a brief nod as he settled in.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” he rumbled softly. Though massive in form, he oozed a comforting warmth and safe energy as he sat in the warm water.
He sighed in relief as he settled into the water, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much weight he must feel being the strongest Hashira.
Sitting across from him, you watch as the giant practically melts into the water, his tense muscles visibly relaxing.
“The water is nice, isn’t it?” He’d say as he moved a hand to rub at his neck, his brow furrowed a bit.
Your heart sank a bit, feeling worried that this hardworking Hashira could only find slivers of opportunities to relax.
“Tense? I can help massage you if you’d like.” You’d offer, and his head tilts towards your direction, and his lips curl into a small smile.
A cute look on such a big, strong man, he gave a little nod and shifted in the water to make some space for you to go behind him.
“You’re always so giving, (Y/N).” Gyomei mutters as he lets you settle behind him. “I can say the same thing to you.” You’d reply.
Bringing your hands to his broad shoulders, you rubbed slowly at the tense muscles, trying slowly to soothe him.
He groaned a bit, a low rumble from his chest as he relaxed into your hands.
If you weren’t behind him, you would’ve seen the cute expression on his face as you soothed his aching muscles along his neck and shoulders.
Once you finished up and pulled back, you could see him tense up again at the absence of your touch. “Ah..Thank you, (Y/N). That was very kind of you.”
He then moves, and his large silhouette almost covers you as he turns to face you. “Come let me help you relax too.”
His large hands found yours beneath the surface, calloused, steady, and reverent. “I can feel your heartbeat..it races,” he said with serene certainty. “May I?”
When you whispered yes, his strong arms wrapped around you firmly, and he picked you up, making you sit on his lap.
Your back was against his hard chest, and you felt his hands move down your waist to your thighs. “I don’t want to rush..."
He’d whisper almost reverently, like when he’d mumble his prayers. He leaned down to tuck his nose into the nape of your neck, and you felt his thick cock slip between your thighs.
Looking down at your lap, you saw his thick cock, and fuck—the girth of it alone was intimidating enough.
Underneath your ass you could feel his balls, and the delicious thought of him plowing away at you, balls slapping against your clit, made you squeeze your thighs together.
“(Y/N)..” Gyomei would mumble against your neck, his chest rumbling a bit as your action made him thrust upward a bit.
That small movement alone, his thick cock just sliding between your thighs and wiping at your slit, made you feel all gooey.
“Please..Forgive me..” He’d pant as his grip on your thighs moved to your hips; he practically began moving you like a toy as he thrusted against your thighs.
Wet slapping sounds filled the springs, and soft grunts from Gyomei escaped his lips as he bucked against you.
His cock sliding between your slick thighs caused a delicious sensation in your core, and whenever his thick tip bumped against your clit, it made you see stars.
Soon his hips stuttered and his grip on your hips tightened deliciously as he came between your thighs, leaving you dirtier than before you entered the springs.
His breathing steadied slowly, and he shifted his hold to your waist as he kissed your shoulder sweetly, and you couldn’t help but notice that his cock was still hard.
"(Y/N), I need more..” Gyomei mumbled against your skin, and that’s when you knew you were going to overstay your time in these springs.
(i’m back!! very briefly though and thought i’d drop a second part for this since the first one did pretty well. i’m thankful for everyone who has been really patient and supportive of my work and i just found some free time from my busy life! hope i can find more time to keep writing and i hope you guys enjoyed this <333)
