#kokushibou smut

[mrskokushibo]

Beg !!!

Kokushibo x Fem!Reader one shot

NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

Synopsis: Upper Moon One is your lover and you wronged him.... He is angry and you deserve what is coming to you... Are you scared yet?

Warning: This whole scenario is a smut. Violence. Anal. Oral. Penetration. Dom!Kokushibo. Blood (only a little bit). Orgasm denial. Rough sex as punishment. Yandere. Biting. Degradation. Begging. Forced submission. Very explicit content, so beware or.... enjoy.

Word count: 1702

This fic has a sequel now: Forgiveness

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Footsteps echoed in the large hallway. It was him. In just a moment he would enter the chamber. You longed for him, craved him. The knot in your underbelly was now pressing unbearably, all you wanted was to feel his thick length inside you.

But today was different, there was also the terrible lump in your throat, fighting for your attention. What you did was wrong, so terribly wrong… But then again, Kokushibo promised to be back within a week. Weeks went by with no news other than the occasional report that came to Muzan, passed on to you.

And then there was the party, to welcome the young, new upper moon. He was tall with the most perfect physique. His hair was long and almost white and then those sparkling eyes….in all colours of the rainbow. His charisma and charm were overwhelming. In such stark contrast to the dirt, he whispered in your ear by the end of the evening. You could not resist, could anyone? If it was not so wrong it would have been worth it, he was beyond experienced too. The memory of the things he did to you made you blush even now, even though the fear of your approaching lover was gripping you in an ever-tightening vice.

Kokushibo entered the room, without a word put aside his katana, and walked up to you, his eyes glaring at you with a look you have never seen before. You should have fallen to the ground, begged for forgiveness, and apologise, but as silly and stunned as you were, you simply stood up and smiled awkwardly.

``Welcome back, Kokushibo-sama´´.

You felt so uneasy and stupid, but it was now too late to correct this behaviour. Because without uttering a word, he grabbed you by the back of your neck, claws digging into the delicate skin, and pushed you down to the ground, until you were where you should have been from the start: on your knees.

His lip twitched slightly and he bared his fangs in a condescending grin.

``You betrayed me, whore. I thought you were better than to fuck around while I am away. You will pay for this and by the end of it you will be begging me to stop´´.

The look in his eyes was growing more and more terrifying. There was lust, but also something cold and cruel, you only saw this once before… when he was fighting his enemies. A shiver ran down your spine.

`´Is he really going to kill me? ´´ you thought.

Sure, he spared the young upper moon, but only because Muzan intervened. The youngster was obviously valuable to him. This angered Kokushibo even more than your betrayal. But why would he spare you? You were replaceable, only made his lover because of your looks and charm. He could have anyone he pleased… He could now smell your fear, it surged through his senses like a powerful stimulant, it was awakening his aggression and sending it to new heightened levels.

``Do you think I am going to kill you, hm? That would be too easy on you. I still want you around to please me. So no, I shall spare your life, but after tonight you will learn your place´´.

In complete silence, he untied his hakama and revealed his enormous member, already erect, with precum dripping down the shaft. Normally, you would start your usual routine of sucking and licking, but this time you did not even have time to react before his hand twisted your hair in a tight grip and yanked your head forward toward his cock.

``Open your mouth´´ he commanded in a voice so hoarse and deep that despite the overwhelming fear, you felt your juices run down your thigh.

Like a puppet you obeyed and with one brutal move, he shoved the entire length of his cock into your throat. He groaned and started pumping at a relentless tempo. His spare hand was now gripping your throat, while the other was holding a firm grip on the back of your head with your hair tied around his thick wrist. You could barely breathe now, being basically on the verge of fainting. You were seeing stars but for all the wrong reasons. Eventually, you felt his cock grow and within seconds he came deep inside your throat, his orgasm accompanied by a powerful thrust. He kept on pumping, letting all his seed come out properly until pulling out. You slumped on the ground like a ragdoll. Spit and semen dropped out of your ruined mouth.

Without a word, he grabbed you under one of your arms and dragged you to the futon. With ease, possessing such unearthly strength, he tossed you onto the mattress. You were now on your back with him towering over you. With one quick move, he ripped your clothes off exposing your naked body to the beast that he was quickly turning into.

He then removed his kimono. As always, you gasped at the sight of his magnificent, perfectly toned strong body. His black hair clinging to his sweaty chest in unruly locks.

His long, sinewy, and clawed fingers started to trace your folds, spreading them and rubbing slightly. You were wet and needy. A moan left your lips when he parted your folds fully and pressed one of his fingers against your clit. His movement was lewd and lazy. He positioned himself between your legs and in an unkind manner kicked them to the side to make more room for himself. Once again, without a warning, he thrust his cock inside you with one quick move. This time it was your cunt he started abusing. The initial pain quickly dissipated into indescribable pleasure as his full length and girth were hitting all the right spots. Your moans were growing louder, but just as you were nearing your release, he pulled out.

``Do you think I am here to please you, bitch? Do you?´´

He almost hissed into your ear, his weight crushing you under him and leaving you gasping for air. His lips traced down your neck, bared fangs grazing along, leaving marks.

He raised himself up to hover over you and his eyes grew darker. He grinned as he lifted himself off you completely, he was now kneeling between your legs. Very quickly, his huge arms, wrapped around your ass and waist flipped you on your belly. He moved closer to you spreading your legs with his rough hips and thighs. You were aching to come, to make love to him, to feel pleasure, but you did not even dare to think the thought anymore.

``Please, Master, I am so sorry, I really did not mean…´´.

You could not finish your sentence because a large hand firmly covered your mouth.

``Shut up! You will speak when I tell you to speak´´ he growled.

He was now rubbing his hard cock on your folds, only to coat himself with your juices. Once he thought the lubrication was sufficient (for him, but not for you), he stretched your ass with one hand and positioned the tip of his cock on your asshole.

You were truly terrified, `` he would not, would he? `` Sure, the two of you had the occasional anal sex, but he was always gentle, there was sufficient foreplay and extra lubricant. But this? This meant one thing: pain. And the pain you would receive; because as roughly as he handled your mouth and cunt, he now did the same to your ass.

The scream that left your lips was animalistic to say the least. The pain was agonising, but your reaction only seemed to arouse him even more. He leaned down over you and sank his sharp fangs into your back, drawing blood. He was thrusting at a fast and brutal tempo, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin reminded more of a satanic chant than lovemaking.

The force of his thrusts was sending you forward as you tried to hold on to the sheets as best as you could. At this point, tears were rolling down your cheeks and you felt like you were sinking into a dark haze of pain and hopelessness, but also, as sick as it was:....lust.... After what felt like an eternity, he finally released himself in you. Maybe this was finally the end of it, of the punishment.. Maybe now you would get to ease your pent up desire.... But no.

He was now sitting on the futon, his legs spread, his cock already semi erect and his scarred chest glistening with sweat, all the while you were curled up on your side, marked and destroyed. The sheets were stained with cum and blood. But he didn´t let you rest.

His powerful arms pulled you up to a kneeling position in front of him. He gripped your face and moved his close to yours. He was about to kiss you, that would be a relief. But then.. you looked into his eyes and realised, that the cold and cruel fire was still there. So indeed, he kissed you, but this was not a kiss of affection, it was the kiss of possessive power. His long demon tongue was deep in your throat, suffocating you and making you gag. His fangs bit your lip. He pulled away and looked at you.

``Now you will beg me for mercy, for forgiveness. You deserve everything that I am choosing to do to you.´´

He tightened his grip on you.

``So now, slut: BEG! ´´

His deep voice was teasing your insides, stirring up fear and arousal all the same.

`` I am so sorry, Master. I have been stupid, ungrateful. I know that I do not deserve your mercy, but I beg you to stop the punishment, to stop my suffering. I will do anything. Please Master, I beg you for your mercy``.

The look in his eyes softened slightly, the cold rage subsiding, but the savage lust-filled darkness was still there, merciless and wild.

`` I accept your apology, but I´m afraid that there is only one way for you to make your apology mean something``

With one powerful movement, using only one of his arms, he shoved your head into his lap, once again growling his command

``open your mouth´´

and once again he shoved his now fully erect cock into your mouth.

``I am only getting started with you, this will be your lesson to not ever wrong me like this again´´.

And the night was only young…

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This is my very first o/c fanfic. I scribbled it down while working on a longer story.. I hope this wasn't too violent 😅.. My main o/c project is more fluff/nsfw with a very romantic Koku 😍 and I can't wait to share it with you soon 😊.

Thank you guys for inspiring me to start writing fanfiction. I am a writer, but this realm is new to me:

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[slutfactory]

Just- just- imagine being upper moon 1 and treating the other moons as your own personal harem and Muzan just lets you because I said so. Having some of the most powerful demons at your beck and call- even the lowest ranks including the dream demon- all of them at your disposal as your personal cocksleaves

honestly, i imagine muzan saying something like; “they are no longer of use to me. do as you please with them.”

kokushibou and akaza are by far the most loyal and obedient. they acknowledge you as their master and ‘exist only to please you.’ <3

· koku has all six of his eyes on you while he sucks you off, because he loves seeing you feeling good. you make him feel like he has a purpose when you praise him.

· akaza is obviously inexperienced, but he's absolutely fine with you using his body to please yourself. he's always nearby, waiting for you to give him orders, and when you do, he completes them with haste.

douma and enmu are definitely masochists—more the latter than the former. they also make it their existence to please you, but sometimes they make mistakes on purpose so you'll punish them.

· douma is always ready to offer himself up if you need to take your anger out on something, always saying how much he loves ‘the way you use and abuse’ him.

· enmu has absolutely no chill. he's like akaza, always on standby, but sometimes he gets impatient and purposefully does something that might upset you. that way, you'll punish him and use him like he's nothing but a toy for you to break.

#🎥 slutfactory shorts #top male reader #seme male reader #x male reader #male reader #top reader #dom reader #dom male reader #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kokushibou smut #douma smut #enmu smut #akaza smut

[dahliamalfoy97]

FEAST - Upper Moons, Muzan x Y/N reader

MuzanxKokushiboxDoumaxReader

Synopsis: Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.

Warning: SMUT 18+ explicit content, slight dub con, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, choking, slapping, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, slight blood kink, masochism, voyeurism? Monster kink, size kink, oral sex, mentions of kidnapping, murder,violence. So much going on in this.

A/N: first time writing a big group sex thing so it’s probably a bit cringey at times and it’s not edited so there’s probably lots of errors. I am such a simp for these four and have been trying to put them together the best I could. Anyways, hope you enjoy and don’t say I didn’t warn ya 😏

Word count: 7,102

"Y/N," Master Muzan calls from the dining hall, "please bring some of that wine out here."

You hurriedly, grab the bottle and a glass from the cabinet and rush out to the dining room. You freeze for a moment when you arrive. Noticing the Master isn't alone- there's 2 Upper Moon demons siting at the table, your master at the center while one of them sits at his left and the other at his right.

Moonstruck, you cautiously, approach the table, taking in all  the guests in a mixture of awe and fear. These two were the real deal. demons after Muzan himself. They were all sitting in one room and you feel the powerful aura that emanated from each of them.

"I'm so sorry, Master, " you stutter, "I didn't realize we had guests, or I would have gotten more glasses."

"It's alright, little dove," Those crimson eyes meet your nervous ones, searing into your soul as usual, making you feel all sorts of flustered.

Master Muzan was the King of Demons. The one that commanded them all to do his bidding. He held the most power. He was also the Devil incarnate because he was able to create demons and to become more powerful he fed on humans. He had an unrivaled bloodlust and was cold to everyone around him. He was cunning, vicious and evil. To everyone but you.

You had been just a human girl, on the brink of starvation when he took you in. He originally was going to fatten you up to kill you, but he ended up finding comfort in your presence and ended up falling for you instead. Because most humans would have been disgusted and terrified of him. But you were willing to do anything to please him. Most demons like him - emotions capable of emotions like love. But you had made him feel much more powerful than his demon army could.

Naturally, you too had fallen in love with the Devil who had saved you. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you will- but you willingly stayed after learning what he really was. After seeing the blood he shed and the lives he destroyed. You fell in love with the monster anyways.

"Well isn't she a delight?" One of the upper moons cooes, he was ethereal. Like an demon in angel's clothing. This was the vibe the demon gave. He had friendly and inviting smile on his face, but something in those rainbow irises told you it was probably just a mask of the true intent that hid underneath. The one that was full of malice and all things evil. He made you shiver at how someone demonic could look so heavenly. He had pale porcelain skin, and long locks of silvery blonde hair, that swept in all kinds of different directions.

"This is my wife, Y/N," Your Master, replies. "Little dove, this is Douma, he's Upper Rank 2."

You bow your head in respect, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"my my and she knows her manners too," he kisses your hand with his lips, his touch cold yet shivers automatically shoot down your spine. Something about this demon intrigued you and you wanted so desperately to know the devil underneath those rainbow eyes.

"Lord Douma, if you could please keep your hands to yourself," Muzan warns.

"But I mean she just looks so exquisite- it's shame she's your wife. I'd claim her for myself in an instant."

"You're disgusting," another Upper Moon mumbles to the left of Douma. "Have some fucking respect."

This demon had a more serious aura about him, he seemed more pissed off that he was here. He had hair the color of magenta and eyes like seemed to glow like the sun. His skin was a cool gray hue that had blue lines marking his skin and the rest of his body. He was well defined, as had an open purple vest that exposed his torso. You so desperately wanted to trace all those lines on his chest to see how deep they ran.

"Oh calm down, Pink Head, I'm just paying the lovely lady with some compliments."

"You never have genuine compliments," The Pink haired Upper Moon hisses. "or genuine intentions."

You can't help but giggle at their little banter. All three pairs of eyes focusing on you when you do. You can't help but feel a little shy being at the focus of all these powerful demons. Handsome ones at that.

"She giggled," The Pink Haired Demon says, sounding surprised. "Has she no fear of being around us?"

Muzan looks at you with adoration, "no, my little dove is quite fearless."

"Amazing," Douma wonders, "and she's so fûcking cute too."

Suddenly the doors to the dining room burst open, and the air shifts. As if it was a sunny day and the thunder decided to roll in. This is power this demon had. He had the most intimidating presence of all. He was very tall and muscular, taller than the rest of the demons here. His hair fell into black luscious waves, the ends dipped in a deep red.  But it was his eyes that made you tremble. Six pairs of eyes the color of the moon- his scleras a deep red that matched the tips of his hair. He was beautiful in such an intimidating way. If you weren't currently married to Muzan, you'd be falling in your knees in an instant for this man.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Douma taunts, earning a cold glare from the demon.

Something inside you quivered which each step he took. His purple and black checkered kimono billows behind him.

"Kokushibo, you're late," Muzan adds.

"I was busy," the demon finally replies and oh his voice is enough to make you press your thighs together.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You were married to the most powerful demon of all and yet you were craving these demons just as much.

The newcomer- Kokushibo. Who you knew from the character that was stained on his iris- that he was the Upper Rank One, took a seat the other end of the table.

"Well now that everyone is here, we can finally start this meeting, little dove, do you mind getting some more glasses ? "

"Of course, Master," when you looked in those crimson eyes there was a knowing smirk there and you exit the dining room in a flash.

While you're in the kitchen, you can't help but sneak a hand underneath the folds of your skirt, past your panties and feel your arousal dripping.

The amount of power in that dining room had you soaked to the core, flustered and embarrassed at the lewd images that filled your head, you hastily pull your skirt back down and grab the glasses from the cabinet.

Being a little short, you struggle to reach some of them, you try to climb the cabinet but a hand snakes around your waist, pining you between the counter and his backside. "Careful, little one, you're going to injure yourself." He reaches up to grab the glasses for you and places them in your hands, his pale large veiny hands covering your small ones completely.

"Thank you, Lord Douma," you say, a little breathless at the way he was holding you. You could feel something against your backside.

"No problem, little one, I'd be happy to help you in any way," He whispers seductively in your ear, his voice is soft and melodic but the way he speaks, has your nipples straining against the fabric of the  flimsy gown you wore.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" You murmur as you feel a hand creep under your skirt.

"I am but I excused myself for the bathroom, sometimes a man has needs to attend to," his hand traces circles along your thigh before reaching the outline of your panties. "I know your Muzan's, but fuck, I can't keep my eyes off you. I want to devour you so badly but my curiosity for you and what you'd feel like around my cock, overshadows that and I want nothing more than to have a little taste of you," he tugs your ear between his teeth causing you you whine softly, his fingers dip into your panties and begin to rub your clit. "Did you know all of us demons have a heightened sense of smell, so I can smell your sweetness from across the room. And I just gotta have it."

"But I'm Muzan's," you protest lamely, arching your back as the circles on your clit quicken.

He laughs into your ear, "that's not what your sopping cunt says right now. Akaza was right. I'm not a man with good intentions. I take what I want, when I want."

With a wicked glint in his, he inserts a finger into your hole, he groans lightly at the way your finger just sinks him in, "so fucking wet for pussy that belongs to someone else."

You shamelessly begin to grind yourself againt him as he begins to fuck you his finger.

"Look at you, grinding on me like a needy slut," Douma cooes, while adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch out your gummy walls. Soon a third finger is added, and you're a sopping mess as he curls them upward immediately finding the spot that makes you scream. "Careful now, don't want your husband to hear you, or maybe you do."

All you can do is whine as he fucks you brutally with his fingers, you hear some rustling, and then your panties are being ripped down, and something hard is poking at your entrance. As soon as it pierces your walls, you let out a wail. The stretch burns and Douma gives you no chance to adjust to his curved long cock as he brutally pistons into you. Your still wedged between him and the counter so there's no room for you to move. Your completely trapped and helpless against his assault on your body.

"Fuck. So. Damn. Tight," he moans in your ear.

You could feel every scrape and every vein of his throbbing cock hammering into you, he was much longer than Muzan was and seemed to reach places deeper, and perhaps it was the precarious position you were in but all you could feel was him.

"Don't stop," you cry, you knew it was wrong for letting Douma fuck you, but it felt too good that you couldn't resist submitting to his control.

"Don't worry, Dollface," he pulls your ass out so it's angled and you have more room to move. You finally can glance down at where your connected, his balls slapping against your skin, that you knew would leave bruises with how hard they were slapping. His thrusts were relentless, animalistic. The counter's edges dig into your skin with each thrust.

Muzan has his rough tendencies, but this was another level, and you were overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure.

Douma's hands travel to your covered breasts and he cups them in his large hands giving time a squeeze.

"You keep clenching around me and I'm going to cum sooner than we both want. Although maybe I should use you for my own personal cum dump, and just take what I want from you."

You're so incoherent at this point that all the comes out of your mouth is strangled garbles, which turns into a whimper when he wraps a hand around you throat to cut off your airway.

"But unfortunately we can't take as long as we want, because your husband is probably wondering where we are," he just continues to babble in your ear.

The possible reminder of Muzan catching you with Douma, made you even more aroused than it should. You clamp around his cock at the thought, which causes him to fuck you harder. You could feel your stomach coiling he continued to pound into that one spot. He kept playing with your airway, with each thrust of his cock he would squeeze and then let go.

"Fuck, Douma, I'm close," you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"So am I, your pussy is amazing, I want to kidnap you and keep you for my own. Muzan is a lucky motherfucker."

His thrusts become slower more torturous as if to draw out your agonizing orgasm, which was desperate for release.  You were about to lose it if you didn't cum soon. The ache was too much. Too overwhelming.

"Please Douma, let me cum," you beg.

He laughs, "You can beg better than that."

you pout, but that instantly changes when his speed picks up again, rocking your body with his, "FUCK DOUMA LET ME CUM PLEASE."

He cackles, his rainbow irises bright with amusement, "if Muzan comes in here because of that we are both dead."

"I don't care," you hiss, pushing yourself back on his cock trying to get more.

"Well go ahead then, cum slut, make a mess on my cock," Douma encourages. "If you're the desperate to. I think you're just too drunk on my cock to not care about anything else."

His mocking tone along with his greedy thrusts, has you coming undone.

"That's it, make a mess for Douma," he grins madly, before thrusting a few more times before exploding inside you. You both watch in satisfaction as his cum fills you up. "Looks so pretty with my cum." He grabs something behind him and shoves it into your pussy, making sure his cum doesn't leak out.

"Shit Douma, what if Muzan sees?"

The haze of sex has lifted and you're reminded of what you had just done. But there's no shame or remorse on Douma's face and you sure don't regret a single thing.

"Well if Muzan finds out we're both dead, but it was worth it. Come let's go back to the meeting I'm sure he's wondering where both of us went."

Douma leaves you and you hastily follow after. Arriving at the dining room.

"Sorry, Master Muzan i must have had an upset stomach, one of the girls I ate today before coming here must have messed me up," his rainbow irises have disappeared into crescent moons as he takes his seat next to Akaza.

How could he act like nothing happened just now? Meanwhile, you could feel his cum still inside you, and your cheeks were probably flushed. You had no idea how you looked right now.

As soon as Muzan's scarlet cat eyes land on you, you see that familiar glint in them, and you know he knows.

He was the Demon King after all, he knew everything.

"Little dove, did you forget the glasses as I asked for you to get for our guests?"

His tone is calm, but there's an underlying of a mocking tone.

Shivers immediately go done your spine as you bow in a frenzy, "I'm so sorry, Master I- I don't know how I could have forgotten. I'll go back and get them."

"What a bad girl," Muzan tsks. "You forgot something so simple? I wonder why that is."

"Muzan- I-"

"Y/N come here."

You freeze he never uses your actual name unless it's for a punishment. Ashamed you walk over to where Muzan is sitting, but it's a little hard to with Douma's cock nearly damaging you just moments ago. Whom had a smug grin on his face.

"Muzan-"

"Shut the fuck up and turn around," you shiver at cold and calm his tone was. But you obey nonetheless.

Muzan pushes you against the table, your front side digging into the edge. He pushes up the hem of your skirt and your cheeks immediately heat. All of the demons in this room could see your naked ass. But before you could look to see what their reactions are like, a hand comes down on your ass hard, you jolt at the sudden harsh sting. You look back at those scorching scarlet orbs that seemed to burn into you. Fingers graze your swollen pussy, that's stuffed with your underwear."

"Looks like you've been having too much fun with one of my demons," Muzan states, flashing a glare at Douma before glaring at you again. He tugs the cloth out for your pussy and you cry feeling the liquid drip out of you.

"Douma you just can't control yourself can you?" Akaza scolds and you hear a sudden slash. You turn to see Douma's head being split in half. Akaza's hand covered in his blood. You grimace at the sudden violence but a slap against your ass steals your attention.

"Of course he couldn't," Muzan chastises, "how could he resist such a slutty pussy? Especially when it belongs to me?"

"Because it's fûcking paradise, that pussy is," Douma's melodic voice is back and you see that he's regenerated looking as bright as ever.

"Did he fuck you good?" Muzan inquiries, ignoring the Upper 2, his focus entirely on you and your flushed cheeks and the way Douma's cum oozes out of your glistening cunt. "Looks like he did if you let him cum in you."

You're at a loss for words.

He suddenly grips your throat yanking your had back, choking you slightly, making you look at only him, "fucking answer me, slut!"

"Y-yes," you sob, "He fucked me really good."

He chuckles darkly, "perhaps I should let them all fuck you. Huh? Would you like that? Because you're such a slut my cock isn't enough to satisfy you? So you must have them all."

"Muzan-" you try to plead but suddenly your mouth is being stuffed with something wet. Your arousal pools when you realize it's your panties that's wet with yours and Douma's cum. The stench of sex fills your nostrils.

"Shut the fuck up and get on the fucking table."

Trembling out of embarrassment and arousal you climb on the table, your legs shaking.

Before you can situate yourself, Muzan is flipping you over on your back, and drags your head over the edge, letting it hang. Your legs are spread wide letting all the upper moons getting a view of your exposed cunt.The panties in your mouth are being yanked out and replaced with something hot, thick and heavy. Before you have a chance to process, it's being rammed down your throat without any warning.

Muzan looks at you with a sadistic grin as he plows his cock into your mouth. You could feel the blood rushing to your head making you light headed in this position. But he didn't care to stop at your precarious situation. For Muzan wasn't a kind man when he had to punish. His punishments were cruel and brutal. But never to you. That's why you were so shocked but aroused at his sudden cruelty. Saliva and his precum coated your tongue and dripped out of your mouth, as his balls slapped against your chin.

"What a pathetic little cock whore you are," Muzan mocks, as his cock continues tearing into your throat constantly hitting the back of it. "Who wants a turn with my whore's pussy first?"

"Don't mind if I do," you hear Douma say from somewhere, but your mind is too fuzzy. If you were human, you would have died from getting throatfucked in this position with how hard Muzan was abusing it. You wouldn't be able to talk after this for awhile or ever again if he continued. Suddenly, you feel hands spreading your legs apart, a cold breath hits your aching cunt and when the first flick of a tongue meets your folds, you buck your hips at feeling causing Muzan's cock to hit the back of your throat harshly. A chuckle sounding like Douma's tickles your dripping hole, causing you to flutter. You lose it when that tongue begins swirling your clit. Despite his cold breath Douma's tongue was hot and consuming against your pussy lips sending you into immediate overdrive with the urgent yet hungry way he eats you out. He holds your hips with his hands to keep you from squirming. Becoming a prisoner to his delicious assault. His fingers splay your wet lips open, making it easier to that sweet spot. His slurping noises have you screaming . You weave your fingers into those silky, soft silver locks and push him in as deep as can go.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Doll," Douma hums against your folds. His feasting on you is relentless. The way he swirls and sucks on your clit has you falling apart within seconds. But he doesn't stop when you've cum on his face already he just keeps going. Your thighs shaking as he guides you through another orgasm.

Meanwhile, Muzan is still violently fucking your throat, you could feel every vein of his hard cock as he repeatedly slams into you. It grows heavier against your throat and you knew he was close by the low-yet strained grunts coming from the Demon King above, but before you get the chance to feel his seed down your throat. He's yanking your head off and hot cum sprays your face instead. When you whine in protest, he interrupts, "coming down your throat would be a reward for you. I'm not sure you deserve the reward yet."

Douma, removes himself from your pussy, he guides you up into a sitting position, his face is soaked in your juices, you your lips at the sight.

"So delicious," he praises, before pulling you forward, he reaches for you face and brings you into a hungry, demanding kiss. His lips cold yet, hot at the same time. Tasting your arousal his tongue as he swirls it with yours. You shamelessly lock your arms around him bringing him closer so that you're in his lap, straddling him. You grind yourself on his clothed erection, causing him to coo in your ear. "Such a messy girl, you're making such a mess on my pants. Does it drive you crazy knowing that the four most powerful demons are watching you make a mess on me? Watching you turn into a dirty, greedy, little whore? Hmm?"

You  turn into mush at his soft voice that's filled with such lewd words, you continue grinding on him, feeling his massive length under you.

"Yes, Douma."

He chuckles, leaning back lazily watching you fall apart in his lap, while he was doing nothing to help you. 

"Look at your girl becoming a slut for another," Douma smirks at a glowering Muzan. You blink your eyes open and meet those scorching scarlet ones. Making you even more turned on. He was currently sitting in his chair, leaned back while stroking himself. His black curls sticking to his face from sweat. A feline, predatory look in the way he stares at you, while you're getting yourself off in another man's lap has you become more frantic- more bold. More needy. 

"Yes because that's all she is. Is a good little whore for us demons to ruin."

You moan, gripping Douma's neck,  glancing around the room at the others. Akaza was looking disgusted and aroused at the same time. As if fighting an eternal storm in his brain. But the noticeably large tent in his  pants said otherwise. His golden eyes meet yours and you beckon him with your finger.

"Come join us, Akaza," you plead. Kokushibo on the other hand was much harder to read. He gave nothing away in those moon colored orbs  as those six eyes stared at you with an intensity so strong but it was cold and indifferent at the same time.

"Yeah Koku and Akaza, am I only one going to indulge in this sweet pussy or are you guys going to join?"

"I have no interest," Koku hisses, but his eyes never shift from yours.

"I don't want to share with you," Akaza bites back. "I fucking  hate you, rainbow child. "

"But it's not for me, it's for her."

"Plus it's my orders to get to know what's mine," Muzan adds. "And what you'll never get to experience again after this."

"More the reason for me not to join," Koku growls. "Why would I join if I can't keep her all to myself?"

"Because I want you too, Daddy," you plead.

Something in those six eyes flashes, something dangerous that coils in your gut, you come on Douma's lap making a mess, "good job, little one."

"You have no idea what you're asking of me," Koku warns.

"He's a coward then," Douma taunts, flashing the Upper One a charming smile, as he sheds out of his clothes, your jaw dropping as his body was revealed. Douma had a well toned physique his muscles were exquisite and smooth, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your eyes traveled this cock that you hasn't been able to see before when he was fucking you with it in the kitchen. It was massively long with a slight curve. A good ten inches. You bet. And it stood red and angry against his taut stomach as crisscrossed his legs and brought you back into his lap, not wasting a moment guiding his long shaft into your awaiting heat. You wrap your legs around him, this position was new something you'd never done with Muzan. Every part of Douma was flushed with you. Your tits slapped against his bare chest you rode him in this position. Every inch of his cock was deep and snug against your slick walls. He lets out a strangled moan when you take your nails down his back. There was no telling where you ended and where he started. And you both loved it. He dug his sharp nails into your hips, trying to pull you in deeper.

"Fuck," you both moan, you throw your head back, in pure utter bliss. Reveling in the way he dug into your hole, how every vein and every crevice seemed to scrape along yours. You were sure he was all the way in your stomach.

"You feel so snug and warm against me Doll," Douma praises, his nails digging in deeper. Drawing a little blood causing you to arch into him. "Those idiots don't know what they're missing out on."

A low growl comes from Koku.

"Your blood is just a pretty as you are," Douma grins manically, he brings one of his hands that's covered in your blood. Before bringing it to his mouth. Those usually bright eyes instantly darken and turn feral, the sight of him tasting your blood has you sobbing in pure pleasure. He shoves one into your mouth causing you to choke around his fingers. You instantly taste the metallic taste on your tongue. "Don't you taste divine, little one? Fuck, I might just steal you away from Muzan. I'm too fucking addicted to everything about you. You are so fucking perfect for me. The perfect little doll who takes whatever I give you. don't you all want a taste?"

His words and his actions send you into a frenzy mess and it's not long before your spasming around him, clamping down on him as your orgasm takes over.

"Fuck Douma," you scream.

"I love it when you scream my name," Douma says ever so softly.

Before you have a chance to breathe, you're being pulled off of Douma's cock, you cry at the sudden emptiness. But strong arms whip you around, and without warning a new cock it's a little shorter than Douma's but it is thick, and it's girth is ravenous as it enters you, your head is being pushed down on Douma's lap. His still hard cock being shoved in your face, he just smirks and lifts your head.

"Took you long enough to join us, Pink Head."

"Shut the fuck up, Rainbow Shit," Akaza seethes as he rams into you from behind. His marked hands grip your hips, as he rocks forward into you. Your whole body is jerking at the sudden abruptness. "It's my fucking turn. So let me fuck the bitch."

"Ohmygodohmygod," you cry, "Akazaaaa, you feel incredible."

His cock split you open perfectly. You eagerly took his length in.

"Damn, who pissed you off pinky?"  Douma teases, looking at you with a mischievous grin. His long fingers grip your chin and pries your mouth open, his other hand strokes his cock. He smacks teases your half opened  lips with the tip, smearing precum on your face. "Open your mouth, little one."

You open up wide, he dutifully shoves your head down on his cock, you hollow your cheeks and slacken your jaw to help take him in. But he didn't really you a chance to adjust as he forced your head up and down his long shaft.  Akaza's harsh thrusts causing for Douma's cock to bump down your throat even deeper. Everything felt so good. You'd never felt so used in your life and you were loving every inch of it.

"Now there's a good slut," Douma taunts, "my own personal cocksleeve. Is there anything you can't do?"

"How are you feeling  little dove ?" Muzan suddenly calls out, sounding amused. "You're looking quite stuffed there."

To be honest, with the other two demons currently using you for their pleasure you had forgotten about your husband.

"Her mouth is too stuffed with my cock, Muzan, she's not going to answer you," Douma chants.

"Douma you talk too fucking much!" Akaza snaps, his hips snapping in response and then everything falls silent.

Except for skin on skin, and the lewd moans and slurping sounds that filled the room.  The three of you were way to into this situation.

"That's it, bitch," Akaza growls as you begin to spasm around his cock. "Squeeze me just like that."

Meanwhile Kokushibo was as silent as ever. His moon colored eyes watching with unnerving intensity. He didn't know what he wanted. He knew he wanted you. But he hated everyone else in this room and didn't like the idea of having to share you with any of them. His cock was painfully hard under his kimono. His knuckles where white and gripping the edge of his seat. But watching how the mess the other demons turned you in, listening to your sweet moans and listening to how wet you were, it was driving him mad.

"Fuck,"' you managed in between having Douma's cock down your throat. "Don't fucking stop. Please Akaza."

"Don't worry, I won't stop  until your leaking full of my cum."

Fuck. You were so overwhelmed. The pleasure was unbearable.

You came in white waves, just as Douma's load shot in your mouth.

"Good girl," Douma grins when you swallow all of it.

Not long after Akaza releases in your sensitive  cunt with a low grunt, milking it all the way through til the last drop til he pulls out.

You fall into a heap on the table, completely covered in cum. Your whole body ached.

"If you truly want me to fuck you, Princess," Kokushibo suddenly speaks up, "you better crawl to me. And I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine to fuck alone. Understood?"

Douma chuckles, "I don't think she can move, Koku."

"I understand, Daddy."

He chuckles deep and low, sending shivers down your spine.

"Now come to me," he orders.

Slowly, you sit up and get on your hands and knees. Your whole body aches, your drenched in come. But you want nothing more than to be  fucked by the Upper 1. Ever since he walked through those doors. There was something about him that made you want to kneel before him and do whatever he asked of you. So you crawl.  You feel the others watching you in silence. Even Douma is silent. Kokushibo's eyes never leave yours as you finally reach his end.

He stands up, and fuck, is he tall. He towers over everyone here, he grips your chin with his hands, making you look at only him. Those six eyes burn into every inch of you, "you better pray that you can handle everything I give you. Because I won't hold back. None of these idiots can compare to how I'll make you feel. Not even Muzan. I'll sweep you off your feet," he whispers so no one else but you can hear him. He glances up in the direction of Muzan, as he removes his clothes.

And holy shit is he built by the gods. Now not built by the gods. He is a god. Made of pure muscle. Pure power and pure dominance radiated from this demon. As if he was carved from stone. Not a single inch of him was flawed. You  wanted to lick those abs. The flame pattern that he had on his face went down to his chest. Making him look even more exquisite.  Your eyes shamelessly rake down to his rock hard cock. Or could you even call it that. It was bigger than anyone else's here. And it was thick. Long, thick and you knew it was going to break you.

"Fucking hell, Kokushibo, I might even be gay for you," Douma replies.

"Okay everyone out. Except for Y/N and Muzan. The other two I want you gone."

"But-"

"So selfish, don't you know sharing is caring-"

Douma is cut off by Akaza dragging him by the hair.

"From here on out, you're mine. With the permission of Muzan-"

"Oh you really think I'm just going to hand her over to you?" Muzan laughs darkly. "She's mine, she was mine before she was yours."

"Why don't you both just fuck me and stop this overbearing egotistical shit?" I ask. "If you both want me, then you have me."

" I don't share," Kokushibo seethes. "I would literally start a war to make you mine."

"But so would I," Muzan replies.

You roll your eyes.

"Well let's just see who fucks you better," Koku challenges.

"Sure," Muzan replies coldly. "Go ahead and give it your best."

"Lay down and spread those legs for me, Princess," Koku demands.

You immediately obey him, and watch him as he stalks towards you. He bends down and closes the distance between your lips. A wildfire burns through you at the intensity of his lips. The way he seemed to command and consume your lips. You barely could breath. You let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip. His hands start to roam your body, and yours could barely grip onto his back. You were so small in comparison to him. But you were determined to feel every ridge. He begins to fondle your breasts, playing and kneading  them like dough. You were nothing but putty in his hands. You reach for his cock, but he slaps your hand away.

"Fuck, Koku," you say breathlessly. "I need you now. Please."

"Patience," he hisses, his lips leave yours and starts leaving trailing down your neck. You arch into him when he begins sucking marks into your skin. He continues you mark and map you with his mouth, until he stops just right where you want him. Over your throbbing pussy. Which was still sensitive from the other demons, so you knew he was going to truly ruin you.  He runs a finger along your slick seams and you hitch in a breath. "I love how you're still begging to be used after Douma and Akaza had their way with you. I guess you're not fucked properly enough if you can still crawl to me. Don't worry, Princess I'll fix that little problem for you."

He slowly inserts a long finger, groaning at the way you immediately suck him in. "Even though you've already been fucked by the others, you still need to be prepared to take me. Because I am much bigger than they are."

"Fuck," you whimper.

After prodding you with one finger he adds another and then a third. Scissoring open your gummy walls. He wastes no time curling them upwards and finding your spot. Jabbing them slowly, teasing you.  You arch your back, but something stops you and pins you still. Muzan has joined in. But he's in his true demon form. With his white curly hair, and tentacles sprouting from his back. His tentacles are straining your arms, leaving you utterly immobile.

"You're so greedy fucking all my demons today. What, you want them all? Is that it? Am I not enough for you?"

"Y-you are enough i - I just-" you scramble for words, but you're slapped in the face, Kokushibo's mouth finally descends on your clit. " Lies!" Muzan growls at the same time you scream out  " aww  fuck!"

Kokushibo's tongue delves into every crevice, sucking while he still fucks you on his fingers. You eagerly grind on him, for more friction. Needing and wanting more.

"Koku, don't stop!" You cry.

Muzan leans over you and shoves his cock down your throat again. At the same time you feel yourself being stretched. No- ripped. You scratch the table since your arms are still pinned by Muzan's tentacles. Kokushibo wastes no time hammering his monster cock into you, greedily taking you however he wants. Muzan's cock plunges into your mouth with the same carnal desire.

"Such a good little toy," Muzan says. "Isn't she Kokushibo?"

But he ignores and focuses his attention on where your bodies meet. He could see the outlines of his cock in your stomach. The table was creaking underneath all the weight. Both demons destroyed and ravaged your body in the most inhuman way, none of them caring about how tired battered was becoming. It was a lewd sight. Truly insane. One of Muzan's tentacles curls around your body and down your clit. Sucking on it as Kokushibo's thrusts become harder, deeper.

You mumble incoherent moans around Muzan's cock. Your vision was becoming blurry, your body numb from all the attention it was receiving.

Another tentacle plays at your other entrance, the wet muscle teasing the rim of your opening.

"See you can own her pussy," Muzan states confidently, "but I  own her entire body. Including her soul."

With that the tentacle pushes into your hole. Muzan pulls out of your mouth to let you scream. Choking you with his hands. You come instantly. Your body is being overwhelmed the pleasure was starting to hurt because you've come countless of times tonight, you didn't even know how many. But your body was reaching its limit. But you didn't want them to stop. All your holes are being filled and there wasn't an inch of you that belonged to you anymore. You were theirs. Their plaything.

"Shut the fuck up, Muzan!" Kokushibo warns.

Muzan just laughs, and sobers up when he notices how dizzy you're looking, "you okay, little dove? Do you need us to stop?"

Kokushibo slows a bit, caressing your face, "we'll stop princess, if you need us too."

You shake your head, "no... I'm fine."

Kokushibo picks you up, taking you into his arms, kissing you softly, his length still pounding upwards into you while you cling to him like a koala.

"Please don't stop, koku. I want you to come in me," you whine. Muzan is suddenly at your back. Your sandwiched in between the two most powerful demons, and you couldn't be more at peace.

"Lift her for me," Muzan commands softly. Kokushibo doesn't fight this time, he grips your ass with his massive hands a lifts you up, Muzan's tip nudges your other entrance before easing his way in. You whine at the sudden stretch of both men inside you. Both with big cocks and big egos. They take turns hammering into you. You grab Koku by the neck and pull him in for a sloppy, kiss. Moaning into his mouth. He kisses you back with as much fervor.

“fuck don’t stop you guys,” you plead, before pulling away from Koku. Muzan grabs you by the chin and claims your mouth with his you grip his white silky locks, tugging on them as he devours your mouth possessively.

You could feel your orgasm approaching and by the way both cocks were growing inside you, and hips were starting to stutter, you could tell both demons were close.

“Koku- Muzan - I’m close.”

“Makes a mess, Princess,” Kokushibo encourages gruffly, “make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”

“Little dove, cum for Master,” Muzan growls.

“I want us to come together, fill me up, please.”

“Alright,” Muzan says.

A few more thrusts and clenching around them, you throw your head back onto Muzan’s chest as both men fill both your holes up with cum at the same time.

“Awww fuck,” you all say unison when you’re being pulled off and cum gushes out.

“That is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Muzan says.

But you’re eyes are drifting shut.

“I’ll have make you a mandatory part of our meetings from now on,” Muzan says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I hope you understand I’m not letting her go now,” Kokushibo warns. “She’s mine now too.”

Muzan rolls his eyes, lifting you into his arms.

“Well then how about she’s all of ours,” Douma appears with Akaza in tow.

“I don’t share,” Kokushibo snaps, “I will kill you all to have her to myself.”

“And I definitely don’t want to share her with you, Rainbow Shit.”

Douma pouts, “I thought we all just had a bonding moment. We’re friends now you and I.”

In a blink of an eye, Akaza swipes Douma’s head in half.

“You and I will never be friends.”

“How rude,” Douma sighs as he’s once again regenerated. “ I am seriously offended,” he puts a hand over his chest.

“You’re all lucky I let you indulge in MY WIFE,” Muzan reminds them harshly. “Next time I might not be so kind.”

“Guys can you all stop fighting over me?“ you murmur sleepily on Muzan’s lap. Still naked. Kokushibo grabs his kimono and places it over you to cover you up. “What if I want all of you?”

All eyes snap to you, all demons growl. Even Douma is annoyed.

“Sweetheart we are demons, we don’t share with others. We take what we want from others even if that means killing,” Douma explains. “ and us four demons specifically each other’s guts.”

“Fine, then I want none of you then,” you hiss.

“No!” Kokushibo snaps, “ you want all of us? Then fine. We’ll agree to your wishes if it makes you happy. “

“That’s if we don’t kill each other first,” Akaza pipes in.

“No promises,” Douma smirks.

"All right, little dove, you win-“ suddenly Muzan’s head is beheaded falling to the floor with a thud. Kokushibo is standing behind, before stealing you from the demon king, then before anyone can react.

Kokushibo vanishes with you in his arms.

“I believe this will definitely start a war Koku,” you protest.

“I don’t care, we both know the minute I walked through those doors, that you were mine.”

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, but you didn’t mind. He was right he stole you away from Muzan the minute he walked through those doors.

“So where are you taking me, Koku?” Pulling caressing his face softly.

He looks down at you with a warm smile, “I’m taking you home, with me. Where you belong.”

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[forsworned]

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

The smell of bergamot and hinoki fills your senses are you grasp onto his firm and sturdy physique. His unruly hair tickles at the apples of your cheeks and the tip of nose as he lets out strangled groan. Nails digging into his porcelain skin as he rutted his hips against yours in a slow and deep fashion, watching as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

"Right there..." You uttere feeling the his tip hit just the right spot after only a few minutes. His lovely lips curling into a smug smile at his feat.

"Already?" A moan barely manages to escape your lips as he thrusts into your sweet spot over and over again.

"Y-yes...Hah...You're gonna make me..." You could barely even finish your sentence.

The feeling of ecstasy was taking over your body with every pump. His slender fingers just barely probing your clit in circular motions was sending you over the edge. You feel yourself slowly unraveling with every roll of his hips.

His lips dive into your neck as he feels himself starting to come undone. Teeth sinking into your neck and you cry out his name as you card your fingers through his tousled hair. He shudders as he rides his high, and his body gives out in pure gratification, although still rutting into you as you moan incessantly.

The fervent feeling exploding in your lower abdomen and you struggle to catch your breath as it feels never ending. You hadn't even realized how loud you were being as the satisfaction hit and then dissipated without hurry.

His heavy form slightly hovers over yours as he pulls out from you and watches as your mixed arousal sticks to him. His eyes widen and he cracks a savory grin. "You came so much, [name]."

You glance down as you wipe the sweat off of your brow, feeling winded by your high. There seemed to a mess between your legs, sticking at your bare thighs. You observ how he traces his thumb over your sopping slit and you shiver at his touch, still not over how hard he made you cum. Mouth agape as he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it off. "Let's do that again."

꒰tengen, sanemi, gyomei, kagaya, michikatsu꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

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[kokushibouthings]

My jewels.

Chapter 1

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Pairing: Kokushibou x AFAB reader x (Douma)

Content: Sexual themes, somnophilia, belly bulge, slight degrading and praise kink, slight choking kink, dub-con, human reader, modern AU but demons still exist, Reader is Muzans daughter so Koku = bodyguard, Reader is a switch, and Reader is in college

Note: This is my first time and probably last I'll attempt to make a book(?) like this...💀💭 Btw demons somehow evolved and can change existing features now, so Koku can hide his extra pair of eyes (wow so amazing, btw if can change existing features that means they can grow bigger..

Edited: 6/24/2023

He couldn't help it, you looked so pretty whilst sleeping. His impatience only grew more hearing your low muffled ’mmh..’s in bed

Unable to resist, he crawled into your bed hovering over your sleeping body. You having such vulnerability due to being a human was cute.

Being able to do anything to your limp body felt like a dream, and so a hand hurriedly pulled your comfortable shorts down along with the blanket barely covering you,

exposed to the cold breeze, you let out a little concerned, and uncomfortable sound rolling a bit on the bed with your chest pressing against the mattress and head on its side facing right so you wouldn't suffocate.

He almost thought he woke you up for a second, but you happened to be a heavy sleeper this time... placing his cold hand on your waist felt like a lifeless cube of ice touched it making the warm temperature fade away,

The other hand, pushed your undergarment to the side. Contemplating if he should go back now, or take the chance he might never get again...

...

Barely the tip of his finger went inside, yet you already tightened up excessively. Again letting out a little grunt as your hand gripped onto the bedsheet weakly.

An attempt to push the finger in farther ended up successful, but damn are you tight. As his fingertips on your waist moved around, a spot repulsed and a shiver ran up your spine, which somehow made you loosen up

Slowly thrusting his finger in, and out felt euphoric. Who knows how long hes waited for a chance like this?

That finger always came out coated with your sticky fluids, his pace speedening along with him adding in another finger. Your little grunts slowly became moans, and your grip on the bedsheets became stronger

"Haah...n..–nh..!" Small beads of water formed in your eyes, dripping down from your cheeks from a sense of euphoria, who knew you'd be able to feel such pleasure?

Your eyes shot open after feeling a knot in your stomach snap loosely...and now wide awake, you got up with your knees pressed against your chest, and your back pressed against your soft pillows.

"What the fuck??" You pulled your blanket to cover yourself up, yet you were still rather wet. "...I'm sorry. Its just that..."

‹ Just that what? ›

The more he crawled closer to you, the more your knees pressed against your chest defensively, and your brows furrowed.

"Please... Spare me a chance." Saying that as he takes a large strand of your hair, pressing it against his mouth.

‹ Is he seriously seducing me when Its time to sleep? ›

Staring at him, as he pleaded desperately with a flustered face. An idea popped up, with a slight smile curling on your lips.

"Maybe. But just this once. Take advantage of me again and I'll have you killed."

...

As you sat down on his covered pelvis, it was truly sight to behold... You couldn't believe someone like him would act like this just to get his way with you. It was truly pathetic, yet adorable

His hands were tied up, above his head as he layed flat on his back. His expression was rather interesting, eyes scanning your body through the half transparent nightgown

"How about you keep your eyes on mine instead of letting it wander around like a stray animal?" You tugged on the tightly wrapped rope around his neck earning a sound of struggle escaping his lips, pulling him close to your face feeling a tent form. It took you by surprise since you were able to feel it clearly poke you, due to the fact your not wearing any undergarments now.

"Please... I need you.." He pleaded desperately, wanting you to start now. "Haah... What will I ever do with a pet dog like you?"

Your eyes broke contact with his just to look at his exposed chest, damn he was muscular. "Hmm..." Your lips parted, letting go of the rope as you placed your tongue slightly against his nipple. A little grunt could be heard as you tried to suck on it gently, unzipping his pants before pushing it downwards.

Pulling your mouth away, as you rubbed the tent in his boxers feeling it grow slightly larger. Stooping down before kissing his clothed crotch gently, leaving a wet circular mark on his boxers

Earning a satisfactory moan from him, you finally pulled down his boxers...and wow it was large.

He was rock hard, and it was rather veiny yet clean. Was he maintaining himself just for this specific moment? "Mmh... I can't believe your already this hard," Gripping onto his length loosely, trying to position yourself correctly, finally taking the tip inside of your mouth.

He was unbelievable cold almost everywhere, the sudden feeling of your warmth made him grunt loudly with his fists clenching tightly. As you started to bob your head up, and down slowly, it felt like you were going to choke with how girthy it was.

Your saliva drooped down your chin, to his length. You could hear grunts mixed with moans under his heavy breathing as he tried to maintain his composure. "Nnh...haaah."

His desperateness led to an imagination, where he could forcefully shove your head completely down on his length, wanting to see you gag, and seeing your visage clattered with strands of hair with tears streaming down your chin.

You, yourself was wet, even you started to become desperate down there. You couldn't deny that how he fingered you felt good, slim hands, muscular, strong, and knows how to please a woman. Hes the perfect man, and a possibly great addition to your collection of jewels.

...

That night felt like it had lasted forever, as reluctant you were to fulfill his desires, you accepted anyway.

His fingers were coated in your juices, as he buried his head into the crook of your chest, the both of you were trying your best to keep a poker face along with the composure you both had always tried to keep stable,

Although you were cold, and arrogant like your father, it seems you can't keep that futile resistance against him for any longer.

As your soft, vulnerable moans got louder, the faster his fingers slipped inside-out desperate to hear you call his name, you could feel your belly bulge, though not understanding how he could reach in so far, you enjoyed it, feeling his fingers inside of you, and feeling a bulge.

"Ahhn..– nggh! Koku! Haah..ah!" Tears started to form, drooping down your chin...alas you felt a familiar knot snap before releasing all over his fingers and bedsheets.

He moves away from your chest, shooting a pleading look as he impatiently held his manhood, you sighed, planting your hand into your forehead.

Barely his tip just entered but you could feel a shiver up your spine as it just slipped inside earning a satisfactory moan and shiver from you,

"Hhnn...you look so pretty when your expressions like that.."

You felt a little annoyed with how needy he was being, but ofcourse, its a little adorable too.

"Fine... I'll grant you permission just this one night, to do whatever I have to do to fulfill your childish desires." His eyes lit up in excitement, nodding slightly along with a light blush fading onto his cheeks. "What a good boy you are, following my orders..." His hands grabbed both of your wrists, pinning it down onto an empty space above your head, as he kissed you everywhere roughly.

Was quite a surprise with how warm his tongue felt since you'd expect that it'd be as cold as the rest of his body parts.

Placing the glass of wine down reluctantly, your eyes made contact with hers seeing her lips parting to say something. "Also, I think I heard some weird noises from your bedroom last night?? I don't know..." You forgot one of your friends was staying the night, and it isn't going so well now.

"Sorry, I was trying to finish something." You sighed, getting up from the stool to leave the lonely bar. "Your leaving already? Class doesn't start until the next hour." Her cheek squished against her hand with her elbow pressing against the wooden table, taking a sip of a cup filled with sprite.

"Something I need to attend to again, you'd better finish that cup of sprite quickly if you don't want me to leave without you."

Mizuki let out a sarcastic sound of annoyance as she got up and left the cup on the counter to go with you. ‹ Atta girl, › you slightly smiled, slightly seeing Kokushibou standing there, looking embarrassed in the corner of your eye.

Probably because of how Mizu asked about... Last night. And he also seemed a liiittle disappointed how you brushed it off as some sort of project.

#kokushibou #kokushibou x reader #Kokushibou smut #kokushibou x reader smut #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo x reader smut #kokushibo smut #kokushibou x afab reader #kokushibo x afab reader #kokushibo x afab reader smut #Kokushibou x afab reader smut

[kokusfluffyhair]

He takes YOUR clothes (slight NSFW/18+!)

Kokushibou is out for some revenge after you took his clothes😈

You went in the bath after a long day. You just wanted to relax and take time to yourself. Kokushibou had gone out on a mission a couple of days ago, and he probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow. You had been catching up on self-care and doing other things that you wanted to do without possibly being interrupted by your demon lover.

You don't really mind when he interrupts you, but still, he gets in the way sometimes.

After spending a lengthy time in the bath, you get out and dry yourself off. You then go out into the bedroom to put on the clothes you had set aside for yourself.

Except, they weren't there.

You were very confused. You rewind your memory and think through what you had done before you got in the bath and you swore you set out some clothes for after the bath. But, no problem, maybe you forgot after all. You could just go into the wardrobe and get what you wanted.

Except, there was not a single item of your clothing in your side of the wardrobe. The other side was filled as usual, but all with Kokushibou's clothes. You could try to wear them, but they'd be too big on you and would be basically falling off. But trying to wear Kokushibou's clothes wasn't what was on your mind. How the hell did all of your clothes disappear?

You're standing there naked and frozen in shock. Is this really happening? Is it a dream? Yes, maybe you fell asleep in the bath and this is your dream. It was relaxing enough in there to fall asleep.

"Looking for something, Love?"

You hear Kokushibou speaking in a teasing tone at the doorway to your bedroom.

He's back? You think. You hadn't planned for that.

You're not really embarrassed about being naked in front of him, because he's seen it all before, anyway. And, you're from a more modern time period so you aren't as modest as your demon lover is. You shamelessly turn around to face him, flashing him with the entire front side of your body.

But your expression and your confidence immediately changes. You see the clothes you set aside for yourself draped over Kokushibou's broad shoulder. Kokushibou is snickering under his breath with a very mischievous look on his face.

Yeah, he looks like this. He's enjoying every minute.

Your face gets red. "Koku, ehm ... what are ..." You smile nervously. "What are you doing back so soon?"

Kokushibou pats the clothes draped over his shoulder. "You know that I can't bear being away from you, my dearest y/n," he says.

He's still snickering like a naughty child. He never got to do shit like this as a kid because his dad would have beat him up if he did, so you can't blame the man, but still ...

... he has your clothes.

"Koku, give me back my clothes," you say, a bit sternly.

"Ah, it doesn't feel so good, does it," he says and hums a "mhm" to himself. "Do you not remember when you played a sneaky little trick on me when I was washing?"

Of course you did.

"Ah." You scratch your head. "So, it's payback."

He pats the clothes over his shoulder. "You couldn't find anything in there either, could you, my love?" His eyes gesture to the wardrobe behind you.

You're starting to get angry now. You might have taken his clothes but you didn't do this. "Yeah, and what happened to all of my other clothes, huh?"

Kokushibou snorts. He wants to burst out laughing but he's holding it back. "I took them away."

"You did what!?"

He giggles a little. "I took them away," he repeats in a sing-songy tone.

"To where?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Somewhere."

You strictly extend your arm. "Kokushibou, give me my clothes."

"You'll have to catch me!" He runs off.

You know how fast he is and he's much faster than you, so you don't even take the time to throw on one of his kimonos so you have something covering you. You run out of the bedroom, completely naked, and chase after him with all of your might. Kokushibou doesn't go so fast that you lose him, but he stays a distance ahead of you. You can hear him laughing and you can see him looking back at you, very obviously enjoying the view.

The two of you keep running through the Infinity Castle like that, making a huge ruckus. Kokushibou knows that the inside of the castle should be kept quiet, so he runs outside onto the ground.

Oh fuck! You think. You hesitate to continue to run after him, but you do it anyway. You're going to get him and teach him a lesson. Your determination to do that outweighs the shame you'd have for running outdoors naked.

"Y/n! Y/n! You're slow!" Kokushibou calls. He laughs harder. It's a really hearty kind of laugh, coming straight from the depths of his belly.

It's nice that he's having so much fun, and hearing him laugh so much is making you smile but DAMMIT YOU WANT YOUR CLOTHES.

Kokushibou takes you half a lap around the castle before he intentionally slows down, having tortured you enough (and having gotten enough of the view he wanted). He stops suddenly, and you're going at your top speed. You aren't able to come to a halt immediately, so you slide into him, knocking him onto the ground. The next thing you know, you're on top of him.

Kokushibou is laughing and grabbing at your body. His eyes are so full of life and of course, he's blushing.

"I like you right here, exactly as you are," he says to you and gives your bare ass a squeeze.

Now that you caught him and can snatch your clothes to put them on whenever you want to, you're laughing, too. You grind against his clothed crotch. He grunts and groans under his breath, staring into you eyes as he starts to help you move in the way he wants.

The two of you are so much in the moment that you've forgotten that you're outside.

"Ahh ... Kokushibou ..." you say quietly and bring your lips to his. You don't hesitate to stick your tongue in his mouth as you kiss him.

This is perfect. Both of you are on the way to reach feelings of bliss, and your mouths are already feeling them. Until ...

... there is an angry knocking at the window.

You had chased Kokushibou halfway around the Infinity Castle, and when you tackled him to the ground, you ended up just a couple meters away from the castle wall.

The knocking continues, harder this time. Your lips part from Kokushibou's.

Kokushibou scowls. "Who's disturbing us now ...?"

You were both still riding on the remnants of your ecstasy that you still haven't realised that you were not in private.

The window opened.

"KOKUSHIBOU," came Muzan's snapping, angry voice.

Kokushibou looked petrified. He gasped a little.

Your body started to shiver. You stared down at Kokushibou. You wouldn't dare look up at that window.

"Y-yes, Muzan-sama ...?" Kokushibou spoke, trying to conceal how his voice was shaking. He looked up at the window with his middle and upper eyes.

Muzan was leaning out the window, dressed in a white shirt and ornate vest. "WHAT do you think you are doing out here ..." Every word that came out of his mouth was like a sharp dagger.

Kokushibou's Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed a thick, sour clump of saliva. "I am -- I am -- I --" He couldn't speak.

"Get this filthy work away from my wing," Muzan sneered. "If it were anyone else but you, Kokushibou, both of you would be dead."

"I -- Yes, Muzan-sama. Yes," Kokushibou said.

"I will count to five and you better be out of my sight."

It didn't even take until Muzan counted to one before Kokushibou had you wrapped in his arms and evacuated the area. He sped at his top speed back to your wing and delivered you both to your bedroom.

He was careful when he set you down on the futon, but with himself, he was not so gentle. His knees buckled from under him and he fell to the floor. His face, ears, and neck were all as red as a bright tomato.

"Kokushibou," you said and went over to him. You wrapped an arm around him and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Kokushibou, it'll be all right."

"I ... can't believe ... this happened ..." he said. He covered his face with his hands.

"It'll be fine. Muzan's just grumpy. He won't hold it against you."

"I will never live this down ..."

"Just give it time." You kiss him in his hair.

He takes some deep breaths. You continue to kiss him in his hair and stroke his hair. It calms him.

"It'll all be fine ... it'll all be fine ..." you say in a soothing voice.

"Y-yes." He puffs out a long, loud deep breath. "Thank you, y/n." He takes another deep breath and looks at you. "I know I can overcome anything as long as you're by my side."

You tuck some of his bangs behind his ear and give him a kiss to his forehead. He sighs.

"You should get dressed now. I do apologise for how this turned out." He bows his head to you.

You gently push at his chin to rise his head. "There's no need. Really." You smile. "It was fun."

Kokushibou smiles a little. "Also, your half of the wardrobe is packed in the other room. I didn't dispose of anything." He snickers. He then turns to his other shoulder where he had been carrying your clothes. But when he turns, nothing is there.

You lean over to see. "Ehm ... where's the stuff I wanted to wear after my bath."

He looks at you, his face beet red again. "I must have dropped it." He falls backwards onto the futon and stares up at the ceiling. "I am an idiot."

You snicker and cuddle up to him. "But you're my idiot."

#kokushibo #kokushibou kny #kokushibou x you #kokushibo x y/n #kokushibo x reader #kokushibou smut #kny x y/n #kokupuffs #kokushibo simps

[slutsssphobia]

Hii could I request Kokushibo with a female demon reader who has big boobs?

I started writing this so fast I can relate to having a big chest. . !

𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗈.. 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍. . .! (𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌! <3)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝖻 𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻,𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌,𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀??).

𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗄𝗈𝗄𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖽𝖾.

First off, he admires everything about you. But if he was being honest it would be your boobs that would catch his eye.

When you guys have sex he leaves marks all over them, by the time he's done with you you'll have hickies all over.

He uses them as cushions when he's been stressed lately he doesn't really care where you are he'll just lay in between each breast and drown in them.

His favorite position is cow girl, he gets a view of your breasts jumping as you bounce up and down on him. He loves seeing them recoil as you slap against his dick.

When you give him head he will have one hand cupping your warm breast as you deep throat him. Just the sight of you in front of him gets him harder.

He loves when you squish your breasts on his cock, the feeling makes him drool it feels amazing to him. He guides your breasts up and down his cock and finally releases on them.

When is comes to nipple play kokushibou gets down to business he doesn't play.

He will suck,pinch,bite,anything to your nipples. He will please you in any possible way he can.

He usually rolls your nipples in-between his cold finger stimulating it a bit before sliding his warm tongue against the soft flesh.

#demon slayer smut #demon slayer #kny smut #kny #smut #demon slayer smuts #kokushibou #kokushibou smut #demon slayer kokushibo

[gods-bastard18]

First, please excuse the shitty writing, this is my first time posting and writing smut. Constructive criticism is very much welcome!  The reader could be seen as male or female.

Riding Kokushibou as he’s trying to meditate in the infinity fortress. His breathing is ragged and deep, eyes occasionally twitching before slipping open and falling closed again. His dick twitches every now and then, causing breathy moans to sound next to his ear. You, clenching tightly, moving faster to chase your release as your lovely Koku’s cock throbs inside of you which drive your moves to quicken. The throbbing in your loins becomes incessant between your legs and beloved’s cock twitch. His rough hands fly to your waist holding you against him while he cums inside you, while your hole milks him while you’re lost in your own blissful orgasm.

As you come down you feel how tight his grip on your waist is. Enough to bruise your delicate human skin, before the grip loosens and he leans against you, breathing deeply. He lifts his head, staring into your eyes before inching forward and pressing his cold lips against yours. His tongue sliding along your bottom lip before forcing it between you lips and into your mouth. You moved your own tongue along his sharp teeth.

Despite the occasional fear of being eaten, it couldn’t change how this demon had found a way into your heart.

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut? #kokushibo #x reader #kokushibou smut #sub kokushibo

[honey-lemonz]

Kokushibou and the archer part. 4

“An upper rank is dead.”

Kokushibou, as loyal as ever, stood before Muzan with the rest of the twelve kizuki. Upper rank six were killed in the red-light district due to the demon slayer with the hanafuda earrings and a hashira of what Muzan retorted “of considerable weakness”, either way now times were against many of the upper ranks. This was the first time in centuries an upper rank of the twelve kizuki were killed. As Muzan gave orders to Gyoko and Hantengu about their attack set on the swordsmith village, leaving upper rank one’s mind wandered elsewhere. A familiar archer’s eyes and hands made his spine shiver. For what purpose of the shiver? Kokushibou could not tell or know fully.

“Kokushibou? Kokushibou!” Kokushibou quickly cut out of his personal fantasy and cut his 3 sets of eyes at his fellow upper ranks. What could the scum around him want now? He said nothing and only looked at upper rank two, Douma. His rainbow-colored eyes held a mysteriousness within them, meaning some sort of sadistic idea was going to burn away somewhere. Kokushibou could scowl at the idea of whatever this fool could be entertained by. Douma began to speak, “Well, since you heard Lord Muzan speak on the recent killing of Daki and Gyutaro which is so sad.” The demon pretended to shed tears of sadness and went on about his poor underlings and what he considered siblings being ruthlessly killed considering their past which Kokushibou cut out and ignored for he didn’t care.

“Your point?” The samurai spoke sternly, he didn’t care what this clown had to say since he disrupted his mind wandering and being alone with his thoughts. Douma quickly wiped away his “tears” which there weren’t any. He can’t cry from what Kokushibou could clearly see. “Oh, well Nakime recalled that the archer demon fella you know was seen within the discards of the red-light district. Lord Muzan didn’t talk about it or anything. So, since you know this demon perhaps, we could recruit him to fill in for Gyutaro? Whittaya think?” Douma leaned too close into the samurai’s space for his liking but the words he spoke next would anger him farther. “Well, I would love to give him a share of my blood. The look of him drinking it and being all inside him, watching him grow strong from my blood makes me want to melt huh? Then we would be bonded forever, ugh~ just imagine!” Douma’s words even made Akaza’s skin crawl. Upper rank three despite punching and wanting to kill his superiors sensed something amiss.

The surrounding air around Kokushibou grew darker. The surreal feeling of bloodlust embodied the air. The older demon turned his head towards upper rank two slowly. His words cut deeper than his sword could now. If he wanted to, he could kill Douma without a care, but the hierarchy and whatnot. “The archer is not of your concern and never will be.” Within a flash, the eldest upper rank was gone. While Douma and the other two demons took a moment to react, half of Douma’s head was cut off in a simple slash. Nakime quickly with a strum of her biwa sent the other two away at once away from the infinity palace. Kokushibou found himself at the remains of the red-light district. The moon was high into the night sky. Barely even midnight, the demon used his sets of eyes to scan the surroundings for any truth in Douma’s words. Even if what he said was correct why should the samurai be angered. The archer was an independent demon who despised the twelve kizuki for personal reasons not even Kokushibou could figure out. But in what world would he take Douma’s blood, why when he is the strongest? His blood wouldn’t be tainted by the humans Douma devours on a regular basis.

Kokushibou bit down on his lip so tightly it bled, scarlet red drips from his mouth. Staining his pale and cold skin. The demon felt centuries worth of anger and rage thrash in his entire being. ‘The night is still young, if the archer were here, he’d be cornered. There would be no point of him being here.’ Kokushibou reasoned within himself, if he was here then an attack would be hurling towards him. Kokushibou disappeared from the rubble of the red-light. He found himself on the outskirts of the city near an open patch of field. His senses were guiding him this way. His last bout with the archer made his smell and aura very hard to miss. The demon just as Kokushibou had calculated was slinked over in a tree. His body was cast within a shadow making it hard for him to be seen. But his eyes shined evidently in the moonlight, as a lion with his prey his eyes were aligned straight with Kokushibou’s first pair of eyes. The night was silent in the small field, the humans within the red-light were too far away to hear or see the stand off about to take place.

The archer demon, otherwise referred to as Yasumebe [Name] didn’t move towards Kokushibou. Their last bout was a little over a hundred years ago and left some nasty remarks and memories. Whether it was the pride Kokushibou held or the little shame within his mind he kept from being human that he eternally blocked out those memories completely. But that doesn’t mean his body doesn’t remember, yes, his mind lacked the connotation Yasumebe’s stare had on him, but his body did. His body secretly craved the attention and feeling, the absolute abuse the archer put through. Not just the thrill of an exciting battle but rather the tender and more explicit side of his body craved. The touch of a thousand swords could never beat the long engulfing feeling of pure sexual arousal. Kokushibou, no matter how much meditation or pure and thorough training could make his body go back the same way as before. Times of his own privacy the core of his abdominal begged for the tightly wound coil to snap within him, letting him experience the bliss his body needed once more.

But here he stood, not moving but only observing the archer, neither spoke. An exchange of words would only lead to a fight, but it seemed neither of them wanted to. The archer then finally spoke, “You have nothing to acknowledge do you? Upper rank? Nothing at all?” He looked enthused, almost joyful if it wasn’t for the smirk spreading across his face. [Name’s] large kasa hat covered most of the upper half of his face but the lower half smirked greatly. His lips curved into an almost joyfully cruel smile. He asked the samurai demon once more. “So, your memory fails you no Upper rank? You have come all this way for a reason, not to eat and devour the fools among the red-light district remains, is it?”. The demon moved off the high branch of the tree he sat upon and jumped down to the empty field across from Kokushibou. Kokushibou stayed in his position but kept his eyes on [Name], what could he be speaking of? What acknowledgement is he speaking of?

“You hunted me down Upper rank, what comes about then? Why have you cornered me here? Your mind seems at halt, but your body still has a memory, doesn’t it?” The archer crossed his arms against his chest, he looked just as well-fit and neat as he did before. His appearance was still the same. The shape of a phoenix demon slayer mark curved along his jaw and down his neck and towards his chest. Before he met Yasumebe, Kokushibou had no idea the breathing styles worked for other weapons. However, Kokushibou now could see the archer didn’t have his arrows nor his bow. Therefore, a fight would be useless, as if disappointment was evident the archer summoned an arrow with his blood demon art and twirled it between his fingers playfully. “Ah, you didn’t come here for just a fight, did you? Ask what brought you here Upper rank. My patience is thinning.” The archer crouched down into a squatting position and pointed the arrow directly at where Kokushibou’s heart would be. Kokushibou stifled, his tone wasn’t serious or playful, he was dead serious.

“Another Upper rank demon of the twelve kizuki has spoken to you. Yes, or no?” Kokushibou started “Straightforward as ever aren’t your Upper rank? But to humor your troubling worries no, I have not spoken or seen another upper ranking demon of the twelve demon moons at all, other than the fool I am speaking to now.” Kokushibou hissed and began to correct the archer.

“Watch your tongue, Yasumebe. Know and acknowledge your place within this moment. I have no need for your arrogance and ignorance.” This made the archer lean his head up completely, now his attention has been captured completely.

“Oi, oi, Upper rank. I acknowledge your power here and I acknowledge your weakness. Your memory is failing you. Perhaps I should remind you within the time we have… However, I just have a question to start with then.” The demon stood slowly and began to approach Kokushibou, he slowly walked toward the samurai demon. His eyes locked with the second pair of eyes on Kokushibou. His voice unwavering but deadly calm. His twisted and cruel smirk lined his lips, the moonlight cast a shadow over his face again due to the kasa.

“Why does it matter if another upper rank came and spoke to me? Did your body feel betrayed at the idea of another letting me use them for entertainment? Or did you come here to cure your bodily amnesia?” the demon asked. He looked enthused at what answer could come about Kokushibou. “I care not of what they think of me now. But answer upper rank, my patience is getting close to snapping. I’m being as nice to give you a chance.” Kokushibou stifled but he recomposed himself. “If another weaker demon were to impose on- “

“Impose on what Upper rank?” The archer was now a foot away from him, the arrow now pointed downward towards Kokushibou’s feet. “What would another weaker demon impose on? Tell me, answer my dying question?” The archer moved forward again, now he was inches away. Kokushibou felt his heart rate speed up, was this fear? No, he wasn’t afraid. He was afraid at the feeling of death being inflicted on him but now he felt his abdomen tighten. He took a step back.

“Ah, I see. Your body does remember, your mind is keeping it from enjoying it then. I’ll adjust and fix that for the both of us then.” The archer within a snap of his fingers quickly let the arrow stab into Kokushibou’s foot. The samurai was quick enough to dodge the first arrow but when the second came after he wasn’t as prepared. His senses were off, his mind was hazy, and his body felt warm. Like the sun was beating against his skin, his pairs of eyes closed slowly. The lowest pair of eyes were open when the archer was sitting in front of him. The scenery was changing, were they still in the field? Where was he? When did he-?

“Such a pain, if you would have been a better brat then maybe this would have been easier. The arrow point wisteria must be working…You’re still semi-awake.” Kokushibou fought to open all his eyes, his vision was unfocused, and his limbs felt numb. His eyes finally focused and saw he was in a dark room. The only light-source was the small lamp in the corners of the room. He felt a gnawing sense of pain course throughout his body. His body was against the patted bedding on the floor. A thin mat with blankets underneath his body, the strong smell of iron engulfed his nose. His sensory functions were heavily delayed and altered. The pain overtook everything.

Kokushibou tried his best to angle himself to see what was causing the amount of pain he was experiencing. Arrows dripping in wisteria poison and blood other than his own. The arrows were embedded within his limbs and joints. His body was on fire, tingles spread against his skin, he slowly angled himself back on the mat. His stomach and front of his body were pushed against the bedding and floor. Only leaving his backside facing upward. He was stuck. The demon heard what could be an airy chuckle, Kokushibou turned his head to face the direction of where the noise came from. Within the darkness [eye color] eyes shined and beamed back at him. Staring at him pitifully with no care or remorse. The archer was slumped in a chair near the only lamp within the room in the corner. He rested his head in his palm, his kasa hat was discarded beside the chair. His long [hair color] hair was pushed back away from his eyes and face. The beauty of his face was like a work of art, no matter how much hatred and anger Kokushibou felt in his body, the pleasure and pure anticipation he felt between his legs subdued that hatred.

“Had your fill? Or do you want to continue playing dumb and we can get this over with?” Yasumebe asked, his voice dripped in disgust and pure arousal. The look of lust and desire he basked in was addicting. Kokushibou’s mind was melting as he knew it, like his body was setting up for something it was made to do over a thousand times. He opened his mouth to speak but [Name] came and stopped him. He lowered himself to the floor to be at Kokushibou’s forced level. “Shh, upper rank, I promised you to help you regain your memory as my purposeful bitch in heat, didn’t I? I’ll fill you up so many times you can regain all your memories and never suffer from this awful case of amnesia.”

The archer grasped his jaw and moved his thumb into Kokushibou’s mouth gently. Naturally by muscle memory, rather than bite Kokushibou started to suckle and tease with his tongue on [Name’s] finger. The archer’s smirk grew widely, but he removed his finger and began removing the fabric belt keeping his hakama pants tied to his waist. Kokushibou’s mouth salivated and opened on instinct at the sight of Yasumebe’s cock, the archer was surprised he did not even need to speak to the upper rank.

Mouth ajar and tongue out Kokushibou’s mouth awaited in anticipation for [Name’s] cock to stuff it full and for his throat to abused fully. Yasumebe found humor in the way an Upper rank demon as powerful and as fearful as Kokushibou, was begging like a bitch in heat for his throat to be fucked by another demon who bested him in any way possible. He slowly entered his cock into Kokushibou’s mouth, the upper rank wrapped his tongue like a snake around the thick and large dick within his mouth. Once fully pushed all the way to the hilt, [Names’] pubic hair tickling his lower eyes and filling all his senses at once along with the pain of the poison coursing through his body, Kokushibou moaned deeply at the feeling. His throat was pushed so wide, his lungs couldn’t get enough hair in and out, the gagging sound from the back of his throat where the tip of the archer’s cock was made his throat tighten and quiver. His upper set of eyes closed out of pure bliss, the thrumming ace of pain and his own cock springing to life under his weight brought his haze-like state into pure fantasy. Was this what his mind wanted to forget so badly? His body felt so at peace being abused and used like a proper sex slave.

His only purpose was to fuck and swallow how much cum [Name] could dump into him. The archer closed his eyes out the feeling if such a warm, tight pussy-like throat. “That’s its upper rank… use your throat to milk it all out… been pent up for eons for your cunt. I’m going to stuff your throat so good…” Yasumebe was mumbling while slowly rocking his hips into Kokushibou’s throat. Kokushibou’s jaw went slack, as much as the poison and the uncomfortable position was, he slowly with as much strength as he could have, he rutted his thighs against the bedding to get some friction against his cock. The slow rocking then turned into harsh and fast ruts against Kokushibou’s throat. He gagged and tried breathing though his nose, even concentration of breath was useless with thew archer demons’ erotic pace and sounds of pleasure. Groans and curses under his breath lit a fire in Kokushibou’s soul. His tongue moved quickly while eagerly tightening his throat and focusing on the tip of Yasumebe’s cock. Sucking in his cheeks to create more force and flattening his tongue to lick up and taste up off the thick and delicious precum coming out of the tip.

“Enjoying yourself Upper Rank? Good we are only getting started…”

TO BE CONTINUED-

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[mrskokushibo]

To Succumb

Kokushibo x Fem!Reader

I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

Synopsis: You are a Hashira, and on your mission, you encounter Upper Moon One. What happens next is beyond your wildest dreams.

Warnings: SMUT. Vaginal penetration. Creampie. Oral. Rough oral. Mild degradation (mainly verbal) Fem!Submission. Dom!Kokushibo.

A/N: It seems as there is some anticipation built up for this one. Thank you for your request, Anon. ( Link to the request.)

Wordcount: 2552

Masterlist

As you ventured into the forest, with every step you took, the light was fading more and more, and almost unnatural darkness was invading the space between the tall trees. Your steps were muffled by the softness of the moss as if you were treading on a carpet.

The reason you embarked on the several-mile-long journey was a suspected demon sighting near a village in the vicinity of the Demon Slayer headquarters. Its' inhabitants have been supportive of the secretive organisation for centuries. They practiced and honoured the recently ostracised culture of the samurai. Unfortunately, in the past few months, the authorities took an interest in that, with soldiers being sent to inspect and invigilate the villagers. It was all but a minor nuisance until a whole squadron of soldiers disappeared on the way to the village. This made the local law enforcement even more suspicious and there were measures to be taken. Increased harassment and surveillance of the villagers would also put the secrecy of the location of Demon Slayer Corps headquarters at risk.

The news reached Master Ubuyashiki and a suspicion of demons lurking in the forest nearby arose. It would not be out of the question if Muzan was starting to sniff out the location of the headquarters. As a devoted Hashira, you volunteered to take the assignment to inspect the area for possible demons. You decided to go alone, as it was easier to stay unnoticed by the authorities. The last thing anyone needed at this point was both demons and law enforcement getting too close to the headquarters.

You were in one of the deepest parts of the forest now. The foliage was much denser here, vines covered the knotted tree trunks and the moss was so thick that your feet sunk with every step. Only faint rays of sunlight were now reaching the forest floor and your senses were on alert.

And that is when you spotted it. A demon. He was tall and with a powerful build, dressed in a traditional outfit of hakama and kimono, with long red-black hair tied in a thick and unruly ponytail, and layered bangs framing his face. His clothes were black and purple and he had a huge katana stuck under his obi. The saya of the sword was red and decorated with eyes, that seemed to be … moving. He had his left hand casually resting on the tsuka of the katana. The hand had a completely normal human anatomy, indicating, that he most likely kept his human body. His face was that of an unusually handsome human male, however now demonically transformed by six red eyes. He was impressive.

And as you looked into his eyes, you noticed it, the writing, kanji for Upper Moon One… Your heart sunk like a millstone, hindering any movement from you. You were as good as dead now. There was no way you could stand a chance against one of the upper-rank demons. And this was number one, the strongest of them all. His aura was palpable, slowly gripping you like a vice. He was emitting such darkness that it felt like the night has already begun.

‘Greetings, slayer’

A deep, resounding, and dignified voice filled the space between you. His tone was condescending and he sneered.

‘Have you come to fight me?’

He thought you a pitiful little creature, yet he had to admire your bravery, to do what was right according to your orders, that was something he did have respect for.

He started moving toward you, his aura gripping you tighter with every step he took. You were almost choking, your whole body squeezed by the pressure. Slowly a different sensation began to arise. To your dismay, you were becoming… aroused. The pressure did not discriminate and with so much of it being exerted on your breasts and between your legs that it was no wonder that it gained this kind of unwanted effect on you. This was also enhanced by his imposing and stunning appearance. He might have been a demon, but by retaining an almost completely normal human form, he made any man you ever met in your life appear like a boy in comparison.

*What is this?* You were so ashamed of how your body was reacting to someone you should be only feeling hatred towards.

To make things worse, he started speaking again in scorn.

‘Oh, how amusing, little slayer, I see you are a whore too, not just a tragic little Hashira.’

You were aware of the existence of a special ability called the transparent world and obviously, this demon had full control over that ability. How else could he see what you were experiencing? You were good at hiding your emotions, one of the lucky ones to not even blush when embarrassed.

As he was approaching a nagging thought kept on bothering you. *Why doesn’t he just kill me? He would be done with me in seconds.*  What you did not understand, is that from his perspective you were neither vicious nor powerful enough to satisfy his appetite, and yet he could not help but admire your bravery in facing him completely on your own and not just turning on your heel and running.

‘I will kill you, demon. I will bring your head to the Master. You’ll see.’

Your pathetic and futile threat embarrassed even yourself as soon as the words left your lips.

‘Ubuyashiki, that annoying weakling? Oh no, it is his head I will take to MY Master.’

He sneered again, his deep voice carrying a menacing tone.

He was now straight in front of you, his tall figure towering over you.

‘Undress and kneel!’ his commanding tone left no room for resistance, so you did as you were told.

Your thoughts were muddled, his aura burning into you, clouding your mind, and making your body heat up. When all control was lost, your hands wandered to his groin, cupping his clothed manhood. He did not stop you, only looked down at you with nostrils flaring and lips twisted in a vicious smirk. He was not fully erect, but as soon as your hands touched him, his cock started twitching and growing to a monstrous size.

Without a word, he removed his hakama and the obi holding his kimono together. As it came undone the arousal you felt deepened causing your pussy to leak uncontrollably. You have never seen a male body this perfect, never of such an imposing size and stature. Even his voice was now sending you into overdrive as he spoke with a stoic look in his eyes

‘I might just as well have some fun with you, little whore. You seem to be asking for it and I just so happen to be in the mood to grant someone’s wish.’

He sneered sarcastically, almost amused by his own witty comment.

‘Take it in your mouth’ his deep voice now commanded.

Forgetting your orders from Master Ubuyashiki, forgetting who you were, you leaned forward and opened your mouth wide while encircling the base of his shaft with both your hands. Your mouth was now slowly taking him in, your tongue lapping up the salty precum. Surprisingly, he tasted human. He was patient with your slow progress, with eyes closed, he was savouring the sensation that the inside of your mouth was causing him to feel.

You kept on sucking, but you neither could go deep enough nor suck any faster. He was too big. You were making cute little wet, gagging noises and your eyes were tearing from the strain. He had his large hand on your head all the while you were working away on his cock. Suddenly, he grabbed your hair and yanked it back, pulling you off and away from his dick.

‘This is not good enough’ he hissed and with that pushed you onto the soft moss. You were now flat on your back, waiting in anticipation while he was slowly removing the remainder of his clothing.

He then kneeled between your legs and batted them away with his large thighs, so you would be nice and wide open for him. He hovered above you and without a warning, pushed his entire length into you as you screamed at the initial pain that this caused you. You were literally impaled on him and you could not believe something so huge could fit inside your small hole. His thrusts were strong and rough, but in no time at all your discomfort was turning into pleasure as your pussy was clenching and sopping all over his huge cock.

He was so deep inside you that you could feel him pressing into your cervix. Your pussy was being moulded to his cock’s shape and size, you were shocked that you were taking him so well, so willingly. Fuck, no man has ever made you feel so full, so satiated, and at the same time craving more. You started to move your hands all over his shoulders, chest, and abs, running them through his thick black hair. He was magnificent and you wanted him now so badly to fill you up with his seed. The indecent thoughts startled you yet you were too lost in the pleasure to care about decency.

You were moaning and screaming. ‘More…more…harder… please…’ You were mumbling and pulling on his mane. His thrusts were brutal and the force was sending you deeper into the moss. But you wanted it this way. Your pussy clenching and spasming, every sensitive spot being stimulated at the same time, the knot in your belly pulling your aching clitoris and pussy tighter and tighter together, until it burst to cause an orgasm that made your body spasm and shiver, your juices squirt out and your mouth elicited a scream that lasted for a good ten seconds.

When you were done with your climax, he paused for a moment and looked at you, cocking his head and smirking:

‘Where is the brave Hashira now, hm? You wanted to kill me and bring my head to your master and instead, you let me fuck you. You let a demon fuck you.’

He savoured the last sentence.

His long index finger was tracing the outline of your face, your lips, your profile, and your eyebrows, causing small electric shocks of pleasure to burst out under your delicate skin. He continued talking.

‘You know, you are pretty, clever, and skilled enough for me to make you my private little oiran.’

He nearly chuckled but the idea must have aroused him more, as he resumed his thrusts with far more power and speed. His teeth were gritted and he was close to his own climax. His abs contracted as his rough hips were thrusting into you, faster and harder and deeper. And then his thrusts grew slower and with one deep shove into you he emptied himself inside you, you could feel a bulge forming on your belly, you were so full.

When he pulled out, his semen run out of your pussy and all over your thighs and his twitching cock sprayed out some more on your belly. You were completely out of breath, but he seemed unmoved. You looked down and his cock was again semi-erect.

‘Lick it clean, my little whore’

And you did not need encouragement anymore, he was training you well, and you were becoming just that, his whore. You went on all four and started licking his dick, the combined flavour of both your sexes was enticing your taste buds. You closed your eyes and soon he was hard again, thick veins, like ropes snaking around his girthy shaft.

He grabbed your hair, twirled it around his wrist, and pushed your head down onto his cock making you gag. He was moving your head for you at a tempo he desired, with no concern for you choking on his huge manhood. Drool was dripping down your chin as he kept on the self-indulgent action, the sloppy gagging noises making him harder every time he pushed your head down.

Eventually, he let up, loosening the grip on your hair, and you, as driven by instinct, pulled away from him, wiping away the spit and tears caused by this rough mouth fucking.

He turned you around so that your ass was now high up in the air, facing him, and pushed your head down, his hand sliding down to an iron grip around the back of your neck. He grabbed his stiff cock and placed the tip at your entrance, then placed his large hand on your ass, and once again, with one ruthless thrust, he shoved himself fully into you. At this point you were already adjusted, wet enough and your genitals deliciously blood-filled and swollen that the action caused you nothing but extreme pleasure.

He was so much deeper inside you now as well. You felt his tip entering your cervix for every thrust. His heavy balls were slapping against your clit and the chokehold on your neck was depriving you of just enough air that you were hovering on the border of being semi-conscious. Thanks to the transparent world, he had perfect control of you. You were his little fuck toy now.

You knew you would soon come and you were letting him guide you toward the peak of your ecstasy. He was close too, every thrust growing sloppier and deeper, until after one deep push into you, he stopped and sprayed his seed straight into your cervix, his twitching and spasming cock shoved in and out of it with a slow pumping motion. This made you come as well and you were once again screaming and shaking uncontrollably.

When both of you finally descended from your respective highs, he spoke in a hushed and serious tone.

‘You see, what you have just done, is final. You can no longer return to your little slayer friends. They will recognise the smell of a demon on you. They will smell my seed. This is nothing you can wash out, not even if you tried. And I will not grant you the mercy of honourable death. So, you only have two choices: abandon being a Hashira and live the rest of your days in regret of what could have been, or succumb to me and become mine forever.’

This was all he said and now it was your turn to choose. You thought of how hard you worked to become a Hashira and how awful a dull, mundane life would feel after that. You could always commit seppuku, but it was not in your character to ever do a thing like that. You thought of all the brave men dying off around you and how lonely you felt knowing you would never find anyone to belong to.

At this moment, this choice was a terrible one, but this demon made you experience what no man ever managed to give you. Your flesh craved him, your mind was engulfed by him and you could feel a faint voice of your soul urging you to let go, to follow your destiny.

And when pulling his head closer to yours into a deep and passionate kiss, you knew now, that your fate was sealed for all time to come.

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[dahliamalfoy97]

ETERNALLY YOURS- Kokushibo x reader one shot

Synopsis: this is an au where Kokushibo is still a demon but it’s more of a legend type thing and the villagers fear him because he steals girls at night and disappears with them. I’m not going to give too much away because I don’t want to spoil. You’ll just have to read below to find out what it’s about.

Warning: SMUT 18+ content, MDNI, kidnapping, mentions of murder and killing, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral sex, blowjob, penetration, praise kink, degradation kink, choking, blood, umm just explicit content so beware.

Word Count: 3,924

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They say he comes at night.

On the night of every full moon, the Demon of the Night will randomly kidnap a girl and that girl would never return. No one knew what this monster did with the girls he took but everyone had a feeling he either fed on them or killed them.

So everyone was terrified of him. Everyone except for you. You were curious of the man of legend. But you yourself wanted to be taken away from this place. You hated it here in your hometown. You hated the people. They had tormented you ever since your parents had died in a fire. You had been the survivor but you had been left with some gnarly scars specifically on your face. So you were often bullied and mocked for your appearance. Even the adults would take part in your torture. You hated everyone of them. And wished death would either come to them or to you. To save you from this never ending hell.

Since no one would take you in, you were left sleeping in a barn in a loft, up above the horses and cows. It often stunk and your clothes were always filthy and torn, but it was better than nothing. You often were able to sneak into the baths at night to avoid the townspeople. You had often wondered about running away from this hometown and starting a new life, but you were worried about how outsiders would see you. So you stayed.

It was a few minutes before midnight, the moon was full and brighter than ever. But tonight instead of it's usual white color, it was a deep red. You wondered if this would be your night. this had been a night you had definitely cleaned yourself for. For you didn't want to be filthy. You wanted to be ready for him.

Unable to sleep, you lie awake on the makeshift bed you had created from your clothes, staring out the window at the moon. Waiting.

Thirty minutes had passed and there was still no sign of the demon.

Suddenly, screaming fills the night outside. You get up to peak outside the window. Your eyes widen when you see the town in flames. You scramble up, and head down the ladder. You run outside but a hand grabs you, and you're yanked against the barn wall.

A tall figure has you pinned but you can make out the face because it's covered with a hood.

"Are you ready my love?" A deep low voice rumbles and you can't help but bite your lip.

"Are you him? The Demon of The Night?" You ask, desperately trying to get a look at what hid underneath the shadows of his hood.

"Yes, I've come to take you with me".

"Then please take me away."

Urgently, he scoops you in his arms, arms hooked underneath your legs, bridal style you are whisked away through what appears to be black mist. You cling tightly to him, not sure where he was taking you. But you didn't care.

He sets you down on what appears to be a bed in a darkly lit room. He sits beside you.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Not you, dear one. You're the only one I don't want to kill. I want you to be mine, my queen."

You shake your head covering your face, "but why me? I'm ugly. A monster. Were the other girls not enough for you?"

Ripping your hands away from your face, He yanks his hood down and suddenly you're met with not one but 3 pairs of golden eyes, covered in deep red sclera. You reach out to touch his face, with is marred with reddish flame scar like mark decorating the left corner of his forehead stopping right above his ear and then he had some more on his right chin. You weren't disgusted. But merely curious. You were sure most people would be repulsed by such a face. But you- you found him beautiful. He had long black hair that cascaded into waves all the way past his waist.

"You're not ugly, you are gorgeous," he growls, "Compared to me you are everything this world doesn't deserve. Those girls causes you harm. That's why I kidnapped and killed them."

You gasp, eyes widening, "you killed them for me?"

He holds your hands in his letting you continue to map him with your hands, "you prayed for someone to save you from that hell of a town right? For someone to make them pay for hurting you every day?"

Again you're taken aback, "how did you know?"

He presses a kiss to your right hand, fire shoots into your entire soul, you didn't know why a demon made your soul soar. Him, out of all beings was the one to send shivers of warmth down your spine, the one to make your twos curl. But here you were out of breath from just the small gesture alone.

"I heard your prayer, dear one. I heard you calling for me. Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Well it has to be possible if you are," you reply.

"You may not remember me from our previous lives. Because every time your memory is erased every time you are reborn. But you and I have been destined as soulmates for eternity. But since i am a demon and you are a mortal, life always seems to take you away from me. I can't die but you can. For I am not allowed to have a happy life for destroying so many. So it is my curse to always watch you die. But I am always finding a way to break this curse. But the only way to do that is for you to become a demon. With me."

"So why haven't I become one before?" You felt an immense pain in your gut even though you had no memory of your past lives with him. Something untethered bound you to him you could feel it in the way he touched your hand. There was an invisible string that connected your soul to his and you knew he was telling the truth. Your heart hurt to know he's been suffering this curse for so long.

"Because in your past lives you've had everything you've needed in your mortal life so you haven't wanted to become one. And something tragic always happens to you. So I've never had the chance-"

"Then take it now," you demand, "make me yours, Demon of the Night."

"Please, my name is Kokushibo, call me by my name, and you really want to bind your soul to mine forever and surrender your mortal life to me?"

"Please," you cry. "Please make me yours, Koku."

That's all he needs to cradle your face in his hands and to close the gap between you. You gasp when his hot demanding lips collide with yours ever so gently, yet all consuming at the same time. You move so you're straddling his lap. Legs booked around his waist as you cling to him in lotus like position. You wound your hands in his long hair, whimpering at how soft and silky it feels. He growls when you tug at his scalp, trying to pull him as close and the gentle rhythm is replaced with hungry, desperate one as you desperately try to press yourself even closer- as close as possibly could get your bodies with all the in between. You rock yourself against his hard length that's hidden underneath his purple kimono. You could tell he was massive with how heavy and hard he felt underneath you. You pull eagerly at his kimono wanting it off. But he pulls away.

"Not so fast dear one", he chuckles, his deep voice going straight to your core and you let out a whine. "I really need you to understand that once we do this, once we cross this line, there's no going back." His breath hovers above your exposed neck peaking through your flimsy shirt that did nothing to hide you since it was full of holes. You knew your nipples were pebbled against the fabric, just his mere presence was enough to turn you on.

"I know, I want this," you whisper, with determined fervor. "I may not remember my past lives with you, but something in my soul is tied to you and I know I can't live without you. So please let's not repeat the past.  Make me yours so we can be together forever."

"You're absolutely sure?"

You nod, "one hundred percent."

With no further hesitation, his mouth on yours again. This time with way more force than before. His hands reach up, ripping your shirt into shreds and discarding it's pieces on the ground. He takes them both in his large hands and fondles them, you arch and moan into his touch. Coming alive with every kneed and tweak. It felt like you were clay in his hands. For him to mold and break. To tear and piece back together. His lips left yours to leave hungry kisses along your neck. You felt sharp scrap along your skin as his fangs grazed it.  Nibbling on slightly enough to sting and leave a mark but not enough to make it bleed.

You were a mess in his lap, rocking and whimpering over his clothed member frantic for more of whatever he gave you.

"Please Koku, take me," you murmur in desperate pleas.

"Fuck, I already love hearing you beg for me," he rasps, against your skin. Nipping on your nipple, causing you to cry out.

He lets go of your breasts push you back on the bed, he towers over you, before leaning back down to kiss you again. He trails kisses down your body from your collarbone, down your stomach, his hands caressing running along your thighs, ripping the rest of fabric you wore off of you. Leaving you in just your panties, which were soaked already. His kisses move to your thighs, creating a path up to your center. Each kiss sending bolts of electrify. He pauses , hovering, over your clothed core. His gold irises glow in pride at the dampness of them. His index finger runs along the material.

"I can't wait to taste you, dear one. I can smell your sweet arousal from here and it makes me insatiable."

Immediately , he tears off your panties and wastes no time diving in, making you his own personal feast as he devours you with his mouth. His tongue swirling around your clit in delicious patterns. You grip his hair tugging him in deeper and eagerly grind on his face. Eliciting appreciative growls and hums that end you into overdrive with the vibrations.

"Shit, Koku, don't stop," you cry, head thrown back. Eyes shut. Immediately, you feel a sharp pain on your clit, your eyes blink open. Finding those golden eyes glaring at you in disapproval.

"Don't close your eyes," he growls, then he resumes, fûcking you with his mouth, as soon as he deems you wet enough, he inserts a finger. You whimper at the foreign feeling. For this was your first time.

"Koku," you murmur softly, "you should know I've never done this with anyone."

He stills immediately gold irises locking on yours with surprise, "you mean no one's ever touched you? You're a virgin?"

You shake your head, "no, you're my first."

He smirks, something feral brews in those eyes, "oh you have no idea how happy that makes me. That I'll be your first and I'll definitely be your last, and anyone who tries to look at you or even think about you. I'll kill them. You're mine, and mine only. You got that?"

You nod, tears forming in your eyes. For no one had ever wanted you. "I just can't believe you want me as yours. No one has. They've always said I'm ugly and that I'm a monster."

"Well those fuckers are wrong, they're the monsters. You are magnificent and absolutely beautiful," he growls, "you're a fûcking queen. A goddess meant to be worshipped. And that is what I'll do as your king and your mate I'm going to worship the fuck out of you."

You can't help but cry at this, you had never felt so desired. So wanted. Those cries turn into moans as he continues to eat your pussy, adding a second and third finger. Curling them around you to find your sweet spot. Once he does he begins fucking you mercilessly with his fingers. Stretching you out so good.

"You feel so good, Koku," you praise.

"No, you’re the one who feels exquisite," he grunts. With the combination of his praise and the rapid thrusts of his fingers, you feel yourself clenching around his fingers and coming undone.

You watch in a daze as he stands up sucking your juices off his fingers. He discards of his own clothes. Your jaw drops at how beautifully ripped he is. As if cut from marble. Every ridge and plane of his body was pure art. And his cock, it was massive. You immediately sat up and crawled to him, reaching out to grasp it but he stops you.

"You can do that another time ," he says. "Right now I need to be inside you. This night is all about making you feel good."

"But I want to make you feel good too," you beg.

"Making you feel good will make me feel good."

"Please," you demand again. "To thank you for saving me."

He grins, "okay. Since you beg so prettily."

You first reach up to touch his chest though, running your hands to feel the ridges of his chest. He inhales sharply. Feeling your warm touch against his. You truly were a miracle for his cold and dark heart. You press some kisses along his chest and down towards his awaiting cock. Which was standing hard and stiff against his stomach. You take it in your hands, gently stroking in. You didn't really know what you were doing, but something in you seemed to remember how to touch and please him. For he let out a groan of pleasure as you stroked his shaft. His cock much bigger than your hands. It was thick and girthy. Hot and heavy against your touch. Your thighs ached. You lean forward, running your tongue along his slit before sucking on his head slightly. Before licking along his shaft and along his underside. Humming in pleasure at his salty taste. You take him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to take him in as far as you go. Choking slightly when it reaches the back of your throat. You pull off only to take him again setting a rhythm of bobbing your head up and down, gripping his thighs as you continue to suck him off.

He grips your hair to tug it out of your face, deep moans fall from his lips, "you're doing so good, goddess. Your mouth feels so good around my cock."

Tears spring from your eyes the deeper you take him, saliva dripped from your mouth. But you didn't stop.

"Keep going", he urges, guiding your head helping you keep a steady rhythm. "Such a good girl. "

His grunts become more erratic and you reach to cup his balls, squeezing them lightly. But when you do that he pulls out.

"You do that and you're going to make me cum," he growls. "I don't want to cum yet, not until I'm inside that pretty pussy of yours."

Shortly he's pushing you down on the bed, pulling me towards the edge of the bed. Spreading my legs wide. He grips his cock, stroking it. "You don't know how long I've been aching to be inside you. To make you officially mine."

He takes his cock and runs it up and down along your slit. Mixing his precum and your arousal together. Before lining up with your entrance.

"Since it's your first time, let me know if it hurts. I'll try to be gentle at first. But it'll probably sting just a little. But I got you"

"I've taken worse in my life, Koku," you assure him, "I'm sure I can handle you just fine."

That's all the encouragement he needs, to begin pushing his tip inside you. And god, just his head alone was big. It stretched you out in ways you had never been stretched before. Your walls clenched around as he pushed his way through. The stretch was unfamiliar and was a little painful but it felt good the way he filled you up. The way you two were connected.

"Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," he growls.

At last he's fully seated inside of you, once you've adjusted to his size he slowly pulls out before slamming in again. He grips your waist in his hands as he begins pounding into you. You reach up to pull him down into a kiss, your moans mixing with his grunts.

"You are so fucking tight," he growls. "I love the way your pussy hugs my cock, as if it’s specifically made to take my cock and mine only. Desperate to be stretched by me and filled by me.”

You whimper at his dirty words for they only seemed to heighten your pleasure. He felt so good. Every inch and vein of his cock stretched you out so perfectly. Each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper.

"That's right, make those pretty noises for me, let me hear how I make you feel."

He hooks your legs over his shoulders. This angle deeper than before.

"Fuck don't stop, Koku!" You cry.

"Trust me, I'm not planning on stopping any time soon."

Soon, all you can hear in the room is loud slapping of skin, and a series of moans and groans and you lose yourselves in the feeling of each other. Both you so wrapped in how each other felt. Not being able to get enough, not wanting separate. Your hands were on his back, nails digging as he pounded into you with such animalistic speed. His yellow eyes glowed with pleasure and love.

Even though it was your first time, it felt like you guys have been connected before. As if the feeling of him being inside you was awaking some of those lost memories.

When he hits your spot, you cry out, every thrust sending you into overdrive.

"So fucking gorgeous," he praises, "every inch of you deserves to be worshipped."

You can't help but fall apart at his words, "Koku- " you whimper,  "I'm going to cum. Mark me."

"With pleasure, my queen," with that his fangs find the skin of your neck and sink into your flesh. You cry out, the overwhelming sensation of his bite, his cock and his words is enough to send you crashing around him. Not soon after do you feel him releasing into you. You feel his hot cum filling you. "Look at how pretty you looks with my cum filling you up. You're so perfect for me, My Queen."

Feeling the adrenaline from the bite, you can feel the shift in your body as you can feel yourself beginning to change and all your memories come rushing back. You flip him over, so you're straddling him. You line him back up with your slit, before sinking back down onto him.

"'Now let me show you how much you deserve to be loved," you lean down to kiss him, biting his lip with your new fangs. You run your nails down his chest as you bounce up and down his shaft. This new position filled you up in new ways. It stretched you out even more deliciously. You looked down to see where you two were connected. Loving the sight. Then you meet his gold irises. "For you killed an entire village for me, and saved me. So now it's my turn to return the favor."

You quicken your pace, up and down. Swirling around his cock with your cunt. His moans become deeper. Your moans higher as his tip hits your spot.

"Take what you want, my Queen. I'm yours."

You can feel the pressure in your stomach building as you feel yourself clenching around him again. You slow your pace, to prolong the orgasm, wanting to make him cum first.

"Your cunt feels so good gripping me like this, you are so fucking perfect," he moans.

Sneaky bastard as he reaches in between to rub your clit, making you come undone again in instant. Feeling you tire, he starts thrusting up into you. Making you arch your back, and grip the sheets for purchase as he slowly but surely regains control. Flipping you back around so you're under him once again. Brutally slamming into you once more, this time his thrusts feel even deeper than before. The bed begins to creak underneath the constant movement.

"It's becoming too much," you cry out. But it's like he's lost all morality, as he's focused on bending and using you to his will.

"You can take it," he growls. "You'll take everything I give you," with that he sinks his fangs into you again and you cry out. Loving the mix of pain and pleasure. "Because you're mine for eternity now. So this body will become so used to my cock it won't be able to function without it."

"Koku," you sob, you cum again. immediately at the sight of your blood dripping from his fangs. The sight turning you on even more. "Give me everything you have."

His detaches his fangs from your neck. Shifts you once again, to where your stomach is pressed against the bed and your ass is forced upwards. He's slamming into you without any warning. He yanks your head up so it's pressed against his chest hammering into you over and over. You crane your neck and bring him in for another sloppy kiss.

He wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly, causing your air to be cut off slightly and for your to tighten your walls around his cock even more. You loved how he was becoming more and more demonic. Not holding back a single ounce of remorse as he broke and mended you over and over.

“I’m going to cum again,” you cry.

“Do it,” he doesn’t stop his hard fast thrusts, “cum for me once more.”

“Cum with me this time,” you plead.

“God I love you,” he says.

“I love you too, Koku.“

Kokushibo lets out one last roar as you come together. He pulls out. And leaves for a moment only to come back with a wash cloth. Once he’s done, he lies down next to you, pulling you into him.

“Finally,” he says, give you a gentle kiss, “we’re officially together and nothing will ever separate us again.”

“I am eternally yours, Koku.”

#kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kokushibodemonslayer #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibo smut #uppermoonkoku #kokushibou #kokushibou smut #demon slayer #kny kokushibo #readerxkokushibou #kokuoneshot

[kokushiboublackgf]

Her Strong Warrior

Summary: On a quiet night Kokushibou stumbles upon someone who he wasn’t expecting but doesn’t regret it one bit. (Black reader fanfic and reader is a demon) Wrote this cause I realized that we don’t have enough fanfics for this man, especially Black reader fanfics so I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Smut so if you’re uncomfortable about that don’t read this. MDNI. Cum eating, bj’s, some mentions of blood, all the usual stuff that comes with smut I guess???

Kokushibou smells something unusual as he walks underneath the shining moonlight. The smell, although very strong, is also very tempting and so the samurai decides to follow after it, slightly curious about where it is coming from. As he walks deeper in the forest the smell becomes thicker and he can almost taste the sweetness of the scent that’s invading his nose. Eventually he comes across an abandoned shed and can hear whimpers and panting coming from inside the abandoned building.

Pushing the door open he is met with the sweaty naked figure of a melanated woman on her hands and knees. Upon Kokushibou opening the door the woman, who is actually a demon just like him, looks up and sets her brown eyes on him. The woman is no ordinary demon, she is his master’s companion, and Kokushibou almost feels like he’s witnessing something he shouldn’t see. He has no doubt that if his master were aware of this, he would face the worst type of punishment imaginable. Her eyes show nothing but desperation but as soon as she makes eye contact with the six eyed demon, they become lustful. A growl escapes her mouth and before Kokushibou realizes it, he is pushed to the ground and has his arms pinned down by the wrist above his head.

His eyes widen at her quick movement, mainly because aside from his master, no other demon is strong enough to bring him down like this, and he goes stiff as she places messy kisses on his neck and face. It feels wrong to have this happen and as soon as he tries to move her off of him she tightens the grip on his wrist before whimpering and hiding her face in his neck.

“Please…help me…please Kokushibou…” you whisper into his ear. He internally groans at the sound of your voice saying his name. Aside from your looks, your accent clearly indicates that you are not from these lands, so the sound of his name coming from your mouth excites him for whatever reason.

Managing to free himself from your grip, he reaches out cradle your head and sit up, with you seated in his lap. It feels weird to do this. He is Upper Moon 1, the strongest demon after Muzan, a demon that instills fears in humans and other demons alike, yet here he is attempting to provide some sort of comfort to you.

“Allow me…to take you to his lordship. He would be able…to help you” he tries reasoning with you.

You immediately lift your head and stare right into his eyes, shaking your head.

“Need you now, I’m ovulating” you pant.

Kokushibou goes blank for a minute, processing what you have just said, eyes widening a bit. He’s brought back to his senses when you seize his lips and moan against them, deepening the kiss as the seconds go by. He knows that he should probably pull away and put some distance between the two of you but he’s also curious about what might happen next.

Pulling back from his mouth you look at him with your brown eyes that are practically gleaming in the darkness of the shed and smile so that your fangs are exposed. You reach out to hold Kokushibou’s face in your hands, your sharp nails caressing his face ever so slowly.

“Your master tells me that you were once a samurai. A warrior as strong as you would have had women on their knees begging to have your children where I’m from” you breathe out softly before grinding your naked cunt against his kimono and hakama pants. Kokushibou tenses before letting out a soft moan at the feeling of you grinding against him. How long has it been before he last lay with a woman, before he had his release, and gave into pure lust and pleasure? Surely this would be okay right? 

“Allow me to take care of you Kokushibou” you whisper before crawling off of him and moving to untie his hakama pants. Sitting up Kokushibou raises his eyebrows and moves to place his katana away but close enough for him to grab it if he needs to. 

As you take his black hakama pants off you place soft kisses on his inner thighs and bite down in some places drawing some blood, before licking the wound. Kokushibou bites his lips and tries to sit still. Eventually the pants come off and she wastes no time in freeing his cock. 

You practically drool at the sight of his cock. It’s long, there are veins all over it and when you hold it in your hand you can feel its heaviness. But none of that scares you. In fact, it excites you and you can’t help but let out a moan at the feeling and sight of his manhood. In all your centuries of being alive you have never seen something so beautiful. It makes you want to take him all at once in one go.

You start to stroke his cock while maintaining a firm grip on it and give a long yet slow lick on the head of his manhood before sucking on it ever so slowly. Kokushibou tenses and breathes deeply, gripping onto the floor to keep himself grounded. He can’t remember the last time he experienced something like this, especially since becoming a demon. His gaze becomes heavy and lustful watching you focus on giving his manhood attention. When you take him deeper into your mouth while continuing to stroke him he lets out a deep moan. He can’t stop his hips from jerking forward to match your rhythm and speed, even as your fangs lightly graze his manhood.

The room is filled with the sounds of Kokushibou’s panting and your slurping, combined with both of your moans. As you continue to suck him off you can taste what is most likely is cum leaking from the slit on top of his manhood. You go half drunk just from that small taste and let out a desperate groan while still sucking him off. Determined to taste and swallow every bit of his cum you play with his balls, squeezing and massaging them while also going up and down on him. That seems to send him over the edge because before you know it, Kokushibou lets out an incredibly loud groan and jerks his hips forward rapidly before releasing an incredible amount of cum into your mouth. 

It’s so much that it starts to spill out of your mouth and onto your breasts but that doesn’t bother you one bit. You continue to swallow all the cum that’s in your mouth and still on his cock, grinning and moaning at the taste. You haven’t been able to experience something like this in almost two centuries and you can’t wait to have the rest of him. You take a look at him and see how he has his head tilted back, eyes closed, and is breathing heavily. You know that he still has more in him. He was a former samurai, Muzan’s strongest demon right after himself. This is just the beginning.

Crawling onto his lap you grab the back of his head and bring him in for a kiss, letting him taste himself on your lips. The action has him opening all of his eyes in shock but as he feels your tongue prodding at his lips for permission, he opens them and the both of you moan at the action. You pull back and start tugging on his purple kimono and he immediately moves to take it off. Pushing it off his shoulders you marvel at the sight of his muscles and feeling a bit mischievous you even play with his nipples for a bit, tugging on them with your fingers. You let out a small laugh when you hear his breath hitch and feel his strong large hands come to hold you at your hips.

“I need you to take me right here and right now. Fill me with your seed. You would do that for me, right Kokushibou?” you whisper while running your hands through his dark hair.

In theory he should say no. He should get up and leave and beg for your mercy and his master’s mercy, but the both of you have gone so far that there is no point of return.

“Allow me…to help” he mumbles into your dark locs. You try grab his cock to get yourself ready to line yourself with his manhood but Kokushibou has different ideas.

He carefully lays you on the floor while cradling your head before he pulls back a bit and squeezes your hips. You take in his long dark hair, his six eyes that hold the kanji ‘upper moon 1’ and his strange but beautiful red marks on his face and reach out to hold his face to bring him in for a kiss. Biting down on his lips you draw some blood and a small groan from him before licking it and deepening the kiss.

“Well what are you waiting for” you mumble against his lips.

Smirking a bit, Kokushibou gives you one more kiss on the lips before pulling back to line his manhood with your cunt. At the sight of your very wet cunt Kokushibou feels his cock get hard and leans down to press his face into your lower region. Relishing in the sounds of your moans he licks and sucks on your clit and entrance, moaning at your taste and feels himself getting drunk just on your taste. The feeling of his tongue suck and prodding down there almost sends you over the edge and has you moaning so loudly you’re convinced all of Japan can hear you. 

Feeling like he’s had enough Kokushibou gives your cunt one final lick before grabbing his manhood and lining it up with your cunt. He’s somewhat concerned about possibly hurting you but as if you were reading his mind you reassured him.

“Don’t worry I’ll be fine, I’ve done this before several times. Give me your all” you say confidently giving him a lustful gaze. He makes a note to ask you what you mean by that when all of this is done.

Pushing himself into your cunt he lets out a long lustful moan at the feeling of your cunt taking in his cock. You gasp when he starts moving in and as he goes deeper you howl, not in pain but in pleasure.

He starts moving slowly but little by little he starts a faster pace and the both of you are grunting and moaning, kissing each other and grasping at each other as if this moment would end any minute now. 

It’s been many years since the both of you last laid with someone and lost yourself in pleasure. Demons are known for losing themselves in hunger but the same goes for pleasure and lust. Two demons hungry for blood and flesh are dangerous but two demons hungry for some pleasure are even more dangerous. 

It doesn’t take that long before Kokushibou feels his cock being squeezed by your walls and he furrows his brows ann grunts at the feeling. It only makes him wanna keep thrusting and bury himself further into your cunt. Letting out a shaky moan Kokushibou releases his seed and continues to thrust into you as he feels your walls milk him. You are practically drunk at this point and your eyes roll back as you feel his seed continue to be released into you.

After what feels like hours Kokushibou stops his thrusting and keeps his arms planted beside your head and closes his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. The room is silent except for the heavy panting coming from the both of you. When he opens his eyes he sets his gaze upon your drowsy eyes and rubs his thumb against your cheek.

“Mmm’kay, just kinda tired,” you tell him sleepily.

He nods and tries to pull himself away from you but feels your hand grip his strong arm. 

“Stay here with me…please?”

He doesn’t hesitate and turns the both of you around so that you are laying on his muscular chest, cock still inside you and cum leaking out and dripping down your thighs.

“I had meant to ask…what you meant…when you said you had done this…several times and what…triggered your ovulation” Kokushibou says while continuing to hold you in his arms. He almost wants to smack himself for even uttering those words. If you’re offended you don’t show it, especially when you let out a hearty laugh.

“I didn’t even remember saying that my goodness!” you laugh out. “ I suppose other than Muzan no one else knows this, but I’ve birthed several children in my homeland as a demon” you say ever so casually.

Kokushibou raises his brows when he hears you say this. As far as he knows demons here in Japan can’t birth children, not even the female ones. Aside from his master and the upper ranks, they are the only ones capable of turning people into demons. It’s the closest thing to reproducing demons.

“You seem kind of shocked. Before I left my homeland I birthed eight strong children, all ruthless and powerful in their own right and in order to get pregnant I slept with various powerful men throughout the land.” Sighing lovingly you pull yourself closer to Kokushibou. “The last time I laid with a man was nearly a century ago and it was almost as if my body didn’t feel the need to lay with someone and carry a child.”

“But then tonight while I was on a random stroll I started to feel the tell tale signs of ovulation, the sweatiness, tingling sensation down there, my nipples getting hard and before I knew it I threw myself into this shed and ripped my clothes off of my body to get some relief. If you hadn’t shown up I’m sure Muzan would have came and we would have done the very same thing the both of us did tonight.”

Kokushibou hums, processing everything you said. He doubts he got you pregnant despite the amount of cum he released and that is still in your body because of his manhood still inside you. His blood is mainly made up of his master’s blood and cells. All demons are connected to Muzan but then again you’re a demon from another land with a different blood composition but who knows what could happen. That thought instills a sense of dread at what would happen to him if and when his master finds out about this.

“Hey don’t worry about Muzan. I’ll explain everything to him, you’ll be alright” you tell him lovingly while caressing his cheeks.

And that is where he finds himself right now, kneeling before his master inside the Infinity Fortress, ready for any painful punishment that will most likely come his way.

“So you laid with my partner and defiled her? How far you’ve fallen, upper moon 1” Muzan says with no emotion.

“I told you before that it was necessary. It was more than helpful” you whine to Muzan, gripping onto his arm.

You’re no longer naked and sweaty. You’re dressed in a beautiful royal purple kimono and your long locs are held up with various pins and jewels. You look absolutely stunning.

“Is that so?”

“Yes! Now leave him alone already.”

Muzan hums before taking your hand in his, ready to have Nakime transport the both of you outside of the Infinity Fortress.

“Perhaps next time I’ll have you join us should she go through one of these cycles again” Muzan says ever so casually. 

Kokushibou’s eyes widen before he lifts his head to see you wink at him before he hears the sound of Nakime’s biwa being strummed and you and his master are gone just like that. He smirks at the thought before he is also strummed out of the fortress. 

#upper moon 1 #kny fanfic #Kokushibou x reader #Kokushibou x black reader #black reader #black fanfic #kny black reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x black reader #Kokushibou smut #kokushibou supremacy #there are not enough fanfics for Kokushibou #Kokushibou smut fanfic #black fanfic writer

[kokushibouthings]

I love you..

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Pairing: Kokushibou x Reader

Content: Sexual theme, 😳passionate sex?? , aphrodisiac, AFAB reader sadly

Authors note: I blushed and rolled around in bed like crazy while writing this. And also cringed somehow

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It was a cold night, you were out of your mind with your core throbbing like crazy

It felt like your head was spinning feeling his cold hand slither up your heated chest...

"Hnngh...Koku.." You felt him hover over you laying back on the floor.

"...Are you okay.. love?" It was clear he felt bad for sneaking in an aphrodisiac in your coffee a few hours ago, but he was also enjoying your vulnerability at the same time. It was painfully cute to see, especially for his own eyes only.

Low, and soft moans could be heard from you with Kokushibou sliding his hand down your undergarments feeling your wet heat

He slid it down, before slightly inserting the tip of his finger inside "F–fuck...Ahn! Koku!"

It felt like such a hazy dream being touched by him, you could feel his cold finger entering you along with him also leaning in for a kiss.

A tear rolled down from the overwhelming heat in your body.. as Kokushibous tongue played around with yours, pulling away from the kiss leaving a string of saliva and drool down your chin

"I love you...I'm so happy you accept me.." He dropped down to your collarbone, kissing it while slipping another finger inside thrusting it with a slow rhythm

Your low moans slowly got louder, climaxing over his fingers with a final squeal

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[kokusfluffyhair]

He catches you reading smut (18+!)

Modern!Setting | Michikatsu x Fem!Reader | NSFW! | Minors dni!

He isn't happy when you're giving your horny attention to your phone instead of to him.

You're laying on your bed, reading some Tumblr smut about a favourite character of yours. You have some steamy music playing too, so that the mood of the fic you're reading can spread throughout the room and swallow you whole.

You're completely devoured by whatever you're reading. You have tingles all throughout your body, especially "down there". When the sensations become unbearable, you start to rub yourself there, hitting all the right spots because you know where they are and you know how to stimulate them.

You don't notice it at all when Michikatsu opens the door to your room and is standing there in the doorway, watching.

At first, Michikatsu was confused. He had only come in because he heard the music from the corridor and knew you were home. He thought that he would make his presence known and that the two of you would go do something together. When he saw you pleasuring yourself while holding your phone in one of your hands, he blinked several times, not sure what to do.

What is she doing? Is she really doing that? Should I be here? Would she mind if I watch? Am I invading her?

All of that was too much for Michikatsu. He started to sweat at his forehead, his face turning red like a tomato. But still, his legs wouldn't move. He was completely petrified, at least until his thoughts spiralled into a different realm ...

What is she looking at? Is it a picture of me? It has to be a picture of me.

He smiles. His nervousness immediately leaves his body. He stands at the doorway, chuckling under his breath, his arms folded across his chest.

But that will soon change.

Is it a picture of Yoriichi?

Michikatsu's body becomes extremely tense. His eyes open wider.

What if it isn't something about me she's looking at?

He grits his teeth and squeezes his hands into fists.

It's Yoriichi, isn't it!?

Michikatsu's worries are fully out of line. You're his girlfriend, not Yoriichi's, and he knows that. You and he moved in together several months ago. Your relationship has been progressing very well. Of course, you have small disagreements here and there, but it's completely normal. Nothing has happened that would make Michikatsu think that you didn't love him, or that you loved someone else more than him.

But still, when he gets it into his head that his brother is better than he is, he can't shake it out, no matter how unreasonable it is.

Michikatsu's fists shake a little as he holds his arms stiffly to his sides.

"Y/n!"

He doesn't yell, but he speaks very suddenly, with power in his voice. It's the type of voice he would use during his swordfighting practices.

You hear Michikatsu's voice right away. It snaps you out of your fantasy and you freeze, your wet hand still between your legs. Your face turns red. Your body feels like it's sinking into the mattress with shame. Perhaps it shouldn't be shameful, but you and Michikatsu didn't reach that level of intimacy yet. That was why you still had separate rooms.

"Y-y/n." This time, Michikatsu stutters as he speaks. He pushes more courage into his body. "What are you doing?" he asks awkwardly.

You take a deep breath. You set your phone down on your bed and sit up. You're facing the wall of your room right now so you have to turn around to face Michikatsu. When you see him, your nerves settle down. He's very flustered. Some of the hair on his long bangs is sticking to his flushed face. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows when looking at you, your hand still between your legs.

"I --" you begin. You look down to your lap and take your hand out of between your legs. You had on shorts, but your hand still got a little wet from it all. You look back to Michikatsu, who is staring at your hand. "I'll wash my hands," you say and get up from the bed.

Michikatsu is blocking the door and won't move. "No."

You're shocked at his answer. "What? Why?"

He comes over to you. His steps are awkward because his body is so tense and he's terribly embarrassed. His shoulders rise and fall with his quick breaths.

"Michikatsu ...?" you ask as his form towers over you.

"What was on the phone?" he asks.

"What?"

"What was on the phone?"

"Nothing!"

"Was it a picture of Yoriichi?"

"What the hell!?" You raise your voice.

Michikatsu freezes, startled.

"Why would I be -- you know -- to a picture of Yoriichi?" It kind of offends you that he'd think such a thing.

Michikatsu says nothing.

"If you need to be so nosy, it was a smutty fanfic about [character's name] from [series name]! Happy?"

"So ... you prefer him over me ...?"

"What?" You're set aback by his response. "He's a fictional character, Michikatsu!"

"Then why ..." He takes the hand that was between your legs. "If you're craving something ..." He brings it to his face and sniffs it. "Don't you ask me ...?"

Your mouth drops open as you watch him sniff your hand. "You said you weren't ready."

"I'm ready now." He eyes you with determination. "I'll show you that I'm better than whoever that was you were reading about.

He talks big, but since it's your first time together, he's nervous. His actions don't show it, though. He confidently pulls down your shorts and your underwear while your hands grab at his waistband and pull his down, too. Once your lower halves are both bare, Michikatsu pins you down to the bed. It's only then, when you get a good view of his face, that you see just how much he is blushing and sweating.

And damn, it turns you on.

You pull at his hair, smirking. "Come on, what are you waiting for --?"

Your words are cut off when Michikatsu presses his lips against yours and sticks his tongue in your mouth. While your suck at each other's mouths, Michikatsu makes his way into your opening with his flesh sword. Your hands slide from his hair down his body until you hold him at his hips, helping him to come inside.

That feeling alone makes Michikatsu moan in your mouth. You were so wet from when you were reading the smut that there wasn't the slightest friction as he entered. Once he was in as far as he could go, your walls clamped tightly around him, ready to milk him for all he had.

The sensation forces Michikatsu to break from the kiss to catch his breath. You needed to do the same, so it was the perfect timing for the both of you. Your fingers dig into his hips as you guide him into momentum. As you look up at him with his flushed face and dishevelled hair, you only get wetter and tighter.

Michikatsu moans. "Ah, you want me this much ..."

"I do ... give me everything, Michi ... show me that you're the best ... prove it to me!"

A spark lights up in Michikatsu's eyes. His movements slow down and he leans into your face to give you a tender kiss. When your lips part, he smiles and says, "If you want me to stop, say so and I will."

You smile back at him. "You won't need to do that." Your hands move down from his hips towards his ass and you push him even further into you. You feel a softness in your chest because he cares so much for you and would never want you to feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

Just that alone is about to make you cum but you don't yet.

Michikatsu kisses you again, and then, as if something switched on inside of him, his movements increasingly get faster and harder. Your fingers dig into his ass as you hold onto him. With every thrust, Michikatsu grunts. His hair is falling in your face and the sweat from his forehead is rolling down to his chin and dripping onto you. It only makes the experience more pleasurable.

"Show me that you're better than [character name], Michi!" you exclaim. "Show me! Prove it to me!"

Michikatsu screams as if he was in the middle of a swordfighting duel (you know, with the sword he's using) and thrusts harder into you. Your walls flutter around his length, making it feel like electricity was starting to shoot throughout your body.

"Michi! Michi, I -- I think I'm gonna --!"

"Me too!" he grunts through his panting breaths. "Y/n, should I pull out?"

"Yeah!" You don't want to be risky and besides, you kind of want to see it when it comes out.

Michikatsu pulls out and sits by your legs. As soon as he's seated, a string of his warm, white release shoots out from him, making a mess all over the two of you and your bed. Michikatsu's eyes widen in embarrassment, but when he looks over to you and sees you smile, still experiencing your own orgasm, he calms down immediately.

"We should clean up," he says. He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. He lovingly holds you against his body as you puff out hot breaths against his neck. Michikatsu chuckles a little and plants a kiss in your hair. "Y/n ... was it good?"

"It was the best," you sigh and hug him.

"Was it better than ... [character name] ...?" he asks and snickers.

You laugh. "If you don't believe me, then ..." You look at him and start twirling some of his hair around your finger. "Let's do another round."

Michikatsu leant to your face and gave you a long kiss on the lips. That meant "yes", at least after he gives you some aftercare from the first round.

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Kokushibo x Fem! Reader Faceriding 18+

Ask: Can I request for whenever you have the time female Y/N faceriding Kokushibo and squirting on his face after he begs her to?

800 words

Nsfw Warnings: Faceriding (duh), coercion, slight begging, squirting, Koku likes to eat pussy, the end

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"I-I can't"

"You can." His voice was muffled.

His teeth grazed across you thigh with his assurance, his command. The mauve nails of his hands dug into the plushness of your backside, divets of red forming at the incisions. Yet you couldn't feel them. You could hardly even think about them at all when his tongue laved up the seam of your sex with malintent.

That was his way of begging - feeding you piece by piece of his carnal desire until you broke down into a desperate mess seeking your release. Words meant little to him, far outweighed by the severity of action in his mind. He was gentle in his pleas, dragging his long demon tongue side to side through your folds, basking in the taste of your arousal that you were so, so shy to give away. He was a noble man you know. Were you aware how much your rebellion offended him? You should've been screaming for him, bouncing on his tongue like your entire life depended on it, and even then, you could've been doing more. You could've tore at his mane, told him how well he pleased you, hell, you could've suffocated him with your bodice and it would've been nothing but a compliment to his skill. Yet, you ceased to do any of it, instead pulling away from his thorough petting with tears in your eyes and a quivering lip.

"I c-can't," you repeated, "it's too m-much." He frowned, displeased with your answer.

"Sit, woman."

With an effortless tug at your hips, you were fully-seated again, your weight set completely on the demon's awaiting mouth. You squirmed as he continued his avid work, his head waving side to side with his precision and his claws preventing any further escape on your part. He crept to the peak of your sex, taking your twitching bundle of nerves in his mouth and giving it a strong suck. You whined loudly, collapsing over his head entirely and clutching at his locks in a futile attempt to find balance, purchase, mercy. He bobbed his head under you, tugging at the delicate bead between his lips and making your eyes roll back into your brain. After letting you scream for what had to have been ages, he finally let go, releasing with a pop and snaking his tongue back between your lips. Your thighs shook around his head and pressed up against his face tightly. His eyes, the lower pair, were rolled shut, a result of drowned bliss. the other two pairs were both fixated on your face, taking in your dumbed expression, the one that had him ravenous for more.

He could tell you were getting close again, your previous orgasm ruined by your own failure to take what he gave you. He gave your backside a push, rocking your hips to and fro on his face and encouraging you to seek out your pleasure as much as he was. You shook hard, yet couldn't help but follow the guided motions. Each rock had your nerves curling like thread over a flame, coiling and coiling until each had gathered into a tight knot that was pulled at either end. The seconds became warmer, his hand coming around to press at the lower part of your belly where all your control lie. You sobbed as he pushed on it.

"M' gonna - hnnn - it feels l-like-" Feels like you're gonna pee. Kokushibo sucked your clit in and out of his mouth impatiently, wanting already to taste the fruit of his labor.

"You won't," he assured, "Just let go."

You whimpered at his promise, the knot in your belly too strained to bear. You weakly humped at his face, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, your cunt contracting in heady anticipation around his tongue that passed it over and over and over again.

"Let go." he told, called, pleaded. And you obeyed, tensing above him and shaking before going lax. Juices sprayed across his face, soaking his lips, chin, nose, everything. He eagerly lapped at it, keeping his mouth open wide for your sweet, delicious nectar to seep into. His tongue cleaned over you thoroughly, enough that every inch of your sex was left sopping with saliva. You cooed pathetically as he devoured you, as if your juices were meal enough to last him centuries.

He didn't beg. Not in his previous life. Not in this one. Begging was a sign of weakness and resign. Nothing was worth showing one's desperation - not money, power, or death.

But this? This scent of arousal and womanhood? This taste of sweetness and pleasure? This... you?

For this... he could make an exception.

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