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Time really goes by so slowly when one’s all by themselves. There was no way around it besides being patient and understanding, awaiting his return. Day’s turned into weeks, and you reached the deadline you hoped he’d abide by, but there were still no signs of him. He wasn’t one to write letters in the first place, so you crossed off that possibility already.

It wasn’t the first time he failed to return on the designated date. You understood what his line of work meant, which is why you never blamed him, until this time. Precisely because you knew what he was doing, you worried about his wellbeing, about whether he was still alive or not. But you decided to believe in his abilities, and it wasn’t in vain.

When he stepped towards your house, with his usual light steps, you almost dropped whatever you were holding. Glancing through the window and feeling your twisted chest untangle for the first time in a long while. A sense of relief washed over you, and you quickly opened the door for him. He looked just the same as before, same hair, same expression and same clothes. Classic.

“What took you so long?” You yelled into the distance, even though he was still a bit far away. His face lit up a little when he heard your voice, and his head instantly jerked upwards, a pair of ocean blue eyes glancing back at you. Giyuu opened his mouth to answer, yet he decided not to in the last second. On the contrary, he began sprinting, a mix of that and jumping around. It took less than a minute before the man was standing right in front of you.

“The demon was stronger than we thought.” He said, standing a little awkwardly. The boy smelled like herbs, and he didnt seem as steady on his legs as usual. Nevertheless, you quickly welcomed him inside, wanting to hear about the details of what happened. Something was off, he was hiding something from you, you knew this much. The sight of him acting like everything was fine hurt, must he alway keep to himself like that?

Despite giyuu not being a very talkactive person, he answered every of your questions, even if it was just to ease your worries. He was sitting on the edge of your bed as you brought him a cup of tea. You listened attentively, not questioning the fact that he was deliberately leaving details out. Once he was done with recounting the events, you asked, “did you get hurt?” He stayed quiet, before replying, “it's not that serious, i've been treated already.” Seems your intuition was right.

“Can i see the wound?” You wanted to make sure he's been patched up properly. “There's no need to worry, the butterfly mansion wouldn’t have released me if i was still injured.” Wait, is that why he came back so late? Because the wound was bad enough for him to have to be hospitalized? He couldnt quite explain why, but he got the feeling that you werent pleased. Then he debated with himself over what he should say to make you feel better, “i'm alright, really.”

Turns out that was the wrong thing to say.

Obviously it didnt make you feel any less concerned, and you placed your hands onto his shoulders, looking into his eyes as you inquired, “where did you get hurt?” Whenever you are this serious, he knew he couldnt evade your questions anymore and mumbled, “on my back.” Afterward, you immediadly pushed him down, stopping right before he hit the futon. “Turn around.” You commanded, in a tone that told him there was no room left for negotiations, and he did as you said, laying down on his belly.

Without taking too long, you stripped off his naori, then his uniform, while he pressed his face into the pillow out of embarrassment. It's definitely not his first time showing skin to you, but he still havent gotten used to it. When you saw his torso being covered in a layer of bandages, you gulped, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. The feeling was comparable to how you felt while waiting for him. You leaned down and asked, voice heavy with something he couldnt pinpoint, "didnt you say you were fine?"

Giyuu glanced back at you over his shoulder, his voice stuck in his throat for a bit before he answered, “it’s just a precaution, the wound below truly has healed.” It was the truth, so why did he feel so conflicted while speaking anyway? “Then can i take them off?” Another question, and he nodded. The next few minutes were spend with you trying to unwrap the bandages without putting strain on the wound, and him wanting to help but you telling him to stay still since he was hurt. Once it was done and you saw the severity of it, you clenched your teeth, hands bawled into fists next to you.

There it was, a freshly healed scar in the form of a cut right across his back. Though the flesh there was connected again, and his wound thus closed, any excessive movement could rip it open again. “And you jumped around, running in this state?” You raised your voice a little, and he flinched. Surprised by the weight of your frustrations, you followed up with an apology. Voice filled with a pitying tremble while you whispered your wish for him to take better care of himself.

Your hand darted out, stroking his cheek, caressing the pale and soft skin beneath your fingertips. A breathless murmur as you said, “at least do it for my sake.” His skin was still cold from traveling outside, only slowly heating up after meeting the warmth of your fingers. This time he couldnt think of anything to say, and simply leaned into your touch. Eyes closed as he held his breath. When you pulled your hand back, his head dropped back down onto the pillow, as if trying to hide from your sorrowful expression.

It was a heart wrenching experience, brushing over his scar with careful fingers. To be honest, you were a little angry with him. After all, it’s one thing to arrive almost three months later, and another to do so with a giant scar on his back, then trying to act as if nothing happened. How long was he trying to hide it? Not to mention you were fearing the worst possible outcome. Your fingers didnt stop their descend even when you passed his last vertebrae, reaching his sacrum, in response his breath hitched audibly.

“Wait, y/n...?” He muttered, voice small, appearing almost shy, especially since his face was heating up. “Can’t i?” You wondered, hand already on the way to dip beneath his waistband. His eyes widened, and he twisted his body to grab your wrist, “t-thats not it... but why so suddenly..?” A stutter. How shameful, did his voice really have to fail him at such a moment? “You broke your promise, so shouldn’t you receive a punishment?” Just hearing the word itself was enough to make his blush darken, body shivering in a cocktail of emotions.

“Ah, don’t worry, I won’t overexert a patient.” You reassured, though that was the least of his worries, especially since he considers himself in good condition again. “Is that so…” He gave an absentminded response, still a little too flustered to make sense of this situation. When your hand moved to the front, meeting his pelvis, he began biting down onto his bottom lip, trying to shut himself up.

But the occasional whine would still escape his clenched lips, which is why he turned away and slammed his face into the fluffy pillow, body curling up subtly as if he wanted to hide from your preying gaze. To think he’d be this needy already, when you’ve barely touched him. By the looks of it, he was pretty touch starved. His arousal slowly grew under your lewd, teasing touches. That’s how he calls it. In truth, you haven’t even grazed his erection, still hovering inches above.

“So sensitive, is it because I haven’t touched you for a while?” You wondered, smiling to yourself, a growing dark spot forming on his pants, he’s so awfully cute when he’s all twitchy like this. Giyuu didn’t answer, probably because he didn’t know the answer yet again. It didn’t matter, you knew for a fact he must be overwhelmed right now. “Hmm, no answer?” You pulled his soiled uniform down to his knees, freeing his cock. “Alright, then just lay back and let me take care of…” just like that, you wrapped your hand around his leaking shaft, “…this messy thing here.”

Finally, after all the slow torture he had endured, you graced him with some stimulation. Even though he didn’t voice it out loud, he was eternally grateful, eyes swelling up with tears as muffled moans filled the room. The way your hands worked around him was mind blowing, it felt so good he was shaking. Thighs quivering whenever you gave his tip extra attention, stroking up and down in a tender motion. The only problem he had was it wasn’t enough, he wanted more, though when he ground his hips back to gain more friction you’d stop his antics immediately.

How cruel, you were monopolising his pleasure. Furthermore, your other hand was now kneading and groping his body, exploiting his weak spots. Fondling his chest, brushing over his spine, or squeezing his butt, resulting in giyuu shaking uncontrollably. All that was just too embarrassing for the boy, and he hugged the pillow tighter as his toes curled. “N-ngh… y/n, a-are you still mad…?” He whispered carefully, hoping that you’ll be lenient with him. “I’m really—”

You hushed him, squeezing the base of his arousal, applying just enough pressure so it wouldn’t hurt. Then you changed your movements to sloppy strokes, collecting his pre to spread it all over his swollen skin. With how much he was leaking, one would think he already came. It got to the point where it dripped down his thighs, onto the poor sheets below him. Such a hassle, you should have used a towel. “What a messy boy, now I’ll have to change the sheets.” Yet your tone was anything but condescending, you sounded amused.

“Ah… I, HnnGh—, I didn’t mean to d-dirty your bed.” He was still holding his voice back to the best of his abilities, fingers plucking your pillow, the fabric straining under his strength. Look at him, in such despair for your approval, it’d be difficult to stay mad at him when he’s putting on such a show. Suddenly, you used your thumb to stimulate his tip, rubbing his slit and dipping the tip of your finger inside a little. “I don’t know… Maybe I should plug this hole up so you’ll stop making a mess? What do you say, giyuu?”

What were you saying…? Plug that up? Is it even possible? How scary the thought was, but your voice was so soothing he was addicted, falling into a willing hypnosis. It’s not like he could ever say no to you.

You noticed his ears turning into a bright pink shade, and you loomed over him. Normally you’d press your chest against his back, though for obvious reasons you were too hesitant to do that, instead choosing to hover a few centimetres above. With your usual tender touch, you tugged his hair behind his ears, revealing the rosy flesh there. Just the slightest touch against the skin located there caused him to gasp.

“You haven’t answered my questions, cat got your tongue?” You whispered into his ears. It was like the trigger to a bomb, causing his held-back emotions and whimpers to burst out freely. “Hmm..! Nghh-ahh, ugh-UhmM..♡” He clenched his eyes shut, more tears falling from his glassy eyes as his core tightened, a signal for his impending orgasm. The warmth radiating off you was so soothing, your touch like a fire that melted all that’s weighing down on him away.

“N-no.. m’sorwyyy..” Giyuu slurred over his words, drooling a little. Your hand felt really good, so much better than how he remembered, he felt like electricity was coursing through him. Every nerve ending of his was lit on fire, every muscle tingling with pleasure and his brain was slowly failing him. Not to mention the persistent pounding of his erratic heart. Like a drum playing by your rhythm. “I-I’m close, y/n, p-please..” He begged, not quite sure why, but most likely because he knew subconsciously things were going too easily. You did say it was a punishment.

And just as he feared, his prediction came true. Right before the pleasure reached its peak, you pulled away, both hands now on his hips to hold him, to prevent him from moving. A rather loud shriek escaped him, and his hips shook, trying to chase the fading ecstasy he was waiting for oh so eagerly. “HnnGhh..!! N-no! P- ahh~ please..♥︎ d-don’t do that…” His entire body began shaking even more than before, limps trying to hold onto anything he could. It took every ounce of self restraint for him to not just start humping the mattress. God he was pathetic.

You waited for a minute, observing his reactions. Poor thing still haven’t lifted his head from the pillow, his disappointment must have been immense. Doesn’t matter, since you had all the time in the world to make it up to him. “Are you that desperate to come?” You murmured again, your voice like a spell he couldn’t dodge, always messing with him with no fail, tempering with his already crumbling composure. All he could reply in return was a meek ‘mhm’ paired with a cute little nod. “Then be patient.”

Be patient, you said? He thought he was being plenty patient already. His dick was dripping by itself, all abandoned, jerking whenever you spoke. The tip an angry red as you continued to ignore his need. Instead, your turned your attention to his other assets, the hands on his hips going upwards, still resting at his sides, until they reached his trained chest, brushing over his perky nipples. “We haven’t seen each other in so long, it’d be a waste to end it so soon.” You argued, using your index fingers to circle around the hardening buds.

His chest was heaving up and down, knuckles white as he melted into your touch, spine aching to savour your touch. “Ah-aaghHh… s-so mean..” giyuu complained, his thoughts spilling out already without his usual filter. “W-wait— nGghh, no- n-no!! I-I didn’t mean to…” now he’s done it, he made a mistake, what to do? Really, he didn’t mean to say that…! Please don’t deny him again…!

“Well, isn’t it because you are too cute?” You chuckled, scratching his nipples with your fingertips, watching him squirm in delight. “My adorable Giyuu~?” As if trying to punctuate your words, you began kissing his neck, brushing his black hair to the side. Of course you didn’t limit yourself to his nape only, sometimes moving to his shoulders, other times going as low as his shoulder blades. No matter where your lips trailed you’d leave behind a path of blossoming hickeys.

Once you were satisfied, you licked the edge of his scar, tasting the herb-ish medicine they applied there. Honestly speaking, it didn’t taste good, so you went back to his neck, sinking your teeth into the skin. For a split second, he froze, shivers running down his spine before he withered underneath you, bending until he formed a crescent form. A deep flush was forming around his neck, sweat glistening in the dimly lit room.

This really was too much, you were clearly torturing him with your hands, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad, not when you were showering him in such sweet words, marking him up as your property… How unfair, taking advantage of his fondness for your praise. His sobbing died down a little, but the tears didn’t stop even one bit. Since it seemed like he calmed, you wrapped your hand around him again, moving up and down. Even the way you touched him felt playful, you were really planning to make it into a long night for him.

Because he was still super sensitive from his almost-orgasm, it didn’t take long to turn him into a whining mess. Hips shaking all lewdly, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Considering simply pressing his face into the pillow didn’t cut it, he began biting the fabric, stuffing his mouth with it. You weren’t having any of that though, so you grabbed his hair by the roots with one hand, tugging his head back to mumble, “don’t do that, love, let me hear your voice.”

He shook his head in humiliation, panting while trying to form coherent sentences, “t-the… nghh, neig—HahhH..! Neighbours!! Mhffm..!♡♡” so he was aware of his volume, how cute. “They won’t hear, don’t worry.” You turned his head sideways, just a little, so that you could press a kiss to his tears-ridden cheeks, cooing sweetly, “so stop biting my pillow, alright?”

Seriously, he just can’t say no to you.

With lingering reluctance, he obeyed your command, but still clutched the cushions with his arms. Deciding he did a good job listening to you, you rewarded him with a small kiss to the back of his head, muttering, “good boy,” followed with your hand moving faster as it worked up and down his shaft. The wet squelching sounds echoed around your houses, bouncing off the walls. And when his voice hitched, becoming uncharacteristically high pitched, you knew he was close.

Such a beautiful melody to your ears, you loved how debauched he sounded right before he cums. Every time without fail he’d sound so needy, pleading with you, letting out all those shameful whimpers. It was heavenly. And if you wished to drag it out some more, you just had to let of his weeping dick. How convenient, wasn’t it? With that being said, you denied him again, your actions meeting a series of protests from the boy. “N-no, hnNghh, no no- y/n..!! Ah— I was s-so close.. please, p-please, I need it… m’s-sorwy.. please…♥︎♡♥︎” gosh, doesn’t he just sound so pitiful?

Even so, you didn’t cave in to his desperate begs, smiling down at him as he jerked his hips in futile attempts to reach the edge. So this was the punishment you mentioned, making him wait without knowing when it’ll end, probably a parallel to how you must have felt. Ah, really, he was sorry, won’t you please forgive him..?

Each time you denied him, his cries grew louder. More despair leaked into his tone while his body shook in the after glow of the denial. The feeling of having his long-awaited climax taken from him was unbearable, unable to do anything but beg for mercy from your hands. His sweat-covered, flushed body has long been rendered to nothing but a withering, mewling wreck. Yet Giyuu kept pleading, in the hopes it’ll make you give in just a few seconds earlier.

Until at some point something snapped and he suddenly became quieter, as if accepting his fate. Only muffled hiccups and whines slipped from his bruises lips, swollen from all the biting. It was so close to ripping and bleeding too. One look and you could tell his brain has really turned into mush, into something nonfunctional, unable to form any kind of thought process. The only thing he could think of was the need to cum and how nice your hands felt, stroking his pitiful dick.

By the looks of it, every touch must have hurt, considering he has been on the brink of climax for so long he felt like his cock will burst any second. Every little touch made his body jump. His tip has turned into such a deep crimson shade, you were starting to feel bad for him. Not to mention his face was like a work of art, covering in all kinds of fluids. Some of his tears crystallised on his flushed cheeks, and drool was hanging out of his parted lips. If you had to name your favourite though, it’d be his eyes, those gorgeous deep blue irises. All glazed over, unfocused, and yet lust-filled and needy.

When you decided to give him that handjob again, only a small trickle of pre dripped down from his tip, onto the puddle of fluids located underneath him. This sight was simply beautiful, you didn’t quite understand why you relished in this debauched state of his, perhaps you were somewhat of a sadist when it came to him. Nevertheless you were thrilled. Ah… regrettably his expressions have become dull, so you had to think of a way to get him out of his trance.

“Giyuu~ don’t you want to cum?” You teased, anyone would be able to tell what the answer is after all. The boy glanced back at you with watery eyes that begged you silently, a meek expression and trembling lips. The urge to pat his head was strong, so you reached out to stroke his hair, whispering, “I’m not angry anymore.” It was the truth, just you haven’t been angry since hours ago. “So… if you ask real nicely, I might do what you want~” aha, this was what you were scheming.

To be honest Giyuu knew you were doing this to gauge his reactions, yet he’s been reduced to such a whiny, pathetic thing, he couldn’t care less. Any shame he used to have has been thrown out for now, all that mattered was the release he’s been awaiting torturously. A shaky exhale escaped his slightly parted lips before he murmured poison sweet, “y-y/n… c-can I p-please cum…?”

How you missed his voice, gods this was more than enough to encourage you to do more. A cheeky grin plastered across your face as you messed with him a little more, working to ruin him even further, “try again~” but you weren’t that mean, which is why you jerked him off simultaneously. The only issue? You did it so lazily, instead promised to do it properly if he begged you some more. If you had know earlier that that amateur-ish friction would be enough to make him spill, you might have done things differently.

A fuzzy cloud of lust was hanging over Giyuu, and poor baby was so overstimulated he couldn’t think clearly, all he could do was follow your every command, eyes dropping as he hiccuped. “I-I don’t know hnng, w-what to s-say…” now you were feeling a little like a villain, switching back to a gentle tone as you said, “take your time, dear, don’t stress it.” He smashed his face into the soft pillows again, sniffing and trying to hold back from rocking his hips, before muttering in a small voice, “please—”

You waited, humming, letting him take all the time he needed while caressing his spine, fingertips dancing around his scar. The other hand was still on his angry arousal, creating perverted squelching sounds with every stroke. His sex twitched tirelessly, reacting to the pleasure surging through him. Once he gathered himself, he tried again. All he basically had to do was ‘tempt you’, right?

Fresh tears hit the sheets beneath him, and he clenched his teeth as he forced his limps to work despite them being all strengthless and useless. He shifted slightly, arching his back some more and pushing his hips out, “p-please, I-i wanna cum… hic..! Y/n.. please, l-let me… it hurts ♡♥︎”

How undignified~ this took every last scraps of sanity he had! Posing all erotically like this… you better make him come after this…!

On the other hand you were pondering other things, for example… Where did he learn to beg like that? He was making you seem like a real pervert- not that you were complaining. After all, he was doing such a good job bending over for you. “You did well, Giyuu.” You praised him with a soft smile, licking your bottom lip before continuing, “I’ll do as you wish.” With that being said, you speed up your pace, causing him to jerk abruptly despite his efforts to keep still. His toes curled inwards and his hands dug holes into the sheets.

It hurt, it hurt so bad, and it was so good. His leaking member was so overwhelmed every touch was painful, but he couldn’t differentiate between pain and pleasure anymore, moaning out loudly while drool dripped down his chin, “ah-ahh..! D-don’t stop, UhmM~ p-please don’t.. I really, nghh, really want it♥︎♡♥︎”

You were a little surprised at how quick this happened, even if it was logical, considering he’s been teetering on the edge for so long already. On top of that, he was on a mission for multiple months, and both of you knew giyuu’s sensitive when it came to your touches. Of course he’d be sobbing his eyes out and shiver like a plucked string. So it’s not his fault he feels like passing out already, with a face that fits the words ‘fucked stupid’ like a key to a lock, okay?

Furthermore, he’s been touch-starved without you. He missed you so much after all, even if he won’t say it out loud. Don’t you know your touch always makes him crazy? It’s like a drug he doesn’t want to quit, he wants to feed on your warmth and bath in the ecstasy. Enjoying the brain-numbing experience he could only have with you, having pleasure course through every vein, rendering his muscles useless. How he adored this feeling of his eyes rolling back from the bliss you inflicted in him.

His arousal twitched a few more times, splattering pre onto his stomach and your wrists, bouncing with every involuntary shake of his hips. What was he supposed to do? It was so good he couldn’t his moans from leaking out, if you pulled away this time as well, he might really melt into a puddle. Nothing mattered more than the tightening sensation festering in his lower abdomen right now, please don’t deny him again~!

“Y/nnnn..!!! C-coming, coming I-i— hnnnghh ♥︎♡♡~!!” He groaned, a loud, unrestrained sound escaping the confines of his mouth. It sounded so primal, so intense, you were sure your neighbours heard that. White ropes of cum shoot out of his tip, spilling onto the sheets beneath. You kept the movement going to help him ride out his high, that took quite a while because he just kept cumming. He must have been really pent up, huh? Maybe much more than what you expected.

After a few more pumps you let go of his cock, and stared at the mess clinging to your palms, then back to the man still whining quietly. The fluids dripping from his spend sex were sticking to his body, resulting in little strings connecting his thighs to the mattress. Giyuu tried to calm his breathing, taking deep, shaky breaths. It was difficult, his heart was racing too much. When he tried to turn around to look at you, he couldn’t muster the strength to even sit up a little, flopping flush against the bed and panting heavily, “haaah… ngh-ahh… mhmm!”

Out of nowhere his shame came back like an unwanted guest, washing over him, causing him to almost cry out in frustration. Please don’t look at his pathetic state…! It’s too humiliating, will you still want him after seeing all this?

You ran your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, brushing it aside to kiss his nape again, whispering against the still slightly reddish spot, “you look adorable, Giyuu. I love it.” He didn’t respond. There were two reasons, he was too tired and he couldn’t think for the moment. So all he did was accept the compliments with a weak, meek nod. Seeing him so pliant now, you caressed his cheek, and he nuzzled against your palm instinctively, even now eagerly accepting your every gesture.

So cute! You weren’t lying when you said that, you found him simply endearing. His moans, his cries, and his expressions… just thinking about it puts a smile to your face. That’s why, how long should you let him recover before going for a second round? As you’ve said before, you’ve got all the time in the world, and the night is young. Plus, you weren’t satisfied just yet ♥︎

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Nini!rant 2.0:

In the first fic I had planned for this, we were an innkeeper & Giyuu was a pathetic meow meow whom we sometimes housed. Like he’d use our inn when on longer missions in the area. But it got too long cuz I’d have to establish how they went from strangers to one-night stand partners. And that takes way more effort than just having them have an established relationship already.

My solution used to be making reader down bad, since I don’t think giyuu’s the type to take the first step haha. In the end I hated it, so I scratched the 5k words. Which got me so depressed I got writers block and thus couldn’t continue kinktober last year lmao

You gently lace your fingers in his head in a comforting manner, and Giyuu starts leaning into your touch, but suddenly you close your hand into a fist and push down his head into the sheets. You resume your pace and make sure to hit his sweet spot with every single plunge you take at him, but not before hitting his ass once more, making him mewl in surprise.

Like this, the usually composed hashira has no filter, so he just lets all his pretty noises fall from his lips in contrast to his quiet nature. Really, the way he's covered in his own drool and snot, tears falling from his puffy eyes and his cock leaking like a faucet is a damn sight.

"I didn't know you could look so debauched, Giyuu~ maybe I should spank you more often. What do you think, dear?", you whisper in his ears. He only groans in return, too cock drunk to give any meaningful answer.

Your grip on his hair tightens and you yank his head up. "It's rude to ignore others when they ask you a question. Answer me.", you sau in a stern tone, your gaze cold as ice now. Seems like you weren't done teaching him some manners.

iguro squirmed and writhed beneath her, his cock twitching in her hand as she continued to stroke him, teasing him with the promise of release that she knew she would never grant. his breath came in ragged gasps, his hips bucking instinctively against her touch, and he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. but just as he thought he could bear it no longer, she increased the pressure on his engorged shaft, her grip tightening until it hurt.

"iguro," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "you know you're being a damn bratt, don't you?" she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "you know you shouldn't be this aroused, this turned on." she paused, her touch growing more insistent, and he felt himself losing control. "but you can't help it, can you?"

iguro's head thrashed back and forth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. he wanted to beg, to plead with her to let him come, but he knew better. he knew that she would never grant him that release, not until she was ready. and deep down, he loved her for it. he loved the way she dominated him, the way she controlled him so completely. it was the only thing that felt right.

his body trembled as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment. he felt her fingers begin to move faster, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, and he arched his back, moaning loudly. "fuck…" he managed to whisper, the word little more than a breath.

"fuck, please… i can't take it anymore…" he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. but she ignored him, her grip on his cock unyielding. iguro felt himself about to explode, his body tensing as he tried to hold back the oncoming orgasm. "fine!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the mattress. "i'll be good! just let me cum!" he let out a shuddering breath, realizing too late that he had just given her the power to deny him again.

"i'm sorry, i can't hear you," she said, her voice cold and distant. "i thought you were being bad." she continued to stroke him, her grip unyielding, her touch growing more demanding. "maybe if you were a good boy, you'd get what you want."

iguro's body thrashed beneath her, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. part of him wanted to lash out, to demand what he deserved, but another part of him knew better. he knew that she was in control, and that to defy her would be to lose her forever. so instead, he buried his face in the pillow, biting down on the soft fabric as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to consume him.

"please…" he moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. "i'm sorry… i'll be good… i promise…" he felt himself getting closer and closer, his cock throbbing in her hand as he begged for release. but she only smiled, her eyes fixed on him, her expression mocking.

"maybe next time," she purred, her fingers moving faster, harder. "if you're a really good boy." and with that, she increased the pressure on his cock, her nails digging into his skin, driving him closer and closer to the edge. iguro arched his back, his hips bucking frantically against her hand, but it was no use. she had him right where she wanted him.

giyuu’s so cute to tease. desperate, horny. he’s relatively quiet during sex asides from some sweet whines and gasps, but he’d be sooo noisy like this. breaths coming fast and wet, as he tugs you closer to him while he humps your leg.

“c’mon, need it,” giyuu whimpers, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. he nuzzles his head into your neck, a strangled sob leaving his throat as you raise your leg into his needy cock. “p-please! don’t tease.”

you struggle to bite back a chuckle at how just damn horny your beautiful partner is, stroking a hand against his sweaty hair. “use your words,” you tease. “what does my baby need?”

“n-no, don’t make me say it… please,” he mutters between whines, squeezing his thighs together against your own and grinding down harder.

he acts like he hates it— you teasing him and making him beg for what he wants. but giyuu loves it. it’s cathartic for him, to let go of any shame. to let you take him apart and use his body how you please. if you push him just the right way, like this, he’ll scream pleas of more into the pillow until his throat goes hoarse.

“i dunno… i’m not too convinced.”

“f-fuck me, please, i need it! want it so bad!” giyuu cries, arching his back into you so beautifully and tearfully. with a harsh grind against your thigh, you feel a patch on your pants grow wet.

“no… fuck, i’m sorry.” giyuu says, attempting to pull off with his eyes lidded. you grip his waist tight, pulling him back down onto your leg, yelping at a swift spank over his ass.

“you’re beautiful, ‘yuu. let me fill you up good, mkay? fuck you dumb.”

giyuu could come in his pants like this. but he needs his hole filled— needs to be fucked stupid. he can feel his brain growing fuzzy, the corner of his vision going a little blurry. the only thing that boils in his stomach is pleasure and the knot of an orgasm on the brim. he loves that mindless feeling as you drag him onto your cock, enjoys the almost dehumanizing feeling of being a warm sleeve for you to use.

of course, giyuu knows you love him. knows you care for his pleasure— but his pleasure is best earned when you’re chasing your own. no matter how much you use him, he’s still so tight, clenching desperately around you, hands grasping against anything he can to ground himself as he feels another orgasm brewing.

“cumming, so good! mhh, please! m-more…” giyuu cries, a small bit of tears and drool staining the pillow beneath him as you pound deeply into his tight hole. his chest is flat against the bed, hips pulled impossibly high as you piston deep into him.

reaching your hand down, you flick at the tip of his red sensitive cock. he squeals, eyes opening wide as he sniffs.

“that’s… no, too much, just came! d-don’t—”

you know giyuu doesn’t mean it when he says no. he’d let you know if he truly didn’t want to— so you wrap your hand against his wet weeping cock and pump. giyuu’s hips jerk wildly, cum spurting out of his cock as you force his head back into that airy and floaty feeling.

“gonna— ngh, sensitive! fffuck,” giyuu drawls, nouth agape as his body twitches. his tongue hangs loose from his mouth, tears running down his adorably red cheeks.

“you got this, baby. attaboy. so good,” you praise, a slap against his ass arching his back further back into a position that has you pounding against his abused prostate. “my pretty, pretty, good boy.”

“good? i am?”

“mhm, my good little fucktoy. you love this, right? love getting pounded like the slut you are?”

giyuu nods quickly, hiccuping as you thumb over his slit as you press deep against his prostate. he feels melted, letting you take such good care of him as he lays there like a doll.

he can’t take it, but he has to keep cumming. his tummy feels so full… giyuu’s too brain dead to tell if it’s from your cum or from another orgasm building. a press against his tummy will have him shaking like crazy, holding it hard as he comes again. his body is so used, so tired, but it’s so soothing and cathartic. giyuu loves to be treated like a dumb little cumdump~

(and ps. as much as giyuu loves being fucked to tears of overstimulation, i think he’d cry at genuine slow sex. nothing too crazy, he just gets emotional at the love he’s feeling, and cries unconciously.

Tanjiro tried to ignore your teasing. Tried to ignore the way your hands would linger on his skin for a second too long or the way you lightly touched his hips when you walked by and pretended that nothing was amiss. Tried to ignore the way your words seemed to be so much more than light-hearted compliments. 

But he couldn't. He began to daydream about you. First just simple romantic situations. Going on a picnic together, holding your hand, sharing secret kisses in the night. But soon, he began to imagine something more. Something he shouldn’t be doing. He turns your sweet compliments into something lewder, and by each night, his fantasies began to progress into something unimaginable. 

He felt ashamed of these thoughts. He has never had sex before and honestly, up until recently he hadn’t even thought of it. In fact, he didn’t even know what it was until Zenitsu got a little too detailed about his lusts. He explained that you are only supposed to do it with someone you love, especially your wife. (The blonde also teased the living hell out of him for being an adult, and still not knowing what sex was).

That was only two weeks ago. A week after you started your teasing, and his whole world has shifted.  

At first, the thought of sex grossed him out. But slowly, as his mind traveled back to what the blonde said, his dick got hard. He had seen this before in the mornings back when he was a teenager and when a pretty girl from the village would bend over, giving him a slight view of her breasts. With time, it goes away. Cold showers also do the trick. But now it wasn’t going away, and even worse, he couldn’t stop thinking about you in these moments. 

He would grip the sheets and rub his thighs together to help ease the ache until he eventually passed out from exhaustion. He has kept up the routine for the past couple of nights, and by god it was driving him insane. He also can’t bear to face you in the morning. He is too ashamed of his body and mind.

Last night he didn't just think about your teasing and soft caresses; he daydreamed about you touching his cock. Before, it was just kissing, maybe with just a little too much tongue, and maybe your kimono slipped past your shoulders. 

But never has he gotten so deep into the fantasy that you would ever touch him in a place so dirty. The guilt he felt the second he imagined it made him soft again. He clutched onto his pillow sheet to try to forget about it.

He was growing exhausted. The lack of sleep was really taking a toll on him. He pads his way over to his room, fresh out of training, with lidded eyes. Without really thinking about it, he opens the first door in front of him. 

It wasn’t his room. 

He stumbles through a door a little clumsily, and immediately pauses in shock. His breath catches when he finds you in the room, and undressing. Your back was facing him, and you had just taken off your shirt, leaving you in your black lace bra. You turn around at the noise, eyes widening with shock. Then, when you process who it is, you begin to laugh lightly at him, unashamed at your lack of a top.

Tanjiro turns bright red and he frantically waves his hands in front of his face. “S-Sorry!” He yells, bowing his head quickly and slamming the door shut. He huffs to himself and uses his hand to cover his mouth. He has to forget that image, has to or else he is bound to never get any sleep.

“Tanjiro?” You call from the other side of the door and he tears his hands from his mouth, cringing from pure embarrassment.

“Yeah, Y/N?” His voice came out a pitch higher with nerves. He grips his kimono, trying to pull himself back together.

“Can you come in here? I need some help.” 

He pauses for a moment. This was a test, it had to be. You were without a shirt in there; why would you need his help now of all times? But still, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity slide. So, he nods to himself, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and focus on trying to calm his dick down. He can do this. “Yeah, of course!” He chirps as normally as he can and gently opens the door again.

There you stand with your back to him, still in the same bra as a couple of seconds ago. He freezes, and blood rushes to his face. Maybe he couldn’t do this. 

“It’s stuck. I can't unclip it,” You whine, craning your neck to look back at him. His heartbeat begins to pick up and he subtly moves his hand to try to hide his growing cock. This was bad. Really bad.

His mouth goes dry, but he nods. “A-Alright.”

You smile to yourself and turn around again. Shaky hands come up to your bra, and he struggles to unclasp it. You hum to yourself, intrigued. “It’s difficult, isnt it?”

He nods his head and stares at his fingers. It wouldn’t be if they werent trembling. “Yeah, but I’ll get it off, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t.”

The tips of his ears burn, and he tries his best to ignore it. He gulps and finally with much struggle, manages to unclasp it. His hands drop immediately, and he stares at your bare back. He wants to touch it. Tanjiro takes a step backward and rests his hand carefully in front of the slight bulge.

You moan and stretch your arms. The sound goes straight to his groin. “Ah! Feels good,” You say, listening to the sound of your shoulder popping. He watches your back muscles contract, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Well, if that’s all you ne–”

You turn around, and Tanjiro’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. His face turns a dark shade of red and he is left speechless. Your bare chest is on full display for him, and you seem to be smiling like you didn't have a care in the world. He was struggling to look at your face though, too enamored by the sight in front of him. 

So pretty.

“Thanks Tanjiro!” You chirp as if nothing was amiss. It seems to snap him out of it, and he tries desperately to focus on your face. Your face. Your nose. Your lips. Anywhere other than your breasts, because that was rude. You were a lady and he was raised correctly.

“Ah–Yeah,” He whispers and then notices your questioning face. “Um y-yeah! Of course…Um…I guess I will be going now…” The boy stutters out, feeling like an awkward teenager. His eyes seem to find the walls to be strangely interesting. Two hands now are being held in front of his pants.

You pout at him, and tap on his chest. His eyes flicker back to you, and he tries his hardest not to look farther down than he should. “So soon? Aw Tanjiro, don’t be so mean! Y’know I don’t like being alone.”

He gulps, and holds back a whimper. Do you not even realize how hard you are making this for him?

His eyes, without meaning to, trail back to your breasts. He startles himself by doing this, and he immediately snaps his eyes back to your face. The poor boy internally begins to panic. You totally saw him do that. You were going to deem him a pervert. He basically sexually harassed you. Would you still want to be friends with him? And why the hell is his dick twitching now of all times. 

“My my! Tanjiro you have some wandering eyes,” You purr, a grin plastered upon your face. Your hands move closer to one another, and by doing so, the plush of them seem to get bigger. You are killing him.

He pales and immediately takes a step back from you, waving his hands in front of his face for the second time tonight. Then, he bows at a full 90 degrees and squeezes his eyes shut. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Please forgive me, Y/N! I-Ill leave then,” He scrambles out, immediately turning to race out the door. To deal with his problem alone, and rightfully so for what he did to you.

“Do you want to touch them?”

He stares at the door, eyes wide. “What did you say?”

“I’ll let you feel them. I mean I saw that look in your eyes. You want to, yes?” 

His mouth goes dry, and everything goes blank. His eyes drift back to his hard on, and he subtly readjusts his clothing. Then, with much hesitance, Tanjiro nods. “Um…Can I? If that's okay with you of course…”

You let out a giggle. “Well, I did just offer, silly.”

He flushes red, and nods again. Then, he slowly turns back to you. He makes sure to stare at your face this time, even with the newfound approval. He tried to maintain some sort of respect. The nervous boy pads over to you, and finally, when he stands merely inches away from you, he stares at the floor. Now what.

You sense his nerves immediately, and bite your lip to hold back another giggle. Then you reach your own hands out and grab onto his. He jumps a little, startled by the movement, but ultimately allows you to hold them. Your hands hold onto his wrists, and bring them to your chest. A hand on each tit.

Tanjiro stares, his mind going blank. He doesn’t dare to move his hands, afraid that he might hurt you. They are warm. Warmer than he thought they were going to be, but that makes sense, considering they are mounds of fatty tissue. He doesn't think about the logistics of it.

The two of you stand in silence, and honestly, although Tanjiro may be enamored, you are feeling a little awkward. He hasn't moved an inch. “Are you frozen or something?”

He finally breaks his trance to look up at you sheepishly. “Oh! R-Right. Yeah…” 

The hands finally begin to move, and he squeezes the skin, ever so gently. His eyes widen at the feeling, and he gulps. “Soft,” He mumbles to himself, giving another testing squeeze. You hold back a giggle. He really seemed to be enthralled by them.

“Have you never seen a woman's chest before?” You question, already knowing the answer. He was very easy to read.

The boy shaked his head, slowly, as if embarrassed, and you smile, reaching up to pet his head. Then, you lean forward, close to his ear. “Have you seen a woman naked before?” You whisper, the heat of your breath making him shiver.

He catches his breath, and pauses his movements again. This time he answers out loud. “N-No.”

“Do you want to?”

He gulps and goes silent for a second. His dick was already hard, and it was beginning to be uncomfortable. It wants nothing more to see you naked though.

But, logically he knows thats wrong. He already walked in on you changing, is now touching your breasts, and is unbelievably turned on. It was borderline disrespectful to you. Not how he should treat women. 

He opens his mouth to apologize and leave, but you stop him. Your pants fall before he could say anything else and Tanjiro is at a loss for words. You weren't wearing underwear.

A woman is naked in front of him. He is touching a woman, and in a way that was not brotherly or platonic like he was used to. He is standing in front of the girl he has been having wet dreams about for the past week. 

“Oh wow. Wow. You are beautiful,” He breathes, mesmerized as he takes in your bare appearance. 

You smile at him, and glance downward. “And you are hard.”

Tanjiro pulls his hands away from you so quickly, you don't even have time to react. His hands are in front of his pants in an instant, and his eyes are wide with panic. You watch the way his mouth begins to open, obviously about to stutter out some sort of apology, but you are quick to cover it with the palm of your hand.

He stares at you with owlish eyes, but doesnt dare to move, afraid of the consequences. “Can I touch you?” You purr, gently pulling away his hands from in front of his uniform. He lets you, nodding his head hesitantly, but you can tell he is nervous, flushing red and trembling slightly.

The boy forces his eyes shut so he doesnt die from embaressment. The movement causes you to chuckle, but you dont mind too much, focusing your full attention on the sight below his pants. Your hands make their way to the cloth, and the second your palm grazes it, he is moaning out from behind the hand.

You raise your eyebrows at the noise, but continue to gently palm at it. “Sensitive?” 

His whole body jerks and he nods profusely under your hand. He begins to talk from under your hand, but it comes out muffled, so you are quick to remove it. “Wh-What are you doing? It feels weird!” He stutters out, confused and overwhelmed, but not daring to pull away.

You pause for a second. He seems to be shocked at your antics. Too shocked. “Tanjiro, you have touched yourself, correct?”

“What do you mean?” He whimpers out when your hand movements get rougher, almost dragging itself up and down his length. It feels strangely good.

You slip your hands inside his pants before he can protest, and begin to trace your fingers over his cock. The boy yelps in shock, and his eyes widen impossibly so. “What are you doing?” He repeats, more frantic this time. “That's dirty!” His cry is cut off by a breathless moan, as his eyes slightly roll back.

“Your dick,” You deadpan, ignoring his previous two statements. “Masturbated?”

He goes silent for a couple of seconds, eyes shut, and shivering under your touch. The poor boy's brain hasn't caught up with him. “Masturbated?” He breathes in question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This was all so new to him, he didn't know what to do or say.

Your eyes widen, and you have to hold back a laugh. This was something you have never encountered. You have met virgins, but someone who has never explored their very own body? Never. Though, it did make sense, considering how busy he was during his adolescence.

You pull his dick out, sliding his pants down his hips. He covers his face with his arms, not wanting to see the whole thing. Nobody has seen his full body, other than his friends when he went to bathe. But this was different. Completely different.

“Aw poor baby,” You coo, and he whines out at the nickname. “What do you do when this happens? You have gotten hard before, right?”

He is struggling to speak. Your hands have picked up their pace, and Tanjiro feels like he is on cloud nine. If he just did this all this time, would things be easier? “Cold showers work and–ngh, s-sorry sometimes I wait a bit…Or rub my thighs together to…to….oh that's so good–ease the pain!”

It was all so endearing to you. You have been in Tanjiros group for a year now, but you would have never guessed he was so innocent. You are surprised that Zenitsu, the little perv, hasn't taught him any of this. He must not have known either. I mean majority of the people find out on their own.

“Oh Tanjiro, you must have had it so hard. Don't worry I will–”

“Wait! Wait!” He screeches, cutting you off, and grabbing onto your shoulders and resting his head on them. You immediately pull away from his cock, but he whimpers and shakes his head. “No. No. No. Dont stop,” He basically begs, voice high in pitch and whinier than you have ever heard. “Just s-something happening.”

Your hand goes back to their movements and you sigh in relief, knowing exactly what the boy is talking about. “Are you going to cum?” You ask, and he doesn't say anything, most likely confused again. You feel his warm breath on your neck. “Sorry, that was a stupid question. You are close to orgasming. It's supposed to feel good, really good. So just relax, okay ‘jiro?”

The slayer nods, tears building up. He feels a strange sort of tightening in his lower stomach, and it feels pleasurable, but all and all, strange. His moans become louder, and he grips onto your shoulders like he is afraid you'll somehow disappear.

The boy takes your advice, and tries to relax, but his whole body twitches whenever your hand grazes the tip. It's unbelievably sensitive there, and it honestly scares him a little bit.

Suddenly his eyes fly open and his whole body tenses up. He grabs onto you in panic, wrapping his arms around you, practically engulfing you. “Oh no. No no no. S-Somethings coming out. Oh my–I'm going to pee. Y/N!” He yelps, panicking, but not wanting you to stop. It's all so confusing and he feels like he is losing his mind, but one thing he knows very well is that he really does not want to pee on you. Tanjiro would never recover from something so horrific.

You giggle at him, and use your other hand to pet the back of his head, hoping to comfort the startled boy. “You are not going to pee, relax, yeah? It's called cum, or semen I guess. It's a liquid, but not pee, I promise. Every male does it when they orgasm.”

He visibly relaxes at this, and you smile at him. Once again, he focuses on the build up of pleasure, shutting his eyes and groaning into your neck. He even has gotten confident enough to begin humping into your hands. The movements are shaky, like he is driven upon instincts alone, but cute.

Your thumb run over the tip and it spurs him to his high. His hands once again come gripping onto you, and his body caves in over on itself. “It's coming! Please, please, please!” 

You hum at him, and continue to stroke him off, glancing down to watch the way it shoots out of him. It's strong, and the white liquid stains your stomach. You eye it with amusement, and slight shock, and how much he is letting out. I mean that makes sense though, he has had it stored up for many years.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, is experiencing the best pleasure he has felt in his life. His abdomen tightens, and he accidentally digs his fingers into your back. His legs are shaking and he feels on the brink of collapsing. He doesn't breathe – he can't really, everything was too intense. Oxygen was the least of his priorities right now. But his mouth was hanging open, and occasionally letting out loud whimpers and groans. 

The whole orgasm took around thirty seconds. And you only touched him for about a minute. It was the most pleasurable minute and half of his life. He wished he could go for longer.

When he comes down from his high, he pants into your neck, catching his breath. His dark eyes flicker to your hand, and he screeches, panicked and pulling away. “Oh my–Whats that? I’m sorry, ew, ew, ew.”

You laugh at the frazzled boy, surprised to see him like this. He was always the calm and composed one of the group, it was endearing to watch him so frantic and panicked. His wide eyes stare at his own cum on your hands and now bare stomach. 

Then, much to his horror, you bring your hand up to your mouth, and kitten lick it. He stares at you in pure terror as you swallow it. His brain finally catches up to him after a couple seconds go by. “No! Don't do that, Y/N. Its dirty, so dirty!” He scolds, pulling your hand away from your face and scanning the room for a towel of some sort. When he doesn't find anything, he is quick to use the sleeve of his uniform to wipe off the substance, not caring that he will have to wash it later.

You ignore the slayer, but wait until he is finish. Then you push on his chest, with an incredible amount of force, considering how sturdy he was. He stumbles backward, hitting the edge of your bed, which sends him falling back onto the soft sheets. 

He is quick to assess the situation, looking around in mild shock from it all. But, he doesn't have time to really think about because your still bare body climbs over him. He watches the way your breasts hang, and gulps with a small squeak before looking up at your face again.

You grab one of his hands, and place it in between your thighs. Tanjiro does his best to not panic too much.

“Well, now that we explored your body, dont you think its time to return the favor?” You say, grinning feralishly, while the blushing boy lets out an audible gulp, whines, but finally nods. He feels himself growing hard again.

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And then he'd ride you, fast and hard. He'd feel you through your boxers, through his own panties. He'd claw at your shoulders when you grinded against his clit just right and tears would fall as his eyes fluttered. He'd scream out-

"I guess you like the outfit?" And- wait, no, that's not what happens.

An amused huff punctuated your sentence, and as you eye him, several realizations hit him at once:

One, he was unbelievably wet. The throb of his clit and the uncomfortable wet feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin left him barely able to hold back a grimace, less he have to explain that to you too.

Two, he'd gone completely still in his daydream. How long had he been staring blankly at you, red in the face and just barely starting to breathe heavy? The only thing that could make this worse would be if he'd been wearing his summer uniform, the layers thin enough you'd have definitely seen his nipples perking through his shirt.

Third- he was wearing the summer uniform.

"Yes, I, it's very nice... my deepest apologies."

Your response comes paired with a toothy smile, and he swears he can feel himself getting wetter. "No problem, I know you have a lot on your plate. Hell, I'm distracting you right now, aren't I?"

You definitely were, just not in the way you think.

"I'll text you tonight then, Barbs. See you later~"

He nods, sad to see you go. You're his favorite distraction, his most coveted one easily. You probably think you were being a nuisance now.

Barbatos walks you out, waving and watching until you turned the corner out of sight. He sighs, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the nearest bathroom.

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He's baking cookies for you today. Soft, melty chocolate chip- just how you like it. In fact, he's baking a variety of pastries: donuts and cupcakes, all in your favorite flavors. He's making an "I'm sorry" basket for his shameful behavior the other day.

As he begins to glaze the donuts, hands drift over his waist, settling in place and pulling him closer- ass first -to your dick. He could feel it through your uniform; did you just get out of class? The lingering scent of potions gone right and wrong alike met his nose, and he chuckled, eyes crinckling at the corners when he smiles.

"You didn't even bother to change, I see."

Your lick the cuff of his ear, whispering into it. "Needed you too bad." By all nine of the circles. There was a greedy rasp in your voice, like you could barely speak through your own desire. Your hands got firmer as they slid down to hold his hips. Your thumbs massage circles into his ass as you give a few test thrusts, seeing how thick the material on his pants were.

He looks back to find you scrunching your brows as if in deep focus.

"I want these off." You say, your tone deadpan.

Barbatos jumps to obey, donuts completely forgotten, and you help him, shimmying his pants down as he undoes the buttons. You undo your own, and then it's briefs to boxers as you hump him, rocking him against the counter and making his eyes roll back. He's obsessed with the feel of it, how hard it is, leaving no room for mistaking how much you want him.

He's close, fuck, fuck, he's so close. You are too, going by the way your thrusts get more and more aggressive. Barbatos' eyes squeeze shut, and as his peak gets closer and closer, he can feel that tightening in his stomach, making him tense up right before the big-

His eyes spring open, immediately locking on where his hands have burst an entire piping bag of glaze onto one donut. Embarrassment at getting so caught up paints his face a lovely shade of rouge, getting even darker as he realizes that glazed donut holes are not the best distraction for... well, glazing (non) donut holes.

Once again, his underwear clings to his cunt, providing the slightest friction against his senstive clit as he moves about the kitchen, cleaning up his mess.

He sighs as, also once again, he makes his way to his room to clean up a different mess.

(–>Himself)

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"Fuck me, you're doing great 'batos."

Your hands are on his hips, helping him bounce on your clothed boner. You've barely got ten minutes- you both have places to be. Him, a meeting, you, a class. But that didn't stop you from sliding your pants to your knees and leaning heavily on a side table in one of the castle's many forgotten salons, nor him from showing you the pretty pink panties he put on today in the hopes you'd get to see them.

With your bulge fitted comfortably between his cheeks, he switched from bouncing to rolling, gyrating his hips and crying out like a whore as you groaned into his back, sinking your teeth into the blushed skin of his neck. Just low enough the collar of his uniform covers it, of course. You're nothing if not courteous.

As your blunt nails sink into his flesh, Barbatos starts to wonder if this is what insanity feels like. Delirium colored with the pinks and reds of lust, your groans like a mantra in his ears he can't, won't, get rid of. The ache of his own pussy consumes him- you're breathtakingly close, yet it's never enough for him. His greed is as constant as his heart beat, a steady rhythm of "more".

Your chest to his back, your breath on his ear. He'd soaked through his panties long ago and knew they'd be nothing short of ruined when he came. Cumming on your cock, even through your clothes... it was so good. God, you felt-

"-so good! Thank you by the way, I never would have fixed that without you."

And just like that, the time demon returns to the present.

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Despite the cold of the room, sweat rolls down the back of his neck as he thinks,

'What am I supposed to tell you this time?'

Barbatos can feel you staring at him, but it seems the floor is particularly interesting today. He can't keep his eyes off it- or rather, he can't keep his eyes on you.

A faint sunset pink dusts his cheeks, and in a manner much unlike his usual held-together persona, he fiddles with the edges and fingers of his gloves, tapping his foot against the shining wooden floors and licking his lips a rather unnecessary amount.

"Nervous?"

He chuckles when you ask, but there's no humor in it. He still doesn't look at you. He wishes he could go back to work. He's on his break right now, which he usually doesn't take, but took advantage of for your sake. It's only thirty minutes, but it feels like hours.

"There's no need for anxiety, Barbs. I just wanna talk..." You trail off into silence, polite on your part, suffocating on his. Leaning over, you take a sip out of the tea you personally prepared for this occasion. It held not so much as a candle to Barbatos', of course, but you thought it'd be a good change of pace for something like this.

'They're gonna hate me.'

He's so sure of it, not even a peek into the future would change his mind. You'd learn of his disgusting habits and shame him, then tell him you never wanted to see him again. It was inevitable.

"Barbatos,"

He tenses involuntarily at hearing his name.

"You've been distant lately, you know?" You watch his face as you talk, speaking slowly and gently, as if trying to calm a scared animal. "Avoiding me so actively that everyone has noticed, making excuses everytime I ask to hang out, and disassociating when we actually do. What's happening to us? Did I do something wrong?"

'Fuck.'

The thought is followed by budding tears in his eyes. He's ruined everything, and to top it off, you think it's your fault.

What the hell was he supposed to say to you?

"My apologies Master, I find myself lost in thoughts of your dick sandwiched between my asscheeks."?

Get serious.

....but as his own voice meets his ears, things do get serious. Very, very, very quickly.

The room empties of sound, not even a breathe to be heard. But as loud as his heartbeat is in his ear, there's no way you're deaf to it.

How the fuck did he accidentally say that aloud? Of all God-forsaken things-

"I... are you serious?"

For the first time since entering the room, he looks at you. Your face is oddly.... blank. He can't read your eyes, but your posture is rigid as you rest your forearms on your knees, hands tightly clasped around a small teacup.

There's no use lying now. It'd only serve to make things more awkward. This was his punishment, he was sure of it- to die in flames of embarrassment, haunted by this day for the rest of forever.

"I... suppose there are more choice words to be used. But yes. I want you quite badly, Master. Need you, even. And it's ruining my immortal life." The last part is no more than a whisper, but you hear him as though he yelled it.

"I know I've ruined our relationship. I've let your kindness go to my head, and find myself unsatisfied with standing quietly behind you. I wish to be by your side."

He's said so much, too much, but it's as if the words run from his mouth on their own. He bites down, almost drawing blood as his fangs dig into the soft skin.

You're silent, still as unreadable as a closed book. He feels out of place in his skin under your gaze. It's unwavering strength begins to unnerve him as he prepares for a verbal beating.

"Beside me, or under me?"

He'd say it's his turn to be speechless, but the shit eating grin on your face makes him think you knew exactly what you were going to say a long time ago.

Nevertheless, he answers seriously. Thinking back, it may have been the shock that made him answer so honestly.

"..both."

You smile wider, a wild look in your eyes.

"Both is good."

And in the following seconds, Barbatos was hit with realizations of several things, once again:

One, you were messy. The table was cleared of dishwear, utensils and food alike in a quick swipe of your arm. Hopefully, you didn't expect him to help clean it up later.

Two, you weren't and never have been a weakling. You lifted him with an ease he'd only seen out of Beezlebub, or Diavolo. Despite his size, he was pure muscle, and quite heavy. But you didn't even break a sweat as you held him bridal and layed him out on the table, gentle as a lover should be.

Three- it was just as big as he'd imagined.

You fit yourself between his legs, holding them wide open as you grabbed his waist to pull him to you. You whisper under your breath, and the lights flicker before dimming down. Your eyes are alight with something that scared him as much as it aroused him. It was bright, fierce, hot. Like passion, but so much more intense. It had to be in your blood, pumping throughout your whole body and heating your skin till it burned at the touch.

Scorching fingers caressed him through his clothes, dragging down his torso as if imagining how easily they could rip through the fabric, the shreds joining the shards of glass on the floor. Your bulge pressed into him more and more as you tried to get closer, as though dizzy-headed with the thought of fucking him deep.

God, he wanted you to fuck him deep. Maybe he was the dizzy-headed one.

"What did you dream about, Barbatos? Tell me everything, my love."

'Such a sweet talker.' He thought. But he lied if he said it didn't make his pussy throb.

"You had me just like this... with your face in my neck, telling me things, as you..." He blushes, and it encourages you closer. Chest to chest, your voice is a sultry whisper in his ear. "As I what, darling?"

He gulps audibly, nervous fingers grasping the sides of your shirt. You can hear a tremble in his voice, "You... you were dry humping me. Slow, but hard, and relentless. There were tears in my eyes."

He doesn't know what he expected, can't explain why his breath caught in his throat when you began to rock, slow, but hard. One hand cradled his face as he closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed by the drag of your cock over his clothes. You were pressing on his clit just right, even through the layers. Again...again, again, hah, agai-

"Ah!" He moaned out as you pressed especially hard. Your other hand was on his hip, and the bruising grip made him think you wanted this too more than anything else you've done so far. If he had to put it into words- you held him like you didn't think you'd ever get the chance.

"Fuck... tell me what I said, Barbatos."

It takes a few seconds, and when he finally finds his voice, his speech is interrupted by gasps of pleasure. "I.. hell, you- you told me how good I felt. That- fuck, Master- that you needed me. All the things you'd been waiting- hah, to do to me."

You kiss his neck, your voice low in his ear, but your words loud in his heart and mind. "You're perfect, Barbatos. Can you feel it? How hard you get me? Just looking at you- it drives me insane. Makes me wanna make you feel good."

The hand on his hip moves to undo his pants. He claws at your back as you speed up your strokes. "I'd go so deep, baby. Make you see stars. I wanna fuck you till you're sleep, till I'm the only thing you think of, till you call out of work."

You stop your administrations, and in the blink of an eye, Barbatos finds his panties are out where you can see them.

And yes- he is wearing the pretty pink ones.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you need me."

Like the asshole you are, you're much more gentle with your own clothes, getting them off just as fast yet leaving them mostly whole. Your dick twitches against the constraints of your briefs. It makes Barbatos salivate, the thought of having all of it on his tongue, down his throat, making him gag and cry. In his pussy, bruising his cervix and-

Why was he still imagining things, when the real thing was right in front of him?

Quick as ever you flip him on his stomach, smirking at how wet and sticky his panties have gotten. In this position, the fat lips pressed against the thin fabric in a way only describable as lewd. You drag a single finger down his slit, starting from his asshole and stopping at his clit. Watching him shiver as you dragged it back up, tremble as you go back down again. The shocked way he squeaks and grabs the table as you press on his clit.

You can't see his face when you put your own in it, licking him through the cloth, but you can definitely hear him. He's unabashedly loud, his hips acting on their own. Sloppy kisses make him squeal, and long strokes of your tongue make him moan. When you suck on his clit, he calls your name, a desperate cry that thanks you even as it begs for more.

"[Name], Cum- cumming. I'm-"

Your hand snakes down to grope at your dick as you eat him faster. You can taste him; his essence is all across your tongue and it's absolutely euphoric. He rocks a little harder every time you whisper how good he tastes into his clit, cries a little louder. You can hear how hoarse his voice is getting though. His screams are shadows of what they were, the scrape of his voice against his throat sending shocks through you. It all makes you suck him a lil harder.

And then he arches into your mouth, cumming on your tongue with a sultry moan from deep in his chest. Your eyes roll as liquid gold coats your tastebuds, the aftertaste like a mouthful of diamonds. Angelic whimpers meet your ears, and you can't help overstimulating him as you work to not waste a drop.

Barbatos swears that hours pass, but your clean up job only lasts a few more minutes. His head is heavy and light at the same time, not a thought to be found among the thick sex haze.

He feels like you shared your fire with him, the burning power shocking his nerves and waking his body up even as you suck him to sleep. Everything's so sensitive, too sensitive, yet you keep going...

Gods, please keep going....

Then you stop. He's left ass up and face down as you catch your breath. His own chest heaves, the tears that fell drying on his face or pooling between his cheek and the table. He should be worried about that, what a mess you'd made of him, of the room, of everything. But the only thing he could focus on was your breath, far too close to his sensitive, throbbing cunt.

Barbie's hips were bruised to the touch, yet he couldn't manage so much as a wince when you grabbed them again. You were much gentler this time, at least.

You pull him into your lap, a glimmer in your eye as his head lolls on your shoulder.

Slowly, tantalizingly so, you grind up into him. Weak he may be, he still tries to grip your wrists, settling for loosely wrapping his fingers around them. He feels your head come to a rest on his shoulder, and your hands move to interlock with his, dragging them with you as you wrapped both of your arms around his torso.

Borderline chaste kisses were peppered across his shoulders and neck as a pace was set. Barbatos didn't think he could take it- being humped like a whore, then grinded on mid-embrace like a lover dearly missed. The butterflies in his stomach stirred at the mix of emotions pumping through him, filling him with a ticklish, fluttery feeling that made giggles spill from his throat.

"...off."

He hums his confusion, and you try to be a little louder.

"Can I take these off?"

Your voice is a romantic whisper in his ear as you nod towards his panties, soaked through and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination by this point.

You asked so politely, and you made him feel so light, he couldn't find it in him to say no.

He blushes, and nods.

His panties are off in a snap! , pink pussy finally exposed. Now, his arousal soaked your briefs directly, and the twitch it gave at being so close to his warmth felt brand new.

The feel of the cold air against his hot cunt made him choke and sit up, breatheless gasps escaping in a flurry as you stroked the squishy lips, ghosting over his clit to circle his hole.

He watched your fingers drag arousal from his hole to where his bud ached, flicking it and making him cry. The tears streaked his skin as they fell fast down his cheeks. Watching you seemed to make it more intense, seeing exactly how your skilled fingers moved to bring him such electrifying pleasure.

Oh hells, you'd started moving again too. Your labored breathing was felt against his back as you grinded into him

t desperately. Your hips worked like you needed this, needed him, needed to cum against his cunt and take him over the edge with you.

Your fingers sped up as you strained to keep your pace steady, the jerk of your legs getting worse and worse as you got closer. Barbatos could feel how you twitched against the briefs, and even in his weakness, tried to meet your thrusts in the middle, rubbing his sensitivity pussy along your bulge and making himself sob at the intensity.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Heavy breathes and heady gasps filled the room as your stomachs started to lock with lightning. Barbatos was seeing stars, felt like he was one. Exploding with pleasure, bright as the sun and just as blinding. There wasn't a thought in his head as your grunts and moans became more frequent, the open mouthed kisses you planted on his ear and neck making his eyes roll. Your free hand left his hip and made for his nipple, and with an aggressive twist, it was over.

The two of you exploded in sync like a supernova of catastrophic levels, the orgasm rawing both of your throats as each other's names rang in the air. The flames in your blood were slowly doused, leaving your skin as sticky as it was sweaty- and it was very much so both.

Neither of you can breathe, so you pant between sloppy kisses. Weak arms wrap around your neck as your hands tangle in sweat-soaked hair, drool escaping down the sides of your lips. He can taste himself on your tongue still, his essence making your spit stick to your lips a little more. The sight spurred him more, until exhaustion truly wracked you both, dropping your bodies to the table in a mere moment.

Barbatos couldn't find any talking words. He's not quite sure what he could say- "hey, that was pretty nice, albeit unexpected?"

"Yeah, hah, that's one way to put it."

He has got to get control of that.

Your eyes were already closed when he looked up at you, using all his strength to do so. You whispered, mumbled really, and he strained to listen through the haze still clouding his mind.

"....beautiful, Barbatos. Everything... you. We have to do this again.... day when you're actually free."

Remembering he was far overdue to return to his position should have sent him into shock, or perhaps cardiac arrest, but he found all he could do was sigh. The castle would be fine without him for a couple hours... and it's not like they had any guests today...

Barbatos yawned, his head getting heavier and heavier with the rhythmic movement of your chest. A quick glance showed you to already be asleep, your peaceful expression painting a smile across his face.

His last image before drifting off is of you, with a single line of drool slowly slipping out the corner of your mouth.

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Barbatos, shivering and red-faced above you as his cock rests on you cheek, wet with your spit.

The want in your half-lidded gaze made his cock jump and drool, and the slow way you dragged your tongue from base to tip and back left his head spinning. Resting it on your tongue while he gripped your hair through his orgasm, spurts covering your lips and face, dripping down into your mouth-

"..[ame]. [Name]? Hello?"

You blink, and realize you'd been staring at the demon butler while imagining his cock in your mouth. You were discussing tea leaves, how did..?

"Ahem, ah. Sorry Barbatos- please, continue. I was just lost in thought, swear."

He smiles, a bit awkwardly, but continues. You try your hardest to pay attention this time.

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"Fuck."

Your eyes roll back as Barbatos throats your cock again. For someone who's usually so clean, his blowjobs were bordering on ridiculously messy. Spit dribbled down his chin and connected in milky strands from your cock to his lips. He had tears in his eyes and cum from previous orgasms caught on his lashes. Flushed a deep red, with his hair thoroughly mussed from how many times you ran your fingers through it...

He couldn't be more beautiful.

You cry out, rocking forward reflexively, fucking deep into his throat as he gagged around your length, ignoring the pain in his jaw as he tried to take you deeper, greedy for more of you, more of that stretched-out feeling in his throat.

He pulled off, gasping. Using the the tip of his tongue, he cleaned your tip, loving the salty taste of your cum.

"Darling.. "

He looked at you, eyed glazed with desire.

"...am I boring you?"

Once again, you snap back to the present.

Barbatos' face is as stoic as ever, but you can sense a sad undertone in his words. He's too polite to outright say anything, but you can tell you've hurt his feelings.

"Barbatos... Oh, I'm sorry. Really. You're not boring me, I was just... Lost in thought." Which wasn't a lie!

"May I ask what's troubling you, then?"

Fuckkkkkk. What the hell were you sposed to say? 'Sorry Barbs, I can't stop thinking about you gagging on my cock. Please, tell me more about this desert!'

You laugh and awkwardly scratch the back of your head, trying to think up a lie when you're saved by the bell.

Barbatos looks at his watch, sending a rather woeful look your way. "I must start on the Lord's lunch. I will see you later, [Name]."

You wave until he's out of sight, then plop down on the nearest surface in defeat. You've got to get control of yourself. But how?

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Days later, you find yourself in the kitchen helping Barbatos prepare for a tea party later that day, and you're proud to announce that you haven't thought about him sucking your dick (or you sucking his!) Once!

... because you did it for hours last night. And have been the night before any meetups with him.

But a win is a win! Barbatos seems quite happy you've been paying him so much extra attention lately, and if you continue like this, you'll be fine.

Just, make sure you don't pay too much attention to his ass when he bends over to put stuff in the oven. Or how cute the blush on his face is when he laughs. Or how much you wish he'd lose a few layers. All of them, preferably.

And definitely, definitely don't think about how amazing it'd feel to have him on his knees, desperately deepthroating you, testing your combined luck to see how many orgasms you can get in before somebody catches you both.

"...and I actually quite enjoy- oh. Um, [Name]?"

Fuck! You were doing so well. "Dammit, I didn't mean to-"

"You're... You seem to.." he gestures loosely to your pants, turning away to hide his blush. You look down, blushing hard with the force of your mortification when you realize...

You were hard. To the point where your pants were uncomfortable, actually.

There was an awkward silence. What could you say? Should you crack a joke? Run away in tears? Whip it out and hope for the best??

Barbatos makes the decision for you when he speaks. "[Name]... All those times you spaced off, what.. was on your mind?"

A strange question that you were sure would lead to an embarrassing plot twist. You accept your fate though, knowing that a lie would get you nowhere at this point.

"Oh, er, uh... you. And me. Us... doing... things."

He nods, catching your meaning. "When you would space off, I first thought you were getting bored of me. But the last few times, with the way you were looking at me, I started to consider a different possibility."

He glances between your eyes and your boner again, blushing more and chuckling. "Can I say my guess was correct?"

You're already mortified, why did he have to tease you on top of it?

Head heavy with shame, you nod.

Snirking, Barbatos' gaze grows heavy, and he takes his time checking you out, studying your body language and planning his next move. He approaches, giving you time to back out before trapping you against the counter with his arms. He pushes up against you, in between your legs, and tilts your chin up to face him.

"May I make your fantasies come true?"

You suck in a breath; you couldn't say yes fast enough.

Your lips meet in a sensual kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. As the kiss progressed, the two of you nonverbally agreed that it was too hot for clothes. The kiss turned to a frenzy, passion at the forefront of your minds as buttons popped and belts were unbuckled.

"Darling," pulling away from the kiss, Barbatos rests his head on yours and asks,"tell me: what were we doing in your latest daydream?" His gaze is intense, and looking into the bright green of his irises, the details seem to spill from your mouth on their own.

As you speak, he kisses his way down your body, leaving love bites in his tracks. Down on his knees- right where you want him -The stares at you through thick eyelashes, pulling down your boxers with his teeth. Your cock springs out, narrowly missing him.

The hunger in his gaze makes you nervous, but laced through it all lies excitement. He can't seem to take his eyes off it, one hand reaching into his own pants as he takes you in the other.

"I love it." He kisses your tip, precum staining his lips. "It's perfect. You're perfect." He kisses it again, taking it into his mouth and sucking and licking and making you twitch and whine.

"I wish you would have told me sooner. I've been thinking about doing this for a while myself." The reveal catches you off guard, but you don't get a chance to truly react when he suddenly takes you to the base, nose smashing up against your pelvis, and its all you can do not to cum on the spot.

He sets a pace, bobbing his head in time with his own strokes, getting sloppier as his hips twitched harder and harder, threatening to make him come undone in his own hand. Unable to hold it off any longer, you grab his head and hold him to your base, nutting straight down his throat. He reached his own climax in turn, cupping the head of his shaft as he twitched.

You're both left breathing hard when you let go, but you're not done with him yet. Just in case this was a dream, you wanted it to be the best you've ever had.

Crouching down, you take Barbatos by his ass and lift him, surprising the butler and yourself. You rest him on your shoulders, and take his sensitive, dripping cock into your mouth.

He gasps, and it's like your first fantasy all over again. But better.

He's rocking against your face, moaning your name while tears of pleasure cascade down his face. All too soon, he's crashing through another orgasm, cumming down your throat this time, and panting hard all over again.

You set him down on the counter, hoping to catch your respective breaths when an alarm goes off.

You and Barbatos look at his watch together, horror painted all over your faces.

The smell of cum and burnt delights met your noses, and a myriad of curious voices met your ears.

It was time for the tea party.

You lock eyes, share a quick, sticky kiss, and jump into action making this mess disappear.

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