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vraisetzen · 4 months
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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.
Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)
Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...
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It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.
When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.
Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.
And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.
What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.
Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.
Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?
Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.
And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.
It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?
Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.
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nakunakunomi · 6 months
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🕱 Work 18/20 🕱 Masterlist 🕱 ☽☽ Character: Tengen (Demon Slayer) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: anon ✩ [Fluff] ✩ Warnings: mentions of blood, biting ✩
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Tengen was talking to you, but you weren’t registering a single word he was saying. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it was just that you were suddenly distracted by the visuals more than the sounds. 
Vampires are beautiful. You weren’t exactly sure of how it worked, but vampires were all beautiful. Was it some kind of ancient magic? Some sort of spell? Beauty was subjective, of course, and not every vampire was as attractive as another, but you had yet to meet one that you thought was ugly. No matter their age, gender, presentation… all of them were beautiful. And you just happened to land the jackpot with your boyfriend, as you found him the most beautiful one of all. 
He was talking to you, probably sharing some story of something that had happened to him recently, but you were looking at his eyes, and how his reddish-pink irises were bright and shining as if he was trying to channel all the positive emotions from his story through them. You were looking straight into them for a while, earning a wink in return -but he did not cease his talking-, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. 
A smile was seemingly the right option, cause he didn’t notice that you weren’t paying attention at all, nodding as he continued his story, and you just studied his face some more. The bright makeup around his eyes moved along with his expressions, and it was a joy to see the red dots add emphasis to his every word. 
Right above his eyes were a few loose strands of white-silver hair that had escaped his loose ponytail. He claimed the silver was his natural hair color, even in his mortal life. You weren’t entirely sure if you believed him as he liked to embellish his stories, but it didn’t really matter. It was gorgeous, and you loved running your fingers through it. It was hard to resist doing so right now, but there was no way to do so without betraying that you were truly not paying attention at all, having to shift your positions too much, and possibly reaching over at a moment in his story that wasn’t appropriate. Maybe you could do so later, when you are unwinding, cuddling on the couch, as you end up doing so many nights. 
Finally you redirected your attention to his mouth. His lips, as they were moving to tell the story, grabbed your attention, as you wanted to do nothing more than press your own to them. They were usually soft and careful, as they placed kisses all over your neck right before he would feed on you, and soothe the painful spot right after. You couldn’t deny that you had grown to quite like the red tinge they had whenever he was done feeding, the slightest hint of a blush on his cheeks, and his lips covered in a beautiful red. He was gorgeous, and your train of thoughts was slowly but surely derailing. 
The finishing blow came when he laughed, and you laughed along because that’s what you do. You hoped your laugh was an appropriate one for the joke you made, but stopped in the middle of it as the light caught on his fangs just right and you felt your breath being taken away. Your stomach was trying to do all sort of acrobatics and you wondered how it was possible for one person to have such an effect on you, even after years of being together. 
His teeth were pearly white and the canines were noticeably bigger than those of a human. The first time he had asked if he was allowed to bite you, you had been overwhelmed and scared by the thought, and he had been ever so patient with you. Now feeding was a pleasurable experience for you both, and with the way you were currently distracted by his teeth, your mind started drifting too far, wondering if he’d drink tonight, wondering if he’d kiss it better, if he’d-
“Y/n.. ?” 
You snapped out of it, blinking a few times and physically shaking your head, as if the motion could get your thoughts rearranged and back in line. He chuckled in response, and you had to do your best not to get distracted all over again, desperately trying to keep your mind out of the gutter. All efforts seemed futile when he gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face so you had no other option but to look right at him. He leaned in so closely that you could feel his breath on your face, and your heart beat so wildly that it almost hurt. 
“Seems like you were distracted for a bit there, anything I can help you with?”
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dontknow-willaddlater · 11 months
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A collection of Reader-Insert one shots I started writing bc I have no chill
Updates might come every now and then, but I still hope some of you might enjoy it~
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tired-writer04 · 11 months
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His little slayer
Kokushibo x fem reader smut!
Summary: following your mission, you managed to run into the demon you were sent to look for. Only it seemed to be the upper moon one, kokushibo, who seemed to have started his heat.
Warnings: (Dark content) 18+ noncon turn to dubcon, fingering, rough fucking, readers face down ass up type way . Creampie, reader gets called 'little slayer' as a nickname but is in fact of age!!
Tagging: @raiinbqw @hunny-hotline @jaxyy219 @sneekoo @imyourbrokenfridge @thesweetestqueenofall @honeybubblebuttercup @darlingskiss @blackchim3ra @vyxxi0-o
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Kokushibo couldn't help but clench his teeth as a growl erupted from his throat. The demon was stalking throughout the dark deep forest. Trying to steady his breathing as it had begun to grow irregular for some unknown reason. His chest feeling as though it were closing in. He wasn't sure what exactly the cause of it was. But whatever it was, was beginning to get on his last nerve. Not to mention the fact his body felt as though it was on fire, it also didn't help him that none of his concentration breathing seemed to have been helping him improve as well. He even tried to walk underneath a waterfall to see it could help cool his body temperature for god's sake! Even that was all but a failure in the end.
Yes. He was sure that he was at his wits end.
He was absolutely furious. His hand soon found its way towards the handle of his Katana. He couldn't help but grip it tightly in frustration. He was getting sick of this feeling. Why was his body acting this way all of a sudden?! He only hoped that he wouldn't run into those pathetic excuses of the demon slayer corpse. Or maybe he did. As he'd only end up using them for his relief as he tore them to shreds. Soaking in their screams of pain and agony as he tore into their flesh, ripping them apart. Piece. By. Piece.
His ears soon heard the sounds of quick and somewhat silent footsteps quickly making their way towards him. And from the scent that came from then. He could immediately tell it was a human. He guessed his prayers were somewhat heard. He thought at the familiar sound of a sword being drawn.
Taking out his own, he was quick and easy to deflect the person's attack. With a swipe of his katana, the unknown attacker was easily swung back and thrown to the floor. Though, with a quick grunt they were quick to leap onto their feet once more. Kokushibo paused for a moment until the dust that flew up in the air soon faded revealing his attacker.
It was in fact a demon slayer, but not just any one. It was a female one at that. He huffed in annoyance. "You've made the wrong decision… In choosing to fight me.. Little slayer." You couldn't help but shiver when hearing the demon's voice. It was deep and honestly, a bit intimidating. And it didn't help that you finally had noticed the kanji engraving in his eyes.
Uppermoon one…
The strongest out of the twelve kizuki. You were sure to be doomed if you went onwards from here. The feeling of sweat of uneasiness fell from your forehead but nonetheless, you gripped your handle tighter. Even if you knew you would be killed in the process. You would try your best to slay him, it was your duty as a demon slayer after all.
Seeing how you took a stance, Kokushibo only hummed. He'd make sure to be quick and get rid of you. He would usually humor them, make it look like they had a chance up against him. But in the end, all their efforts were pointless as he'd just slash them with a quick swing of his Katana. Ending their life's right then and there. But tonight was different. His whole entire body was defining him and what he wanted. Which meant that he held little to no patience at all.
But maybe after dealing with you. He could finally try and calm himself with whatever was happening in the beginning. Seeing that you were the first to take charge, kokushibo was quick to block your attack. Not too long after, he also swung his own sword.
Soon all that was heard around the both of you were the sounds of your katanas clashing against one another. That and your grunts as you tried your very best to dodge every attack he swung your way. You and he both were surprised that you'd managed to live as long as you had now. Even if you were now covered with cuts from the attacks he did manage to land on you. All the while kokushibo stood tall with little to no damage on him. Through, he'd just regenerate if he had been hit.
With one final swing you had just barely managed to dodge it but was completely taken off guard by a strong kick that was sent towards your stomach. With a forced cough you were soon forced back making you lose your grip on your katana.
You fell with a grunt as you slid onto the ground. You could only pant as you had grown too tired. You were no match for him, that much kokushibo could tell. But he did applaud that you managed to fight as long as you had. Even if you weren't a hashira. At most you were a kinoto.
"You've managed to survive this long… not many do…I applaud you for that." He spoke out. He continued to watch as you tried to lift yourself up from the ground. God, you looked absolutely pathetic. He couldn't help but think as you tried to crawl your way over towards where your katana layed.
Making his way over towards you, kokushibo soon stood over your body. Lifting up his left leg, he placed it on your back forcing the top part of your body to the floor. You grunted from the force as you still tried your best to reach for your katana. "You fighting is futile… just accept that your life will end…by my hands. " he muttered.
Pressing more of his weight down on you, you couldn't help but grunt in pain as you were being pushed further into the ground. You had to get out of this! You soon began to shuffle every which way you could, trying to release his grip on you. "Let me… go!" You shouted in a growl.
Kokushibo couldn't help but look down on you in amusement. You reminded him of a small and helpless little animal that was about to be devoured by its prey. So weak and defenseless. He kept his gaze on you, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him. His gaze soon stopped on your bottom that was still well in the air swaying side to side as your arms had a firm grip to the floor as you tried to lift yourself from the ground.
Kokushibo couldn't help but notice how his eyes seemed to have been fixated on your action. The way your hips moved as though it were in a taunting manner. He didn't notice how he removed his leg from your back. Or how his hands had moved unsubconsciously lifted themselves until they were firmly grasping onto your ass causing your body to tense and jolt upward in surprise.
"H-hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!" You shouted towards him with a growl. Kokushibo only ignored your shouting as his thumbs began to rub against your ass causing you to freeze in place. Kokushibo also felt his own body heat rise up more than before. Only this time almost growing unbearable. Not to mention how he felt his blood shot through him and directly down towards his groin. And it also didn't help him with the fact that you seemed to have been wearing a skirt than pants like other slayers would have. Honestly, what was up with that?
'Shit', kokushibo thought, his teeth gritting against one another in annoyance. As your skirt had hiked up a tad bit, giving him a little more view on what was underneath. His body seemed to have reacted to it. He knew exactly what was going on. He didn't know how it could have possibly slipped past his mind.
The demon was in heat.
Kokushibo always made sure to keep the thought in mind. He'd always plan ahead to take care of these kinds of things before it escalated too quickly. So how did it manage to pass him this time? He huffed, it didn't matter now. Now that he finally knew what was wrong with him. He knew exactly what to do in order to relieve himself from it all. And who was it that was going to help him through it as well.
"Here's what is going to happen." He mumbled while lifting up one of his hands that held his weapon only to slam his Katana down to the ground as it dangerously landed far too close to your neck forcing you to freeze and listen."You will allow me… kokushibo, upper moon one of the twelve kizuki… to use your cunt as I so please...to help relieve me from my heat". His… heat? You were in deep thought, you thought you had heard of demons going in heat before. But it was rather strange if you had been honest about it. You also thought it was just some joke some slayers of the corpse made up. Guess you were wrong-
His grip on your ass tightened, you gasped when feeling his sharp nails begin to sink into your soft flesh. That and the fact that something hard began to poke your bottom as well- "And in return.. I will allow you to live. " Kokushibo bent over his body to loom over yours. "How does that sound… little slayer" he purred.
You crunched your nose in disgust. A groan was torn from his throat when feeling your ass began to move, managing to rub against his groin as you tried to release yourself from his grip. "Like hell! Get the fuck off me! As if I'd let a demon such as yourself have their way with me! " you hissed towards him. All while the more eager to get him to let you go.
Though, it only triggered him to buck his hip forward making you jolt forward from the force and being able to feel more of his erection. You couldn't help feel your face heat up when feeling just how large it was. God, this was bad. This was very very bad! -
"Shame, you didn't have much of a choice…" He chuckled down towards you. His hand that was once on his Katana was brought back to your ass. With a tight grip, he pulled you back on to his bulge making you gasp- "I was going to fuck you anyways… you only get to decide whether…you lived of not. " he added as he began to slowly grind himself against you causing you to yelp at feeling more of him.
"But do not worry… " he muttered as his right hand slowly began to move its way under your skirt and towards your core. "I'll make sure to pleasure you as well… just before I kill you." Your legs immediately tried to close on themselves to try and prevent him from reaching further. This only made him huff in announce as he kneeled to the ground. His thighs forcing their way between your legs forcing them to spread themselves wider like before.
"Didn't I tell you before… " he growled as he slightly bent forward allowing his chest to press against your back to keep you in place. All while two of his fingers began to lightly graze themselves against your covered lips making you whimper. "You fighting me is futile. Just give in… Won't you? " he huffed into your ear as he grasped onto your underwear. Giving a rough tug, he managed to rip it off from you, making you gasp at the force.
Lifting the two fingers that were against your core. He brought them up against his lips before allowing his tongue to lap around them, coating them with his saliva. Once he deemed that it was enough to use as lubricant he brought them back down to your quivering lips before carefully sliding them into your opening making you gasp. "H-hey- w-wait a minute! " you clenched your eyes shut when feeling him slowly drag his fingers out only push them back in. "I told you before… just give in" he grunted before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck just before lightly nipping at the area.
Your eyes squeezed tighter while you gritted your teeth in a scowl. One of your hands immediately went down to try and force him to stop, all while the other tried its best to keep your body up. But it was no use when your body began to tremble at the feeling of his fingers stretching, opening your walls wider. "W-what do you think you're- doing! " you cried out. Kokushibo only hummed, "I'm only preparing you of course… I'm quite large and wish to not… break you this early on. "
"Well, stop it! " you hissed your hand finally being able to grasp onto his wrist. "Why? Your body seems to be finally reacting to my advances properly. " you bit your lip to try and hide a groan as you felt his fingers pump themselves deeper into your entrance. God as much as you hated it. He was right. You couldn't deny it as you felt yourself growing wetter as he kept thrusting his fingers into you. And by god did it feel good too. But it wasn't like you'd ever let him know that. You let out a Yelp at the feeling of his hand twisting in a new angle, this allowing his thumb to brush against your clit. Your grip on him tightened in anticipation.
A whine tore out of your lips when his thumb began to slowly make circles against your bud. "Not to mention it sounds like you…my little slayer.. Are beginning to enjoy this as well. " he cooed as he continued to toy with you. You turned your head as best as you could to give him a glare. "Like hell! As if you could ever make me e- enjoy- OH GOD! " You were cut off by his pace beginning to pick up speed making the hand that held on to him fell to better hold yourself up. And your head went limp and as a whine was being torn from your lips. Kokushibo's eyes squinted in delight, enjoying the control he seemed to have on your body.
"Oh really?" He began as you covered your mouth to try and hide anymore noises coming out of you. Your eyes began to roll in pleasure at the feeling of him curling his fingers. "Because it seems to me… your body is telling me otherwise" your hand began to muffle your quiet moans as you shut your eyes closed to focus on holding yourself together. Your breath hitching at the feeling of a building pressure beginning to form. "And by the way you're clenching on my fingers alone… I'd say you're close to coming undone… are you not, little slayer? " he asked in a whisper, his body still bent slightly as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. His warm breath caused your back to arch and your cheeks burning up as he placed a firm kiss just near below your jaw. God, the way he spoke was driving you insane.
"Fuck.. You- AH! " you shouted as his thumb that still circled against your clit swiped it one final time before you felt your climax come crashing down. "Oh fuck! '' You cried out, your hand that covered your mouth slammed onto the ground, your body shaking from your sudden release. Kokushibo only chuckled at this, his fingers still pumping inside of your now dripping cunt. "It seems as though… I was right." He purred as he felt your arousal begin to drip down his hand. He gave your now swollen bub one final brush making you shutter until he finally pulled himself off you, a whine leaving you as his fingers also finally withdrew from you as well.
Kokushibo couldn't help but stare down at you. You seemed to be in a panting mess, trying to catch your breath. Your legs still slightly shaking from your orgasm. Humming, he hiked up your skirt higher now fully showing your name ass to him. He even managed to notice how some of your own slik slowly slid down against the inner of your thighs. Your hole clamping against nothing at the sudden loss of his fingers that were in you moments before. He couldn't wait any longer at the feeling of him growing harder.
Releasing you from his hold, he hastily began to remove his kimono off him as his body heat grew to extreme to his liking. His hands immediately fell to his silk belt from his hakama pants. Undoing the tie, he tossed it carelessly to the side, soon after sliding his pants down just enough to free his length. You who was still trying to get a hold of yourself together, didn't seem to notice him lining himself to your entrance until you felt his left hand fall against your ass check as he began to give it a light massage and the way his tip began to rub itself against your slik puffed lips making your gasp.
"I'm going to put it in now. " he warned you as he continued to lubricate the crown of his cock against your slit. Your eyes widened, your face heating up more from embarrassment at his words and at the feeling just how large he was. "W-wait Wait! T-there's no way you're going to make that fit! " you cried out. He huffed as he got himself more comfortable behind you. "Believe me when I say, it will… I'll force it if I have to anyway." He growled, slowly beginning to push his hips forward allowing his length to finally push inside of your hole. Your eyes feeling like they were bulging out at the feeling of him stretching you open making you whimper as tears began to form and fall down your face. All while kokushibo groaned at the feeling of your walls clamping down against him as they tried adjusting to his length. Loving how you were soaking from your previous orgasm allowing him to easily push himself through.
"See-" he grunted out as he slowly pulled his length out half way before pushing it in once more, stuffing you full- "it fit in perfectly… almost as if you were practically made for me in fact. " he teased as he rolled his hips before continued to have his way with. You on the other hand were a quivering mess. You didn't even have the energy to curse at him. Not when he was pushing his large cock into your quivering cunt. Your face flushing from hearing the sinful sounds coming from both your bodies as he thrusted himself in. Not to mention how you began to become more vocal to it as well.
You bite back a moan at the feeling of his tip brushing against your sensitive spot. He must have taken a noticed as he smirked. "Oh? Did I hit something? " he grunted, his thrusting pace begining to pick up. "By the way your clenching against me… I think I did. " he taunted with a Huff. You turned your head to glare at him. "Shut- Ah! Shut up! " you whined your face warm with embarrassment, moaning as he grabbed your ass in a firm hold and slamming himself into you hitting the exact same spot making your eyes roll.
"Ah fuck! " you mewled out in half pain as his grip on you was to harsh and in pleasure at him hitting all the right places making you grip the grass below you. Kokushinbo only let out a grunt at the feeling of your heat tighten on his cock. He didn't remember the last time he ever felt this good during his heat. Looking down to you, his eyes half lidded as he was to caught up in his own pleasure. Looking down he couldn't help but enjoy how your body seemed to jolt with every hard thrust of his hips. He began to rub his thumbs against your ass massaging it, loving hearing how hard you'd try to hide your moans from him.
It was clear to him that you were indeed enjoying yourself. With the way he'd notice how you'd try covering your mouth to hold in those cute little moans. Or the way your legs would tremble with every harsh thrust, not to mention how utterly wet you've become making an absolute mess on him. Your cunt gripping onto him wanting more of him. And lucky for you. He'd glad do just that.
Letting go of your ass with his right hand. He let it glid down your body enjoying the way how it made you shiver. Placing his palm on the center of your back, he gave you a firm push sending your body further to the ground. "Stay like this for me… won't you? " he asked making you shiver at how low and seductive his voice sounded. His hand returning to your ass. You mufflled a moan, your back arching at the feeling of him going slightly deeper into you. God, you'd have been lying if you said you weren't beginning to enjoy it. As much as it pissed you off as a demon of all things were making you feel this way. He was making you feel the best you'd ever had with anyone you were with before.
Your eyes widened with shock as a cry tore from you when feeling him thrust deep into you. Your fingers digging themselves into the floor below you as you could feel him push his way further, his tip just kissing your cervix. "My god! " you cried in utter bliss. Not being able to contain your moans any longer as you continued to cry, your head laying on the floor. Not even caring of getting your uniform dirty anymore dirty than it already was from both your previous fight. Even going as far as spreading your legs further apart to allow him more room. Not to mention how you also pushed yourself against him showing signs of wanting more of him.
Kokushibo groaned at this. His eyes closing tightly until opening one of his six eyes to stare down to your quivering body. He couldn't help but smirk, " You know… " he began lowering his voice. His body leaning over, allowing you to feel how muscular he was to lay against your back. One of his arms resting beside you to keep him up while the other was kept on your ass keeping you secured." By the sounds coming out of your mouth… I'd say you were actually enjoying this. " withdrawing his hips back, be pulled himself out your soaking wet pussy with just the crown of his cock still in. Whimpering at the loss feeling of his dick in you. Lifting your ass to push more of him back in, you whined when his grip on your ass kept you in place making him chuckle.
"To think, a demon. The very thing you swore onyour life to slay…is making you moan this sinfully. " he breathed heavily just against the shell of your ear making you tremble. A gasp leaving past your lips as he thrusted his whole length deep into you making you cry out. He angled his hips making sure to thrust deeply into you making you moan and cry below him, soft cries begging for more. "Are you enjoying yourself…my little slayer?" He purred just beside you letting his breath tickle your ear. You nodded your head, moaning as he began to nip at your it. "Use your words slayer. " he growled, his rough callous hand giving you a harsh slap on your ass making your jolt and nod more frantically, "y-yes! God yes! It feels amazing! " you managed to rasp out fat tears rolling down your cheeks at a familiar tight knot beginning to form.
Kokushibo immediately took note of this as he felt your walls begin to flutter against him. "Is the little slayer about to come again? " he taunted fucking your a bit harder. But with the way you tilted your head against him and a moan being ripped out from you. Leaving him to assume you didn't mind. "Don't worry, I am as well. " he grunted, the feeling over his own orgasm coming soon as well this making you cry out more.
He began to give you kisses against your skin. Sometimes even allowing some of your skin into his mouth as he sucked on it harshly making sure to leave a mark. "Won't you moan my name little slayer? " he breathed against your ear once more making you shutter. "Come on little slayer… moan my name out. I know you, know it. " he coached his hips beginning to stutter. "Moan it as you make a pretty mess with your cum on my cock" this seemingly to make the knot in you snap.
"K-kokushibo~! " you mewled while finally Cumming onto his cock that was still being pumped into your now soaking pussy. "That's a good little- little slayer" he growled against you making you moan. "That's a good girl. " he panted as he gave you a few more thrust before one hard and powerful thrust causing him to groan and your back to arch in a moan at the feeling of him realising his own seed in you. Your eyes rolled at the feeling of him filling you up making your mouth fall open and a loud moan come out before your head fell to the ground in a panting mess. Kokushibo gave a few more thrusts before allowing himself to take a breath before lifting himself off you all while letting go of your ass and finally withdrawing his cock out of your dripping hole. This causing your body to fall limp onto the floor leaving you still trying to catch your breath.
"Well, that was most enjoyable now was it. " he huffed as he stood up and began dressing himself. You only having the strength to give him a side eye. "Will… will you kill me now like you said you would" you managed to whisper out, but nonetheless catching kokushibo's ears. He gave you a glance. You were panting, eyes half open as you grew to exhausted, and your legs slightly twitching every few minutes.
He hummed deep in thought, he had said he'd kill you wouldn't he? His gaze was locked into your quivering and most likely now sweaty body. Though, you had made him felt ways he hadn't before with another. And if something like this were to happen again. He wouldn't mind using you once more. "I won't kill you-" he began, turning to you fully as he started to make his way to you. Standing in front of you, he squatted while reaching a hand out to take a strand of your hair.
"But, I do have two options for you. " he said as he began to play with your hair. "You either come with me. I will make sure no demons would ever come near or harm you…You will be sheltered, clothed and fed…All while allowing me to take you when my heat or any time I wish. " your eyes widened hearing this. Was he… was he actually serious?! He let go and raised a finger to lay against his lips "that- or have your fellow slayers such as yourself find you like this, all beat and used by a demon…I'm sure you'll have a very fun time explaining how you allow a demon… the strongest of the kizuki nonetheless to have its way with you… you chose little slayer… what will it be? " he hummed.
You were left frozen. You'd either stay with this demon. One who's lived how ever many years on this earth, who's taken who knows how many lives of innocents. And all while allowing him to have his way with you whenever he pleaded? Was he insane?!
But then, you thought of his other option. He was right. How were you going to explain to the corpse members how you layed with a demon? Sure it might pass as he was clearly stronger than yourself. An upperank of all, you were no hashira. There were absolutely no way you'd kept up with them. But even then, you also know how they'd also look down on you. Call you the one who'd allow a demon to have its way with them. No one would ever look at you the same. No one would ever respect you the same.
Looking back to him, your eyes wandered his body. His kimono yet to be put on allowing your eyes to wander. Your face heated up, now that you had a better glance at him. He was a rather attractive one if you had been honest. He looked to be a male somewhere within his late twenty's. His chest was rather toned as well. If he stated to take 'care' of you. You honestly began to not mind at the thought. Even if that did technically meant that you'd be going against the corpse. Oh what the hell-
"I'll… I'll leave with you. " you panted your eyes struggling to stay open before closing. You heard him chuchle, hearing some shuffling. You felt yourself being lifted into the air what felt like muscular arms wrap themselves around you. "That's a very well choice. " kokushibo chuckled walking away with his things in his other hand. Pressing a kiss against Your head that was resting against his bare chest.
"Let's leave to your new home… my pretty little slayer"
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  It was you again, the one who sang in the late hours of the night. Shining beneath the twinkling lights that illuminate your balcony, the sound of your hums and incessant melodies you could half remember disturbing his peace. A nightly ritual that he first caught through the notes in the wind, a distinct sound above the bustle of the entertainment district flowing down from the upper class to the raunchy buildings he hulked on top of— a beckoning call that led him to you.
    And what a pretty thing he discovered.
  Gyutaro was quickly enthralled, stealing whatever moment he could away from his sister and tasks his master bestowed to be within a few distances of your presence.
   Though you seemed odd to him at first, plump and pretty, yet incredibly odd. 
 You laughed loudly, cooed at the ugly cat that your mistress squealed to dispose of, and bundled your silks to donate them to the beggars— not even flinching when dirty hands held yours in gratitude. Gyutaro watched in astonishment, a contorted sort of envy choking him whenever you dismissed your mother when you shared your riches with the children that cowered in the alleys others turned their noses from.
 Your kindness was equalled by your beauty. A dirty, disgusting revelation that made the demon scowl— yet slink closer to you to hear your giggles towards the deformed cat you cared for so delicately. You were peculiar that way to him— caring for ugly things, embracing your servants whenever they came home safely, especially the younger workers. You giggled, huffed and joked— your every thought reflected in your expressions, confident and bold.
  Confident people made him itch. Hives prickled his flesh at the thought of them. Clawing at his chest whenever he caught the sight of a beaming smile, yours was somewhat different.
  Your smile was warm, inviting, and kind— and Gyutaro wanted it directed at him.
 The jealousy that slashed at his face was always momentarily forgotten whenever he heard your laugh. Heat burned, a sensation that made him whinge and hump the floor the first time it pooled in his belly. A rush of emotion that made him wither in agony— unfamiliar to the sensation between his legs, thoughts of you pouring into a frenzy after that first night he saw your naked body.
 You were an addictive infatuation that stole the better part of his night, a feverish desire. His obsession maddening his senses with every night your songs called him— but Gyutaro had been careful so far, painstakingly wary whenever your gaze scrutinised the dark anytime the shadows shifted.
 Though, it was never enough, he needed to be closer, feel your skin pressed against his— lay next to your body with your fingers tangled in his locks the way he imagined when he twisted in the nest of your belongings. Your favourite purple kimono warming his body the way blood did when it gushed down his throat— you were a new craving he was powerless to ignore, a yearning that pulled him to your balcony and rummaged your drawers whenever you left so he could steal a piece of you he wished to caress. 
 Rubbing his tongue on the fabric of your panties, savouring the wayward strands of your hair from your hairbrush, and peering into your bathing room to touch your most intimate things.
  He couldn’t help himself; it was his favourite pastime, lurking around the corner of your mini hot springs, peaking at the droplets that rolled down your back into your ass. Watching you scrub your body and sink into the warm waters after a long day of whatever it was that made rich life difficult. Soaking your plump figure in essential oils that made his head swim, caressing the softness of your curves that drooled slick from his cock. It was your fault his dick hurt, your fault he had to relieve the burn with hard strokes on his hardened shaft, slicked with spit rather than your pussy— fucking the tight grip of his fist with his bottom lip clenched between his teeth. It was all your fault when he rolled his fist around the reddened tip to smooth the wetness along his length, thin veins pulsing for the contact of a wet cunt only to settle for his hand that could never mimic the suction of your pussy. It was worse whenever you moaned as if that didn't leak beads of cum from his tip, forcing him to hunch over to fuck his hand and end the torment of heated blood coursing through his veins.
   He loathed it— yet loved you.
 The spoiled life, the content sighs. 
It was an odd contradiction Gyutaro did not pay too much attention to, lest it distracted him from you. He just— just needed to be in you. In your skin, in your flesh, inside your body. He needed to feel you. All of you. So much it had him drooling into your clothes as he fucked the plushy cushions of the pillows he stole from you.
   Your scent was everywhere but inside him.
 It drove him wild. Mad, unhinged enough to ignore a kill and follow you home instead, slashing any man that looked your way and causing a scene Daki had chastised him for. 
     It did not matter anymore.
  Now finally, after weeks of sneaking and stalking, of humping and whining— he could not stand the distance between you anymore.
 Tonight was going to be a special one as he watched you from afar yet again, crouching behind a roof bannister with the shadows cloaking him from your sight. Utterly oblivious to the stench of death and decay a few yards away— but how could you be when you spent your life sheathed in the warmth and comforts of wealth scented by florals? You had no idea of the scabs that melted flesh or the starvation that would force a person to rip the meat off their friend, only to coat their dry tongue with that moisture. With your easy smile that slanted too few frowns, you still lived above those lowly creatures that washed your clothes and bowed when you walked past.
 A pretty princess sitting high on her pedestal; the sight of you twisted a thirst in his belly, and your scent— your sweet, lavender-like fragrance that masked your natural essence pulsing in your veins made him dizzy. Even your blood was high class. Clean, healthy. He could smell it from across the way— hear the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat when he closed his eyes and focused on your presence. You were delicious in every sense of the word— to consume you would appease the churning hunger most demons found insatiable— it would quench the bloodlust you triggered. Yet, you were still alive, singing your pretty songs no matter how many scars bled under his nails— because strangely enough, your death would only upset him.
 To eat you would mean the end of your song— the demise of your smile— Gyutaro would never hear your laughter again. This nightly ritual of stalking your balcony would cease, and there would be nothing else to look forward to, nothing to heat the blood in his core. You were privileged, beautiful, and a creature he admired so much that the thought of killing you disappointed him. 
   You were too precious for death, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little taste.
 “Pretty, pretty”, he sang, matching your melody, that familiar burn in his abdomen he recently discovered to be lust rising whenever he sat downwind from you— from the alluring scent that filled his core with hot blood, coursing down to his cock until it ached between his legs. A delicious ache that had him squirming, whinging into his fist to stave off the urge to devour you. To sink his teeth into that smooth, delectable-looking skin that made him scar his own, fuck, he could not sit there any longer.
 But he had to wait, sit tight until all the lights went out and you were alone. Isolated, vulnerable.
  For now, he merely listened to the song you hummed while brushing your hair, the afflictions in your tone hypnotising the demon that picked at his ears simply so he could hear you sing that much sweeter; as if he could not bear to miss a note of your song. “She's so close”, he murmured, feeling the pulse of his sex rub against his thigh. “Ne-need to-to—” He knew the word, knew the act and the mechanics of it, he watched women here work enough times to understand the basics— yet the thought of you writhing and moaning sent him into a rage, humping the thin cotton of his pants to imitate the sensations.
  He laid his cheek against his arm, staring hungrily upon your little smile when you could glide your fingers smoothly through the strands, his crooked fingers mimicking the movement, imagining the softness that would brush along his marred skin. Envy curled a sneer until his flushed cock brushed along the rough panel of the roof a little too harshly, his hips unable to stop their thrusting as he watched you undress for the night.
   “Fuck, fuck!”
  Gyutaro felt hot, agitated— restless.
 He was so— so close to you, but there was also a woman in the room setting your bed for the night and several lights flickering in the manor. He did not want to go through the trouble of spilling blood, creating a mess that would draw too much attention— he refused to see a tear on your cheek that he did not personally inflict. That meant patience and stealth until—
 “Thank you, you can go now”.
     Yes.
 The woman smiled, bowed her head, and left the room. Taking the candle with her to illuminate her path down the hall— one by one, the other bedroom lights snuffed out, and the manor fell still for the night. Gyutaro waited, chewing on his bottom lip as the anticipation stirred. He listened closely, waiting for the whispers of the servants to dissipate in the walls until he made his move.
 He stood and leapt across the roof, landing soundlessly on your balcony railing. Gyutaro hid his weapons, hunching his shoulders as he crawled to the doors, clicking them open, eyes glowing, smile leering.
   Oh...
 You were right there, nestled in your covers, breathing even and soundless, expression soft. Gyutaro could see you as clearly as if the moon shone directly on your delicate features, a dreamlike glow illustrated for him. For his eyes only. The same eyes that analysed you carefully as the demon crawled to your side, peering so close he could feel your gentle breaths part your lips and warm his face. He hummed, shuddering from the sensation. Your body was warm— emitting a heat that welcomed him, coercing him to finally have his touch. 
    His first touch.  
 The demon raised his hand, crooked fingers twitching mid-air, nervousness swallowing his breaths, inching closer and closer until a crooked finger pressed on your cheek.
  Gyutaro moaned a throaty sound that slinked his body on top of yours, hunching and hovering above your sleeping figure— careful not to disturb you as he palmed your cheek with a tenderness he didn’t know he could express to a human.
  “I’m touching her”, he gasped, sighs of wonder fanning your face, “she’s so soft”.
 His entire palm engulfed your cheek, claws gently grazing your hair as he shook to keep himself steady and not fall on you from sheer excitement. It was as if the contact shot kindles of pleasure through him, tingling his body with sensations that had him keening— desperate to feel more. So he peeled back your covers, exposing you to his hunger-blazed eyes and the grin that stretched his face, your pretty figure vulnerable and at his mercy. 
  Finally...
 Quitely and ever so carefully, Gyutaro lowered himself down on top of you— gangly limbs outstretched and smothering your body, his erection pressing on your belly as he settled his weight on you. “ohh”, he mewled, nestling his nose into your soft hair, “so warm”.
 For one blissful, serene moment, Gyutaro was embraced, and it felt safe.
  “AHH—”
 He stifled your scream with a rough hand, shushing you by squeezing your face painfully and stilling your thrashing limbs with his superior strength. “Don’t scream, I— ohhh, wow, ahhh- that’s so nice”, he grunted, cock jerking from the friction.
 You fought against him in your panic, panting and withering in a pitiful attempt to free yourself from his grip but only managing to make him moan — rashly pushing your thighs between his legs and accidentally rubbing against the heated bulge that had him thrusting his hips into you. “fe-feels good, pretty”, he panted, rolling his hips in time with your thrashing, “keep- yeah, ohhh, ohh, fu-uck, ple-please don’t stop”. His grip flexed over your mouth, masking the shouts as he humped you roughly with his pants scratching against your naked skin. His strength was too much for your human body, even when his bony hips pressed into your plushy curves— the softness was too arousing to stop. “‘m sorry, so-so sorry- It’s not my fault”, Gyutaro lied through clenched teeth, his smirk too wide as he attempted to calm you, “shh, don’t-don’t cry, nghh- you make my- ahh, ahh- my cock feel s-so good, I-I can’t help it”.
  Gyutaro's movements were clumsy, only chasing the contact of your bare thighs withering into his fat bulge, the softness better than the pillows he fucked in the dark. But it was okay— he didn’t need them anymore, never again— you were here now, crying and pulsing with hot blood he could feel through the loose garment of his pants— sweat beading on his brow from the contact of your body flush against his. You were better than anything he had ever imagined— you touched him, excited him— all those nights of watching you sleep as he fucked his fist over your face were nothing compared to your pillowy thighs squishing on his shaft. Even with his pants in the way, the friction was too delicious to stop, blindly rutting into your body as you fought for control against a demon that was helpless against his own desires.
 To him, you made the sweetest sounds. Intangible noises puffed while you fought against the creature crushing you. “You make my dick feel so good”, he whined loudly, “imma put it in you later— it’ll feel so good inside, but jus’ wanna feel you now, jus’ a bit”. Gyutaro cried your name through his groans, revelling in your choked sobs that smeared his palm, inhaling the aromatic scent of your fear. 
  You heaved, shoved and bucked your hips into him, unintentionally driving the demon to mutter profanities and desperate noises as he quickly neared a depraved release he could not control. Not when your tits pushed on his chest like that— not when your soft thighs squished on his sex, and you gazed at him with wide, glistening eyes watching him use your body for his own pleasure. His satisfaction, his fulfilment. A selfish, perverse desire that dribbled from his tip and dampened his pants so much you could feel the slick rub on your thighs.
  “You feel so-so warm”, he groaned, humping your sweet body frantically, “can’t wa-wait to fu-uuck you, pretty girl. Bet you so wet and hot, hot-hot— ahh, yes, touch me! Right th-there, jus’ like that! You make my-my dick hurt, pretty. You’re so-soo pretty”.
  Gyutaro trembled, cock heavy, wet and incredibly sensitive. You only stimulated it further with your jerks, muffled pleas drowning as he salivated above you— eyes wild with lust, his hips reflected in their frantic jerks. “Cum, cum, cum!” He squealed, hunching over you as he fucked your thighs. His belly fluttered, “I’mma cum! Ohh, ple-ee lemme cum on you”. Hard strokes on your thighs had him whining on top of you, rubbing his cock until it hurt— until his back arched, his teeth clenched in his jaw, and ropes of milky cum spilled from his flushed tip.
 “ahh, fuck— no, no!” He cried, trembling through his pathetic orgasm as threads of cum splatter all over his pants, “No! sh-hit, ple-no! No!” Gyutaro rocked into you desperately, shaking through an orgasm that ruined his lap and warmed your thighs, a pitiful sight as he blubbered dejectedly, “I rui-ruined it— stupid- stupid! Wanted to cum on your pretty thighs, shit-shit-shit!” He panted through clenched teeth, shame curling from the sticky residue coating his dick that already began to cool— taking a moment to calm his erratic palpitations before yellow eyes fixated down at you with a smile that made your belly flutter.
  “hush, hush”, he purred, rolling his hips into your body lazily, “I’m not gon’ hurt you, precious. Relax”.
  He held you down tighter, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck in his attempt to calm you— but really, it was a selfish indulgence to kiss you. Though his kisses were messy, wet pecks of his lips across the expanse of your neck and shoulder, whispering endearing praises as he pressed you into the mattress, until eventually, your struggles ceased.
  Gyutaro paused, lifting his head to see the fight leave your eyes, chest heaving from the effort of your pathetic struggle. For a moment, the two of you only stared, laboured breathing shared between you as he lay an inch from your face. He noted every twitch and form of your expression— a mixture of dread and something close to curiosity gaping back at him, drowning in the amber of his eyes as you wondered about the creature looming over you with sticky cum coated between you.
 But you weren’t disgusted, not in any way Gyutaro could sense.
You were frightened, rightfully so, confused, naturally, violated, of course— but not revolted. Not outraged or sickened. You seemed... perplexed. Horrified yet fascinated, your heart thumping so loudly he could feel it against his chest.
 That was uncommon for him— you were being odd again.
Gyutaro peered at you a little longer, sliding his sharp eyes over you— and then he released you— swiftly crawling back away from your bed to stare at you from the corner in the familiarity of the shadows, curiously peering through the dark where it was safe, away from you. And to his wonderment, you didn’t scream again— you sat up and stared.
   Neither of you said a word.
 The air was stilted, the manor was noiseless, and the room was deathly sombre. You didn’t scream, insult, or chastise his actions, something Gyutaro paid extra attention to, anxiously waiting for the crying and hurtful rejections he was used to— yet none came.
 This silence was unnatural. It unsettled him and created an awful pit in his stomach; it made his cock ache. Gyutaro held his breath, listening to the thud of your heartbeat for any indication of your next move, only for you to ask in a soft voice;
  “Are you the one who has been following me?”
 Gyutaro nodded, albeit taken aback by your calmness, while he shuffled in his soiled pants, “You- you noticed?”
  “Not at first”, you whisper, fixating on the glow of his mix-matched coloured eyes and the recognition of their intensity. “But I could hear you sometimes when I was alone”. 
  “Humans usually can’t tell”.
You fidgeted with the wet patch that seeped on your nightgown, “I...had a feeling”, you say, oddly calm, “I could feel it most nights, like tonight”.
 “What kind of feeling?” His voice was breathless, eager— you thought about him too, noticed him in the dark? Anticipated his arrival? He pressed you for answers, “When?”
  You flinched, “I-I don’t know. Like, a cold shadow on my back. The smell of blood, but—”
  “But what?”
 “It— you—” With a stabilising breath, you answered honestly, “You felt sad kind of. It was a lonely feeling, a miserable one, stuck to my shadow. As if— as if I was dragging it everywhere. At first, I thought I was imagining it— but then, I saw you”.
 His breath hitched, a sort of anxiety mixed with shame.
 “I saw you, at the hot springs— I thought I heard something in pain, like a cat or something. So when I went to check, you were there hunched over and fidgeting. I thought you were hurt, but then you made a noise”. Your face flushed from the memory, “I ran back to the bath, I don’t think you noticed— you were…preoccupied. But ever since then, I noticed the smell would be in my room, and my stuff would go missing”.
 Gyutaro chuckled nervously, clawing at his cheek in embarrassment, unaware of how the skin tared and bled until he saw you cringe when the flesh hung from his face in red streaks. He stopped. His face healed rapidly, your eyes widening as you watched the tissue repair itself so efficiently.
  “What are you?”
  He shook his head, “You’d scream if I told you”.
 “I haven’t screamed yet”, you answer plainly, which was true— you hadn’t so much as demanded he leave or even cried about his dirty humping— so when he confessed what he was, the word demon thickened the tension, and your heart skipped a beat.
   “Oh…”
  You stare even longer this time. Analysing the demon through the darkness it slinked into to avoid the scrutiny, the undivided attention of your stare made Gyutaro squirm. No one has ever looked at him this long without a word.
  Gyutaro could feel your gaze run across his body— so in a moment of bravery, he stood tall— using his power to flicker the candle on your nightstand, allowing the fiery shadows to dance across his form for your viewing pleasure, and though his shoulders hunched the way they usually did, he was still a hulking monster. A powerful one, emitting the aura of his might and blinking at the way you shuddered from it.
   He was grotesque, strong, beastly— and you still stared. Silent.
 A demon with glowing eyes, blemished skin and rippled muscle that disappeared past his broad chest. The rest of him was gangly, wretched, with protruding hips and sagging clothes.
  You still had not said a word, wide-eyed and clutching on your covers, the scent of disgust non-existent, or at the very least smothered by the overwhelming fear that made his cock weep. 
 Gyutaro whimpered. He could hear how your heart stuttered as you raked your eyes over his body, unintentionally searing him with the memories of cruel words and prickling feelings of inadequacy of another woman's judgement— pulling him out of the comfort of your scent and into the jeering ghosts of dead hecklers. He didn’t like the attention, the way your gaze wandered without disdain or horror— it was too exposing, intimate.
  Panic began to rise, a jittery sort of alarm that brimmed heavy tears filled with murderous rage— a violence plagued by old wounds no amount of demon blood could heal. He was despicable, disfigured— dirty. Gyutaro sobbed, sinking into his knees when the shame overpowered his fury.
 “Don’t look at me!” he cried, startling you. He did not deserve to be looked at, not with your pretty eyes. Gyutaro cowered behind his hands, nonsense whines of his insecurities coming out in high-pitch cries as he wrecked his face bloody.
  He had to fix it, destroy it— mutilate and disfigure it.
 Claws hacked off the skin that made him seethe. His flesh peeled in sickening squelches, “Don’t lo-look! Don’t look!” He sobbed, tears and blood blotching his face, pouring out of his wounds and staining the wooden floors of your bedroom as he crouched into a pathetic fetal position— unaware of how you scruffled out of covers and inched towards him.
  “Ugly! Dis-disgusting! Ugly, ugly!”
 He was pitiful, hideous— blood streamed down his cheeks as he slashed, ripped and mauled his skin, “need-need to-to fix it!”.
 “no, no, don’t cry— stop hurting yourself”, you whispered in what you hoped sounded comforting, cringing as you patted his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to stare”.
 Gyutaro snatched your hand, your shout being ignored as he cradled his bloodied face with your warmth, using your hand to comfort himself the way you so foolishly offered to the crying demon. He babbled and sobbed into your palm, pressing kisses that were more tongue than lips. This felt right. You were holding him, consoling him— worrying about him. You were warm, and you shared it with him.
 Gyutaro calmed instantly. His skin repaired rapidly again, the torn flesh dissolving from the floor, but not before your hand was coloured in his sticky blood. You flinched and squirmed in his hold, but not enough to fight back or free yourself from his grip. Instead, you hummed to him, doing your best to minimise the noise of the distressed demon snivelling in your hand.
  “I-it’s okay, shhh”, you reassured him, heart in your throat, “d-don’t cry”.
 The sobs eventually subside, hiccups softening as he licked your hand clean, murmuring apologies into your soft palm.
  “I’m so’rry, im’m ‘orry”.
  “shhh, there, there— you’re not, I meant—”, you sighed, struggling to find the words, “you just surprised me. I-I’ve never met anyone like you”.
  “‘orry, ‘m sorry”, he sighs, pressing another kiss to your palm before releasing you, and then feeling a pang in his chest when you scruffle back to the comfort of your blankets at the other side of the room— away from his reach. Gyutaro simpered, lowering his arms and flexing his fists to mimic the warmth he lost.
 When his sniffles seize— you find the strength to continue, “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to meet you”, he says, fiddling with his dirty pants sadly.
  “Okay…”, your eyes darted towards the door, “you met me, c-can I leave?”
 His head tilted to the side, brows furrowed as he considered your words curiously— as if he was unable to understand why you would want to leave. Seconds ticked past, indicated by the slow drip of the candle that glowed your face in a pretty golden light before he snapped out of his daze, and his crooked smile tugged his lips.
 “No, no you can’t”.
   “Why not?”
 “Because— because you belong to me now”, he said sweetly, as sweet as a rasp could sound, “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry”.
  “What’s your name?” you ask tentatively after a beat.
 He pauses momentarily, eyeing you carefully before responding, “Gyutaro”. He tries not to shudder when you whisper his name back to him— he’s never heard it said so delicately before. As if you breathed life into it.
  “How-how old are you?”
He blinks at the question, then eventually shrugs, “stopped counting— only notice the bodies now”.
 “...Bodies?”
“The ones I eat”, he said with a giggle, scratching his cheek again.
  “Are—”, your breath hitched, trying to force the words out, “are you go-ing to kill m-me?”
 His laughter startled you, a high staccato flutter that started from his throat and stretched his grin, “No, no, silly! I jus’ wan’to taste you”.
  “Taste?” You squeaked, shuffling away from his reach and banging against the wall.
 He nodded, curls bouncing in excitement when your eyes dilated. “Your skin, your legs— the tasty smell right there”, he pointed between your thighs. “Wan’ to taste it all”.
  “Why?”
 He frowned, “why? cause you smell nice”, he answered as if that was the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. “Cause you’re pretty”.
 “And that’s-that’s why you’ve been following me?”
He nodded, his smile somewhat endearing, “I’ve never met anyone so pretty before”.
 Your heart stuttered again, making him smile that much wider as he watched you curl your knees up to your chest protectively. “Thank you”, the words come out in a soft breath, startling even yourself as the emotions flicker in your eyes.
   Dread, apprehension, exhilaration.
 Gyutaro slinked towards you, the flutter of your heartbeat calling to him as he inched closer and closer until he lay at your feet, peering up at you with glowing eyes. “Can I have my taste now?” 
 You gawked at him, “you’re asking me?”
“It won’t hurt”, he pleaded, big eyes shining, “I promise”.
  “B-but…you eat people?”
“Yes”.
  “An-and you’ll eat me?”
  “No, no—” he shook his head fiercely, a conviction as strong as any other, “I would never, not you. Promise ”.
  “Why?” the apprehension twists, reflecting in your voice, “I don’t understand, you want to taste me— you’re a demon, an-and you eat other people— I—” You huff, tears beading as the fear palpitates in your chest, “You’re asking me such-such a thing—”
  “I said I wouldn’t!” He scowled, gripping your leg to keep you close when you tried to flee, ignoring your wince when his hold clenched tight. “I’ll take it—” he hissed, “I’ll rip your dress an-an’— shi-hit !” The words failed him, frustrations seeping with the idle chatter when the scent of you was clinging to his skin.
  “And fuck me?” He nodded eagerly. It was crude; the word felt dirty and foreign on your tongue, rising bile up your throat— yet it excited you. A dirty, shameful thrill Gyutaro could hear with your every breath as the demon yelped and moaned, licking the exposed skin of your leg, long tongue trailing slick up your flesh until he reached the hem of your nightie. He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench and allowed him to lick the smooth skin of your inner thigh, strings of saliva coating the plushy fat as his head disappeared under the dress.
   “Stop, now ”.
 You watched him cry again from the rejection, a desperate sound coming from the most unlikely creature as he parted your shaky legs wider and settled between them, the addictive scent of your pussy luring him to push further. Gyutaro could see how you wanted to deny him— when you shrank from his touch and glanced wistfully towards the door. Yet you sunk into the mattress anyway, weakly nudging at his shoulders as if that would stop his advancement. Mumbling no's and please's that sounded weaker than the soft breeze from the window. He purred from the revelation— you liked it. Your halfhearted protests, your gasped sighs, and your twitches were telling enough. You wanted this, wanted him.
 Though, your rejections still swelled his cock, a degrading attraction making him feel small in front of you despite the power imbalance— blindingly seeking your approval when he knew he had the strength to crush you. It was rousing; you truly were precious.
  “Stop”.
 “No”. He sounded firmer, authoritative, sure of himself now that Gyutaro knew how much you liked it when he pressed his tongue on your clothed cunt.
  “I’ll scream”, you eye him carefully, tensing your thighs against his head when his nose bumps against your clit, “I-I’ll call for help”.
 “I’ll rip your throat”, he murmured, busying himself with the panties obscuring his prize, fingers digging painfully into your legs to keep them steady as he ripped the fabric with his teeth. “I’ll kill anyone that walks through that door”. Gyutaro inhaled the tattered cloth, groaning loud as you watched him tongue the wet stain that held your pussy seconds ago. “ Fuck, mmm— I can hear them all in their rooms. I can hear your mistress with the cook”. His eyes gleamed, “Can we make that noise too?”
 You squirmed, confused with his calmness when he spent the majority of the night crying and whinging. “Then why ask me?”
 He shrugged, pocketing your panties as he struggled to find the words. “You make me sickish—” he confessed awkwardly, his scratchy voice contradicting the timidity of his words. “You look at me, an’ I hate it, an’ I wan’ you to never stop. You’re so pretty an’ you look at me”, he breathed, “It makes me crazy, makes me wanna eat you, breathe you in, be inside you. Wan’ to have you on me, all over. You smell so fuckin’ good it makes me dizzy. I-I can’t think with you. I wan’to take and hurt and fuck, but make you look at me. Say yes to me, jus’ once. I-I wan’ you to feel me”.
 The words were lost to you. Gyutaro palmed his erection as he gauged your reaction, nervousness and lust buzzing in his core as he stroked his hardened shaft through his wet pants. Your chest heaved, tits bouncing with your heavy breaths, eyes wide, and mouth parted into a small o he imagined spreading with his cock. You were staring again, thighs open and fingers clenching the covers with the demon looming above. Gyutaro shivered at the sight of you. You were a dream, and you were looking at him, just like he wanted.
 “You make me so hard, pretty”, he sighed, when you said nothing, “an’ ’m gon’ fuck you, ‘kay? ‘it’s gonna feel good, or not, I dunno, we'll try together”. Gyutaro crouched back between your thighs, taking the time to caress every inch of your skin with his tongue, wet kisses shining where his lips touched. Up your feet— your calf, to your knee, and then switch to give your other leg the same attention. His lips were chapped, feeling rough against you, but even with his strength, Gyutaro held you delicately. Like a precious doll— all his and at his mercy.
 You were stunned, terrified and captivated by him— sighing while bucking your hips whenever his erection pressed against you, gasping when his hands gripped your hips with the claws piercing your flesh. It was a dance of control— Gyutaro’s gentleness not to break you and your heated attraction to the demon that moaned from your touch. It was exhilarating for you both, a charged tension neither of you could deny. Though Gyutaro was not denying anything, he knew what he wanted— what he hungered for, and it coursed through your body with a melodic beat.
  “Will it hurt?” the question escapes, wincing when his teeth nick your thigh.
 “Do you wan’ it to?” His words were muffled, suckling on the trickling blood with pleasure building, “mmm, your blood’s’so good ”. He needed more.
  Gyutaro didn’t hear your response, not when he clamped his jaws into your flesh unexpectedly, smothering your scream with his other hand as he swallowed the rush of blood that poured from the wound— Gyutaro moaned deeply, eyes rolling as the hot liquid burned his throat. It was bliss, an ecstasy better than any substance as it flowed into his veins, pumping into every muscle and tendon and feeling it fuel his power. His pleasured mewls tugged you closer, lost in the cadence of your pulse beneath his fingertips. 
 “Delicious”, he cooed, lips stained red. Gyutaro flickered his tongue against the wound, shivering from your croaks of pain as he pinned you down to have his fill. Holding you tight, drinking in your essence and allowing it to warm his belly in all the ways the demon dreamt as you twitched beneath him, clenching on the sheets as you cried under his palm— until a warm rush of euphoria tingled your body as his saliva healed the torn skin.
 Your body melted into the bedding, a low hum purring from your throat as the pain softened into a dull throb infusing you with a warmth that misted your vision— throwing the room into a spin. It became hard to decipher anything past the gentle kisses he pressed into the healing wound.
 Gyutaro smirked, watching your eyes roll in bliss as his tongue smoothed the teeth’ indents— only pierced your thigh enough for the blood to freely seep for him to have his fill. And as the saliva did its work— he pressed his face into your pussy, inhaling deeply, releasing your mouth to grip your hips and squeeze the supple curves in his greedy hands. “fuck, you’re like a dream”, his husky groans pulsated against your sex— a sound infused with the urges that made his promises come out hoarse as Gyutaro swore to take care of you. To make you feel good— that a pretty girl like you deserved the world, and he intended to give it to you. All breathed into your bare cunt that drooled on his tongue, hungrily licking your wet folds.
  “G-gyutaro?”
 He keened at the sound of your voice like a cat seeking affection, “say my name again”, he pleaded, teasing your pussy lips with idle strokes of his tongue. Savouring the taste as if it were an exquisite meal. 
 Your fingers tangled in his locks, tugging and twisting his head up from your thighs, listening to his mewls from the discomfort as you seized control over your trembles. Doing your best to not succumb to his coercive touches despite the drunken fog his healing gave you. Every kiss and caress tingled through your core, shallow breaths indicating how your fear began to dissipate as the fascinations kindled, especially when he cooed praises into your cunt.
  “Gyutaro”, you whispered delicately, “Use your words, tell me what you want?”
“Your pussy”, he panted, swiping his bottom lip of your blood, “your ass too”.
  “Have you ever—”
“No, no— but you jus’-”, Gyutaro sighed heavily, fidgeting with the nestle of blankets rubbing on his clothed dick as your hot blood rushed to his core. “I can’t help it. You tasted delicious, better than anythin’. You’re so close, an’ I can hear your blood, the pulse on your pussy. She's calling to me. I can hear it, smell how wet you are”. His desperation cracked his voice, “I wan’ to taste more— so so bad. I’ll use my tongue on you, make it good, fuck you nice”.
 You swallow your nerves, a sick smile twitching at the sight of him, “what if I say no?” He freezes, and you clench your grip on his hair and yank him up to meet your eye, “what if I tell you to leave?”
  Fuck, his cock throbbed when you pulled his hair, “I’ll take you with me”, he rasped, “I wan’ be good for you, but I’ll take it. Make it hurt so good no one will touch you again. Ruin you. Wreck you,” he smiled sinfully, flashing his teeth, “have you ever been fucked?”
 What a dirty question that came from the cruellest eyes brimmed with tears— it made him look pitifully adorable. He was ugly, disfigured and murderous, and Gyutaro still sighed and kissed your leg, waiting for your answer.
 “No”.
“No you’ve never been fucked”, his claws dug painfully into your skin, “or no I can’t taste your pussy?”
 “No”.
 Gyutaro shuddered, “my cock hurts whenever you say no”. He leered, “wanna feel it?”.
  “...No”.
 He smirked, moaning softly for you, “you’re dirty too”, a statement that had you twisting his hair again to make him yelp. Gyutaro snickered. You were intoxicating— more than he could have hoped. “do’ya like it when I say that? That I watch you bathe and touch my cock thinkin’ of you?” He tilted his head, "Is that why you haven’t called for help?” You said no again, though it was a much more breathy sound as if the lie could not form quick enough. Gyutaro giggled over your blush, “pretty girl is nasty”, he sang merrily, “pretty girl wants to be fucked by a demon”. His laughter grew, bold enough to run his hands over your belly, following up to your tits, calloused fingers stroking the soft breasts as he marvelled at how you shivered from his touch.
 “Is that what you want?” He mused, practically vibrating from glee as he groped you, “to be fucked? I know y’like when I touch you”, crooked fingers rubbed on your nipples, relishing in your gasps as he kneaded your tits like a depraved teen. “I can smell it. Your heart does a lil’ pat pat when I get closer. Ahh-haha”, he crooned, grinding his bulge against your leg only so he could hear you prove his point. “See? Nasty girl likes it, wan’ me to fuck you. Fuck you hard, mm? y’like it hard? When it hurts an’ makes your legs shake? I see other girls cry from it, but you’re prettier than the other girls. Your crying would be beautiful. But I’ll try to be gentle”, he smirked, relishing in your drumming heartbeat over his nasty words, confidence building with every pinch of your soft tits. “I never fucked anyone before”, he says with a faux sigh, crooked teeth peaking from the smile, “but I heard men talk about it before, how to make a pussy wet”, His eyes glowed tauntingly, “I did that, I made you wet”. Gyutaro sniggered playfully, a wicked gleam replacing the tears that shined in his eyes earlier, a dark contrast that made you wince much to his delight. “that’s dirty, princess”.
  “No, I—”
 He shushed you gently anyway, patting your cheek and coercing your grip off his hair— then yanked you harshly towards him, “I wish you could smell it, how delicious you are— feel how badly my cock hurts for you. No one's ever done that before, makes you special, princess”. He grinned sickeningly, looming over you, ignoring your huffs of protest that smacked at his chest as he ripped your nightie, “I heard that you like nice people, so I wanted to be nice, be good for you, try and make you happy”. Though the niceties were straining his patience. Gyutaro tore through your clothes until you lay beneath him, bare and vulnerable. The picture of all his desires. “I jus’ wan you, precious. I can't help myself anymore”.
  Gyutaro didn’t wait for your answer this time; he hauled you up by your thighs and settled them on his shoulders— bending you in half with a strength you couldn’t fathom before his mouth captured your pussy. Licking and slurping on your cunt like a man starved— his smile pressing on your flesh as you jerked from the touch of his slinky tongue stroking your folds, gasping from the wetness that smeared your slit with his messy pussy eating. You moaned for him, the sound of it tingling his spine— Gyutaro ate your pussy feverishly just to hear that sound again. And you graced him with more.
  “St-stop, ahh, st-ahh”.
 He didn’t, knowing you did not mean a word of it and not caring about your objections anyway. Instead, Gyutaro grew wilder— rutting his tongue all over your cunt with skills he didn’t possess, only grunting, rubbing and flicking the hot muscle on your outer lips. Suckling on your clit. The taste of your pussy elicited his own little mewls that vibrated against your skin and had you trembling— gripping the sheets below you as you struggled to swallow the shameful moans the demon coerced with his sharp tongue.
  “Gyu! ple- you-you can’t”, your moans choked like the lies they were, pleading him to stop and slow down when your cunt betrayed you by staining his mouth with sticky fluids. But you couldn't like it, he was— “You’re—”. You couldn't finish a word or even a thought without a little whine stumbling.
 Gyutaro ravished you, sharp teeth scraping against you accidentally until it leaked tiny trickles of blood, mixing with the fluids that seeped from your cunt— creating a dick jerking mixture that heated his core. His eyes rolled as he slathered it on his tongue, drinking it all in with your soundless gasps. Gyutaro couldn’t focus past your cunt, not when the smell wafted through him— arousal humming into his abdomen and churning lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling into his pants.
  “st-ahh, hur-hurts! Gyu!”
 He only nodded in acknowledgement— flattening his tongue and massaging broad strokes on your puffy folds to heal the cuts. “A lil’ salty”, he muttered into your wet lips, “but sweet”. He licked your pussy again, humming to himself cheerfully. “y’taste good, pretty. Like a treat all for’me”, Gyutaro slurped loudly, devouring your cunt with his whole face, jutting his chin into your hole, bumping his nose into your clit, his cheeks glistening with the mess you soaked on his face as he ate like a starved mutt— groaning into your cunt as if it were the only meal to ever coat his tongue.
 “Ohh, fu-uck, yes! ple-ease, gyu- ahh, ahh”, you cried, babbles of his name mixed with your mewls. A melody better than any song— any sound, only slightly louder than his guttural moans. Especially with the tiny beads of blood dribbling wherever his teeth pierced your flesh, only for him to kiss it better, swallowing the hot liquid and healing you rapidly with his saliva. Pain and pleasure moulding into one, keeping you steady by holding your ass— rubbing your pudgy cheeks appreciatively, the fat filling his palms in big handfuls. 
  You squirmed, rocked and sighed as a coil tightened in your belly— a sensation too intense you attempted to cinch your thighs to run from it, but Gyutaro squeezed your ass and pulled you deeper into his face. Your pleas were ignored, and the coil pressed harder, tighter— “Gyu! Wa-wait!” It snapped and your orgasm surged.
 “‘er so wet”, he rasped, murmuring praises as wetness splashed his tongue, slurping on your squirts of release, speaking directly into your pussy as if the flutters of your hole and spews of slick were answers to his jabbers. “‘ure beauti-ful. mmm, jus’ like that. s’good, good girl. makn’ a mess on me”. It was everything for him to touch you like this, and Gyutaro savoured every ounce of it, of your scent, blood and flesh as you panted. Exploring your hole, forcing his tongue inside a little just to see how tight you were— and when he felt the resistance— how your walls squeezed on the muscle, he almost came untouched. He pushed in deeper, pre-cum dripping from his flushed tip as he felt the tight rings of your pussy clamp on his tongue from the overstimulation. Shit.
 “Turn ‘round”, Gyutaro demanded, putting you back down— breaths shallow, eyes wild and bloodshot, licking his lips watching you turn to your hands and knees on shaky limbs.
  “W–what’re— Gyu! Oh, fu-ahh, not-not there! Tha-that’s dir-ohh, ple- such a goo’ boy. Fe-eels so good, hun”.
 He tittered from the praise, burying his tongue into your ass with your fat cheeks spread— he licked, suckled and kissed, listening to your moans turn non-verbal. Gyutaro humped the sheets, chasing an orgasm that fluttered in his belly while gliding his tongue into your puckered hole, his cock jolting from the tightness squeezing on him. Your walls twitched as he fucked you with harshed thrusts of his tongue, pushing at your ass until your head fell into the pillows, smothering your helpless cries.
His suspicions were confirmed— your ass was tighter, but your pussy was wetter— warmer— and he needed both. He leaned back, and your gasps stifled when he flipped you effortlessly.
   “‘m gonna fuck you now”, he rasped hungrily, his words not up for debate. Gyutaro watched you nod timidly, but there was nothing timid about that dazed look in your eye. You could tell how thick he was from the tent in the fabric, his length pushing against the cloth with a raunchy, wet stain revealing his desire. Desperate to be freed. Pretty doe eyes peered up at him as you squeezed your thighs, shuffling to try and ease the tension in your achy cunt.
   “c’mere”, you beckoned him with open arms, smiling as amber eyes glowed excitedly.
 Gyutaro tugged off his pants hurriedly, his hunger for you blinding him as he scrambled to undress quickly enough. You said yes! He ripped the fabric in his haste, his cock jutting out and slapping him in the stomach as it stood full mast, tip flushed an angry red, thin veins trailing along his shaft and the left side decorated with the black marks adorning his chest down his body. His balls were round, heavy and hanging between his thighs— the crown of his cock was bulbous— the shaft more length than width. His cock had a more heated complexion than his chest, and he was pretty. The sight of him dried your throat, and Gyutaro did not feel self-conscious when your heart stuttered in excitement, the taste of your pussy still tingling on his lips.
  “Please, please ask me”, he groaned as he palmed his erection with one hand, hooking your leg around his waist with the other— Gyutaro needed to hear you say it. His cock hurt— filled with the blood he drank from you, it was hot and achy, and it hurt. “Ask me to fuck you”. He could take you how he intended, but that pleading look in your eyes swayed him. He had to hear it from you.
  “Gyutaro”, you purred his name, taking his hand off his cock and curling your fingers together as you pulled him down on top of you, “fuck me, please? I want you to”. You could see his adam's-apple bob nervously, a meek nod rustling his curls and tickling your cheeks as he settled his weight on top of you with your thighs cinched around his bony hips. “You were right”, you say, pushing his hair back from his face, taking note of every blemish and scar, glowing eyes and miserable expression— and smiling up at him anyway. “I liked it when you watched me”. 
  The admission caresses his lips, the softest breath of words blooming affection; he could only respond with a low whine. All rationale escapes when you smile at him. He kisses you. A messy, feverish touch of lips with his tongue slinking across the seam of your mouth until you part them for him to delve in. His kiss was sloppy, wet, and filled with the adoration that drove him to grind against you— breaking the kiss to cry out when his cock skimmed your cunt.
  Gyutaro froze, breathless, cock weeping as it pressed between your folds, smearing his shaft with the sticky cum and saliva still coating your pussy. “Oh shit”, he shudders from the sensation— from your coy smile and the warmth that spreads as he ruts ever so slowly. As if he can’t quite make out what to do. Captivated by the touch of your wet slit smothering kisses on his long shaft. His sights locked on you, arms shaking as they grip your thighs, rocking back and forth with his mouth agape.
  “Your pussy is so slippery”, he squeaks, it’s silky and soft. And the sound it makes when he slips his dick on your pussy lips over and over— is so lewd. A squelch of skin rubbing together, the thick crown of his cock grazing on your clit, trembling your tits as you gasp for him. Gyutaro stares in rapture, bucking his cock again to feel your nipples brush on his chest. “‘er so warm, ‘er pussy, uhh, so wet”, sticky strings glisten on his dick— deep groans tear out of his chest as his hips jerk against you desperately. Carelessly.
   “Gyu- hun, not—”
 “Ple-please”, he says, voice rugged and croaked, thrusting into your gooey slit frantically, “don’ ask me to stop”.
 You sigh breathily, tugging on his shoulders and pulling him closer to your chest, desperate to feel his skin flush against yours. “No— harder”, you affirmed, “wan’ it harder, sweetie. Put it in”.
 But he can’t, he doesn’t know how and the sensations are too much to stop. Something sensual— hot, flushes across his stomach. It’s hard and fast, and pulls his balls tight, quickening his pace. His muscles clench, his mind melting into a drunken haze of lust. You give him this soft, little gasp every time, as if every grind of Gyutaro’s hips stutters a delightful little surprise quivering heat in your core.
  He looks down at you to find your eyes, lashes wet, lips parted and locked onto him. Your hands slide up to his chest, and you murmur something with the softest hint of desperation when you beg for more. Gyutaro opens his mouth, but only a huff slips out— his cock squishes on your puffy folds as he rubs and ruts and bucks on your pussy. “Fuck, uhh, ple-ease”, he babbles praises, rocking into you, faster and faster, the wet sheens of your skin splattering on his pubic hair— hastily humping and crying and cooing until splotches of creamy cum shoot out in thick gobs.
  Gyutaro squeals on top of you, burying his face in your shoulder while you whisper reassurances, selfishly moving your hips to catch his blushed tip on your clit despite how he shakes through his release. Murmurs of good boy coax him out of the blissful dream— the one where he painted your pussy lips with his cum without even fucking you properly. It was wretched, and you still pressed kisses on his cheek.
 “uhh, my cock still hurts”, he pouts, grinding his shaft harder into your cum soaked pussy, sloshes of white combining with your slick lewdly squelching between you. His cock was stiff and leaking more cum than ever despite the orgasms he spewed through the night— satisfaction not nearly enough when he hadn’t even fucked you yet, only festering a deep seeded arousal no amount of petting and humping could satiate. He needed to be in you, in your skin— in your pussy, feel your walls clasp his cock and pulse upon his veins. Gyutaro needed it so much his teeth cracked from the tension in his jaws as he struggled to thrust into your hole, his inexperience beading sweat and shame.
  “Fuck! How- I can’t put it in”, Gyutaro wailed, palming your waist to hold you steady. His body nudges into yours clumsily, the fat head of his cock slipping past your hole every time he attempted to push inside. “It won’— ughh, it won’t go in!”
 “Relax”, you pat his chest in an attempt to calm him— your words lost to him as he grows increasingly frustrated, gripping your waist too harshly you grimace when he pushes excessively roughly. “Gyu- wait, hun. Relax, no, not like that. Right here, wai-wait. Listen”.
 He doesn’t. Gyutaro does not hear a word you say or bother to pay attention, entirely too raptured by the obscene sounds your bodies make as he ruts into you awkwardly— growling, huffing. “Go inside!! In-in-in!” He shouts with every thrust, “It won’- ahh, uhh-shiit”. Gyutaro sinks in with one hard stroke, and his eyes roll back from the tension that seizes his shaft, your pussy sucking him in, softening to the size of his thick cock. Spreading warmth as your tight walls quiver on his dick. “Fuu-uck, ‘er so hot, ahh-hahahaha”, he cackles to himself, a manic laughter that drowns the wild claps of wet skin slapping skin. Your own moans and sighs are saturated by his babbles that crack his voice through every other thrust.
 “nghh-tight! ‘m fu-ucking you! ah-haha, sh-it, shit-shit! can’t stop, pretty! so’so warm, y’squeezing on my cock, ohh-uhh, ahh, yes! y’like it? ‘m fuckin’ you so-so good, mm? uhh-ahh, my dick feel good pretty? yeah? mm-hmm, pretty slut y’kno how to take dick, ahh-feels nice an’ big in ya’lil’ cunt. pussy so wet fo’me, she like it, yea? uhh-huh, she do- sss’uckin’ wet, nghh...Does-does it hurt? lemme make it hurt fo’you. make it hu-rt s’goo. jus like that, y’so pretty, takin’ my cock like this, cry fo’me. yea, yeah, cry-cry! Fuck-fuck-fuck! Imma-uhhh! Imma cum! Imma-‘mma cu-um!”
   “Gyu—”
  He seized your throat with both hands, capturing your breath and watching your eyes mist over with tears while he fucked you through his quick release. Howling as sprays of cum froth were your skins meet with every plunge. “Look at you”, he grunts, “so messy. Nasty girl”, his giggles wheeze when he plunges in deep into your spongy spot. Gyutaro barely slows down— rings of white smear his cock through his chaotic strokes into your cunt— he can only growl as your walls palpitate upon his shaft. Fumbling through a rhythm he can only hear in his head— yet every slam of his hips ruts his nestle of curls on your clit enough to make your chest heave. He doesn't note your anguished wheeze or the smacks you strike on his face to release his grip. Gyutaro stares at you with bloodshot eyes and drool hanging off his bottom lip burning a frightening leer that makes it known that he is a demon.
 Selfish, powerful and rotten. Though a demon that cried for your touches, cooed about your beauty and kissed your soft skin throughout the night. Nonetheless, he was a demon too mesmerised by the heated arousal in his core and your blood warming his throat to care about your unfortunate lack of oxygen. He needed you still— his cock ached and twitched inside you. His mushroom tip pressed into your cervix like it was made for it. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust, yet they were still heavy— needy. Desperate to empty inside your warm cunt.
 “‘mma break you, my lil’ cutie. make you full an’ round with my cum. fuck”, he growled, grin slanted. Ignoring your huffs to slow down when none of it mattered to him— especially not when he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, your body writhing as your cries gagged when he flexed his grip on your throat. Groaning brazenly, piercing your flesh, licking the bloodied skin and marking the other side with the same bites. You could feel his length stirring inside your silky walls from the visible evidence of his ownership— clamping more bites on your tits and collarbone, violent kisses that he admired by caressing his thumb on the indents of his love.
 “y’like that? mmm, y’look so good fo’me, gon’ fill you with lots an’ lots of cum. ahh-uhhh, all-all leaky and wet- hahaha you cry so pretty. pretty girl cryn’ on my cock it makes me so-so hard. shit, make me cum again, shit-shit! y’feel so nice an’ hot on my cock. y’love my cock dontchya? nnggh- its why ‘ur makin’ su-such a dirty mess on me. nasty-na-asty girl, uhh-shit! do-don’ worry, I’ll cle-ean it up fo’ya. cause ya’my lil’ princess. mine-mine- mine!”
  “oh, god”, you choke, black spots dancing across your vision, his voice far away as he rasps and snickers his dirty words, your body at the mercy of his pleasure with your lungs shrinking tight from every breath he denies you. Matching the brutality of his thrusts, delving in deep and stretching you wide, leaving a permanent imprint of his cock into your cushy walls. Bearing a cruel smirk as your mouth parts in horrid gasps, frantically holding onto consciousness while it continues to slip away— stutters of “oh god” are the only sounds you can manage beneath him.
  Gyutaro snickers. “Nah”, he smirks, licking the tears off your cheeks, “is jus’ me, pretty. There is no god”.
  Your pleas fall on deaf ears while the pain throbs in all the best ways— the pressure knotting in your belly soaking slick all over his cock, mixing with his gooey cum and foaming a sticky mixture that splashes in your cunt and smears all over his pubic bone. His thrusts jostle your body beneath his as sweat and cum cling you both together. You mutter his name incoherently, another orgasm building in your core, thighs shaking against his hips— strokes of his cock pushing deep in your belly in three thrusts until a voiceless scream rips from you and wet squirts gush on his dick.
 “ahh-uhh, su-uch a dirty girl”, he purred, rocking with your trembling body from the intensity of your wet spurts splattering on his girth, “makin’ a big mess on me. ‘tis okay, y’did so-so well, s’goo fo’me. shhh”.
 Your orgasm subsides, and the world around you darkens— limbs go lax and heavy, sinking into the blankets until his glowing eyes dim in their shine— shrouding in the darkness shading your vision.
 “Princess?” He shook you gently, blinking away the fog, thrusts shallowing in their ferocity as Gyutaro took a moment to clearly look at you. And you looked stunning; the hair you spent earlier in the evening brushing coiled into a nest of tangles on your pillow, and your supple skin was now an ornamentation of his passions. With bruises, scrapes and teeth indents yet to fade. Red flecks of dried blood marred your thighs, clothes torn, lashes wet with tears— the sight of you was captivating, and Gyutaro finally released your throat.
 You gag in heaps of air, splutters of coughs and spit choke from you as you struggle to find your breath, blackness fading into colours that bleed together, but the only thing you can register is yellow.
 “c’mere, pretty girl”, Gyutaro pulls you into his strong arms and settles back on his heels, nestling your trembling body on his lap while brushing your tears away, “‘m so’rry for hurting you, princess”. Kisses flutter on your neck, licking the inflated skin as his way of apologising, allowing his healing to fade the dark colours into pretty shades he admired. Gyutaro hummed into your shoulder, idly bouncing you on his cock in slow glides as you catch your breath in his arms, “I couldn’ help myself, ‘m so sorry”. His kisses held the faintest imprint of a smirk, the apologies lacking sincerity despite how they caressed your heated skin.
   “Did I hurt my girl?”
 You nod timidly, curling your arms around his neck, deliriously seeking solace from the creature who caused your discomfort and leaning into his heated touch as he stroked your back in soothing circles. You shouldn't have, but you melted into it— into his kisses and his faux apologies, allowing him to lift you up and down his cock lazily. Taking the time to explore every column of your neck with his wet tongue. The new angle made your cunt hug every inch and ridge of his dick, greedily suckling on the sensitive flesh with his balls tight beneath your ass and a mess of combined frothy cum sticking on your laps.
  “One more?” Gyutaro giggles when you shake your head, “yes you can”, he insists, pecking your cheeks with wet kisses, “yes you can, pretty. cum one more time fo’rme, yea? yes, my pretty, pretty girl with the pretty pussy. ya’pussy love me, I know she do, I know she wants one more”.
  Your hair tickles his cheeks when you shake your head, hoarse objections triggering more of his giggles, “Gyu, no, please- ‘tis too much”. You shuffle closer, chests pressed, thighs resting around his hips, your own kisses fluttering on his jaw in sweet pecks as a way to entice him to let you sleep. To breathe. And though your bodies rock gently together, you can feel his rigid erection inside you, whereas the exhaustion exuded from your every pore. “Gyu, let’s rest, kay?” you tiredly murmur while you run your fingers through his curls, moaning through the jerks of your bodies with the stench of sweat and cum stirring in the air, yet none of it registers to him the way it does for you.
 Gyutaro only hums, the pulse on his cock a restless arousal compared to the fatigue weighing on your eyelids— he moves you achingly slow. Canting his hips to eye how his thick shaft reappears coated in a warm layer of cum from the copious amounts he released into you, creating little bubbles at the base with every drag. As if he was savouring the touch of your pussy sliding up and down his length, basking in the comfort of your body curled into his. “Feel good, yea?” He chuckled airly. 
  “Yea”, you sigh sweetly, leaning into him, “all yours, Gyu”. The warmth you radiate seeps into his as you cuddle into his chest, kiss his face, tug on his hair and whisper his name in soft gaps. Unaware of how his smile faded.
  Gyutaro stiffened, swallowing a nasty lump in his throat from the implication of your tender words. You held him, his sordid body with black marks and spindly limbs, you kissed him as if he were something precious to you, and the sentiment overwhelmed him. His obsession festering now the more your soft lips brushed along his scars. “You’re mine now, okay?” He growled into your neck, voice no more than a tortured husk, arms clenching tight around your waist, exhibiting the adamant force of his adoration. “I’ll come for you every night, kay? I’ll come for you and make you feel so-so good, princess. I'll protect you, listen”, he gruffed, pulling back to grip your chin, forcing you to see the dark devotion burning in his gaze when he said, “You’re mine”.
  “Okay”, you mutter sleepily, the tenderness in your throat adding to the lightheaded weariness sinking your body, finally succumbing to the blood loss that twinkled spots you couldn't blink away.
 Gyutaro growled, meanly squeezing your cheeks and forcing clarity in your haze to make you witness the sinister gravity of his affections. And when you looked at him, when you settled your misty eyes on him and smiled— it bloomed a warmth that made his chest ache. “Repeat after me”, he rasped, “I am yours”.
 “I am yours”.
“And you’re mine”.
 “And you’re mine”.
“Say it”.
 You smile dreamily, tugging on his hair to make him slant his head down and graze your lips against his, “I am yours, and you’re mine”.
 “Good girl”, Gyutaro caressed your face gently, sliding his fingers through your hair exactly how he imagined doing all those nights he spent watching you. And it was everything. This time, when he kissed you, it was the gentlest press upon your forehead. “C’mon, pretty girl”, he whispered, “one more”. 
  His snickers blocked your huffs as he bent you over with your thighs cinched to your chest, mounting you into a position you couldn’t wriggle yourself out of. “Sh-it”, was the only thing he could manage, cock plunging in your sopping cunt in fast succession, sinking into the warmth of your body as the heat glowed. His strangled moans trickle drool on your lips, pitiful gasps escaping with his heavy thrusts from the new angle. “All mine, yea? yeah you are, m’girl. my dirty girl so cock hungry”. Gyutaro gazed deep into your eyes, committing everything to memory. Your shudders, moans and cries of his name, how your eyes roll when he presses into your cervix, how your chest heaves when he brushes against your clit.
  You truly were a dream, and as he pumped you full of his cock, your pussy spasming along his length, Gyutaro whispered praises. Low rasps of “pretty girl”, and “I’ll kill for you”, merge with your moans, creating a sensual melody echoed by the wet sounds of skin clapping together through his heavy thrusts.
  “th-thats it, that’s my girl. so-so pretty. cummin’ all over me. so-so wet haha- ahh, fuck-fuck! ri-ight here, fuck you like this? y’like it? dick feel goo’, yea? I kno’ it do, y’squeezin’on me again, ‘er jus’ a dirty lil’ cunt, huh? Wan’ cock so-so bad, lettin’ a demon fuck you hahaha-ahh-fuck-fuck! feel so’goo’ ahh-shit! I can’ wait to see yo’again. fu-uuck, wait for me, pretty. I’ll take goo’ care of you. yea? y’like that? wan’ be all mine, huh. mmm-shit, tight! so-so tight, uhh-uhh, yes! yes-yes-yes!”
 You nod through his babbles, answering him with yes and right there, lost in the fog of his arousal, you were almost drunk on it. Drunk on his strength, his affection, his cock pounding in and out of your soft cunt, balls slapping against your ass flaring heat in your core while praises stumbled, losing their coherency the harder Gyutaro fucked you until it all burst. Cum splashes out in wet squirts and spills in goopy sprays as you both moan through your combined orgasm, trembling together with him slumped on top of you— finally satiated.
 His body melts into yours in bliss, panting widely, body heavy as he lay half on top of you, nuzzling his sweaty forehead into your hair with a delirious giggle.
 “such a good girl”, he coos with a silly smile, gently easing out of your quivering pussy only for sloshes of mixed cum to ooze out of your cunt in thick glops. “Fuck, so-so dirty, we made a mess”, Gyutaro snickered as he fingered the white substance, mesmerised by the gooey essence coating your bodies, quietly watching you catch your breath for a moment longer. Safe and warm.
 Soft breaths sound from you both, tangled in a mess of limbs, cum and sweat— the breeze from the open balcony does nothing to soothe the heat emitting from your bodies. Not after the events of the sordid night now only filled by deep huffs and quiet giggles between the sheets. Gyutaro curls into you from behind, holding you gently with his hands roaming your delicate curves, surrendering to his desires now that the fire in his core was finally sated. Kisses litter on your shoulders, his smile evident against your sweat-coated skin, whispers of praise lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
 The silence stretches as the evening comes to an end, the streams of moonlight dimming through the sheer curtains showing the world that dawn was not far on the horizon. You hear him sigh, “I’ll be back, ‘kay?”
 You can’t help but pout, fighting the sleep in your eyes to peer at him over your shoulder, “You’re leaving?”
 “I’ll be back tonight, promise”, he declares, a crooked smirk peaking through as he stands, tugging on his torn pants, “you should take a long bath, though”.
 You nod in response, watching his hulking frame disappear from your balcony, leaving you in the mess of putrid sex clinging to your skin. You huff a laugh he can hear through the wind, letting it carry his name with it as you hum to yourself a new song with the word Gyutaro flowing in the gentlest melody.
Another tune he admired in the late hours of the night, the promise of tomorrow heavy in the air as he slinked back into the shadows.
THE END.
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chrollohearttags · 11 months
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men that make you cry during sex. Sure, they’ll feel bad about it also turns them on. The type of man that loves laying you on your back, folding your legs up and fucking you into total submission. The type that likes to feed you deep strokes..curled up into a mating press with his entire body burrowed over you. His favorite position, all because he gets the honor of staring at your pretty face while he’s in it. It’s not one he takes lightly because he knew how many men wanted you; that his girl turned heads everywhere you went but he was the only one to have you coming all over his dick. Making a mess of that sloppy cunt and sloshing around his own nut that he’s nestled into you prior. Making you experience one powerful orgasm right after the next with no end in sight..yes, he knows he’s killing your shit, that much is apparent by the various marks you’ve left on his back and arms, clawing them up with the constant pressure of his tip prodding your spot. “G’ahh—baby, yes. You’re so close. So fucking tight..” grunting aggressively against your lips with your foreheads pressed together; sweat beaded and trickling down his face. It’s when he relentlessly pounds you, bringing you to another climax that you instantly come undone and start trembling immensely. Your choked out screams trapped in the back of your throat, eyes trailing back before you emit a loud cry and the tears to follow. You find yourself gasping for breath, holding onto his burly arms for some semblance of stability as you try to ride out that orgasm. “FUCK! Oh my god…” It takes him a minute to realize that you’re in full blown hysterics, sobbing from the intensity. It’s all but expected when he’s coaxed out another stream of squirt to add to the several other ones soaking the sheets. “It’s okay, baby. You’re alright, you’re alright. Just breathe with me.” As hard as he’s trying to console you, he can’t help but be aroused by the tear stained state of your pretty face. He tries calming you down but to no avail. And honestly, the way you’re clamping his cock because of it..he doesn’t really want it to stop. Your eyes shut for a split second and a smile crept across his face in satisfaction of what he’s caused. Making love to you so good that you cry? Oh, he can’t get enough of that. Hell, you might even have awoken some sadistic trait inside of him. A little sick and fucked up, he knows it. Because in any other capacity, he wouldn’t be able to stomach the thought of you in shambles like this. But damn, does the sight of you slapping at his abs, saying “daddy..I can’t take it. I’m coming so hard..” Make him want to put a baby in you at that very moment. Even finds himself twitching inside of that warmth when you begin to sniffle and apologize for breaking into a sob. “I’m so sorry..” Before you open your eyes, he has to contain his enthusiasm and the fact that he wants to make it happen again. So he just swaddles you in his grasp, swipes a thumb across your cheek and kisses your temple as he chuckles.
“It’s okay, baby. You can let it all out..let it all go for me. You look so pretty when you do.”
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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 11 months
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bwabys-scenarios · 18 days
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When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.
Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.
Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.
No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.
He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”
You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.
If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.
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kakushino · 6 months
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Be my Owner
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Demon pet! Tomioka Giyuu x AFAB! Reader
Demons mated for life, sharing lifespan with their mates.
Tags: mild allusions to depression (reader), demon pet AU (domesticated demons), in heat, smut, nipple play, mating, dom-leaning bottom reader (i think???) Word count: 7,4k
Masterlist | My Pet Demon collab
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You knew you were not well mentally; the deep hole, where your heart should be, made itself known a long time ago. What you didn’t understand was the reason you… required a pet. And it wasn’t even any pet - a dog would have sufficed, maybe - but your best friend gave you a fucking demon.
You didn’t know what you did to deserve your best friend but this was a bit… over the top. Especially now as you stared your new charge in the impossibly deep blue eyes. 
Giyuu was a serious-looking demon, long black hair a little tangled and dry, giving it a distinct spiky shape, cute dark blue horns poking out from his head. He also had dark eyebags, which was hardly surprising, given that he’d had to travel in the sun, which weakened demons a great amount. An overall gaunt appearance was what made your heart want to keep it - keep him.
Demons had become domesticated in the last century or so, becoming glorified pets and workers, though there was a movement about giving them rights by law. You supported that movement passively, but you would have to immerse yourself in it more, now that you owned a demon.
He’d been silent the entire time you and your best friend talked, not moving an inch, and he was still not saying anything when they left.
“So…” He perked up a little when you started to speak. “Uhm… When was the last time you ate?” 
Giyuu shifted on his feet, the first true response to anything that was said that day. His voice was a little raspy, though not overly deep, and it retained a soothing quality. “...three days ago.”
Your friend told you he needed to feed at least once a week, so to be safe, you had to get some meat for him. It would do you no good to starve him, what with his current appearance. “And what type of meat do you prefer?”
The question made him raise his eyebrows briefly, before they fell back into a neutral expression. It seemed not many people, if anyone at all, asked him that. “Salmon.”
You had some salmon filets in the freezer that you could let thaw in the sink for him. It was a curious choice, less… usual? You would think he’d go for more human-like meat, such as pork. Oh well, you would have to look up diet options for him. Your friend told you he was a mutt - a mixed type breed - so you would heed his preference to salmon as well.
You tried not to think how much you focused on feeding him right, when you yourself often skipped eating for days.
Your life with Giyuu settled into a new routine. 
You spread your couch for him for a few days until you could get him a true bed. He always seemed surprised by these little gestures of… human kindness you displayed for him.
The first night on the couch, he’d hardly moved from sleeping on his back; the second he was turned onto the side; by the time a week went by, he’d relaxed enough to snuggle close to the green and yellow bunny plushie you had given him.
You took to feeding him twice a week, which always made his eyebrows twitch before he dug in. Though you followed some advice you found on the demon diet, you tried to incorporate salmon as much as possible, so he could enjoy his favorite meat. You found out he was quite the messy eater, bringing a smile to your face whenever you had to gently wipe off the fish scales or other raw bits off of his cheeks.
Since his hair started to tame down a little from its tangled mess - though the baths he’d taken helped too - you thought the diet was a success.
You ordered some clothes for him. Most of them fit him, some were oversized, but all were made for comfort. Sweatpants, cotton shirts, one hoodie for when the weather became colder, some underwear and socks. You would take him shopping for a pair or two of shoes later, as he’d come bare-footed, as well as buying him more clothes that fit him properly - and also maybe jeans and a dress-shirt, for other occasions... What you received through mail would be enough for now.
The bed arrived. Your flat wasn’t that big, forcing you to put his bed in the living room corner instead of his own room. You tried to give him privacy, giving him several choices of different curtains and screens - of which he’d chosen a sliding-door type screen reminiscent of shoji doors.
Taking care of Giyuu gave you a strange satisfaction. Fulfilling his needs came to you like second nature, and you always pushed through your exhaustion to do things for him you would rarely do for yourself before he came into your life. 
You started to see merit in owning him when you actually went to take a shower after not showering for three days, thinking ‘I must be stinky to him’. You changed your sheets right after that and laid in your clean bed in a fresh set of clothes with your window open to let in the evening air. It was odd. You felt better somehow, despite the two basic actions taking up the rest of your energy.
Your eyes wandered to the door which led to the living room and wondered about Giyuu’s situation. At times it felt like the two of you were two sides of the same coin. Did either of you really have a purpose in life?
Did Giyuu truly deserve to have an owner like you - struggling with basic human needs?
Probably not.
But you were all he had.
With that depressing thought, you drifted off to sleep.
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Before you knew it, it was four months, nearly five, into your companionship arrangement. 
One thing you felt bad about was your hermit-type lifestyle. You worked from home as an editor, which was good for your mental health, and also for your new pet, as you were always home in case something happened. It had a bad side too though - like staying cooped up in the apartment forever. 
While you worked, you allowed Giyuu to stay in your room with you, setting up a small corner for him with a large beanbag, and a few books to read after you confirmed he was literate. At the moment, he was spread out over the chair on his back, reading through Game of Thrones for the nth time. He really seemed to like that book, perhaps you should get the next one in the series, though you never got to finish the first one, courtesy of your limited energy levels throughout the day.
Or perhaps - your thoughts flitted to the Demon Rights movement - you could see if there was a meet up somewhere nearby, so he could interact with other local demons. You remembered they sometimes did those…
You opened up your social media, the one you recently created solely to interact with the local DR group, and checked the upcoming events. It took a little bit of scrolling but you saw one that suited you. 
The Night Parade A.K.A. DR’s 13th Meet up!
It was in a park about 30 minutes away by foot, and the start was around an hour after sunset, which was perfect. The description encouraged people to bring their demon companions for much-needed socializing while the humans could see what others do to help their demons acclimate in homes and other living arrangements. 
The last sentence made your heart plummet down to your stomach.
A kindly reminder that demon companions are required to wear collars by law.
There was a link to their website which offered sustainable collars which didn’t hurt the demons while wearing it.
You saved your work and looked up more information about demon collars, immersing yourself in the vast world that was the Demon Rights site and other sources. Once you deemed yourself at least partially educated on the issue, you went back to the DR e-shop and scoured it for one you thought would be okay for your demon companion.
“Giyuu?” you glanced at him, the book he had been holding in his hand was bookmarked and closed, laying on the table you placed next to his beanbag. He’d been reading not a second ago, how was he so fast? At least he didn’t stand up as he had been prone to do the first month whenever you addressed him.
At times you wondered if he was mute, but then he surprised you by speaking with you in a low voice - which happened more often as he got comfortable. “Yes, owner?” 
“How do you feel about going outside?”
His eyebrows twitched, which you had come to interpret as excitement. You liked to think you were getting better at reading him. “Whatever you want to do, we will do, owner.”
You nodded. “Well… To go outside, you need to… wear a collar,” you said softly, looking at him and gauging his reaction. He gave away nothing. “And, well, I did my research and there were multiple options and I found one that might-” You beckoned him closer and he practically shot to your side, very nearly startling you. “Oh! Yes, do you think this one would be alright?” You scooted a little to the side with your chair, letting him lean in to see the screen. 
It was a relatively plain collar, with nichirin cord hidden in the fabric, and though the locking mechanism was very simple it abided by the law standards. There were no wisteria poison pouches nor electric shock add-ons as your ‘normal’ ‘pet shop’ might offer. The e-shop offered several color options as well.
You watched him as he read the specifications. Was it too much? Maybe you should get just a plain one for other ‘pets’ and try to disguise it as a proper collar. 
Still… it felt wrong to put a collar on Giyuu, as if he were an animal. The thought of degrading him like this made your stomach churn.
“Can I-?”
“Go ahead.”
He took the mouse and clicked on the wine red option. Giyuu stood up straight and looked at you blankly, waiting for you to understand what he meant.
Your eyes flitted between him and the screen, raising your eyebrow. “You want this one?” 
He nodded.
You supposed it was better than choosing a color for him. You quickly added it to the cart, along with a… leash. The whole situation made you feel icky.
Giyuu hovered over you for a moment longer, before you waved him off to his seat with a mutter of ‘thanks’ over your shoulder.
A deep sigh left you, and though you didn’t see, he picked up on it, observing you for a long moment.
At times he wondered if it was him who burdened you so. He knew however that the problem lay deeper inside of you than just a pet like him. He could smell it on you, the lack of certain hormones that fueled human happiness. 
And just as he could smell the lack of them, he could recognize when their levels spiked up - like when you watched him reading in his little corner, or when you saw him dozing in his bed, or enjoying his meat. He also registered that you liked to see him grooming himself, like brushing his hair (rather wrestling it into a manageable mane) and putting oils onto his horns.
His horns, and hair, had been dried out for a long while, the previous shelter not doing much to help out his problems. 
Thanks to your tender care and change of diet, he saw his water marks returning too. The one on his chest was the first to appear, the dark blue standing out against his skin. You had yet to notice.
That was the thing he prided himself in. He was not a mutt, as most people assumed. His coloring was a little unusual but he was of the Urokodaki line, Tomioka branch of Water demons. Giyuu was probably one of the last pure blood demons there were, making him stronger than others - if fed properly. And you did. You listened to him and fed him a fish-based diet for his needs.
You were the first owner who asked him about his opinion and cared about it. And that was one single fact which would make him loyal to death to you. He would gladly wear a collar with your name on it, outside and inside, with pride. 
Because he was yours, body and soul.
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You had nearly forgotten about the event until your calendar gave you a notification. The package from the e-shop had arrived only two days after you ordered it, and you had yet to open it, leaving it to collect dust. The uncomfortable feeling returned. You very much did not want to put a collar on Giyuu, it had to be humiliating - for him - and the last thing you wanted to do was make him out to be some sort of beast he certainly was not.
“Uhm, so,” you started nervously. “We are going out today…”
Giyuu was looking down at you head tilted slightly, as you stood by a small package on the counter. He remained silent.
“I’m really sorry but uhm, by law you need to have a collar… when we go out,” you reminded him gently, fumbling with the package. “I didn’t want to do it but I really need to. I’m so, so sorry. I hate to do this,” you took a deep breath to calm down as you finally took the collar out. 
It appeared high quality, the color matching the picture you remembered exactly. There was a complementary tag with Giyuu’s name and your phone number engraved on it; though very standard, it still made you upset. 
You fumbled with the lock mechanism to undo it so you could slip it on him. Giyuu kindly lifted his hair up when you reached around his neck to fasten it. You tightened the strap only slightly so it wouldn't chafe, checking with your fingers between the material and his cool skin if it was loose enough; it was. 
Electric shocks ran down his spine when you finally touched him - for the first time. You ran a little warmer than he did, and that pleasant contrast against him made the contact all the more enticing. He could not help but close his eyes, content. 
“I’m really sorry, once again,” you mumbled, turning back to the box to take out the matching leash you ordered along with it, tears of frustration filling your eyes.
Giyuu finally said, “I don’t mind.”
His words made you freeze.
“I can wear it at home too, if you’d like, owner.” 
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The walk to the park was dark, obviously, but you somehow didn’t fear the night with Giyuu by your side… on a leash.
I can wear it at home too, if you’d like, owner.
Why did his words not bother him at all? You were upset with yourself; did you really create an image of being possessive of him? Did he think you kept him at home because you didn’t want him to run?
The questions and emotions that followed kept swirling in your brain, even as Giyuu nearly breathed down your neck with his closeness despite giving him as much lead as you could. 
The park was closer than you thought. You weren’t the first to arrive, thank god, and you took a moment to admire the decorations, before you turned to Giyuu.
His horns gleamed in the soft light of the fairy lights that were put up by the organizers. His skin seemed to have a warm glow to it for the first time. Looking at him now, you could tell he became much healthier in your care and that made your heart squeeze. 
How cruel must his previous owners have been to him to reduce him into the wraith he had been when he came to you?
You shook your head and untucked the leash from his collar. Once on the event grounds, you were free to let the demon companions roam and socialize, and you did want Giyuu to have friends outside of you - if you could call yourself his friend at all.
You were his owner after all.
His dark blue eyes observed you for a moment, as if asking for permission or guidance.
“Giyuu, I want you to have fun with other demons here,” you told him softly, a complex mix of emotions stirring up your belly.
Giyuu could pick up on each and decipher them easily though - you were anxious, sad, yet your ‘happiness’ levels weren’t that low… It was a strange smell on you, especially with how you encouraged him to go ‘have fun’. 
But in the end, he strived to make you happy. If you wanted him to talk to others, he would do so.
You watched him walk away towards a group of demons further into the park. You had to tear your eyes away from him, lest you keep staring at him all evening. 
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Though he recognized some of the demons in the gathering, one in particular nearly made him pull a face. 
Shinobu.
The butterfly demon was a menace.
And she made herself known the second she spotted him.
“Oh my, if it isn’t Giyuu. I didn’t know shelters allowed mutts to roam the streets.”
He pressed his lips together in a tight line. Shinobu wasn’t blind, she saw he had a collar, and she knew, of course she knew, that he belonged to a human now. Yet she still chose to taunt him with these untrue things.
“I’m not a mutt,” he focused on the other false information she sprouted. He knew he looked different, but he was of purer blood than her, which she had yet to sense. His face mark had still not appeared either.
She grinned, “Keep telling yourself that and you might actually believe it. Where is the poor human who’s stuck with you?”
He tensed. He was not going to share anything about you with Shinobu of all people. 
“I bet the shelter had to pay them to take you so you would stop stinking up the place.”
“That’s not true,” he told her quietly, unwilling to make a scene and ruin your evening. For you will surely come running if you found him arguing with another demon.
“Not that you were worth much in the first place. Probably had to sweeten the deal somehow…”
Only your opinion of him mattered to him. He didn’t care about Shinobu’s grandstanding… but should she take your name into her mouth, he would surely not hold himself back.
“What, did you spread your legs for your owner to take you?”
“That is a false assumption, Miss Demon, and I would kindly suggest you shut up about things you know nothing about.”
Giyuu turned slightly towards you, not letting Shinobu out of his sight in case she tried something. His heart beat fast.
“Ara ara~ did I hit a nerve? My apologies~” Shinobu’s smile was empty of any emotion, yet it was obvious she felt she was right with her assumption. She checked her wrist as if she had a watch there. “It seems the time I had for you ran out. See ya~”
Watching Shinobu retreat brought Giyuu no satisfaction even as he stepped closer to you. He was tense, and he could smell your anger wafting off of you as well. 
Had you really come to his defense? He would not have let her talk badly about you, of course, but your presence and words warmed his heart. His chest feeling tight as the strong drumming of his pulse beckoned him to start a dance with you - one he was not sure he could finish just yet. Even so, his teeth ached with need.
His dark blue eyes finally met yours, an unknown emotion swirling in his stomach as he breathed in your scent. You were slowly calming down, shoulders relaxing. Oh, he felt he could purr when he realized it was his proximity that made it so, his face gaining a pleased flush hidden by the darkness of the night.
Giyuu stepped closer to you again, nearly leaning into you in a daze.
"Are you okay?" Your worried voice snapped him out of his trance.
You had defended him and now you were worried? Fuck. He wanted to show you he could protect you too, that he could care for you too, that he could provide for you too… 
"I am. I apologize for ruining your evening, owner," he tried to infuse as much of his devotion as he could into his voice, though it was not enough. It would never be enough. His brain whirled with thoughts of how he could show you how he felt for you.
You rushed to reassure him otherwise, making one of the parts inside him preen. “You didn’t ruin anything, Giyuu… What that demon said was uncalled for. If I knew who her… owner was, I’d have a talk with them.”
The situation truly made you mad. Giyuu might not have been as aware of her accusation, but you’d looked up everything the Demon Rights movement protested and felt sick at what you found. 
Demon prostitution.
Forced, of course.
You were glad he had been in the bath at the time, because your reaction had been so visible and uncontrolled you had to walk outside for a minute to breathe. 
The thought of you forcing Giyuu into that kind of thing made you feel even sicker inside as you calmed down in the cool outside air.
Your demon pressed close to you so close you could feel his reassuring warmth, his torso nearly touching your arm. You breathed in his scent and blinked slowly, lulled by his presence. 
A black haired man caught your eye. No, not man, a demon - a demon with an electric collar, one you quickly scrolled past when you saw it in the e-shop. He seemed to be snarling at another demon, a very pale blonde one, before a human woman touched his arm, speaking to him with a smile. 
You recognized the woman from the DR group - she was one of the organizers, Mrs Kamado.
You observed the interaction between the black haired demon and the organizer, realizing that the electric collar was needed for him. He seemed to have selective hearing and it was obvious that she didn’t use it heavily at all, choosing to talk him down instead… which seemed to be working.
“His name is Muzan.” 
You turned to the young man standing next to you. He had a scar on his forehead, his eyes and hair a dark color with shades of red gleaming through when the light hit him just right. “Sorry?”
“The demon is Muzan, he’s an old coot and a bit of a brat but he isn’t that bad,” he explained with a smile. “Oh, sorry. I’m Kamado Tanjiro, my parents are the ones who organized this.”
“It’s nice to meet you. My name is [Name],” you introduced yourself, fully focusing on him.
A click coming from behind you made your head snap around. Giyuu was standing there, looking away from you, seemingly uninterested in what was happening in front of him. You frowned in confusion, turning back to Tanjiro.
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Even with the hiccup at the start, you counted tonight as success. After your brief introduction to Tanjiro, who you learned was an University student at the Ubuyashiki University, he showed you around, guiding you through meeting many owners and demon companions throughout the night. You didn’t meet with the female demon who bothered Giyuu again, thankfully.
You dropped your keys into a bowl by the door with a tired sigh. All the socializing drained you.
You dropped Giyuu’s leash to take off your cross-body bag before you turned to him to take off his collar. You frowned, noticing the gleam of the metal lock seemed a bit dull compared to before.
No matter, you took off the leash and reached for the mechanism.
It did not budge.
You tried again, getting the same result.
“This is strange… Come with me,” you took his hand and led him to sit on your couch so you could see the collar properly in the light of your living room. 
The metal was scratched - badly. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Was there a physical fight between Giyuu and the female demon before you noticed them? How had it gotten so busted up? 
You tried to open it again and again, your attempts getting a little desperate as you tried to find a new angle.
Tears of frustration filled your eyes.
You never wanted to make Giyuu wear it. How were you going to take it off of him? It must be so insulting, being degraded into a pet. 
Fuck, you fucked up.
Pale warm hands covered yours, halting your efforts. Your eyes met his, the impossibly deep blue of Giyuu’s soul stared back at you. There was no fear, no judgment. He was looking at you kindly, as if it was not your fault, as if he wanted to reassure you. 
Your throat clogged up with emotion.
“I do not mind, owner,” he said lowly. “I don’t mind keeping it on at home.” 
You pressed your lips together in an unhappy line. “I’m sorry, Giyuu…”
His fingers grabbed your hands in a loose hold and he brought them up to his lips, nuzzling the knuckles gently with closed eyes. “Do not be, owner. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
You had nothing to be sorry for, because he had been the one to destroy the mechanism. You would have never allowed him to wear the collar at home, even if he asked. He had realized that while you were putting the collar onto him, and that’s why he did it.
It worked.
He smiled when you turned away from him.
After a shower, Giyuu laid in his bed, staring at the bunny you had given him when he first came to you. The pattern had reminded him of his old friend a little, but the scent had been yours, all yours. 
It was clear to him the bunny plushie had belonged to you before you gave it to him, even if you washed it before he received it.
Now months later, your scent was gone.
But he could easily imagine it as he hugged the bunny close to his chest. He could imagine it was your body against his, warming him; your scent, the one he breathed in today, that enveloped him in comfort and… something else.
There was a strange feeling in his gut that he ignored for the moment.
Would you hug him, if he asked for it? Would you scent the bunny plushie, if he asked for it? Would you become his bunny, if he asked for it?
He quickly backpedaled. 
His bunny?
He… quite liked that. You could be his bunny, and he would be your protector, as it should be.
The feeling in his belly spread into his chest, making him feel hot in his pajamas. Giyuu was confused as to what it could be, pondering on the issue as he snuggled the bunny even closer, imagining it was you.
What had happened differently today?
You gave him the collar, you went to the park, you walked back, you tried taking off the collar…
You touched him.
His hips bucked, making his eyes snap open. He was… humping the bunny unconsciously, thinking of you. 
Though Giyuu realized it was strange to do so, he continued, fantasy overtaking his mind as he closed his eyes again. Your body, pliable and warm under him; your voice, the pretty moans it could produce; your cunt, sopping wet about to be filled with his cu-
Oh fuck.
Giyuu realized what was happening.
He’d entered his heat.
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The morning came too early. 
Your clock read 10:36 AM when you groaned, knowing you won’t be able to sleep anymore. The least you could do was get up and do your hygiene, even if you didn’t feel that hungry for breakfast.
You tiptoed into the bathroom, the sight in the mirror nearly sending you back to bed. You had dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks puffy from sleep, and your hair messy. Nevertheless, you ran your hands through your hair to make it half-presentable, and brushed your teeth, checking your notifications on your phone. There was a friendship request on your social media from Tanjiro, which made you smile and quickly accept. 
By the time you were done with your teeth, you had already started up a conversation with him as he talked about the bakery his family owned. You promised to visit him, and the bakery, when you had the time.
The living room was dark, as it had been since you’d gotten Giyuu. You walked closer to check on him, the bit of light from your open bedroom door enough to see him by. 
He was snuggled with the plushie you’d given him. The cute sight brought a smile to your face, and you went to cover him back up with his blanket, when you noticed something odd. 
Giyuu was sweaty, his pajama shirt damp and his hair sticking to his face as he panted softly, noises of discontent leaving him as his brows furrowed.
You quickly stepped closer to him, sliding the shoji-like curtain along smoothly. You reached out to touch his forehead, worried.
Just as you felt the heat of his skin, his hand grabbed your wrist tightly. “Don’t,” he rasped out, his eyes opening a sliver, feverishly bright.
You frowned, “But Giyuu, you’re burning u-”
“You can’t-” he gasped when you pushed past his weak resistance and touched his sweaty forehead. Again, he tried to fight your hand on him. “You can’t touch me.” 
“What? Why can’t I?” you pulled back slightly, trying to respect his boundaries but also worried out of your mind, leaning over to look him in the eyes.
He let out a strangled sound, nearly crawling back in the bed away from you. His face was flushed a deep red as you reached for him again. “I’m in heat.” He pushed his bunny plushie against you, but you only set it aside and grabbed his wrist. “S-stop touching me, I- I can’t-” 
I can’t hold myself back, is what he wanted to say. Giyuu had wanted to say a lot of things before touching you properly. He had wanted to court you, to give you proper courting gifts and attention, to show you he could be a good mate. This unplanned heat triggered by your touch last night was throwing a stick into his plans. 
He wanted you, he needed you.
You were oblivious to his thoughts, worried out of your mind. “But isn’t the heat painful? Why don’t you take off your shirt?” You didn’t press forward but still gave him no room to escape. “I want to help you, Giyuu.”
Did you even know what you were saying? What your words were doing to him? His face flushed an even deeper red.
You misinterpreted his blush for embarrassment and your thoughts raced in circles. How could you make him more comfortable?
“Why don’t I take off my shirt too? Look,” you quickly discarded the oversized shirt you slept in, leaving you in your panties as you knelt in front of him on his bed. “Now your turn.”
Giyuu was stupefied, and pliable, as you sat him up and took off his shirt as well, making you gasp. His chest was half-covered with demon markings of deep blue imitating water in the way they flowed and centered - it was like an artist splashed him with color and left it to dry. 
Your fingers reached out to trace one such mark going over his heart, making him shiver. You glanced up at his face to check if he was alright.
Giyuu seemed to be in a trance, staring at your exposed chest. The sight made you blush as you finally realized the situation you were in.
“Can I touch you?” he asked roughly, his voice raspy.
“I- okay…” you assented in confusion.
Once he’d gained permission he nearly attacked your chest with a hunger previously unknown to you. His hands cupped your breasts and his hot tongue laved at the skin, quickly getting to one of your nipples to circle the areola. His lips closed around it, sucking it harshly, making you cry out in pain. 
“Stop!”
As if burned, Giyuu pulled back, saliva connecting your nipple and his glistening lips, a teary eyed expression on his face.
The sight hurt your heart, and you sighed, giving up. “Just be gentle, okay?”
He nodded and licked your nipple much more gently, staring you in the eyes the whole time, gauging your face for any discomfort.
There was none, the texture of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. You breathed out shakily, closing your eyes as you arched your back slightly, offering him more, urging him to continue.
Giyuu hummed against your flesh, making you shiver, his thumb stroking the unattended nipple softly. Your breath hitched, and you gripped his pajama pants tightly, the slight shift of the fabric giving him enough stimulation to moan. It reminded you that there was something more stiff than your nipples.
Your hand trailed up, cupping his hardness. He bucked his hips, moaning into your chest as you started to pump his shaft through the pants, wetness gathering at the tip.
Giyuu cursed under his breath, switching to the other nipple to give them equal attention with his gentle sucking, whining when you squeezed the tip of his cock a little, his teeth grazing your breast.
You very nearly whimpered when he did that. In retaliation the hand stroking his cock grabbed the hem of his pants instead, your other hand reaching inside to stroke his length unobscured. 
Giyuu had to pull back from your breast lest he bite down as he groaned through his teeth, resting his forehead on your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin while his thumbs continued to play with your nipples. He could hardly resist leaning more into you, rising to his knees and burying his head in your neck, hot open-mouthed kisses trailing all over you as your head fell back, giving him more access. 
He laved at your skin, kissing it, sucking on it, creating deep hickeys as he pleased, the sensation drawing low whines and moans from your throat.
Then, he bit down on your pulse point gently.
Your hold on his cock tightened, the next stroke rougher than before.
“Don-Don’t! I’m about to-!” You quickly let go. He groaned loudly, as if in pain when your hand retreated from his pants. “Please, I need-!”
Your face felt hot, his desperate state made you so turned on you didn’t know what to do with yourself, except squeeze your thighs together. “What do you need, Giyuu?”
He felt as if he wanted, no, needed to eat you up, as if you were prey and him a predator - as it should have been before demons turned into glorified pets. 
But the feeling was too other to be just hunger; it was also thirst, for the sweet sounds you made when he marked you up, for an even sweeter sound you would make when he bit you and claimed you as his own.
“T-turn over, owner. I need you,” he told you breathlessly, his voice gaining a raspier quality as he pawed at your hips, claws retracted. You’d told him you would help him, didn’t you? Well, he was asking for that help now.
The panties you wore were soaked, and you knew what exactly he wanted you to do. You knelt in front of him and took the panties off, obeying his request and turning around to offer yourself to him on your hands and knees.
There was the sound of fabric being ripped apart before his hand grabbed your ass, thumb digging in as he pulled your flesh back just enough to expose your pussy. “I’m sorry, I just- I just need you.”
Giyuu slid the tip of his cock between your pussy lips, gathering your juices and spreading his precum all over, before he finally started to push in. He let out a shaky, drawn out moan. 
The stretch burned slightly, and you could do nothing but grip the sheets under your hands and push back against him, wanting more. 
“Sh-shit-” He bottomed out, his length pushing against something that made your arms give out and you fell forward, your forearms now supporting your weight.
“Can’t help myself-” he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, a whine leaving his throat at the feeling. His hands held your hips in a bruising grip. 
Then, he set a rough and fast pace. He fucked you like a beast unleashed, like you were his fucktoy, his thrusts uncoordinated and sloppy - disharmonic, desperate. 
You clenched your eyes shut as fireworks sparked behind your eyelids as the heat built up between the two of you. Giyuu was near-painfully thick and long. Even inexperienced, his dick hit all the right places, drawing breathy moans past your lips quietly. 
He himself became non-verbal, panting and keening lowly as he tried to chase his ecstasy. He leaned forward, his right arm supporting his weight just over your shoulder, left hand snaking around to stroke your puffy clit in tight circles, completely out of rhythm with his thrusts. His lips placed open mouthed kisses on your shoulders, nibbling on the flesh and sucking hickeys, staking his claim as the knot in your belly tightened.
Then, near the height of your pleasure, you felt a pinch at the junction of your shoulder and neck. 
As if triggered, your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, making you quiver in Giyuu's tight embrace, even as he still rocked his hips against yours in frantic tight circles, keening against the bite in your shoulder. Each thrust inside sent another wave of pleasure, until you did not know when one ended and another began. You could hardly form a thought, only sounds you vaguely recognized as yours left your throat.
Warmth spilled inside of you after an erratic series of rough thrusts, his arms hugging you tightly, putting his whole weight on you.
The slight pain in your shoulder faded as Giyuu pulled back to lick the bite gently. His half-lidded eyes stared as his saliva closed the punctures, slightly discolored flesh covering the mating bite mark.
Your eyes felt heavy and you were tired, but his cock was still hard even after finishing…
"Can- can I-?" 
You closed your eyes. "Mhm, if it'll make you feel better…"
His arms let up a little, laying his forehead between your shoulder blades. "You're tired…" 
There was no use denying it. "Yes. But, doesn't it hurt?" You rolled your hips experimentally; his hands gripped your body tighter as if to stop you.
"We can stay like this… I don't mind," he said, his cock twitching. Giyuu rolled you both onto your sides, staying inside. The movement made your inner muscles spasm and he bucked his hips. "Fuck… perhaps, only a little…" 
In contrast to his pace before, he rocked into you gently and slowly, letting you feel every inch without overwhelming you.
"This okay?" he asked in a strained voice. You only hummed in response, enjoying the intimacy.
Giyuu spilled his seed twice more into you as you half-dozed in his warm embrace, letting out a high pitched whine once in a while at the overstimulation, yet he could not stop - not until you were overfilled and it was seeping out around his dick.
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You must have drifted off at some point, the next thing you remembered was Giyuu kissing your shoulder gently, muttering, “Mhm, good morning… or evening.” 
You sighed out, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. “How you feelin’?”
“Perfectly fine, or at least a little better,” he whispered, nuzzling into you.
You were sore, and the stickiness of dried sweat and cum on you started to bother you quickly. You wanted a shower. 
You tapped his arm with your finger and made to move away from him.
“No, no, don’t move yet,” his voice was strained as his cock twitched inside of you. “I won’t be able to control myself-”
You smiled tiredly and arched your back a bit, pushing your ass against him.
“Ye-es, fuck-” His hips rutted forward, muttering “Yes, yes, yes-” like a mantra, his arms tightening around you as he chased his pleasure inside of you yet again, his and your cum from before enough lubrication for what he did.
Your muscles were sore but you let him do as he pleased, his moans and heavy breathing making you feel hot all over. You knew you wouldn’t be able to finish but you didn’t mind, his noises bringing you a delight of its own.
Your hand came up to caress his arms gently as he fucked you, a whine leaving his throat at the tender touch, the next few thrusts sloppier and more forceful before he slammed as deep as he could with a shaky groan. Heat filled you again as he came.
You smiled widely as he panted, pulling out and making his seed spill over your thighs.
His hold became looser as he pressed soft kisses on your back and shoulders. “Sorry…”
You hummed, “There is no need to apologize. I could use a shower though, you coming with me?”
“Yes.” Giyuu opened his arms as you stood up. You were grateful your floors weren’t covered by a carpet, so any splatters his semen would make could be mopped up. 
After a long hot shower, where he made sure to knead your muscles and wash your back for you gently, you wrapped yourself in a towel, and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, your tummy rumbling with hunger.
Perhaps Giyuu needed some meat too? 
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It was nearly two months later when you could attend another DR meetup (15th, you missed one during that time due to a deadline you nearly forgot). You’d kept in contact with Tanjiro, quickly becoming close friends as he complained about managing Muzan and you about ‘adulting’. 
You didn’t reveal the fact that you started sleeping with Giyuu. After that first night, it seemed as if a dam had broken, and he became clingy and needy for you nearly every chance he got, going as far as distracting you during work with neck kisses and warming your pussy with his cock. 
It was not all about the sex either, he started going with you when you went out to shop for groceries, no matter the time of the day, keeping close to you like a dark protector and glaring at anyone who dared to look at you wrong.
You thought it was strange but let it be. He wasn’t harming anyone so it was probably fine.
“If it isn’t [Name]!” Tanjiro greeted you with a hug, earning him a low hiss from Giyuu. Tanjiro offered him a handshake, which Giyuu took, but you could see the amount of effort he had to spend to not crush Tanjiro’s hand, making you laugh a little. It was cute how protective he was of you.
Muzan was arguing with Douma, the pale blond demon from last time, a few steps away from the Kamado family, while Nezuko tried to drag him back to the organizers. Douma was smiling as his own owner - a ginger-haired woman - hugged him from behind to pull him away. 
You spent a small while talking to each of the Kamado siblings, asking about school and such, when Muzan joined your little group.
He took one look at you and scoffed loudly. “I can’t believe you mated with that loser.”
Everything stopped. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared wide-eyed at him. “What?”
He rolled his gleaming red eyes in annoyance. “Are you stupid? Your loser of a demon, you mated with him.” Muzan shook his head and crossed his arms, staring at you down his nose.
You could only blink a few times, slowly turning to Giyuu.
“I- what?”
Giyuu had an innocently impassive look on his face, as if nothing was wrong. You could see, however, with your trained eye that there was a bright blush adorning his ears and a drop of sweat disappearing under his collar. He remained silent.
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AN: I want to credit the idea for Muzan as a bratty demon of the Kamado family to @sunandflame because she was the first one who came up with it, among other ideas we brainstormed while talking about this at first.
I'm a bitch so there will be part 2 in the far future when I get the horny for it.
dividers made by the amazing @/benkeibear (I love you, Rhy)
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Kibutsuji Muzan: Reincarnation
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You're back..
Genre: Romance // Muzan x oiran!reader
⚠️: prostitute!reader, suggestive, kidnapping, not fully consensual
A/N: My first non-bsd fanfic !! I'm super happy about it, I read about an oiran and the differences in social classes at 12AM, it was like reviewing for my history class again. It was a lot of late-night reading so if there's misinformation please inform me immediately !!
INSPO: pinejayy
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It was a well-lit and busy night, as it always was in the entertainment district. Little did everybody know the demon king—Kibutsuji Muzan was in their midst, walking along the streets, blending in with the loud crowd.
An procession was about to start, all eyes would be on the oiran—dragging her geta on the ground as she walked. The oiran on this particular night was none other than, you. Your scent was immediately picked up by Muzan. It was the same scent he had grown to love, from the person he had lost to time.
His interest was piqued the moment he picked up your scent. His gaze traveled far, trying to find the source of the scent. His gaze then landed on you, he watched you as you walked with such grace, you were as beautiful as the day he lost you.
Muzan lost you through the inevitable disease called time. You weren't willing to become a demon—instead, you promised him that you would find eachother in each lifetime and it will all end the same, with you in his arms.
You were given the name 'Minori' by the oiran who took you in as a child, starving in the unforgiving world of class and power. As an oiran you were known to be quite finicky. Although an oiran did have the right to choose who they would lay with, you were known for having not slept with anyone ever since you rose to your rank. Many men tried wooing you with their "looks" and "charm" but in the end you deem none of the worthy.
You were intelligent, beautiful, and skilled in various languages and arts. You were also a dear friend of Koinatsu, one of the most revered oiran in the Yoshiwara District. Muzan had heard about Minori before, from mundane gossip to papers of advertisement. He just didn't expect it to actually be you.
After seeing you walk, he spoke to Daki. He had released an order to his demons that you weren't allowed to be killed—instead, you had to be protected. Anyone who had protested against Muzan's order was immediately killed, without another word from their lifeless lips.
You had just gone back from the procession, you were quietly fixing up in your room, filling it with your presence. It was neither sweet nor destructive, it was just you. You were sitting in front of the mirror, fixing your hair until you saw a man appear behind you—you immediately stood up and looked back in fear.
Suddenly the room went dark, you couldn't see a thing. You then felt an eerie presence behind you—it was Muzan. He gently grabbed you from behind, by the waist and pulled you closer to him. "You're back.." he whispered in your ear.
It was strange, the man's touch was cold and his breath wasn't even slightly warm. Your body tensed up, "b- back..?." you nervously asked "Y/N.. I thought I'd never see you again.." he mumbled softly while one hand was secured on your waist, preventing further problems and the other hand lifting your chin to one side, granting him access to your neck.
'Y/N? Who was he talking about? I don't even know anyone named Y/N, maybe this was a new thing with men, maybe roleplay is quite popular nowadays, is this just a drunkard that wandered in my room?!' were the thoughts that ran into your head. You were too afraid to move, you didn't know what wrath would be brought down on you if you disobey.
Chomp he bit your neck, his fangs sunk into your neck, blood trickled down your skin, staining your carefully crafted kimono. You felt a sharp pain in your neck, you felt the blood trickling down your skin as well. He removed his teeth from your skin, letting the blood flow down.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as he stopped biting you, he turned you to him and wiped your tears away with his thumbs, a soft smile could be seen on his face. "Oh Y/N.. you used to love my bites.." he spoke with a sweet tone. You reached up for his hands "Who are you.. please stop.." You muttered, your fear was clear, you were trembling slightly as you held the back of his hands tightly. This made him angry, his grasp on you tightened and the soft smile on his face was replaced by an angry scowl.
He wasn't letting you go this time. You were going to live with him forever, he couldn't abide by your wishes. He needed you by his side, he wasn't going to play by the rules set by time and destiny.
You whimpered softly as he tightened his grip. His hands travelled back to your waist, pulling you in. You haven't fully grasped the events of the night. It was all too much.. how could he bite you like that? Who was Y/N? You looked at him through your tear-filled eyes and held onto his chest. "P- please.." you mumbled.
Muzan wasn't going to listen to reason, he let you have some of his blood to ensure that you'd stay with him forever. You were now a demon at his mercy. Although you didn't suffer the same curse the other demons did. Muzan wanted to hear you say his name, after not hearing it for centuries, he needed to hear it now.
You grasped his arms tightly as you felt yourself transform from a human to a demon. You felt your fangs and your desire for blood growing. You were still clearly competent but your body grew weaker due to the high concentration of his blood. Muzan picked you up, making sure you wouldn't be able to escape. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, in time you'll learn to love me again." He spoke with a cold tone. He then disappeared into the night sky with you in his arms.
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Spontaneous post: 07/03/23 02:25AM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time
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vraisetzen · 4 months
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𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
Summary: Kokushibo wakes up from a dream about you.
Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)
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Kokushibo opens his eyes, the muddled colours of his dreams swimming into and eventually replaced by the dull greys of the bedroom. He shifts slightly on the sheets, long hair rustling on the pillows as he tries to revisit the images that flooded his mind all but a few seconds ago — now, they seem to linger beyond his fingertips, slipping away from him.
Your curves, the softness of your skin, the scent of your hair that billows softly into an elusive cloud as you disappear into the realm of his unconsciousness.
Distantly, he is aware of a nagging ache in his groin, the pulsing of an arousal that brings his cock to full mast. In the back of his mind, he curses you and your name — the reason why he has been unable to rise peacefully in the past few days ever since you appeared more frequently in his life.
The pointed dip of your Cupid's bow, stretched taut as you swallow his cock; the wrapping heat of your throat as you inhale and moan along his length; and most of all, the furtive, slick depths of your sex as you astride him, knees trapping his hips — your head thrown back as you surrender to pleasure, the arch of your back trembling beneath his hands.
These hands that now have nothing to hold onto as he grasps firmly on his cock, a pitiful imitation of the heat he can only imagine you giving him. There is nothing honourable about this — jerking himself off to someone he has only met on a few occasions — and he knows. But Kokushibo cannot help himself as a groan falls from him, sliding his hand along his length.
How will you stoke the fires of his erection? Your hands were small, delicate things, a sharp chiaroscuro against his wider, callused ones. Would you drag your fingertips under his frenulum to tease him, as he does now? Or will you cap the flat of your palm on his cockhead, playing with the splash of precum that glistens over the reddened tip? Kokushibo thrusts into his hands, hips stuttering as he envisions once more the tightness that you have given him in his dreams — of your lips, your hands, and your cunt. The sharp, stilted moans as you try to take him whichever way you can, your eyes shut first in pain at his size before easing to pleasure, the waterline of your lashes soaked with tears.
And it is to this enveloping desire — both to have you and have you have him that Kokushibo comes with a strangled groan. His climax spills over his fingers messily, creaming over knuckles and threatening to make a mess over his boxers and sheets – if this were you, he wonders dimly even at his peak, would you lick and drink every drop of his seed while look up at him? Eyes wide and tongue rough as it drags across his skin?
This, he cannot know as he slumps back on the bed, body releasing the final ebbs of tension as sated clarity follows in the wake of his pleasure. The cool air of the air-conditioning prickles the hair of his swear-soaked skin, and brings into relief the stickiness of his spent. Kokushibo looks down at the mess that has drenched his groin and sighs.
He cannot keep waking up like this — he must do everything in his power to find you once more, and make you his.
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nakunakunomi · 6 months
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This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Barbecue Characters featured: Inosuke (Demon Slayer), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @blueflamebimbo [a/n]: one but last one!! Getting there!
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Another successful mission with your squad called for a little celebration. It had been a while since all of you had done a mission without being utterly exhausted, wounded or getting called up for the next mission immediately. A logical consequence of the increase in demons and a lack of sufficient capable slayers, but it had put a strain on your mental and physical health, as well as the dynamics of this little found family you went on missions with. 
So today, you had picked up some premium meats on the way to your base, and sent the others on their way to find some sides, a grill and other things you could need for a little barbecue party. Within a few hours you had everything set up, the urgency fueled by the thought that you could be called away for the next mission any minute. You wanted to sit down, enjoy the moment, and maybe enjoy a few hours of sleep together with your friends. 
Tanjiro was setting up the chairs, Zenitsu chopping some vegetables, and Inosuke-... come to think of it, you hadn’t seen your boar-headed boyfriend anywhere. You weren’t even sure if he returned from your shopping errand, and you figured there was but one way to figure out if he was actually around or not. 
You started grilling the meat, the warm evening air carrying the smell and -as if it were a summoning spell- you heard some bushes nearby rustle and a familiar boarhead came peeking out. You chuckled at how predictable he was. Within seconds he was standing next to you, arm around your waist, not in a loving gesture per se, but as a way to stand closer to you to keep a better eye on his future meal. You slapped his other hand away as he was reaching for the hot meat, eager to sneak an earlier bite. 
You were sure he was pouting underneath his mask, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Soon you’d be sharing a meal, and for a few moments, everything would be all right.
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imhereiguess420 · 1 year
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Rengoku: I love Y/N so much, I’ll fight ANYONE who hates them!
Y/N: I hate myself…
Rengoku ,tearing up: Alright you beautiful bitch, let’s go!
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[In life you have two paths who you want to become]
Type A Y/N : I like to do illustrations ☺️💕
Type B Y/N : I like to dissect people, did you know I’m utterly insane ☺️💕
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tired-writer04 · 1 year
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Your Mine
Yandere kokushibo x fem reader smut
Summary: Kokushibo doesn't like the fact he found out that you spend time with Akaza while he is away without his acknowledgement.
Warning: this will include a bit of a blood kink (?), fingering, rough fucking , chocking, matting press, cream pie
Tagging: @uzuis1sthusband @thotfulwriter @uchihabucketlist @rvnunaa​  
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Kokushibo walked through out the infinity castle in rage. He had just finished speaking with his master about matters of the demon slayer corpse and what they should do. Once he was dismissed he bowed to the demon king before leaving the room. He had immediately planned on telling Nakime to send him back to his ‘home’ when he had the misfortune of running into Douma. 
“Oh kokushibo- dono! It’s wonderful to see you again! Are you off to see that little pet of yours?” He beamed. Kokushibo only responded in a grunt as he brushed past upper moon two. He heard him click his tongue, “ Aw, why so mean Kokushibo- dono? That’s alright, you must be so eager to see her again! Anyway, tell her and Akaza- dono I said hello!~” 
Hearing about the upper moon, Kokushibo stopped in his place. Slightly turning his head towards the demon who still stood not too far from him. “What are you...talking about, Douma.” He huffed. Douma continued in making an astonished face with a light gasp as he opened his golden fan over his mouth . “Oh my~, you’re not telling me that you didn’t know!” 
Kokushibo now fully turned his body glaring towards the demon in front of him. He could tell just by the tone of his voice that the uppermoon was smirking behind his fan. And just as he had expected, Douma hummed with his eyes closed before closing his fan, holding it up towards the side of his mouth a sinister smirk plastered on his face. He slowly opened his eyes before giving Kokushibo a look with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
“I overheard that Akaza-dono was planning on visiting your little pet while you were away to keep her company! How thoughtful of him…Don’t you think Kokushibo-dono?”
Kokusbibo instead of responding turned his back towards the other uppermoon and continued his way throughout the infinity castle. He knew exactly what Douma was trying to do with this information. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of giving him the reaction he was hoping to get out of the seemingly silent and reserved man. Even if veins began to grow on his face. 
It was obvious that he was furious-
Of course he was! You were alone with none other than uppermoon three, Akaza. Someone who he had once held some bit of respect towards after their blood battle. But it all changed when the both of you had run into one another. 
It had bothered Kokushibo that both you and Akaza had gotten a costume to one another quite quickly compared to you and himself in the beginning. Unlike Akaza where you both could actually have some sort of small talk. He had to deal with your tantrums, crying and begging to  let you go. As if he would ever let someone like you get away from his grasp. You were far too precious to him. 
So when you had begun to seek out the company of uppermoon three instead of himself when you were stuck at the infinity castle in the beginning of your stay with him. It really annoyed him. It was actually one of the main reasons that he decided to take you away to a different location. But he was fine with it. He only assumed that you only needed time to fully accept the fact that this was your new home and life. And it all would be spent with him. There were times like these where he was glad that he was somewhat of a calm and patient man. He had no problem dealing with your outburst as they didn’t affect him at all. And because he was a patient man, to him it felt as though it wasn’t long till one day you had woken up in a somewhat better mood. Yes, you were still distant at first. But now it seemed as though you truly cared for him. He assumed it was because you had finally developed Stockholm syndrome. But he didn’t care because now to him it meant that you were finally his. 
Even then though, you still have some sort of…attachment towards the uppermoon. Asking about him and wondering if you’d ever meet him again. Kokushibo would have been lying if he hadn’t felt a bit jealous because of this. It felt as if he had to compete for your attention. Just like he felt like he had with almost everything with his twin long ago. He now had to compete with Akaza. Uppermoon three. Someone who is below his rank. He couldn’t believe it! It was though you didn’t understand that you belong to him, not Akaza. He guessed he’d just have to show you just how much you belonged to him once he saw you. 
"Nakime... " he called out to the biwa woman. "Understood." She said nodding her head she was quick to strung her instrument taking him to his and your home in an instinct. He slowly made his way towards the entrance and his irritation growing by the second by the presence of the familiar upper moon growing stronger.
Opening the shoji door he quietly made his way into the home. He paused looking around his surroundings until he heard the sound of your laughter. 'There', he thought as he walked down the now dim lit hallway. Stopping at another door he slammed it opened and there you were.
You were kneeling didon the floor with what he assumed was tea in your hand. All while Akaza sat not to far across from you leaving his back turned to upper moon one. After hearing the door being slammed opened you jumped in a bit of surprise. All while Akaza didn't seem to have any affect as he knew who it was that stood behind him. He was hard not to recognize the heavy and threatening presence of upper moon one.
"Akaza... What do you think your doing. Being here... Without my permission. " he said his eyes glaring towards him. Akaza only gave his superior a bored expression furthering enraging the man. "Oh! Kokushibo your back! How was the small meeting with muzan go! " you said with a nervous smile. "Akaza came by and decided to join me for some tea! ", You knew that kokushibo never really enjoyed you spending time with the other uppermoons. But as he never allowed you to interact with any other humans. You didn't really have anyone to talk to but them. And if you had been honestly, Akaza felt a bit more welcoming than the others. Even if he didn't enjoy your presence in the beginning.
"I wasn't asking you... Y/n." Kokushibo said not once taking his eyes off the upper moon in front of him. "I expect you to answer when spoken too... Upper moon three. " he growled once more taking another threatening step closer. Akaza sighed as he stood up looking towards his higher up with an un amused stare. "As y/n- san had stated. I only came to give her company and to see if she was being cared for is all. " he stated before turning towards you and gave a light bow in respect. "As kokushibo finally arrived. I will see myself out. Thank you for your time y/n-san."
With that he turned and began to walk out of the room before giving a firm nodd towards kokushibo and left. You frowned seeing your friend leave but nodded and waved. "I hope to see you again! " you called out. You weren't sure if he had heard your or not. But if he had, he just chose not to give you he acknowledgment.
After Akaza had left it had gone quiet. Kokushibo seemed to have not looked away from the door that Akaza had gone through. It wasn’t until he was sure that he had finally left that he turned to look at you. You on the other hand looked to be in your own world completely unaware of the danger you were in. You, still sitting on the floor. Were just getting small sips of your tea while humming happily. “What were you two…doing exactly.” Kokushibo called out to you. You looked up to him and lowered your cup. “Oh! We didn’t really do much. Just talked.” You explained. Though it didn’t look like he believed you all that much. 
“You were just…talking? Do you really expect me to believe that…after all the seemingly many times you went behind my back by allowing…an uppermoon here without my permission?” He spoke in a low tone making you shiver. Yes, if he hadn’t made it obvious then, he was definitely showing he was upset now. “I don’t know why your getting so worked up about this. You're making it sound like we did something-” You were cut off by him taking another threatening step closer. “Well?...Did you?” He asked. 
You scrunched up your rose.”Of course not! I already told you. The only thing we did was just talk, nothing more. That’s all we ever do in fact.” Kokushibo could only hum in thought. 
Kokushibo made his was way over to you and croached down. He was now seated dangerously close to you. "Tell me... Who do you belong too. " he said starting directly into your own eyes. You gave him an unsure glance. That look he was giving you. It was one of an animal staring directly at its prey. What was going on? Why was he acting this way? It was obvious though that he was clearly upset. But from what?
"I-I'm sorry what? " you asked lightly tilting your head. You guessed he didn't like your answer as he gapped a hold onto your face, bringing it closer to him making you yelp in surprise. "You know I don't enjoy... Repeating myself. " He growled.
Your eye's widened at this. "Y-you should already know I belong to you kokushibo. " you said giving him a low nervous laugh. He paused looking all over your face that was still being hold in a tight grip in his hands. He first kept his gaze onto your cautious ones before they fell towards your lips that were currently being mushed together because of his hold on you. Just before letting his eyes wander down to your whole body. You were still kneeling only this time the tea that was once in your hand was now spilled on the floor long forgotten.
"Oh, I know far to well that you do indeed belong to me... But it seems that you, yourself had forgotten. " letting go of his tight hold on you. He soon rested his hand on your cheek, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. "No matter... I'll just have to remind you myself"
with that he leaned himself in smashing his lips with your own. Your eyes widened in surprise, you weren’t expecting this at all! Grasping the back of your head, Kokushibo tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Not entirely knowing what to do, you hesitantly closed your eyes and followed his movement. Feeling this, Kokushibo opened his eyes half- lidded, he couldn’t help but smirk.
Breaking from the kiss, kokushibo moved further down, placing small kisses across your neck until he stopped at a certain spot that always seemed to have driven you crazy. Opening his mouth he let out a sigh, his hot breath making you shiver. Grabbing a hold of your chin he forced you look towards the other direction allowing him to have more access to your neck. You froze when feeling his fangs graze your skin. "Koku-" you tried calling out only to be cut off by him carefully but surely sinking his fangs into your soft skin. You couldn't help but make a loud yelp from the sudden action.
Kokushibo began to harshly suck onto the small wound he had made. He had tried to have been careful,he really had! But with the way your blood flooded down his throat, he closed his eyes while humming in delight. It always seemed to taste magnificent to him. Hearing you exhale a shaky breath his top eyes moved to stare directly at your face. Your eyes were shut tightly as he could see a single tear of yours roll down your cheek. He could hear the way your breath became uneven and shallow. He hasn't even done much and you were already shaking by his touch.
How adorable.
Careful detaching himself from you he lapped up the loose blood that began to drip down your neck to your collarbone. Resulting a quiet moan out of you. Leaning away from you, his eyes immediately locked on to the now seemingly dark bruise forming on your once clean and delicate skin. He felt proud of himself. He was sure that he had done the job. It wasn't until you looked towards him with those glossy eyes of yours that he soon felt an all too familiar tug come from under his hakama that began to make him think otherwise.
He wanted more, no… he needed more. More of you. Now.
"Strip and lay down on your back. "His voice sounded low but demanding. The kind where you knew there would be no way out of what is about to happen. You were still trying to catch your own breath as you continued to stare at him. Slowly nodding, your head seemed to be in a daze. Knowing full well that it wouldn't be the best choice for you to disobey his orders. Slowly reaching for your yukata, you began to undress yourself in front of the demon who not once took his gaze away from your form. You felt so small compared to him when he stared at you so intensely the way he was doing now. You turned to look away, growing embarrassed. This wasn't the first time the two of you had laid together. And it surely wouldn't be the last. But that didn't mean that you would ever get used to it.
You had almost fully undressed yourself as you were now in your undergarments when you heard him growl. You guessed you had taken too long as you were now being pinned to the ground, kokushibo hovering above you. He decided to undress you himself seeing as he had grown impatient. You felt him grip your undergarments. He was quick to rip it off your body as if it was nothing at all. Leading your body fully exposed under him.
Kokushibo's eyes soon began to wander all over your body intensively. Almost as if he was trying to capture a picture to save in his head. Your face was turned away from him as one of your arms was trying its best to cover your face in embarrassment. Though he could still see the small tears rolling down your face. He saw the way your chest lifted up and down as you had tried to calm yourself. While your other arm tried to cover yourself as best as you could.
You looked so vulnerable and helpless underneath him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes shut. His mind swarmed with thoughts about what he planned on doing to you. He had to get a grip of himself. But it didn't help when his hakama pants began to grow a bit too tight and uncomfortable to his liking. And the sounds of your whimpering waiting for his next move wasn't helping him either.
Gripping both your arms with one of his hands, he harshly slammed and pinned them above your head. "Don't ever try to cover yourself from me again… do you understand? " he growled a scowl on his face. You immediately nodded your head promising not to do it again. Feeling another sharp pain against your skin made you shout out. Kokushibo let go once more before letting go of your arms and glared towards you. "I expect you..to speak when spoken to love. '' nodding your head you managed to shout out "YES SIR! '' You were now in a panting mess.
Sighing, he once more lowered himself and began to kiss your neck while every now and again you'd felt his teeth nibbling on your skin. "You look absolutely stunning my dear. " he muttered, his lips pressing another gentle kiss just below your jaw making you whine.
He hummed in approval as he soon lowered himself further down just above your chest. You felt your breath stiffen when feeling him grasp onto your right breast into his large veiny calloused hand fondling it as his mouth latched onto your other before sucking harshly and nipping on hardened tit. "Oh god-" You couldn't help but let a shaky moan leave your lips at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your bud. All while you felt your left leg tingle when feeling his right hand gliding up and down your thigh his nails lighting grazing your soft skin.
Detaching himself from your tit with a pop. Kokushibo looked down on you once more. You were now just about covered with his markings. He couldn't help but smirk. If nobody knew who you'd belonged to then. Then they sure as hell would now. He'd made sure of that himself.
Leaning on the heels of his feet, Kokushibo grabbed both of your ankles. Lifting them up into the air he made sure to sit more comfortably between your legs before placing them on his sides. Taking a deep breath he could smell a sweet scent coming from you. Getting a view of your now drenched cunt, he felt himself begin to drool seeing just how wet you seemed to be for him. For him and him only. Oh he could just devour you right now if he ever so pleased. Savoring every single ounce of your sweet juices you'd give him.
Reaching down, he allowed two of his fingers to stroke your now slick folds resulting in your back to arche from the sudden touch as you thrust your hips upward trying to gain some much needed friction. The slow but steady throbbing feeling between your legs growing stronger. "Well isn't… Someone excited?" He couldn't help but chuckle hearing you whine. "Koku please, stop with the teasing! It's getting unbearable!" you begged, your voice sounding hoarse as more tears formed in your eyes. You soon after let out a cry in satisfaction, allowing yourself to throw your head back in relief feeling his thumb begin to circle your sensitive clit. Finally relieving some of the unbearable tension. "I apologize my dear… I just can't… help myself I suppose" he purred, absolutely enjoying the look you were giving him.
Moaning out his name, you couldn't help but to turn your head to the side. Thrusting your hips trying to gain more friction out of it. Kokushibo only sat and watched while groaning as he began to palm himself through his hakama pants. Feeling as though you were wet enough. He soon carefully slid two of his fingers into your folds making you shiver. His fingers slowly gliding themselves down to your entrance. "K-Kokushibo! " you shouted letting out a shaky moan as his fingers curled into you.
He began to thrust his fingers into you at a steady pace. You couldn't help but cry out at how amazing he was making you feel. The way his fingers curled tore a whine out of you. After all this time, Kokushibo made it his mission to know your body like the back of his hand. And hearing you mewling and begging for more. He guessed he was doing alright. Picking up his pace, your moans grew louder. God, they were like music to ears.
"K-koku, I- I'm gonna cum!" you cried out. Of course you were, he could tell just by the way your legs were twitching. He slowed his pace making you whine as the build up you felt not too long ago slowly fading away. Why the hell was he slowing down?!
"You know you're such a whore… allowing another male to come in here. Without… my acknowledgement. " your eyes widened at this. What the hell was he talking about?! Where did this come from? His pace was so unbearably slow you gave him a pleading look, one which he ignored. "I wonder… had Akaza ever seen you this way before? " he muttered, slipping in a third finger further spreading your core. "Made you… feel this way even? " you moaned out, arching you back. "Answer me… y/n." He said demanding you to answer him. You only shook your head, seeing his eyes narrow you were quick to speak. "N-no! Never! I swear! " you shouted. "I swear on my life! We have never done anything at all! I- I would never do something like that to you! "Kokushibo only hummed, seemingly not fully convinced.
"Shame… I don't necessarily believe you. "
He did. He knew you weren't lying which made him relieved. He'd always made sure to keep an eye on your lying tendencies. Watch how your eyes would move to the side, refusing to spare him a glance. You weren't doing that now though. You were giving him direct eye contact. Even if your eyes we're half-lidded trying to keep your eyes open panting as if you were out of breath as sweat began to fall from your temples. You weren't lying. He knew you weren't. But, you didn't have to know that.
You had made him think all these wretched thoughts. Almost making him lose his composure in front of his subordinates. The least you could do was work for your release. He decided you owned him that much.
"koku- please!" You cried out. Kokushibo only stared at you unbothered. It was silent before he muttered "beg" your eyes grew. Had he really just said what you thought he did? "W-what?-" you croaked out. "If you really want to come…beg. Tell me.. For what reason should… I allow you to come? " his pace fully coming to a stop. Your mouth hung open in shock. Was he really doing this? All because you allowed Akaza to visit you while he was away?!
A whine tore from your throat when you felt his fingers curling right against your most sensitive spot. "Beg." He repeated practically growling at this point. "Unless… you wish me… end things right here. " your eyes went wide. "NO! " you cried out. "Please! Please let me come! I- I want to come all over your fingers! Please Kokushibo! Only you can make me feel this way! No one else! " you felt your face heat up. You couldn't believe you were saying these things. "Just please, for the love of- OH GOD! " you couldn't help but scream out when feeling his fingers immediately begin moving again only with a harsher pace.
The pace was so overwhelming. "That's right. Remember that… that I am the only one. Able… to make you feel this type of way. " he said leaning forward. Grasping the back of your head with his free hand, he lifted it up to the point where his lips were ghosting over your own. "Only am I.. The one that will ever… let you come like this. " connecting your lips with his own. He allowed his tongue slip past your open mouth exploring every inch leaving you breathless.
"C- come. Koku, I'm- I'm gonna come! " you croaked into his mouth trying to get some air as your body began to tense around his fingers. "Come then love… come for me." His fingers lightly picking up their pace. Following his demand you couldn't help but cry out climaxing all over his fingers. He continued thrusting his fingers but in a slower motion allowing you to ride out your high.
Once feeling your body relax, slowly withdrawing his fingers you let out a shaky content sigh. Leaning back, kokushibo lifted his hand and gazed at your slick arousal that had just about drenched his fingers and was now slowly trailing down his hand. Making sure that you were watching, he brought his hand towards lips before allowing his tongue to lap up all the extra access before twirling it around his fingers. Kokushibo couldn't help but let out a low groan as he soon began to suck on his fingers tasting your juices. You tasted absolutely divine.
You heaved trying to grasp for air. Your eyes began to grow heavy until they were forced to open, feeling kokushibo lightly slapping your cheek. "Don't fall asleep now love… we are.. Only getting started. " lifting himself off the floor he looked down at you. "Stand up. " you whined until you saw a familiar tent that had grown in his hamaka pants. You could just feel the way your cunt grew wetter, clenching on absolutely nothing but the thought of taking him.
Forcing yourself up, he stood just in front of you. Placing both his hands just beneath your thighs he huffed a "jump". Following his orders you were soon lifted in the air, both your legs wrapping themselves around his waist. Kokushibo made haste towards both of your shared rooms, groaning lightly, digging his sharp fingers into your things when feeling your hips start to grind against his. Your wetness beginning to soak through his pants.
Finally arriving at your room. He walked towards your bed before quickly dropping you on the soft mattress making you grunt from the sudden impact. Looking up, you saw how he was immediately trying to tear his kimono off himself. You had to skate you head as you couldn't help but stare at his bare muscular chest. Deciding to help him, you quickly sat up with your hands starting to roam down his body until reaching his pants. Gripping the hem, you slowly pulled them down just enough for his manhood to spring up making the male groan. His erection finally being freed from its restraints.
You couldn't help but admire just how stiff his cock was, the veins on it pulsating. Or the way you could see his pre cum slowly oozing out of his tip. Kokushibo was a very large and thick man. Because of this, you slowly grasped his cock with both your hands to get more of him. Swallowing the big lump forming in your throat as you began to slowly pump his shaft. Seeing the way kokushibo tensed up before thrusting into your hands with a grunt began to drive you crazy. You had to rub your thighs together in order to try and lessen the burning sensation growing between your legs.
Looking up towards Kokushibo's face, you saw that his eyes were sealed tightly shut with a scowl on his face. Your face heating up more hearing him trying his best to hide away the quite shaky moans coming out of his lips. You quickly began to pick up your pace wanting to hear more of him. It was rare to see such a sight on the stotic man's face. So in times like these. You wanted to see more of him.
You kept your pace until his breathing grew heavy. You were going to continue when he took hold of your arms stopping you. Looking up, sending him a confused look. He shook his head. "Not like this… maybe another time but. I'd rather come in you… instead. " You grew a bit embarrassed hearing this but nodded nonetheless.
Helping you back on the bed. Kokushibo was quick to gently push you onto your back crawling just above you onto the bed. You spread your legs open allowing him better access to settle comfortably between you before wrapping your legs around his hips. Grabbing a hold of his hardened erection with his right hand. Kokushibo gave his aching cock a few pumps before aligning himself to your entrance. The both of you groaned when his hardened tip finally slipped past your warm moist folds. Gliding it up and down making sure to repeatedly nudge onto your clit making you whine.
"Please no more teasing! God, just fuck me already! " you pleaded. Nodding his head, he slowly pushed his tip into your cunt letting you moan out. Just before he continued to push his way through your tight hole, he paused. "W-why did you. St- stop? " you huffed. Kokushibo only seemed to stare deeply into your eyes. That was when you noticed an unfamiliar glint in them.
"You know… I love you… Correct, my dear? " you shivered hearing his voice. It now sounded deathly lower than what you're used to hearing. Nodding your head, you soon let out a gasp trying to catch some breath when his left hand wrapped around your throat giving it a light squeeze. "Good." He purred, bending down just next to your left ear before growling out"cause I'm about to fuck you.. Like I don't" with that, he thrusted his whole length into you without a warning, making you practically scream.
You couldn't help but let out a cry feeling himself bottom out. Your wet walls clamping down trying to adjust to his full size. All while he couldn't help but groan in pleasure. Absolutely loving the way you were squeezing down on him. As much as he very much yearned to continue thrusting his cock into your tight pussy. He knew how much you needed to adjust to him, he was very large after all. The last thing he wanted to do was break you, even if it did sound tempting hearing the way you were crying out his name.
He patiently waited for your permission to move, giving you light kisses on your cheek seeing tears flow from your eyes. He was just about to place another kiss when he grunted feeling your hips begin to slowly grind against his own. Peeking at your face, your eyes were still closed but you held a much calmer look. Taking it as his que to go, he withdrew himself from you just a bit before slamming himself back in. This time instead of hearing your cries. A loud moan of pleasure escaped your lips.
Seeing as you had finally adjusted, he felt no need in holding himself back. He, automatically starting off at a fast pace, closing his eyes shut and allowing himself to fall in complete bliss. "Koku- wait. S-slow down! You're too big! I can't take it! '' you exclaimed, gasping for breath as your hands wrapped around his own that still held on tightly to your neck. "You'll be okay… you've taken all of me… before. I'm sure… you can do it again… Can't you, love? " he panted before giving you a kiss on your lips, muffling your cries as his hips continued to slam into yours, not once showing any signs on slowly down.
You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling him stretch you out in the most perfect way possible. His cock hitting every inch of your body in just the right places. He was filling you up so well, you couldn't help but moan out his name loudly when feeling his cock push right against your cervix. With every hard thrust he gave, you felt yourself being pushed further and further towards the edge. You weren't sure if you would last long if he kept this up.
Kokushibo on the other hand kept his harsh pace thrusting into you. Loving the way your gummy walls clenched around his dick almost in a suffocating matter. Hearing you screaming out his name. Lifting himself just so he was now just hovering over you, his hand still wrapped comfortably around your neck. Every once in a while gripping it tighter after noticing how you'd seemingly clench on him harder. While his other hand had gripped onto your hip forcing you to harshly collide with his own.
The only sounds being from the room were the sounds of your loud moans and the sound of flesh slamming against flesh. Looking down he couldn't help but admire the way a white ring began to form around his cock that was being engulfed by your cunt. Not to mention the bulge began to show after every thrust he gave you. Pressing down on the bulge with the hand that once held your hip. He looked towards your face hearing you cry out in pleasure. Your mouth was hung open, your eyes shut. You looked as though you were in absolute bliss. And he was making you feel this way. The thought drove him crazy. This was surely showing just how much you truly belonged to him and no one else.
He wanted to see more of those adorable faces you'd make, just for him.
Releasing his grip on your throat. You took a much needed breath of air. Even if it did feel like it was still being knocked right out of you after each thrust of his hips. Feeling him take hold of both of your legs before letting them rest just above his shoulders before gripping your hips and lifting it up just a bit. He withdrew just a bit before leaning over you, placing you in a matting press.
"Need more… of you. " he panted out before slamming back into you continuing his harsh pace. Through this new potion only made you scream louder feeling his cock being shoved further deeper into you. "O-oh god Kokushibo! I- it's too much! " you cried. "You're… doing just fine… just a bit… longer. " he grunted, bearing his teeth as your cunt began to squeeze him harder. "Tight." He huffed but pressed further nonetheless. "N-no, I- I can't! " you shouted, shaking your head. It was all getting a bit too overwhelming for you to take. Your head was pounding and you felt like you were going to explode right then and there. An all too familiar knot forming.
"Oh god I'm gonna come! " You cried out, fat tears falling down your cheeks. Leaning down kokushibo licks up your tears, tasting its saltiness. "Go ahead and come… Make a mess all over my cock." He growled, sending you another thrust. He grabbed a hold of your neck once more this time almost purposely blocking out your airway making you gasp out eyes widening. " I want you to… look at me, screaming my name while you… do so as well. Only then… will you come. Do you understand me?"
With one more thrust you felt the knot inside you finally snap as you fell over the edge. Screaming out Kokushibo's name, you came over his cock. And just like he commanded, you ended up squirting out your juices all over his hips and thighs, surely making an absolute mess in the process. Feeling you gush over him, your cunt forming a death grip of him. He grunted as he let go of you before gripping onto your hips. His fingernails digging into your soft skin drawing out a bit of blood in the process.
He was almost near his end as well. Leaning forward, he soon now pounded into you chasing his own high. Your head had already fallen but your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as well. Your mouth left a gap as you tried to regain your breathing. Your face was flush and you were covered in your own sweat was what was keeping him going.
"I'm going to come.. And I want you to… take every last drop of me. " he panted. " your mine, and mine only... Don't forget that...I will do anything I so please to you...and you will take it...Do you undestand me? " you only could nod your head. But that seemed to be just fine with him. Not too long after, his breath hitched as he came. His balls release his load into your cunt. You let out a shaky moan feeling him fill you up to what felt like to the brim. You felt so absolutely full. He continued to thrust into you but at a much slower pace trying to ride out his own high. Breathing heavily as he felt your cunt milking him for whatever he was worth.
Finally withdrawing himself from you. He couldn't help but pause, seeing some of his seed slowly begin to leak out of your open hole. Scowling, he brought his fingers to your opening. Scooping every other access before pushing it back into you making you whine out. He let out a low chuckle before laying next to you. Pulling you into his chest he nuzzled into the crook of your neck giving you light kisses. You responded with a hum, too tired to do anything else.
"I hope you… learned your lesson in… allowing another male to come here… while I'm away. " he said in a few huffs. You could only nod your head but your thoughts were running wild. This was all because you let Akaza visit you, right? Well, if this was the outcome. You might just have to invite him to come over more often while kokushibo was away.
Yes… you definitely hadn't learnt your lesson. But that's okay. Kokushibo wouldn't mind reminding you once more if it were to happen again.
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