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mrskokushibo · 11 months

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A/N: This story is inspired by an Ask from the lovely @cursetopia ❤️ as well as my rp with Kokushibo involving an o/c I created. It is very au-ish and not my usual style. But let's see what you guys think. Next week I will be back with a "proper" smut: the requested Kokushibo x nun!reader- it will be dirrrrty 😁😁🔥

Synopsis: Kokushibo has an affair and it results in his mistress getting pregnant.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Vaginal penetration. Kokushibo x o/c.

Word count: 3832

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She was sitting peacefully with her eyes closed listening to the sounds of swords clashing coming from the courtyard. To her, it was the closest thing to music, being a seasoned warrior and a swordsman herself she could distinguish each different strike and parry by only listening to how the metal resonated upon contact. The force, the angle of attack, and the type of blow gave out a unique tone, not dissimilar to singing or an instrument, that created a unique musical score. This always triggered her senses to pick up a katana and join in the lethal dance.

She loved nothing more than to practice her sword techniques, but it brought her almost as much joy knowing, that her beloved child was learning from the same man that once taught her. A few deep breaths and she was done with her meditation. She stood up and straightened her exquisite kimono, it was black and adorned with red and purple dragonflies. The obi was golden with one single red dragonfly on one side. Slowly and quietly, she walked up toward the open shoji door and without getting noticed, leaned on the frame with her arms crossed, observing the two warriors training in the courtyard. The dimmed light from the lanterns illuminating the enclosed space was causing orange flashes to reflect on the metal of the blades, giving the sparring a resemblance to lightning flashes crashing at immense speeds.

They were magnificent to watch. The two Upper Moons, Kokushibo and her son, Hayate. Their technique was flawless, it was almost like a dance with both opponents striking and parrying with pre-calculated precision. They were such impressive men too, her son’s resemblance to Upper Moon One was striking: he had the same tall and massive build, and he also shared a similarly handsome face with six eyes, though these eyes were pale jade green, just like hers. He had long, thick unruly black hair with purple streaks, that he tied up in a half ponytail, with most of the glorious locks hanging down freely and cascading like a cape down his back.

But he was also so different from his father: where Kokushibo was stoic and reserved, with very few words to ever say to anyone, Hayate was playful and chatty and he was never far away from firing the most charming of smiles. His personality was mischief personified and he was so alike her in character that it often made her shake her head at his adventures. His popularity with the female demons was immense, but luckily the young man was also just as ambitious and focused as his father, so these types of adventures were relatively under control. Although, she did hear rumours about a few hearts getting broken thanks to Hayate. She knew all too well how that felt and secretly sympathised with the females. But she did not have much influence over his romantic choices, just as she did not have any control over his father’s …. If only things were different… she sighed, but quickly rejected the thought.

The two males stopped practicing and the younger threw his head back in laughter:

‘You are getting slow, father. A few more years and we will be swapping places’

His eyes sparkled as he sheathed his katana sticking it under the obi of his sober black outfit.

Kokushibo’s reaction was as expected, a shake of the head and a sigh

‘Son, you do not wish to change the hierarchy. It will cause uproar.’

His limited sense of humour was funny on its own and caused Hayate to often tease him almost to a breaking point. Throughout the years she always admired Kokushibo’s patience with the head-strong and energetic boy. She only wished that these moments together were more frequent, but this would not have been possible.

At the time that Hayate was conceived, Kokushibo already had a fiancée, a stunning Upper Moon demon, so her own existence had to quickly be hidden away. With the exception of Muzan, who needed to know everything that was happening at the Infinity Castle, and surprisingly Douma, who was more supportive of her than of the prudish Kokushibo in that specific instance. Her affair with Upper Moon One caused enough of a scandal and the presence of his pregnant mistress would simply be damaging to his reputation. So, together with Muzan, Kokushibo organised for her to stay in a lavish mansion within the confines of the Infinity Castle, but hidden away well enough that not even Nakime knew of its existence. Well, especially not Nakime…

She never lacked anything and her life raising Hayate was one filled with joy. Her sociable nature allowed her to gain a tight-knit circle of friends, and…she became close with Douma. A very physical relationship that never seemed to drain out of fuel for the carnal passion they shared. As for Kokushibo…well, they still shared their moments… but overall, the friendship they shared was the foundation of their interactions and a prerequisite to being able to raise Hayate without conflicts.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Kokushibo.

‘I must go now. Muzan summoned me on a mission again. By the way, our son is progressing well. This makes me glad’

Hayate butted in on the conversation: ‘Progressing well? But Father, I am beyond that, I nearly beat you.’ He laughed again and winked at her.

‘Only because I let you’

Kokushibo replied, but now with a little smirk in the corner of his mouth. He gave his son a pat on the back. There was so much love in their interaction and she could not have been more grateful for that. Fathers and sons not always got along, Kokushibo experienced that on his own skin, and maybe that was part of the reason he was such a great parent to Hayate.

He turned to her again:

‘Are you going to be …. alone tonight?’

It always amused her, how from the very beginning of their interactions, he was so concerned over her romantic interests. Odd for someone claiming to have no real interest in her…

‘You know I won’t be.’

She smiled gently and blushed at the thought of what she and her lover had in store for tonight. Especially, since Hayate was out of the mansion pursuing his own desires with some new female.

Upon his leave, she gave Kokushibo a hug and he reciprocated, squeezing her small body in friendly affection.

‘Please, stay safe’ she whispered to him.

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18 years earlier

It was a lazy week, with all missions called off and Infinity Castle more quiet than usual. Kokushibo was resting in his large mansion awaiting a visit from a female lower-rank demon. It was unusual for him to have visitors other than his fiancée, but he made an exception for this one. The female demon requested the visit with endorsement from Muzan-sama himself, which sparked Kokushibo’s interest.

‘Master, she is here’ a servant appeared bowing to him.

Without a word and with a subtle hand gesture Kokushibo indicated that she could be let in. The servant moved to the side to let the female in and left quietly sliding the door behind him. He observed the female in silence as she slowly moved to the middle of the room and bowed politely, accompanied only by the gentle shuffle of silk upon silk. She was dressed in an expensive black kimono with red, gold, and purple details, that was hugging her hourglass figure. Her hair was long, shiny, and dark purple. And when she finally lifted her gaze to him, he was met with a pair of large, sparkling pale jade green eyes. But what caught his attention was that she had a katana at her side.

‘What is your name, demon?’ He decided to break the silence.

‘Akatsuki, my Lord.’

‘Hmm, tell me, Akatsuki. What brings you here?’

She was becoming a little wary, his deep voice and presence intimidating her more than she expected. She steadied herself and responded.

‘I am here by Lord Muzan’s recommendation. I would like to respectfully ask you to train me.’

Kokushibo was taken aback by her directness. Train her? Why would he do something like that? He looked her up and down and tilted his head back pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes.

‘That is a very bold request. Who are you to ask such a thing of me?’

Akatsuki’s heart sank for a moment. But then she remembered Lord Muzan’s instructions: *tell your story in a compelling manner and you will see that he is not as scary as he comes across*

She straightened her back and started talking.

‘Very well, my Lord. Would you care to hear my story if that is what is required for you to make up your mind?’

‘Yes, go ahead.’ He had time and did not mind a good story, as long as it was not him doing the talking.

‘Well, Master. I come from a faraway place called Europa. I lived in a time before you even were born. I always enjoyed books and learning how things worked, I gained knowledge in how to treat wounds and deliver children, and soon enough I was busy helping the local people with their health problems. Unfortunately, I also attracted the attention of men, and when that attention was given by the wrong one, upon rejection, his hurt pride made him report me to the Church for practicing witchcraft. When the inquisitors tormented me, I no longer prayed to God for mercy, because what evil deity would allow for such misdoing? No, I prayed that demons would avenge me, if hell was where they thought I belonged that it might just as well be hell that saves me.’

‘ And so, on the night preceding my execution, a demon approached me in my dark cell and offered me a transformation. And I accepted. I never once regretted my decision as my life has been an adventure, I never thought possible. I traveled the continent as I pleased, learned magic from the WItchers of Eastern Europe, and entertained powerful men in the courts of the West and in the Harems of the exotic Middle East. Eventually, the people over there learned how to kill demons and my life was in danger once again. But as it seems to be my fate I got lucky once more, in the Harem of the Sultan of Turkey I met a courtesan, a stunning oriental beauty and she told me tales of the new powerful Demon King, Muzan, that was gaining power in Japan.’

‘For me, the decision was an easy one. I arrived in Japan in the late Sengoku era. I was quickly introduced to lord Muzan who was curious about a demon not originating from his own blood. This was also the reason I could never rise in the ranks as my powers were so different from the local demons. Nevertheless, I gained his trust and since then I have served him well. You know, Master, I spotted you on one of my first visits to Lord Muzan, but never dared approach you. It took me decades and a lot of sword training to even dare ask Lord Muzan to put in a word for me with you. Thank you for giving me your time to listen to my story.’

She bowed to him and went silent.

Kokushibo was clearly fascinated by her story. He had his eyes fixated on her all the while she was talking and when she stopped, after a moment of silence, he responded.

‘Very well, then. I will train you if you have the aptitude. Be ready tomorrow. I will summon you.’

‘Thank you, my Lord’ She gave him a deep bow and quietly left the room.

In the weeks and months that followed, their training progressed seamlessly. Her aptitude and skills were more than sufficient and he was amazed that she really was one of the best sword fighters he has ever encountered. Of course, he knew she would never reach his level as he was the best there was, but the effort and steady progress were leaving him very satisfied. To her surprise and relief, he was a very patient and fair sensei. Never losing his temper or trying deliberately to harm her.

Their relationship slowly evolved into friendship, she even noticed he was beginning to understand her sense of humour. As for him, he really enjoyed how lively she was, he was never bored around her and it was almost as if she had the ability to bring out the child in him. Everything seemed perfect until that fateful night. As friendly as their interactions were, she was a very hotblooded female, and being around him did not leave her unmoved...

She was extremely attracted to him sexually. He was impressive and her senses were sometimes playing tricks on her, beyond what she could have any control over. Her thoughts wandered to dirty places and she was undressing him in her mind, imagining him doing things to her. She tried to never think like this with him present, but afterward, she was forced to touch herself. She was always worried whether he could sense her feelings, him having constant and uninterrupted access to the transparent world…

On that night, she was interrupted in her sleep by someone barging into her chamber. It was Kokushibo, standing there at the foot of her futon with his katana drawn, ready to attack. She sprang out of bed, wearing essentially nothing more than her breast binding and a minuscule fundoshi. She quickly grabbed her katana from underneath her bed and positioned herself in a defensive stance.

‘What are you doing here, my Lord?’

‘A warrior should always be prepared. See this as a surprise training.’

Without giving her a chance to get dressed, he attacked. She quickly parried and rolled away, but he kept on going. A thought struck her and she smiled, *how about this, Master. I’m not decent, so neither should you be* With a quick and light strike of her katana, she slashed through both his obi and the belts holding up his hakama, making all his clothes drop to the floor. He was furious.

‘You will pay for this.’

His attack was powerful, and when she attempted to block, his sheer weight made her fall backward resulting in them both tumbling down onto the futon. He was now on top of her with his sword pressing hers down toward her neck. And it was then that she felt it, the familiar bulge pressing on her thigh. He was getting an erection... She was quickly distracted from any indecent thoughts forming as the pressure from his sword was so hard that her katana suddenly snapped in two, her barely managing to roll out from underneath him, barely escaping having her throat cut.

As she lifted her head up, she saw him shift to the side, he was facing her, about to speak and that is when her thoughts started to drift off in a dangerous direction. She was scanning his magnificent body, his broad shoulders and voluminous chest, the perfect triangle running down to his groin, and … the huge, now fully erect cock. Her instinct took over and she slowly crawled back to him, sitting down next to him, she placed her hand on his chest at the level with his heart and used the other to run through his hair. She looked him straight in the eye and spoke:

‘Master, I know this is wrong to ask of you, but I would like you to take me, here and now. I am yours to do what you please with. I want to serve you, worship you…’

He did not pull away, nor stopped her hands from touching him. He was nearly double her size and shamelessly strong, yet he took no action to halt her.

‘I will do no such thing. I did not choose to unrobe. This was your doing.’

He spoke, keeping up the appearance of defiance. It was as if he wanted her to act, to unburden him from a decision he did not want to make, but at the same time initiate something he so deeply desired to happen.

She could feel his heart beating faster under the palm of her hand, and his chest heaving with strained breathing. With the same hand, she started to trace down his chest and when she reached his groin, she started massaging gently around his cock, without touching it yet. Pearls of precum started to leak out of the tip and she could hear him sigh quietly.

‘Do not do this. I warn you. I am a samurai, my honour does not allow for this. Stop or you will pay.’

But she knew better than to listen to futile threats.

‘Samurai, my Lord, had concubines.’

She did not seize her movement, instead, she snaked her delicate hand on the shaft of his cock, grabbed hold of it, and began to slowly, but firmly pump it up and down, smearing the precum on the entire length. Her hand barely fit around his sizeable manhood, so she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around the leaking tip. She became completely engulfed in the action, mesmerised by his taste and the feel of both the softness of his skin and the hardness of the cock it covered.

‘You need to stop…..doing this.’

His whisper sounded more like a moan now. She pulled away from him, her lips wet and pouting from the sucking action and she gave him the most innocent look with her big green eyes:

‘Master, make me stop then, it is your choice, you could overpower me with ease…but… you are still here.’

She moved closer to his face and placed her hand on his chest again, whispering

‘I know there is a beast sleeping inside you, I want to see it awaken. Ravage me, Master. Show me how powerful you truly are.’

There was complete silence after this. Him gazing at her with narrowed eyes.

A second later he flipped her on her back and pushed her down into the mattress with nearly his full body weight. He hissed in her ear:

‘I am furious, that you drove me to do this.’

And with that, he shoved the entire length of his huge cock into her, without any consideration for whether she was ready or not. And was she ever more ready… her arousal has been driving her crazy throughout their entire verbal exchange, making her pussy sopping wet and aching from clenching on nothing. So, him filling every last inch of her insides like this made her instantly moan in pleasure. He was literally plowing into her. His thrusts hard and deep. Every sensitive spot inside her was now being stimulated, she was tracing her hands all over his strong, brawny back and through his thick mane.

She was about to burst, edging for what felt like an eternity, and when her orgasm finally came, she was about to scream uncontrollably. He was quick to put his large hand on her mouth to muffle the scream. Her body was still arching in the after-spams of her pleasure, her bucking her hips into him, when he slowly stopped and removed his hand from over her mouth. She pulled his head down into a kiss and he reciprocated, their tongues exploring their mouths hungrily, tasting, devouring each other.

He pulled his head back and placed her in a mating press, his large hands pressing her thighs tight down toward her torso. He resumed thrusting his hips into her at an ungodly pace, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to her cervix. She could tell he was slowly losing control, dissolving into his pleasure. All of a sudden, he leaned over her, put his face on the side of her neck, and sank his fangs into her soft skin, drawing just a little bit of blood. She moaned loudly as this elicited indescribable pleasure.

He cupped one of her breasts and started squeezing it while playing with her nipple. Each squeeze made her back arch in overstimulation. His thrusts were getting faster and the room was filled with her moaning and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His thrusts became sloppy, deeper, and needier, with the tip of his cock now entering her cervix. At last, he lost all control and came with a growl, pumping her full of his fertile cum.

He stayed inside her for a while, collapsed lying on top of her, in complete silence with only their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, he moved off her, pressed his head to hers, and placed his huge arm on top of her until they both drifted off to sleep.

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During the following weeks, the shame of what happened between them kept them apart. Both of them too proud to give each other the satisfaction of showing remorse. However, Akatsuki was starting to feel … strange. Her heat never came since they fucked and she started feeling nauseous in the mornings. She realised that she was pregnant. She gathered her courage and approached him.

‘Good evening, my Lord’

She was pale, her hands were shaking and she had to hide the tears steadily pooling in her eyes.

‘I need to tell you something. I am afraid that our little…encounter, had consequences, more precisely one consequence. You are going to be a father.’

She was prepared for the potential punishment. Him driving her away or worse: killing her. But his reaction stunned her more than anything of the above. Without a word he walked up to her and grabbed her shaking hands, steadying them. His breathing was heavy and his speech almost stammering.

‘I will love this child with all my heart. We will need to make arrangements so you receive all the help you need with raising it. I believe it will have great powers. As for us, due to my status, I am not in a position to offer you my love, but my friendship is something you will never lose. There is nothing you can do to lose it. Do you understand?’

And with that, he hugged her and held her like this for a long time.

‘I will have a new katana made for you, you will need one to keep your practice up as I want someone to train my son the times I am not available to do so’

His words put a big smile on her face.

And thus, arrangements were made, she was looked after during her pregnancy and when the male child finally arrived in this world, she named him Hayate, the name synonymous with a suddenly approaching hurricane, as that is how he entered her world from the very moment of the stormy night of his conception.

A child born from desire and into love.

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battydora · 2 years

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A hidden passion in the swordsmith village (part I)

¡ (+18) nsfw • minors dni !

content: mild nsfw, fem!reader x haganezuka hotaru, femdom!reader, sub/virgin!haganezuka, experienced reader, inexperienced haganezuka, a lot of touching, you don't f♡ck, you spend a hot time touching eachother ♡

inspiration song: ❝harleys in hawaii❞ by katy perry ♡

i had this idea out of the blue, don't ask just enjoy.

The demon slayer job was something very important to you, you were born into a demon slayer' family that fulfilled the duty since your great great grandparents decided to join the corps. You took your job seriously, maybe a little bit too much, but that didn't stop you from being cheerful, playful and even naughty anytime you could; let's say you were an extroverted type of woman when relating to people.

Accordingly to the previous information, you were most likely to visit The Swordsmith Village quite often to get your nichirin sword polished at its 100% to exercise your job in the best conditions you could. The village was such a peaceful place and full of nice people, you never failed on making any new friends with swordsmiths and even other slayers that passed by aswell. you were likely to go there to upgrade your sword and for that you visited your swordsmith: Hotaru Haganezuka. You were the one who decided that Haganezuka would be the one to have the honor to forge your sword because when your family talked to you about forging your sword, you knew you had to choose one swordsmith that had a burning passion in their heart while forging and hammering metals to have the perfect one. Hotaru filled all those characteristics, you decided to hire him even when your family questioned your decision saying the man was usually disliked by slayers for his hot-blooded and asocial attitude.

You two really didn't talk much when you met, but it was a fact that you enjoyed staring at him while working, you liked serious and focused guys and haganezuka didn't seem to be bothered about your stare. But there was this curiosity you felt about him, he was so mysterious in a way... the only thing he had on his mind was swordsmithing, he put his whole heart into every creations and you didn't seem capable of deduce why was he so fervid about it, which made you even more curious and intrigued by him. And not to mention the sense of mystery and suspense the mask he wore gave you. What could his face look like? Does he have small eyes? A big mouth? A delicate looking chin or a defined jaw? Everything about him was so intriguing that only made you want to bring to light every day more all of his secrets, even knowing swordsmiths couldn't reveal their identities for their safety.

It was a common scenario where Haganezuka would throw a tantrum over the smallest mistake he made while upgrading your sword and then leave the forgue for a few minutes. In those cases you would decide it was time for a break and always went to a food shop and buy a box full of mitarashi dangos to share with your swordsmith, after all, you were as perfectionist as he were to understand the stress he felt, and besides, been working long enough with him gave you time to deduce this specific dessert would cheer him up. You would smile anytime he ran to you like a child and take the food out of the box to stare it with affection. Only a few months ago he would've taken the box and run away to eat all the dangos selfishly by himself but now he would sit in front of you, only turning his back to take off the mask to eat, which made you feel really happy because that meant you were progressing as... friends?

When you arrived this specific week, it was only a few days later you arrived when Haganezuka's behaviour felt a little bit off, as if he was bothered by something and you noticed it that day when you were looking at him as usual and then he stopped hammering to look at the ground.

—Huh? What's the matter, 'Taru?— you asked, puzzled.

—There has not been a day were you stopped staring at me while i work, every single time you come over— he did not speak until a few seconds passed, turning his head to you —Why the hell is that? If you don't like my job, get lost somewhere else— he added rudely.

You were surprised, you weren't able to see if he was truly angry or not, because his tone of voice sounded slightly pissed yet calm.

—Oh, not at all— you assured, calmly —I just like to stare at you, the focus and determination you show while working is so catching, besides, you look cute, even if i can't see your face— you confessed, caughting Hotaru out of guard.

—Oh— he sounded shocked —Is that so...— silence took over the room, he did not expect that.

—And not just that... since I met you there are a lot of things that made me feel so curious for you— your voice sounded more flirtatious this time.

—Wh-... like what?— he asked, slightly nervous.

—Well, things like the passion you put into your creations, it's fascinating, I've never seen someone so passionate and commited to their job, I love those type of people—

You got closer to him, looking forward to sit in front of him craving for some closeness or even physical touch. You could see the man leaning back a little out of nerves, you could bet he has never been this near to a woman in his life.

You were now very close, almost as if you were trying to surpass with your own gaze Hotaru's mask to reveal that face that has been exploiting your curiosity since you met him. He did not say anything, his body language showed slight nervousness hidden by a tough attitude, shrugged shoulders, averted head and torso slightly shaking.

—You seem troubled, dear. Can I help you?— said you in a seductive tone.

Your hand managed to very slowly reach Haganezuka's chin, to make him stare at you. a giggle left your throat as you looked at him and stayed in silence. But in that short moment, you turned thoughtful, you slightly moved your hand to the edge of his mask, taking it in between your fingers to start pulling it up in hope to finally see that face of his.

Your movements were easy and smooth, you didn't want to freak the swordsmith out either but what made you kept going on was the fact that Hotaru did not object about your actions, even if it was not safe for him to reveal his identity to anyone.

But surprisingly, he trusted you in a way.

When the wait was finally over, under the mask you found yourself staring at the most attractive male factions you've ever seen in a long time. Big, wide and bright eyes; thick black eyebrows that matched his hair perfectly, an adorable kitty-sized nose and a small pair of lips twisted in a grimace. Was this handsome face hiding all this time under that clown mask? For the demon lord... this seemed unreal but what was more important now, is that that same face was flushed in a dark red, your comments were enough to have him blushing like that.

Your hand left the mask on the floor and took the nervous man's jaw, analyzing him with a sweet grin and loving eyes, you still couldn't believe the sweetie pie you had in front of you.

—T-Too close— he muttered almost to himself, thing that made you widen your smile.

—Am I?— you answered, leaning even closer.

His lips barely open, his heartbeat felt like a drum inside his chest even when you thought you were going easy on him but you weren't, the man had no experience in physical touch at all and having you this close made Haganezuka loose his breath.

His world fell apart when he found your lips meeting up with his in a sympathetic, yet hungry, kiss. Have you ever seen a thirty seven year old this nervous before?

He closed his eyes after a little while trying to follow the rythim of your kiss, he seemed fascinated and didn't really want to pull apart. You accommodated yourself in front of him without breaking the kiss, making it deeper and passionate every second that passed by. Hotaru could keep up your rythim and could coordinate better his movements after a few minutes, the room started to heat up when the kiss became very passionate, you lead the timid guy's arms around your shoulders before pulling apart.

Your hands patted your thighs, staring deeply into the black haired man's eyes with shining lust.

—Sit on my lap, honey— you ordered.

He stared at you in awe, his face tinted in bright red and, wanting to deny it, feeling fascinated for how experienced you were, you knew what you were doing and that gave the man security but at the same time, a necessity to follow your commands. He quietly sat in your lap and you wrapped his waist with your arms, hands on the edge of his clothes, pulling him closer to continue kissing him. Hotaru started feeling needy and trapped by the feeling of your touch, making him wrap his arms around your shoulders tigher than before; lack of physical touch for years made the situation even more filling for him, more than he thought it would.

You pressed his body against yours, kissing his lips better and straining your hands under his clothing, caresing his skin almost sinfully. The friction of your bodies felt like a sweet paradise.

—You can touch too, 'Taru— you suggested in between the kiss, encouraging him to shyly slide his hands through your arms after a few seconds.

His inexpert and dirty swordsmith hands ended up in your breasts, feeling curious for their texture, squizzing above your clothes carelessly due to his inexperience. His touch made you groan in pleasure and pain, he was being kinda mean to your tits so you grabbed his ass very tightly as a warning, making Haganezuka jump in his place.

—Easy there, female breasts are sensitive, Haganezuka— you told him with a grin, staring at his tomato face.

He did not answer, he looked at you kinda puzzled, not sure of how his next move should be but you sure did. You directed your gaze towards his crotch, noticing an erection popping through his pants thanks to the hot kissing session you just had. Your hand laid on that hard zone playfully and pressed it gently over the clothing, stealing a moan from Hotaru. You stared at that face and it pretty much turned you on, that was incredibly hot. You squizzed and caressed a little more, willing to get more expressions of his, which you had, but it didn't last long.

—S-Stop— he requested once he could recover his breath.

—Sorry— you stopped and took your hand off there —Are you alright?— you asked, maybe you were going a little too fast.

—I don't want that— he averted his gaze —... yet—

You giggled and nodded with a cute and understanding smile, you wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want.

—That's okay, 'Taru, thanks for telling me— you leaned over again and gave him a kiss on the cheek, now that you revealed his face, it'll be very hard for you to not kiss it everytime you could.

—Mhm.—

The man stayed quiet for a moment, his face still as red as the beggining and his eyebrows frowning with embarassment.

—Can we still... kiss...?— he muttered embarassed, still wanting to taste your mouth and explore these feelings he was experiencing at the moment, for the first time he felt curiosity about something that wasn't related to swords.

Your gaze landed on him with surprise and enthusiasm, you thought he wouldn't want to keep going but you would accept his request happily receptive. It was cute of him to ask so who were you to deny him?

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edit: part two is out here!

thanks for reading!