This is the tour bus. - Hashira x Reader
Originally intended to be a 500 Follower celebration!
Content Warning - Implications of Gender Dysphoria, Dub-con, Orgy, Themes of Sadomasochism, Unfinished work with no climax.
When Mitsuri dragged you, Giyu, and Rengoku to the concert, of one of her favourite bands, it hadn't really been a matter of personal choice. It was the atmosphere, that pushed you, the unexpected genre of music that pushed giyu, and a need to make sure all of you were safe and sober for Rengoku.
Had you intended to fuck the entire band while their set manager watched, maybe you would've worn a nicer pair of panties.
Part of you envied Mitsuri and her massive tits. Not because she had massive tits, but because she knew how to use them to do shit like this: Getting into a bands tour bus for free.
You, Giyu, and Rengoku stood awkwardly in the front of the bus while The lead vocalist, Shinobu, guided her around the inside, a clear intent to fuck your best friend lacing every tempered word.
The rest of the band was nowhere near as friendly. The bassist, Tengen, seemed far too absorbed in his phone and instagram- the guitarist, a big burly man named Gyomei had an all too intimdating stature for his kind face, and an even more intimidating Shikoku gnawing at a chew toy by his feet.
The drummer, Sanemi, was very explicitly angry at the fact that Shinobu had dragged you all onto the small bus, and Obanai- who played everything that the others wouldn't, was no more thrilled than Sanemi was.
The only kind participant was their manager- Ubayashiki. He had offered you all a drink and a place to sit beside one another. You were squished, then, between the two men. Part of you worried for Giyu's car- parked three blocks of garages away. None of you had expected the crowd to be as big as it was. Only Mitsuri seemed even the slightest bit able to handle the stuffiness of the bus.
"Are you all from here, or did you travel?" Tengen asked, eyes not leaving his phone. You looked up, and then to Rengoku and Giyu.
"We're local. We go to the liberal arts school down the road. Do you know UMCA?"
"Nope." Tengen laughed, looking up at you. The laugh made you feel ever so slightly inferior. "I can tell you're art students though. I dropped out to pursue-" he waved with his free hand, "This."
A brief thought flashed through your mind, then, Does he even know the name of his own band? You cradled the now sweaty and lukewarm watter bottle in your hands.
You looked over to Giyu. He was also absorbed in his phone, but his scrolling and tapping seemed aimless. One of his many 'get out of a social situation' tricks that didn't work if the social situation was right there.
Rengoku would never get on his phone in a situation like this, and he hadn't. On your left, he sat steadfast, eyes wide and bouncing around the bus's internals.
You gently moved your hand to his elbow. Rengoku's head snapped to meet your eyes. You nodded back to where Mitsuri was. Shinobu had closed the curtain separating the social section and front from the sleeping quarts. The pink satin curtain bellowed, occasionally, as though to remind you that she was off, getting something done to her.
Rengoku looked, shrugged, and then turned back to you. You frowned, and squeezed his arm harder. He frowned in turn.
"You all can talk, you know." Sanemi snapped, eyes low and pissy. "It's rude to whisper infront of your hosts."
"It's even ruder to interrupt a conversation between two lovers." Tengen argued back, laughing as Sanemi's face contorted with anger.
"I agree. I do not believe these three want to be here anymore that you want them, Sanemi." Gyomei shook his head softly.
"It's still incredibly rude to gossip." Obanai mumbled, pulling his sleeves up to his forearm.
"We are not dating!" Rengoku assured, his voice so gleeful the words delivered like a sting. "And I promise you, we were not gossiping."
"You're not dating?" Tengen's eyes flitted to Giyu. "Are you with that one?" He asked, and you felt Giyu's shoulders sink with the realization that he'd been acknowledged.
"None of... none of us are dating." You laughed, slightly uncomfortable.
"Are you with the pink haired one?" Obanai probed.
"I'd hope not." Sanemi laughed, a certain crudeness to his voice. "If you are, you won't be for much longer."
"What is that supposed to mean?" You rushed, unsure of why their sudden light taunting was digging so deep beneath your skin. "Is she going to be alri-"
"I can't believe you're not fucking her." Tengen interrupted, eyes moving from you to Rengoku. Rengoku tensed. "Do you want to fuck her?"
"You're overstepping, Tengen." Minded Gyomei, his dog raised its head. It craned to look up at Gyomei, and, before the rest of you heard it, the dog responded to a shrieking moan.
"Please! Please! God, let me cum!" The sound of Mitsuri's cries almost seemed to echo in the bus. Bouncing off of each wall and landing back onto you. Your knees snapped shut, having never heard a noise so explicit outside of porn.
Rengoku tensed beside you, a hand flying to his thigh in shock. Giyu grabbed at his chest, moving to look at you.
"I don't think I am." Tengen ignored the moan, but only verbally. The devious smile on his face read that he'd heard it all too well. "You're not seeing her, right?"
"I think we should... should go-" Rengoku seemed almost lost, but, for the first time in the night, Tengen had looked up from his phone and caught you in his stare. You blinked, trying to remove yourself, but his eyes were like jewels. The kind of jewels that men rot in pyramids for, the kind of jewels dragons hoard-
"I'm- No, we're not."
"Do you want to sleep with either of them?" Tengen asked, waving his phone around to point to Rengoku and Giyu. Giyu turned back to the situation, Rengoku still faced the curtain, where the sobs only grew louder.
"Y/N-" Giyu croaked- "Don't-"
"They don't... see me like that." You laughed, still unsuccessful in dragging your eyes from Tengens. Tengen clicked his tongue, and turned to Giyu who shriveled under his stare.
"You want to fuck her?"
"I-Y/N-" you watched as Giyu made the same realization that you did. Tengen's eyes were magic, really. "I can't... fuck her..."
"You can't?" Giyu's face was beat red, and he looked on the brink of tears. His fingers curled into his jeans.
"I don't have a dick."
"What difference does that make?" Tengen laughed, sitting up straight. "Are you serious, is that the only thing stopping you? Flame boy-" Tengen snapped his fingers, dragging Rengoku's attention back to him. Rengoku didn't fall as easily into Tenegen's eyes. The closest thing to a sour expression you'd ever seen Rengoku wear was present in his flat lips and unpresent eyes. "Why won't you fuck her?"
"She is my friend. Who I care for. I believe she deserves to be treated with respect, and as her-"
"Oh my god, you're saving it til marriage? Give me a fucking break." Sanemi laughed out. You could feel Rengoku tense. "If you're not even with her, then what's the point?"
"The point is that she doesn't deserve to be fucked and thrown out." Rengoku snapped back. Your heart fluttered, in part due to his words, mostly due to his tone. "I'm not going to entertain this anymore. Get up." He motioned to you and Giyu. "I'll wait in here for Mitsuri, you two can go sit outside."
"Do you want to fuck Mitsuri?" Obanai posed, an aggregating lilt in his voice. You and Giyu stayed glued to your seat.
"I am not falling for this." Rengoku shook his head.
"You're hard, though." Tengen whistled.
"Why are you looking at my dick?" Rengoku returned. The word out of his mouth sounded too erotic, you clamped your knees shut properly, then, placing the water bottle in between your thighs with a prayer of reprieve.
"Thinking about how good her mouth would look around it." Tengen admitted, standing. He turned to you, beggining a prowl toward your seat. "You thinking about how good his cock would taste, pretty?"
"I'm- I'm pretty?" You choked. Tengen nodded, leaning down to you. Rengoku's hand flew up to his chest, palm flat against his pecs. Tengen looked to him briefly, and then back to you.
"Real pretty." Tengen whistled, "Do you want to go see how your friend is doing?"
Maybe it was morbid curiosity, or your light anger toward Rengoku's unwillingness. Maybe it was Tengen's eyes, but you stood with him, walking behind the curtain.
Rengoku came rushing through the curtain behind the both of you.
"Y/N-" Sanemi and Obanai came in after the both of you. Gyomei, without his dog, and then Ubayashiki, with a shaking Giyu.
Shinobu had Mitsuri sprawled out on a rather large mattress. The sleeping quarters was bigger than you expected it to be, and sitting firmly in the center was Mitsuri with her knees to her ears.
Shinobu's fingers slammed into Mitsuri's cunt, willing cream down her taint and to her ass. You could tell Shinobu had done a number on her, Mitsuri's pussy lips red and irritated. Her eyes were practically fluttering into the back of her head, her jaw slack.
You pressed a hand to your mouth. You'd seen Mitsuri naked countless time, but like this? You understood the appeal of her tits, now. Not that you hadn't admired them before, but seeing them bounce in time with the assault on her pussy was different.
Tengen leaned down, plucking up one of Shinobu's 3 acrylics on the nightstand. How he was able to act so normal in this situation, you couldn't know. The idea that he saw stuff like this- like Mitsuri- on the regular, made you tremble with anticipation.
"Ah, what do you want?" Shinobu asked through Mitsuri's tired sobs. You were sure you could see her clit throbbing. She hadn't cum, yet.
"I needed a bed."
"This bed is taken." Shinobu returned. Tengen leaned down toward her. The two pressed their forheads together in a less than kind gesture. It looked like a pissing contest.
"Not if you scoot over. We can easily fit all of us on there."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because I have two desperate pussies that need to be eaten, if you'd help a motherfucker out, It'd be appreciated."
Shinobu relented at the notion that you were needy, pulling Mitsuri up and into her arms to place her gently onto the power half of the gigantic bed.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" You heard Sanemi snap from behind you. You turned just in time to witness Sanemi pushing Giyu up against the frame of one of the wall beds. There was a wild, teasing look in his eyes, a Prey like one in Giyu's. Sanemi's fists tight in his flannel, inches away from tearing it off or ripping it to shreds.
"Repeat it." Sanemi snapped.
"Back off-" Rengoku went to defend Giyu, only for Tengen's hand to come crawling over his shoulder.
"You're with me, big boy."
"Excuse me-" Tengen made a quick move, and there you were, below Rengoku. Hidls long hair fell beside your face. You burned for a moment, Rengoku gaping back at you.
Tengen lowered himself to press back against Rengoku.
"I think she wants you, man." With Tengen's lowering hips, Rengoku grew closer, until his hard cock pressed against your wet cunt- You wondered if he could feel your arousal through your panties- His cock looked painful throbbing in his jeans-
"Y/N- I-" Giyu was being shoved down next to you, Sanemi ripping his pants down. Giyu gasped, a hand jolting down to cover himself, but Gyomei was there just as quick, sprawling the man out beside you.
Sanemi took his place between Giyu's legs. He peppered nips up his thighs as you watched.
"S-Sanemi!" Giyu gasped out, but Gyomei was arranging himself under Giyu's lap. Everyone became transfixed on the monster cock that sprang from between his legs. Giyu, who was closest to it, his nose grazing the shaft, shuddered. "I-I can't take-!"
Sanemi silenced Giyu with a long, wet lick up his slit. Giyu shuddered, looking away from Gyomei's throbbing, nine inch cock, fear clear on his face.
Gyomei grabbed his jaw and guided it back just as Tengen grasped your jaw and guided you back to Rengoku.
The sound of Giyu's and Mitsuri's dripping cunts made you squirm, unable to look Rengoku or Tengen in their bright, wide eyes.
"I-
