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It was his fault.

A team of the strongest special-grade curses and curse users he had ever seen ambushed him in what was clearly a thoroughly planned attack. After all, they couldn’t beat him with their own strength and power. Satoru Gojo was the strongest for a reason. But they knew about his weakness: you, his best friend.

One of the curse users started spouting off personal information they had gathered about you. Your full name. Your address. They even bothered to mention how you’d often go to the grocery store every Thursday evening.

Next came the threats — the brutal, unspeakable death they wanted to subject you to.

Satoru should have known better than to lose his temper. He knew — he knew — those bastards just wanted to get him all riled up, but his better instincts fled his exhausted brain and nothing was left except burning rage.

Adrenaline worked in his favor at first. He killed them all.

But he was careless with his own life, leaving himself open to attack. And now, here he was, paying the ultimate price. Dying, and dying alone.

Cruel.

Satoru didn’t understand why he was searching around for his phone at first, patting his ripped, wet clothes. The thing was bound to be broken or soaked in his own blood by now, rendering it useless, but it was worth a shot.

Pulling it out of his right pocket made him all too aware that most of his right leg was missing. But he couldn’t think about that right now. His final thoughts wouldn’t be centered around great concern over his own body, or rather, what was left of it. They would be centered around you.

His blurry blue eyes stared at the cracked phone screen he held above his face. His finger clicked the power button, and when he saw that dull screen flicker to life, he figured that perhaps, in some sick twisted way, his prayers had been answered.

Trying to find your contact was pure hell. He could hardly see, which pissed him off greatly, because he wanted to soak in every photographed detail of the picture you and him took at the Cherry Blossom Festival last spring that served as his home and lock screen.

It would be his last time seeing that bright smile of yours. It would be his last time remembering the sweet treats you both shared. He’d always let you have the last bite.

“Why didn’t I kiss her that day?” Satoru thought. “Why haven’t I kissed her at all? What the hell is wrong with me?”

A tear rolled down Satoru’s bruised cheek. The thought of dying without having kissed you was unbearable. He had found himself in the perfect First Kiss Scenarios several times but chickened out at the last minute, thinking that he had time . . . time to build up the courage to ask you to be his. To turn a friendship into something greater.

But it was too late now.

It wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t die yet, he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t. He didn’t want to. Not when he hadn’t yet told you he was in love with you. Not when his lips haven’t touched your soft ones in a deep, passionate kiss. He imagined it quite often. Pulling you close, his hands either on your waist or cradling your breathtaking face. The kiss would last until your lungs burned from a lack of significant air, or until both of your unwavering urges to smile interrupted it.

He hadn’t touched your body beyond the regular, friendly ‘hey, how are you?’ hugs and your cuddling sessions on the couch during monthly movie nights. What would it have been like? To have your warm figure underneath him, your faces inches apart, as you moaned his name softly?

Perhaps, having sex with you would spell the difference between hooking up with someone versus making love, because when he closed his eyes at night and imagined your first time together, those sinful thoughts were lust-filled, that much was true, but at its core, they were romantic. He vividly pictured the sight of your stunning eyes. Holding your hand during. Running a warm bubble bath for you afterward. All of those little, heart-warming things; he imagined it more than the sex itself.

But it was too late now.

It wasn’t fair.

At the very least, he hoped he could hear your voice one last time. You truly loved to ramble. Hearing you go on, on, and on about whatever crossed your mind was one of the circumstances that made him fall for you, as it always made his heart skip a beat.

Now, he wanted to hear you go on, on, and on about whatever crossed your mind as his heart started to give out.

Satoru dialed your number, pressed the speaker button, and rested his phone on his slow-rising chest. He waited. After a couple of rings, your voice, filled with blissful unawareness, came through his phone.

“Damn it, ‘Toru. Your phone call made me lose my game,” you said playfully. “What’s up?”

“Sorry.” Satoru’s voice was hoarse. Lower than usual. Lacking its usual enthusiastic tone.

“You okay?” You asked worriedly.

“I’m fine . . . just woke up from a nap . . . is all.”

“At this hour? It’s almost time for bed!” You paused. Satoru could hear you sip something — must’ve been another cup of that new, flavored tea you purchased last week and raved about on a daily basis, he guessed.

Continuing on, you said, “Well, anyway, if you want some company, you could come over and spend the night. You were coming over tomorrow for dinner anyway.”

“I won’t be able to make it.” A string of blood slipped from Satoru’s mouth as he spoke.

“Oh, well, no worries. You’re still coming tomorrow then, right? I got everything we need to try to make noodles from scratch. You wouldn’t believe how long the line was at the grocery store today. This lady tried to cut in front of me, claiming she had ice cream or something, and I was like, boo-fucking-hoo, I have ice cream too. I let her cut in front of me though ‘cause she handed me five dollars. That’s just how long the line was. People were paying other people to get in front of them. Let that sink in. Crazy, right?”

That was right. It was Thursday. Your favorite shopping day. If Satoru had the energy, he’d smile at the thought of you strolling around a store, smiling happily at the sight of your favorite snacks being on sale.

“Tell me more about . . . about your day,” Satoru asked weakly. He wanted to hear your voice. He had to hear you ramble to him, just one last time. God, he loved it more than anything.

“Hmm,” you shuffled around a bit. “Well, I didn’t do much. Aside from grocery shopping, I spent some time playing that game I told you about, walking around town, um, that’s about it I think. Oh! I found this cute shop selling mochi! I bought you some. It was a brand-new shop too. It still smells like fresh paint in there. The owner was nice as well. There was this other place selling lemon milk, which sounds kinda gross, but it’s basically just creamy lemonade I think, but I could be wrong. I think I’ll let you waste your money and try it before I do, just in case it’s disgusting. But yeah, that was my day. How was yours?”

“I’ve had better days. I don’t really . . .”

Satoru was cut off by his own choking. He coughed, then coughed again, coating his chin with that crimson-red fluid.

“‘Toru? Are you sure you’re okay? Are you sick or something? Is that why you took a nap?”

“Don’t you worry about me,” Satoru whispered.

He wasn’t certain you heard him at first, as you were quiet for a brief moment.

“No, no, I’m gonna worry about you. I’m always gonna worry about you,” you said. This time, it was Satoru’s turn to meet your words with silence.

“‘Toru?” You called out.

He tried to speak. He wanted to. But he could only cough and choke. Choke and cough.

“Okay, I’m on my way to your house. You sound horrible, like when someone’s drinking water and it goes down the wrong pipe, you know?”

“I’m not home,” Satoru responded.

“Where are you then?”

He could hear the worry in your voice.

“Satoru, where the hell are you? What’s going on?”

He coughed. More crimson-red.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m checking your location. You’re scaring me right now.” You paused for a moment, and when you spoke again, your voice was distant. Satoru gathered that you had put him on speaker as you checked your phone for his whereabouts. “You’re . . . it looks like you’re in the middle of nowhere. I’m on my way. What exactly happened? Were you walking to the store or something and passed out? When I get there, you’re going straight to the ER, I don’t care if you just have a small cold-”

“I’ll be dead by the time you get here, sweetie.”

The silence that followed his words snapped his slow-beating heart into pieces, because just as his heart was shattered, your world was as well, and he couldn’t stand being the reason for your suffering.

Another tear fell from his blue eyes, splattering onto the grass below him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so . . . sorry. I just wanted to keep you safe-” Satoru coughed again.

“You’re messing with me, right? This is some sort of prank or-or sick joke?” Your shaky voice softened. “Right?”

Satoru stared at the luminous stars above. They reminded him of you. Bright and pretty.

“Look up. The stars are bright and pretty like my sweetie,” he once said to you amidst a late-night walk.

You gave him a goofy grin that matched his own, swatting at the hand he pinched your cheek with. “Stop it, that’s the cheesiest shit I’ve ever heard. And it doesn’t even rhyme.”

“Yeah it does, depending on how you say the word pretty. I’m the poet-in-the-making here.”

“It doesn’t rhyme, you fool.”

The corner of Satoru’s lips twitched as if his soul wanted him to smile at the memory. But he refused to waste his dwindling strength on smiling. He needed his strength for something else right now: to tell his sweetie the truth.

Because, damn it all, he refused to die without you knowing how he truly felt about you. It was the best he could do, seeing as he would never, ever get the chance to kiss you.

How cruel.

“Listen . . . I know we’re just friends, but . . . I’m in love with you. I wish I told you sooner, sweetie. But I kept it to myself ‘cause . . . I didn’t wanna fall in love with you. Loving someone means having someone you could lose, and the thought of losing you killed me . . . I couldn’t handle it. But now, there’s nothing about you that I don’t love. You don’t know what your smile does to me. And I could listen to you talk for hours, nonstop. I’m pretty sure I already have. I love hearing your awful jokes, and hearing you sing, even when you’re out of tune. It still sounds perfect . . . to me. I love the little frown you make when you can’t make decisions . . . the way your eyebrows would pinch together . . . then you’d always a-ask me. What milk to buy . . . if you should mop first or do laundry first . . . what to have for lunch. God, you’re just so-” Satoru coughed. Crimson red.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I know you never believe me when I tell you that, but you are. My eyes weren’t prepared to handle the sight of your pretty face the first time we met. I had a headache for three days. Three days. I swear it’s the truth. That’s just how gorgeous you are to me. And I wish I could see you one last time. No . . . no I wish . . . I wish I could’ve kissed you. I’ll never get the chance now, not in this life at least. I don’t know h-how any of this . . . afterlife mess works, but I hope . . . I’ll get to see you again. I really . . . I really . . . I re . . .”

His words were becoming incomprehensible. His eyelids felt heavy. The twinkling stars above seemed less like stars, but blobs of fuzzy light.

“Satoru? Please, keep talking. I need you to keep talking,” you said.

He could hear the rumbling engine of your car through the phone.

“. . . Trying,” Satoru mumbled, though uttering that word? It took more energy than it should have.

“This can’t be happening. Not you, ‘Toru, not you. I can’t lose you. I-I won’t be able to handle it . . . I can’t handle it.”

He heard you sniffle as you started to cry. He could imagine the tears streaming down the soft cheeks he wanted to stroke and kiss so desperately.

“Satoru?” You called out urgently when he didn’t respond.

“I’m here,” he whispered, but the words that rolled off of his red tongue were so low, you couldn’t hear him. He wanted to scream it, but he couldn’t speak above that pathetic whisper so easily carried away by the brisk wind.

How cruel.

“Come on, Satoru! Don’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me,” you cried. “Please don’t die, don’t do this to me . . .”

Satoru closed his eyes — an act that wasn’t of his own choosing.

It felt as if he was falling asleep. Falling asleep while floating in a pool or lake. But, in reality, he was dying in a pool of his own blood.

—

“‘Toru!”

The loud shout of his name made his eyes snap open.

Just how much time had passed?

He wasn’t staring at the stars above, but at you, his sweetie. Your face was right above his.

His breathing sped up. His heartbeat quickened at the sight of you, and more and more uncountable tears fell from his eyes. The sight of you alone was quite literally taking his breath away.

“Oh my god. I found you,” you fell to your knees in the blood-soaked grass, pulling his head in your lap as gently as you could. “The ambulance is right behind me. They can fix this, right?”

“You’re . . . here,” Satoru whispered. You leaned down, turning your head to the side until your ear was practically pressed against his lips, trying to hear his barely audible words. “I won’t . . . die . . . alone.”

“That’s right. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” you sniffled. You turned your head, your eyes staring at his lips.

You kissed them without a thought. Damn the blood, damn it all — this was not how you wanted your first kiss with your best friend to go, but you knew from his confession that it was his dying wish. You could feel Satoru use his little energy to kiss you back with as much passion as a dying man could. Your tears splattered against his cheeks.

When you pulled away and moved back a smidge, your face only an inch away from his, you whispered, “And I love you too. Do you hear me?”

His messy white hair — no, it was practically red now, crimson red — shifted as he nodded weakly, his hair tickling your face.

“Can you . . .” Satoru paused. You turned your head yet again, almost ear to lip. He tried to speak once more. “Can you . . . talk to me?”

“About what?”

“Anything,” he coughed. His blood sprayed across your cheek and nose. Crimson red. “Hurry. Sweetie, please hurry.”

His eyelids were getting heavy. Call it a feeling from his impaired gut, but he gathered that when his eyes closed this time, they wouldn’t open again. The faint sirens he heard in the distance couldn’t save him.

All he wanted now was to hear his sweetie ramble on, on, and on.

“Do you remember when we-we went on that trip to the beach together a few years ago?” You stroked his forehead with your trembling fingers, staring into his glassy eyes. “That stupid seagull took my sandwich, and you tried to avenge me, but the seagull won that fight. I’ve never seen someone run away from something so fast in my life. Remember that? You, um, bought me a new sandwich afterward and spent our entire beach trip trying to fight a bird. You wouldn’t hurt it for real, even though you could have. You’re too kind for that, even if it did yank your hair at one point. You probably didn’t get a chance to notice how beautiful that beach was, though. So vast and blue. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would have felt like to get married there. When I had that thought at the time, the only person I could imagine as the groom was you. That’s when I knew I was in love with my best friend. I knew that I’d . . . life . . . you . . .”

Satoru could no longer understand the final words you would ever say to him. He couldn’t hear you anymore.

His eyes closed. He couldn’t see you anymore.

The last thing he felt was your hand shaking his shoulder as if trying to awaken him from death itself, but as his chest rose and fell one last time, he couldn’t feel you anymore either.

How cruel.

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Hinatsuru was feeling really good this morning. She woke up, well rested, at a good time…oh! And with her wife tucked up against her side for the first time in months. It was nice to be so close to you again.

She was in such a good mood, she decided to make breakfast for the whole house.

When she got downstairs she eyes her two wifes, Makio and Suma. They seemed to not have gotten as good of a night's rest as you and Hina had.

“What’s wrong with the two of you?” Hina asks as she reaches to grab the ingredients she needs for breakfast.

Makio, ever the flaring temper, stared at Hinatsuru with the deepest sigh of annoyance she’d ever mustered slipping out. “It’s hard to sleep when you’re making Y/n sound like she’s being attacked by a demon.”

“I swear, I forgot how loud that girl is,” Suma sighs.

Hinatsuru just shrugs, “You all are just mad I made her cum three times last night”

And it was true, after the two of you’s little humping sesh, clothes got pulled off fast and the two of you got off fast. Probably why you were upstairs still asleep. She had exhausted your poor little pussy.

“We haven’t had sex in so long” Suma sighs, “Whenever i’m alone with Y/n she acts like I haven’t known her for years!” Suma complains and Makio totally understands, adding on as she speaks, “I know right! How the hell did you get her in bed Hinatsuru?”

“...It was- Tengen told me about some things Y/n has been feeling lately” Hinatsuru says, “She…hasn’t been happy.

Those words concern both Suma and Makio. Their tired states are soon forgotten, traded for thoughts of you. Sure you didn’t hang around them often. And you often kept to yourself or Tengen instead of them. But the two had always thought you were just…a little shy with them.

“As in…she wants a divorce unhappy?” Makio questions with wide eyes, shaking with mild fear.

Hinatsuru is quick to dismiss their worries, “No, no nothing like that. She just needs a little more reassurance from us is all”

And the two girls quickly let out sighs of relief.

“So all that noise last night was your way of ‘reassuring’ her you cared?” Suma questioned and Hina blushed a bit. Perhaps she had gotten a bit carried away. But once she got a taste of your pretty moans she just couldn’t hold back.

“Listen, you try hearing her moan your name like you're some saint. That’ll drive a girl wild” Hina sighs.

Light footsteps trail down the kitchen hallway. All three women in the room turn their head to a sleepy you, rubbing your eyes and yawning. “Good morning” you say softly to everyone. But you make a beeline for Hina, wrapping your arms around the woman's waist to give her a hug. Hinatsuru gladly hugs you back, gently kissing your forehead.

But you grumble, pulling her closer to steal a deeper kiss from her lips. Suma and Makio stare with wide eyes as you sensually squeeze at hina’s hips, taking the elder girl by surprise. But she’s quick to recuperate, arms coming to encircle your neck and let you kiss her as you desired.

The sight of the two of you kissing without a care in the world has Makio biting at her lip and Suma clenching her thighs. The two almost feel a sense of disappointment when you pull away. And your gentle voice rings throughout the room, sweet as ever, as if you hadn’t just taken Hina’s breath away.

“M’gonna go take a bath baby, i’ll be back” You tell Hina, walking away to do just as you said.

Hina turns to her two wives smugly, “That girl is something isn’t she?”

And Makio makes up her mind right at that moment.

“I’m gonna have her kissin on me just like that, just watch”

—--------------------------

Your day was going well. It was a bit rainy today, so most of your chores were to be done inside. As much as you wanted to be downstairs with Hina, the bookshelves upstairs needed dusting. And no one else in the house ever wanted to do that task. You didn’t mind it though. It was a peaceful and easy job.

At least it usually was.

For some reason, Makio had decided to join you, attempting to assist you. It was a bit of a nuisance, as she put books in the wrong category, didn’t dust the shelves off before placing books. All in all, she made the process far more difficult than it usually was.

However…you didn’t mind it as much as you thought you would. Because for once in a long while, you and your wife got to talk to each other. There was no rhyme or reason to the conversation. Just absentminded comments and small compliments. It reminded you a bit of old times. When you had first gotten to spend time with Makio.

She was a little scary to be around when you two first got alone. But once you learned that she was often just as nervous as you were…she got easier to understand. Makio was sweet, always making you laugh. She had a way of bringing comfort to you just with her words.

But after so long not being able to really talk, a bit of that previous connection had broken off.

Makio watched as you tried to reach up to place a book on the top shelf. Naturally, she stood to help you, a hand running along your hip to stabilize you as she reached for the bookshelf. “Don’t strain yourself shortstack, let me help” she offers.

You giggle and roll your eyes, “You’re like an inch taller than me. You can’t reach the top shelf either!”. And you had a point. You two were practically the same height.

That doesn’t stop her from trying. At first she is really trying to put the book back, but when more of your pretty little giggles fill her ears, she struggles a little more on purpose. Just to hear the joyful noise come from you.

Eventually you grab at her arm, coaxing it away from the book, “Alright, alright,” you smile. “Let's just call Hina, she’s taller” you say, preparing to call for your wife. But Makio shushes you. “Nonsense woman” she says, and the next thing you know your wife is reaching down to lift you up.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks. You always seemed to forget that your wives were kunoichi, and picking you up like this was an easy feat. Now with the boost you are able to put all the books back. Enjoying the new height you gained while within her arms. When all the books are back and the chore of cleaning the bookshelf is finally done, Makio gently eases you on your feet. One of her hands linger on your hip, the familiar yet distant feeling making you smile.

Makio can’t help but smile back when she sees your pearly whites on display. That was one of her favorite parts about you. That precious smile that she had somehow gone so many months without truly appreciating.

You feel ridiculous for how hard it is for you to make your smile go away. But it was impossible to stop, because you couldn’t remember the last time Makio had smiled at you so brightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you giggle nervously.

And Makio shrugs, the lingering hand on your hip growing sure of itself as it squeezes at the flesh, “I can’t appreciate my pretty girl?” she counters your question.

You feel heat creep up your neck at the compliment, “You still think i’m pretty?” you ask and Makio finds the question ridiculous. Pretty was an understatement when it came to you. In Makio’s eyes you were a work of art. After all, you have been blessed with beautiful skin, smoother than the petals of a wisteria flower. And eyes so big and bright, as they shone with more beauty than this world could ever comprehend. How could anyone think you weren’t the most gorgeous thing to exist on earth.

“...Is that even a question?” Makio speaks up eventually, “You’re gorgeous.”

You glance away, playing with your fingers gently. “It’s just…it’s been a while since i’ve heard you say it” you express honestly, “But we don’t talk much anymore”

The truth in your words hits Makio hard. Because you were absolutely right. At some point along the lines, when she noticed your slight pull away from her, from all your wives. She took it a bit personally, instead of considering that those moments you pushed her away were moments you needed her most.

“Yeah…we don’t” your wife agrees, “I miss talking to you” she tells you.

And the hurt that had come from all these months of not talking seems to disappear when Makio says that she’s been feeling the same thing you have. A yearning to be as close as the two of you were before.

“I miss talking to you too” you say quickly, as if the moment would slip away from you if you let even a second pass.

Makio offers you a soft smile, pulling you a bit closer. She sighs as your own hands brace against her shoulders. You still fit so perfectly in her arms, like a puzzle piece made to fit with her. “No reason we can’t start again” she says.

And she’s right. “We can always talk to each other” she continues, “We can always laugh together”

“...We can always love each other”

The sweet words pierce right through your heart, and seep into your ears. Next thing you know your hands are gently cradling your wife’s face in your own. Looking up at her with so much love. Love that Makio was almost certain she didn’t deserve but was glad to have.

“I’d like that baby” you say and Makio grins at the nickname. Your wife can’t help but pull you into her, burying her face into the crook of your neck. The hug was secure and warm and everything the both of you had been needing.

And when the two of you pull back you suddenly feel hyper aware of how close you are to the woman…and how the girl is staring at you. Her grip on your hips seems to be a bit tighter too but you don’t mind. You missed how good it felt to be held like this, to be looked at like you really were the most desirable woman on the face of this earth.

“I heard you and Hina last night” She whispers. Though her voice is low, she was so close to you pick up every word.

The events of last night sent a shiver down your spine. It had been a long time since you had cum as hard as you did yesterday. “S-Sorry, did we wake you?” you ask.

And Mako nods her head, rubbing her thumb against your waist. “Woke me up with that pretty voice screaming Hina’s name.” she says, “You started getting really loud after the second time she made you cum, on her fingers i'm guessing?”

She was right, how she knew this you weren’t sure. As if hearing your question, your wife answers for you. “By then I had my fingers just as deep as Hina had hers in you” she tells you, “I had to stop myself from screaming just as loud as you did when i came with you.”

Her lips are practically right on yours now. One slight move and you could kiss them which is exactly what you do.

The kiss is nothing but sexy, slow and full of suppressed need. Makio’s chapped lips chased after the softness of yours, lost in the sensation. The two of you were attempting to pull each other closer and closer, attempts slowly growing more desperate.

Things always got heated fast between you two. A simple kiss could turn into a messy sexy marathon if you two were really needy. And that’s exactly what the two of you were.

As soon as Makio was able to stick her tongue down your throat she knew she had you, your attempts at taking over the kiss reduced to submissive whimpers, exactly what she wanted to hear from you.

Your wife's hands were all over you, pinching and squeezing at your ass. Anything to get you to be loud. Partly for her own enjoyment, but mostly to get back at her smug ass wife downstairs.

Makio’s hands slide to undo your kimono and you don’t protest, the excitement and speed of everything only making you more needy. As the fabric pooled around your ankles, your wife’s strong hands trailed down to the backs of your thighs. “Jump woman” she instructs. And you listen. The jump lets her hike you up, your bare legs wrapping around her waist. Next thing you know she has you pressed against the wall. Mouth trailing warm and wet kisses down your neck.

If you weren’t loud before, you definitely were now. Moans reverberating off the walls and back onto all the ears in the house. You gripped onto Makio, pulling her closer by whatever you could reach. She was always so good at working you up, reducing you into nothing but a pathetic and whiny mess.

Though you only cared less and less about how filthy the sounds coming out of you were as her kisses trailed back up your neck and to your jaw, words just as nasty as your moans whispered into the shell of the flesh she licked along. “I wanna make you cum harder than you did yesterday,” Makio admits. “Just bury myself between these pretty thighs until you’re shaking and begging for a break.”

The words make you whimper, a desperate plea leaving your lips, “Yes, all of that yes!” you speak. The permission was all Makio needed before her tongue trails down your body, prodding at your nipples just to see you jump before she kisses farther down. She holds your thighs to the chest, keeping you pinned to the wall securely as she drops to her knees.

Now face to face with your pussy, she stares in awe at the pretty little thing. Already so wet, glistening in the dim light of the upstairs hallway. Your clit perked out between two fat lips, just begging to be sucked on.

Makio’s tongue dragged through your folds ever so slowly drawing the most sinful moan from your throat. She kisses at your pussy, tongue not yet focused on your clit, but your slit. And it feels nice, she always was excellent with her tongue.

Even after all this time she never forgot what you liked. Which became even clearer as her lips finally zero in on your clit.

You make the mistake of looking down at Makio, who seemed to have never taken her eyes off of you. Eye contact always drove you wild and it made the filthy, squelching sucks she gave your clit that much more pleasurable.

In this moment, Makio wished she had a camera to take a picture of just how pretty you looked. Mouth open and eyes rolling back in your head as she harshly suckled on your clit.

She made you feel so sloppy, sucking on your clit just as easily as she sucked Tengen off. There was spit and slick everywhere. Dribbling on the floor, on your thighs, all over her chin. But that didn’t stop her. That never stopped her, the only thing that could when she was this into feasting was a warning tap on her shoulder or a spew of a safe word. But until she heard that she’d keep going until you were a filthy, crying and shaking mess.

Which you were close to being honestly. You understood why she took her time warming you up to her tongue. Because she was fucking relentless. Once she started working over your clit she didn’t stop, and it was driving you crazy. There was no escape, no way for your his to squirm in her strong hold and nowhere to run. She had you pinned. All you could do was stay put and whimper from overstimulation that came from the constant stimulation that graced your clit.

One of your hands came to pat at her head, as a way to ground yourself but also as a silent way to ask her to let up. But you should have known better. You had made a monster. A sexy ass woman who was addicted to tasting you on her tongue.

As if to reprimand you for even thinking about making her stop, she doubles down. And you swear this is the day you die. It was so much, too much. But she sat there, daring you to try and push her away again as she made you take every bit of pleasure she was feeding you.

You had the cutest pout on your face as the overwhelming feeling was starting to tighten the coil in your belly.

“O-oh m’god” you moan, it was hard to even form coherent sentences at this point. Only Makio could ever have you going dumb just from her nimble fucking tongue. “You’re gonna make me cum baby, fuck!”

Makio doesn’t move at your warning. Nothing could pry her away from your pussy right now. She could feel your thighs quaking as you grow impossible close. And she could feel your clit pulsing between her lips. Your poor pussy was almost done and she had barely had her fill yet.

But as long as she got you to cum loud and hard, maybe have you limping just a bit when she was done, she’d be satisfied.

For now.

You barely have time to warn Makio you’re cumming. The sensation feels so foreign right now you barely register it’s happening until it's happening. You’re rendered speechless for a moment. And only for a moment as your body registers Makio’s lips aren't stopping.

You didn’t try to fight her hold before as you knew you wouldn’t win. But your body was eager to escape now. Squirming and begging for freedom from the treacherous hands of overstimulation that clawed at your body. You wanted to cry and you swear you did as her ministrations drew a flurry of your juices from your slit, squirting over her face.

“Fuck baby please” you cry out, barely recognizing your voice from how broken it was from how loud you had been screaming .

And you actually sob as not even your soaking pussy isn’t enough to stop Makio, who definitely lied when she said that just getting you to cum would be enough for her.

“Makio please!” you plead with her. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, brain to dumb to really care or know. “F-Fuck, i’m gonna cum again!” you wail.

Makio knows of course, you’d be saying that a couple times this afternoon before she was ready to let her pretty baby’s pussy rest.

soul eater MIGHT be peak~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

“You’ve got to stop worrying yourself sick” you say to Mitsuri, not that the girl was listening. She was far too lost in the sensation of your hand down her bra. You were squeezing and prodding at your tit, massaging the fat flesh just the same as you were her ass. 

You tut at her when she doesn’t respond, grabbing her hair and pulling her back against you. Her eyes burst open as she moans from the tension on her scalp. 

“C’mon, you’re a good girl baby, and what do good girls do?” you ask.

She manages to pull herself away from your pleasurable hands, just enough to answer you. “Th-they listen” she moans.

You reward her answer with a kiss to her shoulder, “Atta girl” you say. 

Spinning the shorter girl around, you run your hands along her curves until you get to the top of her button up. Your hands slid against the fabric. Unbuttoning the pink haired girl’s top. 

It’s so slow it’s killing Mitsuri, she wants nothing more for you to forget about her clothes, rip off her panties, and fuck her against her desk until all the stress of that week was drowned under all your praise.

But you took your sweet time, pulling off her shirt, letting your arms trace down her body as you drop to your knees, dragging her skirts zipper down with your teeth. 

As the fabric pools around her ankles you help her to step out of it, halting her attempts to pull off her red bottoms. You kiss up her body, slowly standing up. Starting from her calves, the pretty plush of her thighs then pressing a soft kiss to her clothed slit. 

Laughing at the way she twitches and now at your full height again, you let your hands slide down to her waist. 

Mitsuri looks adorable, face flushed and pupils shaking with need. She wanted you so bad right now, wanted you to help her relax like you always did. 

The pink haired girl braces her hands against your shoulder as you pull her close, rubbing comforting circles along her hips. 

The two of you are so close, lips pleading to touch. Mitsuri leans in and you pull away, teasing her just a little. But when she tries it again, you let her lips land on yours. 

It was unprofessional, for a boss to be naked in their home office, begging to be fucked by their employee, their best one at that. But Mitsuri couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when your lips were pressed against hers so sweetly. 

She has been kissed plenty of times before but no one kissed her like you. Your lips made her feel like the most special girl in the world. 

And to you she was a girl to be cherished, to be worshiped and taken care of. That's why you did so much for her. Why you agreed to stay over and help her with work, why you held her so tight, why you had a surprise under your skirt just for her. 

Your kisses trailed down to her jaw, moving to mouth against her neck. Mitsuri moaned, hands gripping the nape of your neck to pull you closer. 

She could feel you everywhere, you were everywhere. 

The closer you pull her, the more she feels the strap tucked under your skirt. She gasps as the stiff rod rubs against her clit. It barely grazed the nub, but you had gotten her so sensitive already. Anything was better than nothing. 

“You feel that baby” you speak, kissing your way back up to her ear. 

She nods her head, gasping as you spin her around and ease her down onto the desk. Her arch is incredible, the flexible girl easily finding a comfortable position against the desk. 

“I brought it just for you sweetie” you tell her. Your hands reach for her panties, sliding them down her hips. You smile at how pretty her pussy is, practically shopping, just for you. Your hand glides through her folds and you laugh at the whine the girl lets out. You suckle on your finger, moaning at the taste. Everything about the girl was sweet. 

You don’t take your time removing your own clothes, throwing your suit on the ground. Mitsuri peeked back, trying her hardest to get a peek at you. So sexy you were, standing tall with your strap sitting prettily on your hips. It was a pretty pink color. A stark contrast to the nasty length of the dildo. It had to be at least nine inches. 

All Mitsuri could think about was having you stuff her pussy full. If you were inside her, she swore she would die happily.

When you come up behind her, you brush all her hair to the side, pressing  a kiss to her back. “Want me to prep you baby?”you ask, surprised when Mitsuri’s pleading voice tells you, “No”.

Your hands run along her body soothingly, strap resting against the crook of her ass. “A-Are you sure, it’s not tiny sweetie, I don't know if you can take it.” you speak. 

Mitsuri turns to you, gripping the edge of the desk. She grinds against you softly as she speaks to you with a desperate look in her eyes. “Make me take it mama, I need your cock so bad” she says filthily. And your eyes darken. There was nothing like a pretty girl begging for you to fuck her silly.

You slap the fat of her ass meanly, leaving a red mark on the pale skin. “Filthy slut aren’t you?” you giggle. A free hand moves to grip your dick, running the pink strap along her folds, teasing along her clit just to watch her shiver. But finally, you let the tip slide past her folds. 

“O-Oh, yes” Mitsuri moans at the feeling. The dick was girthy, matching nicely with its length. The stretch was amazing, stinging a little…but tolerable to the point where pleasure was all she could feel. You ease your way in. Taking your time. Even though she was confident, the girl was a tight little thing. Her legs are already shaking as you bottom out. 

Your hips rotate in small circles, stretching out the girl’s pussy.  Misturi’s moans were pillowy soft, music to your ears. How you couldn’t wait to make them turn into screams of your name. 

When you’re sure Mitsuri’s ready, you fuck into the girl at a steady pace. And Mistsuri just couldn’t get enough. You filled her so well, so deep she swore she could feel your dick in her stomach. She had never taken anything so big before, but you knew how to work your strap. Everytime you pistoned into the girl the tip of your strap nudged against that pretty spot against the front of her gummy walls. 

One of the strong hands that were gripping her hips moved to wrap around Mitsuri’s neck. When you squeeze lightly, you marvel at the way her cunt clenches and her moans get louder, less restrained. Exactly what you wanted from the girl.

“Look at you baby, soaking my dick and it’s barely been five minutes” you say, your sweet tone being discredited by your mean strokes. 

“C-Can’t help it!” she cries out, “It’s so deep” she moans. 

You make sure your strokes hit deeper after that, smiling as she wails out from the pleasure. “Yeah, s’deep baby?” you moan in her ears, “Where ya feel me?”

Mitsuri loves the way you talk to her. It runs pleasure through her whole body.

“Fuck it’s in my s-stomach!” she moans and they only grow into tiny screams as you fuck her harder. She swears she loses her mind as you pull her up against you. The deep arch and the new angle made her legs quiver. 

The only reason she was even upright was from your tight hold on her. So secure she was sure she could go limp right now and you wouldn’t stop fucking her. Her pussy was so wet, slick sticking to your thighs and hers. 

You couldn’t get over the sound. It paired with the roll of the straps hilt on your clit was gonna kill you. 

“You love this dick, don’t you sweetie?”, but Mitsuri’s too lost in pleasure to respond, but that was okay, “Don’t worry, you don’t gotta talk, your cunt’s doing enough talking”

“Don’t you hear her, she loves getting dicked down as much as you”

Mitsuri would agree with you, if she could hear anything above the sounds of her moans. You were just giving it to her so well, she almost wasn’t sure if she could take it anymore. It was just so much. You were so deep, kissing all over her body, stretching her so well. 

“M-Mama, I don’t know if I can't-take it” she moans out to you, one of her hands trying to press against your pelvis, in a futile attempt to make you slow down. But you grab both her wrists and hold them behind her back, your grip on her neck tightening. 

All of that paired with the fastening of your hips has Mitsuri screaming babbled cries of your name, “There we go baby girl” you smile, “Take this dick just like that” 

She could barely form a thought anymore. All she could manage to think about was your fat strap pounding deep into her cunt. She could feel her pussy twitching with need. Meanly close to cumming, making a mess all on your cock. 

This was what you wanted, for her to stop worrying, for her to let you make her troubles go away. “That’s my good girl, this is all you needed for someone to fuck your little pussy dumb right?” you say, 

Mitsuri mindlessly nods her head. She would agree to anything you said at this point, as long as you didn’t stop feeding her your mind blowing thrusts. 

Not like you wanted to stop anyway, just a little more and she would fall off the edge Mitsuri had been teetering on for a while now. But you wouldn’t let yourself finish, not until you got to watch Mitsuri fall apart on your cock. 

“Fuck baby, you gotta loosen up” you groan. Mitsuri was gripping you so tight you were almost struggling to fuck into her. “Cunt’s so tight you gotta be close, huh?” you ask.

“YES!” she screams and you felt bad about the noise complaint she was sure to get, “I wanna cum so bad!” she tells you. 

That was clear, you knew how bad she needed to release. Stress will have you desperate for pleasure and that was the only way to express Mitsuri’s state right now. You let go of her wrists, sliding down her body to lay a finger on her clit. And Mitsuri actually starts crying as your fingers circle her clit. 

You rub the nub with expertise Mitsuri has never experienced. It felt like every part of her was being toyed with to the point of no return. 

“Oh my god! You’re gonna make me cum Mama!” she moans, “Please don’t stop”

And you didn’t plan too, “I won’t baby, I won’t” you assure her. 

“Just let go for me” you tell her, “Make a mess on my cock baby girl, drench it” you say. Your pleas sound a little more needier than you intended. But you couldn't help it. You just had to see her cum. 

And when she does, the sight is beautiful. It hits her so hard she doesn’t have time to warn you. All you see is your boss freezing up, whole body still going. And then, with more tears and a loud ass cry, she squirts…everywhere. 

The liquid trickles down her thighs, down your strap and onto your own legs. The floor would need to be cleaned from the puddle that formed underneath her. Then came the shaking, her thick thighs trembling as your thrusts don’t stop as you start to chase your own orgasm. You push as deep into her as you possibly can and Mitsuri lets out a pathetic whimper as your hips start to hump against her. 

You follow close behind Mitsuri, biting the flesh of her shoulder. And though your orgasm wasn’t as strong as hers, it was enough for you to have to brace yourself, grabbing onto Mitsuri’s hips as you come back to your high. 

Your cock stays buried inside her as you press a soft kiss to the place on her shoulder where you had bitten her. 

Mitsuri was exhausted, you could tell. So after a good shower for both of you, you help them get changed and help her into bed, leaving her there with a kiss on her forehead. 

She was really lucky you valued her and your job, because you were about to spend all night reorganizing all the papers you two had knocked off her desk. 

And clean up the mess Mitsuri made on the floor.

Oh to take care of Mitsuri’s pretty pussy~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

Obanai didn't do what he did for praise.

Slaying demons wasn't something he did to fuel his ego or feel better about himself. He didn't accept praise from his comrades. Obanai didn't take gifts counsel men offered after he beheaded the demon that slaughtered their daughter and sons.

So what was different about this time?

He had been on his way back home after a long mission of high difficulty, body bruised but necessarily battered. When he encountered a demon, attempting to eat a little girl. She cowered against the tree, she couldn't have been any older than six or seven.

Killing the demon was easy. It was weak, barely put up a fight against Obanai’s blade.

He comforted the girl, settling her on his back. Her shrill voice echoes in his ears as she directed him back home. But soon her directions were useless. He remembered this area very well. Obanai visited this village often, long ago.

Turns out the village leader had a daughter since the last time he came here. And was eternally grateful that Obanai had found his little girl.

He offered Obanai a celebration, in his honor, the following Friday night. And of course, the slayer was ready to refuse accordingly.

Until he saw movement in the corner of his eyes. It was a flash of a second, but he saw all he needed to see. Warm eyes and the ends of a pink kimono.

And suddenly his answer was yes.

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Walking into the celebration a few days later was a welcoming feeling. There were baked goods from almost every mother in the village laid out just for him, and village men shaking his hand in awe whenever they encountered him. The village kids swarmed him everywhere he went, begging to hear stories or his adventures as a swordsman. He told them, watered down versions of course. There’s no reason the kids needed to know the harsh reality of his job.

The night was fun so far, now with a belly full and social battery running low. Obanai found refuge in a corner. Of course you were feeling the same way. You were just like him in so many ways, but different all the same.

Your eyes, trying to stare at him with hatred, gazed up at him. He smirked, staring right back at you, noting that no smile graced your face in return.

“You don't look happy to see me” he says after what feels like years of charged silence.

“Because I'm not, you think you're funny, huh?” you question, anger building up in you.

But Obanai shrugs, having the audacity to laugh, “Just a little” he says.

“You hate parties so why the hell are you here?” you demand to know.

And Obanai answers you, though he thinks the answer is obvious, “I wanted to see you, it's been a while”

Your fists clench, “oh so you got the inkling to come see the woman you supposedly ‘love’ after 2 years!” You yell.

The anger in your voice gathered some of the village people's attention and Obanai was quick to pull you away to a quieter, more private area. He could tell you weren't done yelling.

“What?! “ you yell, furiously snatching your arm away from him, “ don't want the whole village to know what an asshole you are!”

“C'mon Y/n don't be like that” Obanai says to you, “we could always take the time to just catch up”

He grabs two glasses of wine, sitting on a nearby table, sliding one into your delicate hands. Obanai always did have such a way with words. A handsome man, with a smooth tongue was the perfect combination to make you hate yourself in the morning.

And he never failed to make you do so.

You and Obanai’s history was complicated. Just thinking about it gives you a booming headache. He had wandered into your village and swept you off your feet. He had you wrapped around his finger….and his cock in no time.

Too busy lost in pleasure to realize he was only using you for his.

But you fell for it everytime, let him make you think he loved you.

But after he left, you managed to get yourself together. Realized you were worth more than the way he treated you. You started to do the things you loved again. Found a man who treated you the way you wanted to be treated.

Sure he wasn’t as rich as Obanai, (And his cock didn’t fill you as deep), but he was sweet, exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Yet here you were, drinking and being stupid enough to laugh with the man who had consumed your mind all these years. As if he wasn’t going to disappear in the morning.

As the night carried on, and the village children’s bedtime came around, the party fizzled down. Now it was strictly adults all stunk with the stench of alcohol.

“I should probably go” you say, placing your second glass on a nearby table. You preferred not to drink much, it was embarrassing to be such a lightweight.

Obanai, on his third glass, didn’t have that problem. He always did know how to handle his alcohol.

“Why stop the fun now” your ex speaks, taking another sip on his glass, “We were having nice conversation”

You nod, “Annoyingly, you’re not wrong. But my boyfriends probably worried about me, I should head-”

“Boyfriend?” Obanai interrupts you, and you recognize that glint in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah…It’s been two years, I wasn’t gonna wait on your ass forever” you roll your eyes.

Obanai scoffs, “Like he could ever compare to me”

And you cross your arms, “He can’t compare to you, cause he’s not an arrogant asshole!” you sneer.

“Yeah, Yeah, keep talking doll. He doesn’t have the cash, the status, or the dick to keep up with you” Obanai says.

The crude words have heat shooting up your neck and creeping to your cheeks, “I’m leaving” you groan, turning to walk away. And he doesn't stop you. Letting you go back to whatever loser you had thought was better than him.

“And I’m not” Obanai muttered under his breath as soon as you were out of ear shot.

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To your horror, Obanai had somehow found a reason to stay in your village.

For a whole week.

He had convinced your village leader that he needed a place to stay for a few nights, even presented him with a compensation gift for the trouble. Typical Obanai, getting his way with his money. Didn’t help that he coincidentally got to stay in a room at the nice old lady’s house across the way from your own.

Suddenly the man seemed to have a heart of gold because everytime you so much as looked out the window, or stood next to one. You got the view of the man shirtless, tending to the old lady’s garden.

You knew obanai very well, he wasn’t planting roses and harvesting tomatoes to be helpful. He was doing it to rub in the fact that only *his* strong arms could hold you down the way you liked. That only his scarred lips could kiss you just right. That *he* was the only man for you.

The worst part was. The displays were starting to get to you. What you would usually scoff at and look away from. Was drawing your attention.

And soon you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he used to touch you. How his tongue would trail down your body, focusing right on your pretty tits just the way you craved.

The need for him was consuming you. Just like it had two years ago. And you almost felt bad.

After all you were doing what you thought was a subtle tease right back at himk. Removing your kimono in front of a window you ‘accidentally’ left open. Freeing your hair from its ponytail, having it out and wild the way he liked.

It was like a game of cat and mouse. You had promised yourself you would stop playing your role as the rodent, letting the predator catch you and push you into the mold you had worked so hard to break out of.

But the straw breaks when your boyfriend has to leave town for a while.

Obanai had knocked on your door, sweaty with rough hands and you were already half naked. Underwear is the only thing keeping your dignity.

Though if you had any form of respect for yourself. You wouldn’t have let him in, and you wouldn’t have given into him.

Your boyfriend flashed into your mind as you scooted closer to Obanai on the couch, but as soon as your ex’s hand cradled your face, all you could focus on was the hunk of man in front of you.

The man you were dating was so sweet. He treated you well, like a princess. But maybe, just maybe you weren’t meant for love. Maybe what you deserved was Obanai. To be used as a toy for the night and be abandoned in the morning.

His lips found yours with pretend care, that you fell for everytime. And yours met his with leftover love you had convinced yourself was gone. You let him cradle your body, tongue easily taking control of the kiss as he sets you back against your sofa.

your hands graced the larger man's shoulder. He had somehow grown stronger than he was before. It was nice to finally touch what you had been admiring all week. What you had been yearning to feel again for nearly two years.

The two of you only pull away from the kiss when the need for air outweighs your desire. Obanai could kiss you, his tongue plunged deep down your throat, for hours. So you pulled away first, looking up at him.

Your face was flushed, just as the rest of you was. Everything was hot, everywhere was hot as you looked up at the man hovering over you.

His eyes were dark with lust, panting.

“W-we shouldn't do this…” you say, the weight of your words heavy in the air.

“I know” Obanai says.

And he's kissing you again, hands groping and fondling whatever he could reach. His kisses trail down your body, and the thrill of the moment sends a nasty shiver flowing down to your spine.

Your whines grew into soft moans when his hand came to cup your tits, your bra doing nothing to make you less sensitive. Obanai could already feel your nipples pebbling under the fabric between him and your tits. If this was the past, he would have taken his time with you. Kissed down your body slowly, worship your breasts and get you wet enough for him to slip in with no resistance.

But this wasn’t then. It was now. And he didn’t feel like waiting anymore. Skilled hands unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere. Then his lips were pressing over your tits. Mouthing over the flesh. Your back arches up into him. It had been…a long while since someone had focused on what you really liked.

There was nothing Oanai loved more than your pretty moans getting loud and nasty. Seeing your eyes dull over with nothing but need for him. Nothing in that pretty little head of yours but him. All it took was a flick of his tongue on your nipple and you were all his.

It was something you had discovered your first time with the Hashira on top of you. Your tits were sensitive, so sensitive just staying like this for a while and had you cum just as you would on his cock.

It didn’t help that he sucked just as he would on your clit, teasingly biting and sucking. Warm tongue rolling your nipple around while his free hand plucked and pulled at your other.

You couldn’t help but squirm, couldn’t help but tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer. Praises of how good he was making you feel tumbling from your lips as your worries of your boyfriend slipped out of your head. Replaced by the man you had convinced yourself you’d never care about again.

The thin fabric of your panties was soaked in no time, uncomfortably so in fact. And now all you could think about was how easily Obanai could slide in now. Dick you down the way you hadn’t been in so long.

“Baby?.....” you pant, urging his head away from your chest.

He reluctantly relents and sits up, eyes staring into yours. His pupils were blown out too. And just like you couldn’t seem to think of anything but him whenever the two of you were together. What you didn’t realize is you had the same effect on him. Obanai could never get enough of you.

You can’t help the way you pull him in for another kiss, his strong hand bracing himself on your hip. “What do you need doll?” he mutters before letting you pull him in again, your own words whispered in the kiss.

“I need it” you whine and the words make him grin as he answers the way he knows will make your eyes roll.

“I know” he tells you, pulling away from your lips just to leave sloppy, messy kisses down your neck. While you're moaning, cradling his head closer to your neck, Obanai’s hands are reaching for your panties, inching them down your body. You lift your hips up and he presses a kiss to your jaw as a thank you.

He doesn’t even bother pushing your underwear all the way off, letting them dangle off your ankle as he throws your right leg over his shoulder to make more room for himself on the small couch.

By now he’s pulled away from your neck, looking down at the mess of you he’s made. Your skin is flushed, hot to the touch. Pretty bruises bloomed over your skin, bound to turn a nasty purple the next day. Not that he cared, he hoped your little boyfriend would go away after this anyway.

Your eyes watched as he reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock. It was always such a pretty sight. Thick and hard, that delicious upward curve trailing up to his pretty pink tip. It was embarrassing how bad you wanted him in you right now.

But of course Obanai was as mean as always, tapping his tip on your clit. Your hips jumped up at him, the moan leaving you not warranted by his actions.

“Wow” he says in awesome as he started to rock himself between your slit, fucking himself inbetween your folds, “This might be the wettest I’ve ever gotten you”

Your cheeks flush, not that he cares, still talking just as nasty as he always did, “Seriously do you hear yourself?” he speaks, leaning down to muffle your moans with a kiss as the sounds of your slick permeate throughout the room.

The sound was filthy. Your cunt really was sloppy. But that’s exactly what he wanted. You gasp when he finally slips inside of you, and you both moan from how quickly he bottoms out. Obanai doesn’t know how after all these years you’re still as tight as the first time he fucked into you. Warm, snug walls encasing him. You were the only woman he’d been with that had him trying not to cum too early.

The two of you thought the sounds from before were nasty but it was nothing compared to now. The constant plap plap plap of his hips rutting into yours was worse. He was so mean with his thrusts too. Not even bothering to start off slow, feeding you rough thrusts straight from the start.

You had your lip bitten tightly between your teeth, a hand resting on his bicep. Obanai winces, with a smile on his face as your nails claw into his arm. “That good doll?” he laughs.

And you don’t even care to chide him, not when he was this deep inside of you, tip running along the spot along your gummy walls that has you swearing you could see every star in the night sky.

“F-Faster” you beg and Obanai obliged. His pace in your cunt fastening. It was so easy to move within you. A little too easy.

When his cock slips out the first time, you watch him guide his cock back in restarting the pace. It was fun to see you so desperate, impatient for his cock, the only thing on your mind right now. When he slips out again he takes his sweet time tracing his tip around your entrance, enjoying the frustrated sighs leaving you. But with an eye roll you reach down and push him in yourself, other hand on his hips urging him to continue.

He does of course, having mercy on you and making sure his thrusts out are a bit more shallow. Wouldn’t want to make such a pretty girl mad.

Your cunt clenches as Obanai’s leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple again, plucking and suckling on it as if his life depended on it. You moan as his hips grinded into you, circular motions making your toes curl as he plays with your tits. Just when he thinks you can’t get any tighter you do, gripping his cock to the point where his hips stuttered a little bit. He swore you were the only girl he ever struggled to not cum too fast with.

Good thing you were close, he could always tell because you would start spurting out nonsense. Anything from apologies, to thank you’s to jumbled up whines of his name. Whatever it was, it was gorgeous to him, nothing was hotter than hearing you scream his name.

“You gonna cum baby?” he asks you and you nod your head. You were so close you could feel it coiling in your stomach. You just needed that one extra push over the edge.

Seemingly, Obanai could read your mind, because his other hand joined the play on your tits, turning the one he wasn’t torturing with his tongue.

You cum with a pornographic moan, clutching onto him tightly. Obanai wants to smile, laugh at the way you twitch pathetically under him. But just feeling you cum around him had him tumbling right over the edge with you.

He was gonna ask, inside or outside, but it was too late. By the time he remembered the question he had already stuffed you full, fucking his nut deep inside of you.

Luckily you didn’t seem to mind, moaning as your urge your hips up, as you urge him to fuck his cum deeper into your cunt. Just trying to prolong the pleasure before you have to really think about what you two just did.

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Post nut clarity really is a bitch. Especially for you. When you wake up the next morning in your bed, you want to smile, Obanai had been so sweet taking care of you afterwards. Running you a bath, making you food, holding you to sleep as the two of you actually talked.

But of course, when you woke up, there was a note next to you. The same one he had left you all those years ago. That he had a mission to go on and he’d see you soon. But you wouldn’t let yourself get your hopes up waiting for him, not again.

You would dump your boyfriend and probably avoid finding the other. Just to ease the guilt when he comes around to fuck with you again.

Sigh, if only real love turned me on.~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

“You’ve got to stop worrying yourself sick” you say to Mitsuri, not that the girl was listening. She was far too lost in the sensation of your hand down her bra. You were squeezing and prodding at your tit, massaging the fat flesh just the same as you were her ass. 

You tut at her when she doesn’t respond, grabbing her hair and pulling her back against you. Her eyes burst open as she moans from the tension on her scalp. 

“C’mon, you’re a good girl baby, and what do good girls do?” you ask.

She manages to pull herself away from your pleasurable hands, just enough to answer you. “Th-they listen” she moans.

You reward her answer with a kiss to her shoulder, “Atta girl” you say. 

Spinning the shorter girl around, you run your hands along her curves until you get to the top of her button up. Your hands slid against the fabric. Unbuttoning the pink haired girl’s top. 

It’s so slow it’s killing Mitsuri, she wants nothing more for you to forget about her clothes, rip off her panties, and fuck her against her desk until all the stress of that week was drowned under all your praise.

But you took your sweet time, pulling off her shirt, letting your arms trace down her body as you drop to your knees, dragging her skirts zipper down with your teeth. 

As the fabric pools around her ankles you help her to step out of it, halting her attempts to pull off her red bottoms. You kiss up her body, slowly standing up. Starting from her calves, the pretty plush of her thighs then pressing a soft kiss to her clothed slit. 

Laughing at the way she twitches and now at your full height again, you let your hands slide down to her waist. 

Mitsuri looks adorable, face flushed and pupils shaking with need. She wanted you so bad right now, wanted you to help her relax like you always did. 

The pink haired girl braces her hands against your shoulder as you pull her close, rubbing comforting circles along her hips. 

The two of you are so close, lips pleading to touch. Mitsuri leans in and you pull away, teasing her just a little. But when she tries it again, you let her lips land on yours. 

It was unprofessional, for a boss to be naked in their home office, begging to be fucked by their employee, their best one at that. But Mitsuri couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when your lips were pressed against hers so sweetly. 

She has been kissed plenty of times before but no one kissed her like you. Your lips made her feel like the most special girl in the world. 

And to you she was a girl to be cherished, to be worshiped and taken care of. That's why you did so much for her. Why you agreed to stay over and help her with work, why you held her so tight, why you had a surprise under your skirt just for her. 

Your kisses trailed down to her jaw, moving to mouth against her neck. Mitsuri moaned, hands gripping the nape of your neck to pull you closer. 

She could feel you everywhere, you were everywhere. 

The closer you pull her, the more she feels the strap tucked under your skirt. She gasps as the stiff rod rubs against her clit. It barely grazed the nub, but you had gotten her so sensitive already. Anything was better than nothing. 

“You feel that baby” you speak, kissing your way back up to her ear. 

She nods her head, gasping as you spin her around and ease her down onto the desk. Her arch is incredible, the flexible girl easily finding a comfortable position against the desk. 

“I brought it just for you sweetie” you tell her. Your hands reach for her panties, sliding them down her hips. You smile at how pretty her pussy is, practically shopping, just for you. Your hand glides through her folds and you laugh at the whine the girl lets out. You suckle on your finger, moaning at the taste. Everything about the girl was sweet. 

You don’t take your time removing your own clothes, throwing your suit on the ground. Mitsuri peeked back, trying her hardest to get a peek at you. So sexy you were, standing tall with your strap sitting prettily on your hips. It was a pretty pink color. A stark contrast to the nasty length of the dildo. It had to be at least nine inches. 

All Mitsuri could think about was having you stuff her pussy full. If you were inside her, she swore she would die happily.

When you come up behind her, you brush all her hair to the side, pressing  a kiss to her back. “Want me to prep you baby?”you ask, surprised when Mitsuri’s pleading voice tells you, “No”.

Your hands run along her body soothingly, strap resting against the crook of her ass. “A-Are you sure, it’s not tiny sweetie, I don't know if you can take it.” you speak. 

Mitsuri turns to you, gripping the edge of the desk. She grinds against you softly as she speaks to you with a desperate look in her eyes. “Make me take it mama, I need your cock so bad” she says filthily. And your eyes darken. There was nothing like a pretty girl begging for you to fuck her silly.

You slap the fat of her ass meanly, leaving a red mark on the pale skin. “Filthy slut aren’t you?” you giggle. A free hand moves to grip your dick, running the pink strap along her folds, teasing along her clit just to watch her shiver. But finally, you let the tip slide past her folds. 

“O-Oh, yes” Mitsuri moans at the feeling. The dick was girthy, matching nicely with its length. The stretch was amazing, stinging a little…but tolerable to the point where pleasure was all she could feel. You ease your way in. Taking your time. Even though she was confident, the girl was a tight little thing. Her legs are already shaking as you bottom out. 

Your hips rotate in small circles, stretching out the girl’s pussy.  Misturi’s moans were pillowy soft, music to your ears. How you couldn’t wait to make them turn into screams of your name. 

When you’re sure Mitsuri’s ready, you fuck into the girl at a steady pace. And Mistsuri just couldn’t get enough. You filled her so well, so deep she swore she could feel your dick in her stomach. She had never taken anything so big before, but you knew how to work your strap. Everytime you pistoned into the girl the tip of your strap nudged against that pretty spot against the front of her gummy walls. 

One of the strong hands that were gripping her hips moved to wrap around Mitsuri’s neck. When you squeeze lightly, you marvel at the way her cunt clenches and her moans get louder, less restrained. Exactly what you wanted from the girl.

“Look at you baby, soaking my dick and it’s barely been five minutes” you say, your sweet tone being discredited by your mean strokes. 

“C-Can’t help it!” she cries out, “It’s so deep” she moans. 

You make sure your strokes hit deeper after that, smiling as she wails out from the pleasure. “Yeah, s’deep baby?” you moan in her ears, “Where ya feel me?”

Mitsuri loves the way you talk to her. It runs pleasure through her whole body.

“Fuck it’s in my s-stomach!” she moans and they only grow into tiny screams as you fuck her harder. She swears she loses her mind as you pull her up against you. The deep arch and the new angle made her legs quiver. 

The only reason she was even upright was from your tight hold on her. So secure she was sure she could go limp right now and you wouldn’t stop fucking her. Her pussy was so wet, slick sticking to your thighs and hers. 

You couldn’t get over the sound. It paired with the roll of the straps hilt on your clit was gonna kill you. 

“You love this dick, don’t you sweetie?”, but Mitsuri’s too lost in pleasure to respond, but that was okay, “Don’t worry, you don’t gotta talk, your cunt’s doing enough talking”

“Don’t you hear her, she loves getting dicked down as much as you”

Mitsuri would agree with you, if she could hear anything above the sounds of her moans. You were just giving it to her so well, she almost wasn’t sure if she could take it anymore. It was just so much. You were so deep, kissing all over her body, stretching her so well. 

“M-Mama, I don’t know if I can't-take it” she moans out to you, one of her hands trying to press against your pelvis, in a futile attempt to make you slow down. But you grab both her wrists and hold them behind her back, your grip on her neck tightening. 

All of that paired with the fastening of your hips has Mitsuri screaming babbled cries of your name, “There we go baby girl” you smile, “Take this dick just like that” 

She could barely form a thought anymore. All she could manage to think about was your fat strap pounding deep into her cunt. She could feel her pussy twitching with need. Meanly close to cumming, making a mess all on your cock. 

This was what you wanted, for her to stop worrying, for her to let you make her troubles go away. “That’s my good girl, this is all you needed for someone to fuck your little pussy dumb right?” you say, 

Mitsuri mindlessly nods her head. She would agree to anything you said at this point, as long as you didn’t stop feeding her your mind blowing thrusts. 

Not like you wanted to stop anyway, just a little more and she would fall off the edge Mitsuri had been teetering on for a while now. But you wouldn’t let yourself finish, not until you got to watch Mitsuri fall apart on your cock. 

“Fuck baby, you gotta loosen up” you groan. Mitsuri was gripping you so tight you were almost struggling to fuck into her. “Cunt’s so tight you gotta be close, huh?” you ask.

“YES!” she screams and you felt bad about the noise complaint she was sure to get, “I wanna cum so bad!” she tells you. 

That was clear, you knew how bad she needed to release. Stress will have you desperate for pleasure and that was the only way to express Mitsuri’s state right now. You let go of her wrists, sliding down her body to lay a finger on her clit. And Mitsuri actually starts crying as your fingers circle her clit. 

You rub the nub with expertise Mitsuri has never experienced. It felt like every part of her was being toyed with to the point of no return. 

“Oh my god! You’re gonna make me cum Mama!” she moans, “Please don’t stop”

And you didn’t plan too, “I won’t baby, I won’t” you assure her. 

“Just let go for me” you tell her, “Make a mess on my cock baby girl, drench it” you say. Your pleas sound a little more needier than you intended. But you couldn't help it. You just had to see her cum. 

And when she does, the sight is beautiful. It hits her so hard she doesn’t have time to warn you. All you see is your boss freezing up, whole body still going. And then, with more tears and a loud ass cry, she squirts…everywhere. 

The liquid trickles down her thighs, down your strap and onto your own legs. The floor would need to be cleaned from the puddle that formed underneath her. Then came the shaking, her thick thighs trembling as your thrusts don’t stop as you start to chase your own orgasm. You push as deep into her as you possibly can and Mitsuri lets out a pathetic whimper as your hips start to hump against her. 

You follow close behind Mitsuri, biting the flesh of her shoulder. And though your orgasm wasn’t as strong as hers, it was enough for you to have to brace yourself, grabbing onto Mitsuri’s hips as you come back to your high. 

Your cock stays buried inside her as you press a soft kiss to the place on her shoulder where you had bitten her. 

Mitsuri was exhausted, you could tell. So after a good shower for both of you, you help them get changed and help her into bed, leaving her there with a kiss on her forehead. 

She was really lucky you valued her and your job, because you were about to spend all night reorganizing all the papers you two had knocked off her desk. 

And clean up the mess Mitsuri made on the floor.

Oh to take care of Mitsuri’s pretty pussy~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

“You're awfully clingy today” Tengen muses as he packs his bags.

He wasn't lying, you were being pretty clingy. Your arms wrapped around his middle, cheek pressed against his strong back. It would hinder him if he wasn’t as strong as he was.

You let out a dramatic whine, “I'm gonna die without you here Ten’, I swear”

He shakes his head at you. You were too much sometimes.

“They don't hate you, y'know” Tengen tells you the same thing he tells you every time he has to go on lengthy missions.

He knew his wives were close knit. It could be seen as unwelcoming but truly they were just protective of their little family. But you were fully convinced they regretted marrying you. You always felt…left out, even when Tengen was here. So you didn’t even want to imagine how you would feel when he was away.

You would think the feeling of being an outsider would ease up after a little while. But here you were, almost a year into marriage later, and you still felt like you didn't belong here.

“You don't know what it's like baby,” you huff, finally letting go of Tengen to plop down on your bed. “ I swear they act like I don't exist when you leave” you say with a pout.

Tengen feels for you, he really does. His four girls meant the word to him. And he too wished for you guys to get along.

He was sure that they didn't hate you. Hinatsuru was a level headed woman, with no hate in her heart unless there was cause for it. Suma was far too sweet to harbor such an ugly feeling of hate. And Makio was hot headed, but she wasn't irrational.

None of them hated you, he was sure of it. But he knew you didn't see things the same way he did.

You were a sensitive little thing and it was one of the reasons why he had fallen so hard for you. But that sensitivity left your heart so often riddled with worry and anxiety. Tengen wished to put your mind at ease.

And it was moments like these he questioned his job choice. He should be here, with you four. Helping you all like a partner should.

But his job was just as important as the four of you were and it could not be abandoned.

So the next morning, while you were still fast asleep upstairs. Oblivious to the world around you, he pulled Hinatsuru aside. Entrusting her with the task he needed done.

“Yes Lord Tengen” Hinatsuru says. Wiping her hands, wet from washing dishes, along her dress.

“I have a favor to ask you Hina” He says to her, and of course she's quick to answer. “Of course, anything you need”

Tengen grins at her answer, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, “It’s about Y/n…,” he starts. “she's been feeling off about the idea of me leaving” he says. Hinatsuru's eyebrows furrow as he continues to speak.

“Just… make her feel welcome while I'm gone, yeah?” Tengen says. And Hinatsuru gets the hint. Though she couldn’t understand why you were feeling so uneasy. But she made up her mind, she would speak to you about it as soon as you woke up.

Time flies by and a few hours later it's near time for Tengen to take his leave. He hugs each of his wives pressing a gentle kiss to each of their lips before he makes his final trip upstairs.

You were still asleep, which made sense. You had been worrying yourself sick all night. But you had finally managed to rest your body and he would hate to interrupt. But he refused to leave without at least kissing you goodbye. He smiled at the pretty look on your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, a gentle hand brushing hair from your face. Tengen really hoped you would be okay, and that Hinatsuru would take care of you just as he asked.

But Hinatsuru was trustable, she would get the job done.

—-------------------------

You woke up a few hours later. Saddened that you had slept so long. You hadn’t even been able to say goodbye to Tengen. Now, nighttime has fallen. And you were alone with your wives.

It was stupid to dread it, you had known these women for a while now. But…you hated the feeling of being an outsider, so during times like these. You preferred to stay on your own. Coping up in your room, of course leaving to do your part when it came to household chores, but disappearing after that.

But clearly, Hinatsuru had other plans. Afterall, Tengen had given her direct orders to make sure you were very well taken care of and she would never disappoint him.

“Y/n dear, are you awake…” She calls, and you can hear her delicate steps walking farther into the bedroom. There were multiple bedrooms in your home, one for everyone as sometimes five people in a bed got overbearing. But you usually sleep with Tengen. You resided in the room that had been gifted to you. “...I heard some shuffling in here” Hina finishes.

Part of you was tempted to close your eyes and pretend to sleep, but you were sure you would fail at pulling that off and just make a fool out of yourself.

“Yeah, I’m in here Hinatsuru” you say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

You rub at them again as you get a good look at Hina. The moonlight from the open window in front of you shone down on the taller girl. Allowing for a pretty view of her.

She looked, well, as gorgeous as she always did. Curves smooth and sexy, tied in a purple silk robe. It was such a little piece of fabric, it did nothing to really keep her breasts supported. The huge things practically spilled out of the top. The milky skin exposed making your brain feel like it was short circuiting

Hinatsuru moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed, face to face with you now. It had been a while since you had been this…close to her, not since your honeymoon you believed. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Her pretty violet eyes shined as they looked at you, her soft lips as plump as they’ve always been, full ponytail flowing down her back. She was as beautiful as she always has been.

“Ugh, we need to stop with the formalities” she chuckles, “We made you ours nearly a year ago and I still call you Y/n”

Her laugh seems to ease your nerves a bit, not fully, but enough for you to respond with a laugh of your own, “That’s a good point”

“I don’t really know what else to call you though” you say, “Are we…close enough to have pet names?” you ask. Why do you ask? You’re not sure. Maybe your brain hadn’t fully woken up yet, hadn’t realized you had voiced such an insecurity revealing question.

Hina tilts her head, “You don’t think we are?” she counters and you shrug. “I…I don’t know” you say.

Your answer makes Hinatsuru frown a bit. Because to her, she felt like you all got along well. She enjoyed spending time with all her spouses, especially you. But recently, she had been feeling you pull away from her. But she didn’t know you felt this way.

She sighs as she speaks, recalling the events that had occurred earlier that morning. “This morning, before he left, Tengen sort of hinted that you were a bit…uncomfortable being alone with us..with me” she says.

“Is that really how you feel?” She asks.

A part of you is a bit upset that Tengen had spilled what you had told him. But another, bigger part of you was a bit happy. That someone was finally asking how you felt.

You finally look over at your wife as you speak to her, trying to express the turmoil you had been feeling inside.

“I love being married to you all” you say. And it was the truth. Ever since you ran into the four three years ago. Your life has been nothing short of amazing. Sure things could be scary, you were married to four people who worked dangerous jobs. But their love had always made everything worth it. Things had only gone downhill after your honeymoon. At least in your eyes.

“I just…lately, or really for a while now. I’ve been feeling left out. Kind of like a fifth wheel everywhere we go” you explain.

Hinatsuru places a gentle hand on the plush of your thigh, encouraging you to go on. It was comforting, a touch you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I know that me and Tengen have always stayed close. But…I didn’t just marry him. I married the rest of you as well.” you huff, “And I wish It felt like that”

“That it wasn’t just Tengen holding my hand when we go out to dinner, or that it wasn’t just Tengen who kissed me goodnight”

Hina nods along as you speak. As she listens her heart breaks a little. Your point of view of how things had been was totally different than hers. And she realized she really hadn’t been showing you the attention she should have.

“I don’t think i’d be upset if I had always felt like this with everyone..w-with you” you continue on, “But it wasn’t always like this” you say.

“You remember, don’t you?” You speak.

And of course Hina remembers. How could she ever forget. Before you two got married, before the drift between the two of you. You both were almost inseparable. Hands always interlaced, lips constantly locked, eyes always raking over each other's bodies.

It was real romance, real love. And both of you knew that somewhere along the line, you all stopped appreciating each other as much.

“I-I…I didn’t know you felt that way Y/n.”Hinatsuru says after a while of staring into your eyes blankly.

But you just shrug, “You never asked”

And Hina frowns, “That’s not fair! For months you’ve either been by Tengen’s side or cooped up in your room! I never had any room to pick your brain!” she exclaims.

“You could’ve checked on me! The only reason you’re here now is because Tengen told you how I feel!”

“But I’m here Y/n, isn’t that enough!?” She speaks, the rhetorical question hanging in the air.

You scoff, “It’s the bare minimum…”

And Hina clutches at your thigh, and you wince just a bit at her harsh grip. She so often forgot how strong she was

“...I KNOW!” She yells and that is finally enough for you to go quiet. You stare at her, just sitting quietly in front of her. “You don’t think I'm ashamed of that. That I wouldn’t know that my own wife was unhappy without my husband telling me” she says.

And in came a truly rare sight to see. Tears welled up in her eyes, “But as soon as he told me I knew I had to come talk to you, as soon as you were awake to speak I came here!” She says.

The conviction of her words leaves your words lodged in your throat. Speechless as she scoots closer to you, grasping your hands in a desperate hold as she looks at you. And you recognize that look. It had been a long while since she’s looked at you with so much love that it sparkled in her pretty violet irises.

“Because believe it or not, you are my heart” Hinatsuru says to you, “Sweetheart you are my everything and I love you so much it hurts, okay!”

“I’m sorry i’ve been neglecting you…making you feel like you’re not my entire world” her soft voice fills your ears. The words are like a breath of fresh air, letting you breathe deeply and freely. No anxiety or worry in the way. Because really, that had been all you wanted to hear.

That you still meant something, anything to her.

All that arguing and only now were you realizing how close you were to Hinatsuru. Barely noticing the way the hand on your thigh had dragged its way to the small of your back. You never once broke the silence that had settled in the room. Instead letting your eyes trail over your wife’s face in the moonlight. Even with tears running down red cheeks and eyes filled with uncertainty. She was still as beautiful as she was the day you met her, maybe even more gorgeous.

You can’t help but reach a hand up to wipe away the tears she had let slip and Hina’s breath stutters at the touch. But she leans into you, shutting her eyes tight to avoid any more tears from spilling. Your sealed lips were killing her, she had poured her soul out in front of you. Yet yours was still barred between your lips.

“Please….say something” she pleads quietly.

And you hear her ask. But you don’t comply.

Hinatsuru can’t see you but your eyes are trying to pull her gaze away from her pretty lips. Your body is trying to ignore the urge to kiss her.

You didn’t listen to her bargain, but you listened to your body. Hina offers no protest as you draw her closer to yourself, hovering over her lips. The hand pressed on the small of your back drags you closer, as if you’ll disappear if she lets you go.

The inevitable kiss doesn’t happen yet. You want it to, but you want to force the words burning harsh holes in your lungs to escape before you give in.

But the right letters never weave together, “I…I don’t know what to say” you whisper. Hina can feel you speaking the words on her lips. You were so close, yet so far away from her.

“Then don’t talk” Hinatsuru says, and you don’t hate the idea of shutting up. Staying quiet and let her make your worries disappear just like she used to.

“....Okay” you agree, finally letting your lips pressed tightly against yours.

It was soft, almost experimental at first. After all, it had been so long since you had kissed Hinatsuru. You were almost fearful that it would never feel the same. That the two of you could never be the same again.

But as if she can tell what you're feeling, Hina guides you against her lips. Letting you feel out what it’s like to be so close to her like this all over again. She controlled everything, the pace of the kiss, how long each one held out. She took her time with you, making sure to savor the feeling of your lips on hers.

She had taken the feeling for granted far too long and she didn’t plan on continuing that behavior. The kiss was a wordless share of emotions.

Anger, irritation, sadness.

And most potent, desire that refused to be pushed down anymore. The emotion pouring out of the two of you with full force.

Hinatsuru feels you trying to speed up the kiss, desperate little tongue sliding along her bottom lip. She knew it was a silent ask to slip it in. Let your tongues mingle together sloppily. But Hina kept up with the pace she set. Slowing down your impatient lips.

You are slightly frustrated at being controlled so easily. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. How many people got to experience kisses like Hina's? Soft and sensual ones that took the breath away from your lungs in the most unforgettable way.

Eventually you stopped your petty attempts at control. Settling for letting her crawl on top of you. The weight of her body weighing down on yours. But it felt good to have her on top of you after all this time apart.

Her hands stayed strong on your hips, gripping the flesh a little harsher than she was before. Maneuvering you so she could fit her curvy frame between your legs.

Hinatsuru does a pretty good job at staying in control. Until you get a bit desperate, your hips unconsciously rocking up into your wife.

The pressure takes Hina by surprise and she pulls away from the kiss to moan. It was tiny, barely audible but you heard it.

You cradle her closer, your foreheads falling against eachother’s as Hina decides to roll her hips down against you. And now you’re whining. Everytime she grinds down onto you the softness of her thighs brushes against your clit.

Hina can’t keep her eyes off of you. She can’t remember the last time she had you under her like this. Your soft body is pliant and willing under her touch.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful” she curses. It’s so strange to hear her delicate voice spewing such harsh words. Hina hated cursing unless it was necessary. But clearly it was needed.

There was no better way for her to explain the sight of you right now. Cheeks flushed a pretty red and lips swollen from all the kisses she stole from you earlier. You always were gorgeous.

You don't get a chance to respond as your wife buries herself in the crook of your neck. Pressing mean kisses to the smooth flesh.Your hands tangle in her hair, pulling her closer to your neck.

She takes her time, trailing slow and sloppy kisses against your neck. It was so different from the way she was humping on you. Fast, desperate almost. Your brain was torn between which pleasure you should focus on.

As Hinatsuru grinded she could feel the effect she was having on you. You were gonna soak through your panties at this point. The thin fabric staining her leg with a trail of your slick.

You were so needy it was getting uncomfortable. You needed more.

“Hina” you huff, gently tugging on the girl's hair. She pulls away looking down at you, “yeah baby?” She speaks.

You can't help but smile a bit at the nickname, almost forgetting the burning need in your cunt. Almost.

Nimble fingers of yours reach for Hina's robe. Eyeing her face carefully, watching for any discomfort. But all you see is blown out pupils and a desire that matches your own.

You carefully take off her robe. Taking in the sight of her. All of her.

Her tits sit so pretty on her chest, just begging to be kissed on. So you give them what they're asking for. Not before kissing your wife first. And after her lips, you're kissing anywhere you can reach. Her jaw, her neck and finally the skin of her breasts.

You playfully nip at the flesh but it felt less than playful to her. It felt good, the way your tongue trailed over her tits, kissing softly and biting harshly.

And when you take a nipple into your mouth suckling and flicking your tongue over the hardened bud. She doesn't know what to do with herself.

She stutters as she feels you suckle on her tits. She pushes herself farther into you and as a result. The way she's grinding changes. And suddenly you feel everything deeper, harder than before.

You whimper around her nipple and she loses herself in the feeling. Humping harder.

You feel like you're gonna die. The feeling of her hard clit, rubbing directly on you, was killing you. The friction of your panties wasn't a problem, the two of you were so wet that you could feel each other right through the fabric.

And judging by the look on Hina's face she was going to make an even bigger mess.

“F-fuck baby, I forgot how fast y-you can make me cum” she whines.

You release her nipple with a loud plop, mouthing along to the other one. Her back arches as she cries out, “oh my god, y-you're gonna make me cum”

Her words only make you suckle harder, letting your tongue flick over the pebbled flesh.

And she tries to hold herself back. She really does. But she can't, not when you're looking up at her like that. Your pretty, big eyes give her the same look you always gave her when you were getting dangerously close.

You moan right along with Hina as she cums. You feel her cunt gush all over yours, only making her grinding easier.

Hina's hips stuttered, sure, but. She didn't stop. You knew Hina hated overstimulating herself which meant she was waiting for you.

Your wife pulls you off of her chest, gently reaching to grab at your jaw. And the sight above you nearly has you cumming right then and there.

Her hold on you is tight and she forces you. To look straight into her violet eyes. Her eyebrows are pierced in pleasure. And you could tell by her bitten lip that she was overwhelmed.

But that doesn't stop her. The need to feel you shake under her outweighs anything else she's feeling right now

A smile breaks out on her face when your moans picked up more. Having already finished herself, your wife's hips were grinding so her clit bumped directly on yours.

The feeling drove you crazy, and you couldn't help whimpering. Eyes just begging her to make you cum.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” She asks and you nod your head furiously. Your hands gripped at Hina's mean hips, squeezing at the flesh to ground yourself somewhat.

Hina leans down to press a small kiss to your lips, pulling away just enough to whisper against you, “let me feel it” she begs, “give it to me baby”

It takes one roll of her hips, then a second. And next thing you know you're cumming. You're so lost in pleasure you barely register her lips on yours. But when you do. You kiss her back, legs quaking as she shoves her tongue down your throat.

You all calm down from the excitement eventually, panting side by side next to each other.

But silence settles over you two again. Not as awkward as before but still very much charged. Luckily Hinatsuru breaks it for you.

“I meant what I said”*Hina says, “you know that right?”

You turn on your side to look over at her, a puzzled look on your face.

She continues on, “you're my entire world” she tells you, and the conversation from before comes flowing back to you.

You sigh contentedly as Hina reached for your hand to press a kiss to your palm. “I love you Y/n” she says, “I'll make sure you remember that everyday for the rest of our lives.

The way you cheese at those words is embarrassing. It's like she's flirting with you for the first time all over again. But it's a welcoming feeling. It's all you’ve been wanting for a while now.

“Thank you Hina…for listening,” you smile. “I-I love you” you say back, finally finding the words you had been looking for so desperately earlier.

“I love you so much”

Damn Hina!~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

“Y/n can you pass me a hand rag” Your wife Suma says. 

She stares at you and waits for you to respond to her. But you never do, too distracted by your husband. He was watching himself in a mirror. Tengen didn’t have his usual smile like he did when staring at himself. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mirror. 

In his reflection, he saw himself. White hair, purple pupils, strong build. It was him but…how could it really be him. He only had one good eye now, and one of his arms was practically no longer. 

He felt like a shell of himself, no longer flashy and no longer a Hashira. Tengen felt like…nothing. An average man, a broken one. 

You all had been worried about Tengen lately. Noticing how down he had been. Your husband, usually, a happy and laughing man. Was just…gone. Drowned in a fleet of sorrow. 

It broke your heart to see him so tired, it seemed that even looking at his reflection in the mirror exhausted him.

“Y/N!” Suma says a little louder than before. And finally you hear her, after her third attempt at calling your name. “Y-Yeah babe?” you say, turning to look at her.

“Can you pass me a hand rag?” she asks again, and you’re quick to hand one over to her. She takes it gratefully, using it to wipe her hands. She watches you, lips forming a tight line. 

“Still worried about him?” Suma questions. 

You sigh at the question, “Of course I am” you say, “Just look at him, he’s been so sad lately”

Suma nods in agreement, eyes watching along with yours at Tengen as he moves to the bedroom. Makio and Hinatsuru wander into the kitchen along with you and Suma. 

“Why’s the mood in here so depressing?” Makio asks, a gentle hand sliding around your waist. She gave your side a comforting squeeze, as if she could tell that everything was weighing down on you.

You cross your arms, hugging yourself close as you speak, “I know he says he’s fine but I can tell Tengen’s not feeling like himself lately” 

The problem brings a frown on Makio’s face. Everyone had noticed it. His confidence had gone, and with it the spark in his heart.

“That is true” Hina says, “Maybe he just needs…a reminder” she continues. 

Suma quirks a brow, “A reminder?”

Makio nods along with the idea, “Okay, yeah, I get it. A reminder that he’s still the same him he was before the battle in the entertainment district”

A smile graces your face at the thought of finally being able to help your husband crawl out of this funk he had been stuck in. “That’s a good idea! Maybe if we show him we still see him as the same man from before…he’ll start to believe it again too.”

Everyone in the room knew that tomorrow night was gonna be fun. Especially when Makio’s eyes flashed with red hot mischief. 

“I think I have the perfect Idea” she says.

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Today felt like every other day to Tengen. It was a dreary day, rainy and dull. Just like he had been feeling lately. But he still had a family to take care of and a home to keep fed. So by early afternoon, Tengen was off to a nearby market to pick up groceries.

As soon as he was gone, and far enough away for his keen ear to hear of your plans. The four of you still at home got to work. Everything was Makio’s idea. You all had your fair share of sexcepades together, but this by far had to be the most exciting. By no means were You, Hinatsuru and Suma innocent. But Makio was on a whole ‘nother level, insisting that she knew exactly what Tengen needed to get right back to himself.

Before Tengen even walks through the door, the potent smell of candles fills his nostrils. But even better than the vanilla smell filling his lungs, was the sight of you. He was quick to put down the groceries he cupped in his arm, using his free hand to slide it around your waist.

“Well well, where’d you get this pretty little thing from?” he asked as his heavy thumb dragged over the fabric of your silk robe. The pretty dew gray complimenting your smooth skin. He could feel just by the firm touch of his hand on your hip, that there was nothing underneath the thin fabric. 

Your nimble hands reach around his neck, dragging him down for a soft kiss. The kiss made him smile, kissing you always did. As you pulled away you couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. It was always nice to see him smile. It had been so long since you had. 

“It’s a surprise…”You finally answer him, grasping onto the hand on your hip to lead him upstairs. 

His eyes trail down your figure, loving your confident strides. The sway of your hips was gonna kill him one day, not that he would mind. He would go out that way any day. 

You lead him all the way to the bedroom, where he was met with the pleasant surprise of the rest of his wives, in robes that fit on them the same way yours did. 

Makio and Hinatsuru sat up on the bed, lazily kissing at each other. Hina, dominant as usual, had control of the kiss. Makio’s fiery temper always disappeared when Hina dealt with it. Pushing down the shorter girl’s need for control and beating it with her own. It was a sexy sight, the two women making out sloppily on the master bed, a teasingly long leg draped over Hina’s hip, while said girl squeezed at the flesh of her wife’s fat ass.

Tengen’s eyes reluctantly teared away from the erotic sight just to meet another. Suma, perched next to a comfy chair situated in front of the bed, had two fingers stuffed as deep in her as she could manage. She was trying to keep quiet, you could tell. But her efforts were futile. She could never stay quiet when she was horny. 

You move to sit Tengen in the seat in front of the bed, your hands gliding against his shoulder’s massaging into the flesh. He turned to you, confusion painted on his features as he stared at your pretty face, the candle light of the room illuminating your skin. “W-What’s all this?” he questions. 

The massage you gave against his shoulders was so relaxing. But his body felt restless. An embarrassingly quick hardon rising under his yukata. “Like I said…” you draw on, lips near his ear. Warm breath fanned against the skin and you giggled at the shiver he let rake down his body. “...It’s a surprise”

“We planned it just for you,” you tell him. “A show for the sexy, amazing, and handsome man we love”

He outrighted moaned as your hands slid against his chest, and your plump lips bit at the sensitive shell of his ear, “All you have to do, pretty boy, is sit back and let two pretty girls kiss all over you….”

Your kisses trailed teasingly down his neck. Licking at the flesh just to bite at it meanly. Just the way he did to you so often. “...While you watch two pretty girls kiss on eachother” you finish your sentence.

You watch with a chuckle as his dick twitches visibly, under the fabric of his traditional wear. “Someone’s excited” you muse, “Suma why don’t you take care of that...problem for him, will you sweetie?” you ask. 

Suma nods, listening to your words. She pushes Tengen’s meaty thighs apart, mouth watering at the imprint of what’s waiting for her. The eager girl settles herself between her husband's legs. Reaching up to undo the tying of his yukata. She leans out of the way as his heavy cock nearly hits her in the face. She eyes the exposed flesh hungrily, from his thick pecs, to the scarred skin of his abs, to the thick and angry head of his dick. 

Everyone had a role in this operation, Makio’s plan was flawless. It was no secret that Suma possessed an oral fixation like no other. There was nothing that got the delicate girl wetter than giving nasty, sloppy head. And Tengen loved it. Not just because Suma’s mouth was otherworldly, but because he loved how bad sucking him off turned her on. It made him feel wanted, needed. 

Meanwhile, you were the excitement. Your voice did things to Tengen that even he couldn’t explain. The silky words that left your mouth, talking him through everything he was feeling. Directing him on where to look, how to feel, what to do. It was one of his favorite parts of you. 

Makio and Hinatsuru were two roles rolled into one. One of the reasons Tengen loved Makio was her attitude. It was respectable and flashy. But the girl knew what Tengen loved to do was see her broken down. So desperate for him that she would do anything to have him. But no girl could take Tengen’s cock without prep. So what better than a sexy woman like Hinatsuru to get Makio nice and ready for her lord’s cock in which she craved so desperately.

Tengen had his eyes trained on Suma, watching the girl press kisses against his thigh, running her fingernails up and down his stomach, just to see him shiver and twitch. 

One of your firm hands grasp his chin, forcing his view back up to the bed. His lip slips between his teeth as Hinatsuru pulls Makios' robe completely off of her. Revealing her body to Tengen’s eyes. From here he could see the way the girl’s eyebrows were pinched in pleasure, tongue rolling along Hina’s. 

The taller girl maneuvers or rather man handles Makio into the position she wants. Hina’s back is pressed against the headboard, legs trapping Makio‘s back to her front. Keeping the naked girl spread out so Tengen could get a good view at how messy Hina had gotten that little pussy. Just from a bit of groping and kissing. 

He watched with focused eyes as Hina kissed against Makio’s neck, bruising up her pale skin. Hina was usually softer with him, preferring loving and sensual sex that would go on all night. But with her wives there was like a switch flipped inside her. She was rougher meaner. Treating your cunts as if they were nothing more than a toy. A toy she loved to use more than anything. 

Hina’s nimble fingers moved to squeeze at Makio’s tits and as much as he wants to watch, his eyes flutter close when Suma finally wraps a hand around his cock. A moan tumbles out of him as she tugs on the dry flesh, spitting on it to get the rod as wet as she needed it. 

You tap at his cheek, tutting in his ear when his eyes aren’t open, “uh uh, big boy. Open those eyes for me” you tell him with the sexiest pout in your voice as you speak. 

He listens to you, eyes shooting down to where Suma was stroking his cock with sparkles in her eyes.

 “There we go” you say, “It’s rude not to watch a show in your honor”

As Suma stroked his cock, trying her hardest to grasp all of it. But his cock was so thick her hand barely fit all the way around the member. It didn’t stop her though, she tugged at Tengen’s dick until his hips were lifting into her fist and creamy pre pearled at the top of his tip. 

Tengen groaned, grabbing your hips to pull you into a kiss as Suma kissed lazily along her husband’s veiny shaft. Kissing until she reached the tip. She licked across his tip, humming at the salty taste before she let the warmth of her mouth wrap around it. 

He pulled away, mouth open in pure pleasure as Suma suckled his tip, her tongue swirling around him perfectly like she always did. His hand squeezed at your hip as he took the harsh treatment of her tongue. 

Your husband made the mistake of looking up on the bed. And in that moment Suma felt a hot glob of pre fall right on her tongue. Makio was utterly soaked. Slick coating the bed and her thighs. Hina had one hand wrapped around her wife’s throat, the other rubbing quick and mean circles on her puffy clit. Makio was a mess, broken moans and pleads for Tengen and Hina falling from her lips. Her hips lifted into Hina’s hands, pleading for release that she was already so close too. 

But Hina wouldn’t let her cum, not until she got the girl good and stretched out. Not until she got the girl begging to be filled up with something bigger than just Hina’s albeit lengthy digits. 

Your eyes stayed trained on Suma though. Rubbing your own thighs together at the sight of Suma happily sucking Tengen off. But you knew she was just teasing, knew she could do more than what she was.

“Why are we being lazy sweetie?” you ask, Tengen was too lost to hear you. Luckily, your words weren’t directed at him. 

Suma glanced away from Tengen’s face pierced in pleasure and over at you. “Take it deeper, I know you can do it baby” you say, grinning as Suma’s face flushed a pretty red. 

Of course, she listens to what you asked of her, finally taking his cock farther down her throat. Tengen just grips at you harder, throwing his head back as he feels the back of her throat squeeze around his tip. 

“Good girl” you tell Suma, reaching a hand to pet over her head. When she tries to pull off, the hand on her head gets firmer, “You can do better than that baby” you say, pushing her head down farther. 

She gags a little, spit sliding down his shaft and down onto his heavy balls. “There you go, you know he likes it sloppy” you say. Your voice is gentle, much like your hands as they card through her hair to form a makeshift ponytail. A huge difference from how roughly you were helping Tengen use her throat. You forced her down on it, smiling at the tears that pricked at the edges of her eyes. You knew she loved it like this, everytime you pulled her off she had the neediest look on her face. A need for his cock back down her throat.

The sounds of her slurping on Tengen permeated around the room, hitting Makio’s ears. She peaked her eyes open, watching you feed Suma more and more of her husband’s fat cock. “Fuck I want it in me so bad” she moaned to Hina. 

Hinatsuru smiled, finally deciding to let her hand trail down to her weeping hole. She let her middle finger slip in, easily fucking into her tight slit. Makio gasped, hissing at the little stretch. But she needed more to really have her begging, they both knew that. 

“Yeah?” Hina responds as she speeds up her fingers, the nasty sounds in the room like music to her ears. “You wanna take all his cock?”

Makio nods her head, keening as Hina slips another finger inside her. It was driving her crazy, the way Hina just bullied that spot inside her that had her toes curling in. 

“If you wanna take it you gotta loosen up baby” Hina tells her, “I’m afraid you’re too tight” she giggles. Makio lets out a strangled moan as Hina gently squeezes around her throat, turning the girl to kiss on her again. Smiling at how easily Makio let her take charge of the kiss before pulling away. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll stretch this pretty cunt out” Hina promises.

You could almost say Makio was the most blissed out in the room right now, or maybe even Suma. Who wouldn’t be, getting their cunt stuffed so effortlessly or swallowing their husbands cock deep down their throat. 

But Tengen felt like he was hovering possibly above the heavens. Suma was sucking the absolute soul out of that man, somehow even better than usual with how rough you were guiding her. His whole body was twitching, barely able to keep himself still in his seat. 

The absolute only thing that was keeping him somewhat on this real was his grip on you. And you were driving him crazy too. 

“Oooh baby look!” You say to Tengen, grabbing his hair and forcing his head to look down. He could see what you were trying to show him perfectly, just not the full extent of it. Suma’s hands were on her pussy, trying to stuff her cunt full. 

You drop to your knees, bending over so you could feel the full extent of Suma playing with herself. Tengen’s eyes lit up, taking the opportunity to slap your ass, watching the fat recoil from the impact. You look back at him rolling your eyes, but arching deeper just for him.

It allowed you to see what you wanted to better anyway. And it was such a pretty sight. Suma’s bare pussy, leaking nastily from how wet she was. Her fingers caused a nasty squelch to ring throughout the room as she stuffed her pussy, bobbing up and down on Tengen’s cock.

You sit back up again, hands fisting into Suma’s hair again. Forcing her to keep up with the merciless pace you had set earlier. 

“See how needy you make her…, all of us my lord” you mumble into Tengen’s ear. And he moans, something about that nickname made his hips buck into Suma’s mouth. 

“Her pussy’s so sloppy just for you, you always have and always will make her wet. Just from pleasing you” you tell him. “Oh and look at our pretty little princess on the bed….” you say.

Tengen’s eyes follow yours, staring at Makio’s creamy pussy. “She’s been begging for your cock this whole time” you laugh a little. “You know how bad she wants you inside, pounding her until she can’t think about anything other than how grateful she is to have such a strong man to satisfy her greedy cunt” you say. 

“And you just know Hina’s enjoying yourself, you’re sweetheart loves getting us ready to take you nice and deep, just look at the smile on her face, all for you” which was partially true. Hina did love prepping you all. But that smile was purely because of how bad Makio was begging to cum, to take Tengen, just anything to feel her pussy reach that point of ecstasy.

“What about you mama?” Tengen manages to say through his pleasure, “You seem pretty composed.”

That gives you a chuckle, “That’s because I have a role to play” you tell him. “I’m here to guide you through it, tell you where to look and how to feel” you whisper into his ear. 

“To make sure you know how sexy of a husband we  have and still think you are Tengen” you say. 

And Tengen’s heart warms at the words. Because, though he hadn’t told any of you, that’s all he had needed to hear lately. He pulls you in for a kiss. It wasn’t messy, there wasn’t any tongue. Just love that spilled from the depths of Tengen’s soul to yours.

You pulled away, and you had half the mind to break character. Tell Tengen that you loved him, and that he was one of the most beautiful souls you had ever met during your lifetime. That you would choose him time and time again whether he had two arms or none, whether he was a whole soul or a broken one. That he was it for you and everyone else in the room. 

But Makio would kill you if you broke character, so you leaned forward and kissed him again. Hoping that everything you wanted to tell him, everything you felt in the moment translated through the lock of your lips. And Judging by the way he kissed you back, hand desperately pulling you closer. He understood. 

This time he pulls away, panting. You could tell by the look on his face that he was nastily close. Nearly everyone who was getting played with was. And you knew just what to say to get your husband over the edge.

“Y’know, If I didn’t take my role so serious…”You say, “I’d pull Suma off your cock and sit on it myself until you’re whining for me to stop” 

At the same time you speak, you push Suma all the way down and she gags. He peers down, seeing the mess you had made of Suma. She was crying, her big and teary eyes flickering between both you and Tengen. Her mouth was covered in a filthy mix of slick and pre, dribbling down her chin and onto her fat tits. All with a goofy smile on her face as she fucked her fingers as deep into herself as she could. 

It was like someone had pushed a line of dominos from then. 

Tengen came first, your words and Suma’s sinful throat too much for him to bear. The big man actually whined as he spilled his seed deep into Suma’s throat. Almost too lost in pleasure to notice that Suma was struggling to swallow his seed. There was just so much of it. So much more than usual. 

Not that Suma minded. She clearly didn’t, she was the next to reach her peak afterall. Pussy gushing all over the floor and eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came. You would be upset that you had such a big mess to clean if the sight wasn’t so fucking hot. 

Hinatsuru had Makio crumbling in her hold seconds after. Tengen was too fucked out to watch but your eyes were trained on the way Makio’s body trembled, shaking as Hina made her squirt juices everywhere, ruining the bed sheets. But Hina was a beast with her fingers. All of you knew from experience. 

As the room calmed down and everyone calmed down from their seemingly endless highs, Tengen turned to you. 

“Thank you” he says, “I got a wicked good orgasm and a confidence boost thanks to you girls” he winks. 

You giggle, happy that at least for now, you four had successfully warded off his insecurities. “You’re welcome lord Tengen”

“I’m happy we helped.”

He’s so beautiful~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

Obanai didn't do what he did for praise.

Slaying demons wasn't something he did to fuel his ego or feel better about himself. He didn't accept praise from his comrades. Obanai didn't take gifts counsel men offered after he beheaded the demon that slaughtered their daughter and sons.

So what was different about this time?

He had been on his way back home after a long mission of high difficulty, body bruised but necessarily battered. When he encountered a demon, attempting to eat a little girl. She cowered against the tree, she couldn't have been any older than six or seven.

Killing the demon was easy. It was weak, barely put up a fight against Obanai’s blade.

He comforted the girl, settling her on his back. Her shrill voice echoes in his ears as she directed him back home. But soon her directions were useless. He remembered this area very well. Obanai visited this village often, long ago.

Turns out the village leader had a daughter since the last time he came here. And was eternally grateful that Obanai had found his little girl.

He offered Obanai a celebration, in his honor, the following Friday night. And of course, the slayer was ready to refuse accordingly.

Until he saw movement in the corner of his eyes. It was a flash of a second, but he saw all he needed to see. Warm eyes and the ends of a pink kimono.

And suddenly his answer was yes.

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Walking into the celebration a few days later was a welcoming feeling. There were baked goods from almost every mother in the village laid out just for him, and village men shaking his hand in awe whenever they encountered him. The village kids swarmed him everywhere he went, begging to hear stories or his adventures as a swordsman. He told them, watered down versions of course. There’s no reason the kids needed to know the harsh reality of his job.

The night was fun so far, now with a belly full and social battery running low. Obanai found refuge in a corner. Of course you were feeling the same way. You were just like him in so many ways, but different all the same.

Your eyes, trying to stare at him with hatred, gazed up at him. He smirked, staring right back at you, noting that no smile graced your face in return.

“You don't look happy to see me” he says after what feels like years of charged silence.

“Because I'm not, you think you're funny, huh?” you question, anger building up in you.

But Obanai shrugs, having the audacity to laugh, “Just a little” he says.

“You hate parties so why the hell are you here?” you demand to know.

And Obanai answers you, though he thinks the answer is obvious, “I wanted to see you, it's been a while”

Your fists clench, “oh so you got the inkling to come see the woman you supposedly ‘love’ after 2 years!” You yell.

The anger in your voice gathered some of the village people's attention and Obanai was quick to pull you away to a quieter, more private area. He could tell you weren't done yelling.

“What?! “ you yell, furiously snatching your arm away from him, “ don't want the whole village to know what an asshole you are!”

“C'mon Y/n don't be like that” Obanai says to you, “we could always take the time to just catch up”

He grabs two glasses of wine, sitting on a nearby table, sliding one into your delicate hands. Obanai always did have such a way with words. A handsome man, with a smooth tongue was the perfect combination to make you hate yourself in the morning.

And he never failed to make you do so.

You and Obanai’s history was complicated. Just thinking about it gives you a booming headache. He had wandered into your village and swept you off your feet. He had you wrapped around his finger….and his cock in no time.

Too busy lost in pleasure to realize he was only using you for his.

But you fell for it everytime, let him make you think he loved you.

But after he left, you managed to get yourself together. Realized you were worth more than the way he treated you. You started to do the things you loved again. Found a man who treated you the way you wanted to be treated.

Sure he wasn’t as rich as Obanai, (And his cock didn’t fill you as deep), but he was sweet, exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Yet here you were, drinking and being stupid enough to laugh with the man who had consumed your mind all these years. As if he wasn’t going to disappear in the morning.

As the night carried on, and the village children’s bedtime came around, the party fizzled down. Now it was strictly adults all stunk with the stench of alcohol.

“I should probably go” you say, placing your second glass on a nearby table. You preferred not to drink much, it was embarrassing to be such a lightweight.

Obanai, on his third glass, didn’t have that problem. He always did know how to handle his alcohol.

“Why stop the fun now” your ex speaks, taking another sip on his glass, “We were having nice conversation”

You nod, “Annoyingly, you’re not wrong. But my boyfriends probably worried about me, I should head-”

“Boyfriend?” Obanai interrupts you, and you recognize that glint in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah…It’s been two years, I wasn’t gonna wait on your ass forever” you roll your eyes.

Obanai scoffs, “Like he could ever compare to me”

And you cross your arms, “He can’t compare to you, cause he’s not an arrogant asshole!” you sneer.

“Yeah, Yeah, keep talking doll. He doesn’t have the cash, the status, or the dick to keep up with you” Obanai says.

The crude words have heat shooting up your neck and creeping to your cheeks, “I’m leaving” you groan, turning to walk away. And he doesn't stop you. Letting you go back to whatever loser you had thought was better than him.

“And I’m not” Obanai muttered under his breath as soon as you were out of ear shot.

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To your horror, Obanai had somehow found a reason to stay in your village.

For a whole week.

He had convinced your village leader that he needed a place to stay for a few nights, even presented him with a compensation gift for the trouble. Typical Obanai, getting his way with his money. Didn’t help that he coincidentally got to stay in a room at the nice old lady’s house across the way from your own.

Suddenly the man seemed to have a heart of gold because everytime you so much as looked out the window, or stood next to one. You got the view of the man shirtless, tending to the old lady’s garden.

You knew obanai very well, he wasn’t planting roses and harvesting tomatoes to be helpful. He was doing it to rub in the fact that only *his* strong arms could hold you down the way you liked. That only his scarred lips could kiss you just right. That *he* was the only man for you.

The worst part was. The displays were starting to get to you. What you would usually scoff at and look away from. Was drawing your attention.

And soon you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he used to touch you. How his tongue would trail down your body, focusing right on your pretty tits just the way you craved.

The need for him was consuming you. Just like it had two years ago. And you almost felt bad.

After all you were doing what you thought was a subtle tease right back at himk. Removing your kimono in front of a window you ‘accidentally’ left open. Freeing your hair from its ponytail, having it out and wild the way he liked.

It was like a game of cat and mouse. You had promised yourself you would stop playing your role as the rodent, letting the predator catch you and push you into the mold you had worked so hard to break out of.

But the straw breaks when your boyfriend has to leave town for a while.

Obanai had knocked on your door, sweaty with rough hands and you were already half naked. Underwear is the only thing keeping your dignity.

Though if you had any form of respect for yourself. You wouldn’t have let him in, and you wouldn’t have given into him.

Your boyfriend flashed into your mind as you scooted closer to Obanai on the couch, but as soon as your ex’s hand cradled your face, all you could focus on was the hunk of man in front of you.

The man you were dating was so sweet. He treated you well, like a princess. But maybe, just maybe you weren’t meant for love. Maybe what you deserved was Obanai. To be used as a toy for the night and be abandoned in the morning.

His lips found yours with pretend care, that you fell for everytime. And yours met his with leftover love you had convinced yourself was gone. You let him cradle your body, tongue easily taking control of the kiss as he sets you back against your sofa.

your hands graced the larger man's shoulder. He had somehow grown stronger than he was before. It was nice to finally touch what you had been admiring all week. What you had been yearning to feel again for nearly two years.

The two of you only pull away from the kiss when the need for air outweighs your desire. Obanai could kiss you, his tongue plunged deep down your throat, for hours. So you pulled away first, looking up at him.

Your face was flushed, just as the rest of you was. Everything was hot, everywhere was hot as you looked up at the man hovering over you.

His eyes were dark with lust, panting.

“W-we shouldn't do this…” you say, the weight of your words heavy in the air.

“I know” Obanai says.

And he's kissing you again, hands groping and fondling whatever he could reach. His kisses trail down your body, and the thrill of the moment sends a nasty shiver flowing down to your spine.

Your whines grew into soft moans when his hand came to cup your tits, your bra doing nothing to make you less sensitive. Obanai could already feel your nipples pebbling under the fabric between him and your tits. If this was the past, he would have taken his time with you. Kissed down your body slowly, worship your breasts and get you wet enough for him to slip in with no resistance.

But this wasn’t then. It was now. And he didn’t feel like waiting anymore. Skilled hands unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere. Then his lips were pressing over your tits. Mouthing over the flesh. Your back arches up into him. It had been…a long while since someone had focused on what you really liked.

There was nothing Oanai loved more than your pretty moans getting loud and nasty. Seeing your eyes dull over with nothing but need for him. Nothing in that pretty little head of yours but him. All it took was a flick of his tongue on your nipple and you were all his.

It was something you had discovered your first time with the Hashira on top of you. Your tits were sensitive, so sensitive just staying like this for a while and had you cum just as you would on his cock.

It didn’t help that he sucked just as he would on your clit, teasingly biting and sucking. Warm tongue rolling your nipple around while his free hand plucked and pulled at your other.

You couldn’t help but squirm, couldn’t help but tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer. Praises of how good he was making you feel tumbling from your lips as your worries of your boyfriend slipped out of your head. Replaced by the man you had convinced yourself you’d never care about again.

The thin fabric of your panties was soaked in no time, uncomfortably so in fact. And now all you could think about was how easily Obanai could slide in now. Dick you down the way you hadn’t been in so long.

“Baby?.....” you pant, urging his head away from your chest.

He reluctantly relents and sits up, eyes staring into yours. His pupils were blown out too. And just like you couldn’t seem to think of anything but him whenever the two of you were together. What you didn’t realize is you had the same effect on him. Obanai could never get enough of you.

You can’t help the way you pull him in for another kiss, his strong hand bracing himself on your hip. “What do you need doll?” he mutters before letting you pull him in again, your own words whispered in the kiss.

“I need it” you whine and the words make him grin as he answers the way he knows will make your eyes roll.

“I know” he tells you, pulling away from your lips just to leave sloppy, messy kisses down your neck. While you're moaning, cradling his head closer to your neck, Obanai’s hands are reaching for your panties, inching them down your body. You lift your hips up and he presses a kiss to your jaw as a thank you.

He doesn’t even bother pushing your underwear all the way off, letting them dangle off your ankle as he throws your right leg over his shoulder to make more room for himself on the small couch.

By now he’s pulled away from your neck, looking down at the mess of you he’s made. Your skin is flushed, hot to the touch. Pretty bruises bloomed over your skin, bound to turn a nasty purple the next day. Not that he cared, he hoped your little boyfriend would go away after this anyway.

Your eyes watched as he reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock. It was always such a pretty sight. Thick and hard, that delicious upward curve trailing up to his pretty pink tip. It was embarrassing how bad you wanted him in you right now.

But of course Obanai was as mean as always, tapping his tip on your clit. Your hips jumped up at him, the moan leaving you not warranted by his actions.

“Wow” he says in awesome as he started to rock himself between your slit, fucking himself inbetween your folds, “This might be the wettest I’ve ever gotten you”

Your cheeks flush, not that he cares, still talking just as nasty as he always did, “Seriously do you hear yourself?” he speaks, leaning down to muffle your moans with a kiss as the sounds of your slick permeate throughout the room.

The sound was filthy. Your cunt really was sloppy. But that’s exactly what he wanted. You gasp when he finally slips inside of you, and you both moan from how quickly he bottoms out. Obanai doesn’t know how after all these years you’re still as tight as the first time he fucked into you. Warm, snug walls encasing him. You were the only woman he’d been with that had him trying not to cum too early.

The two of you thought the sounds from before were nasty but it was nothing compared to now. The constant plap plap plap of his hips rutting into yours was worse. He was so mean with his thrusts too. Not even bothering to start off slow, feeding you rough thrusts straight from the start.

You had your lip bitten tightly between your teeth, a hand resting on his bicep. Obanai winces, with a smile on his face as your nails claw into his arm. “That good doll?” he laughs.

And you don’t even care to chide him, not when he was this deep inside of you, tip running along the spot along your gummy walls that has you swearing you could see every star in the night sky.

“F-Faster” you beg and Obanai obliged. His pace in your cunt fastening. It was so easy to move within you. A little too easy.

When his cock slips out the first time, you watch him guide his cock back in restarting the pace. It was fun to see you so desperate, impatient for his cock, the only thing on your mind right now. When he slips out again he takes his sweet time tracing his tip around your entrance, enjoying the frustrated sighs leaving you. But with an eye roll you reach down and push him in yourself, other hand on his hips urging him to continue.

He does of course, having mercy on you and making sure his thrusts out are a bit more shallow. Wouldn’t want to make such a pretty girl mad.

Your cunt clenches as Obanai’s leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple again, plucking and suckling on it as if his life depended on it. You moan as his hips grinded into you, circular motions making your toes curl as he plays with your tits. Just when he thinks you can’t get any tighter you do, gripping his cock to the point where his hips stuttered a little bit. He swore you were the only girl he ever struggled to not cum too fast with.

Good thing you were close, he could always tell because you would start spurting out nonsense. Anything from apologies, to thank you’s to jumbled up whines of his name. Whatever it was, it was gorgeous to him, nothing was hotter than hearing you scream his name.

“You gonna cum baby?” he asks you and you nod your head. You were so close you could feel it coiling in your stomach. You just needed that one extra push over the edge.

Seemingly, Obanai could read your mind, because his other hand joined the play on your tits, turning the one he wasn’t torturing with his tongue.

You cum with a pornographic moan, clutching onto him tightly. Obanai wants to smile, laugh at the way you twitch pathetically under him. But just feeling you cum around him had him tumbling right over the edge with you.

He was gonna ask, inside or outside, but it was too late. By the time he remembered the question he had already stuffed you full, fucking his nut deep inside of you.

Luckily you didn’t seem to mind, moaning as your urge your hips up, as you urge him to fuck his cum deeper into your cunt. Just trying to prolong the pleasure before you have to really think about what you two just did.

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Post nut clarity really is a bitch. Especially for you. When you wake up the next morning in your bed, you want to smile, Obanai had been so sweet taking care of you afterwards. Running you a bath, making you food, holding you to sleep as the two of you actually talked.

But of course, when you woke up, there was a note next to you. The same one he had left you all those years ago. That he had a mission to go on and he’d see you soon. But you wouldn’t let yourself get your hopes up waiting for him, not again.

You would dump your boyfriend and probably avoid finding the other. Just to ease the guilt when he comes around to fuck with you again.

Sigh, if only real love turned me on.~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

Being a Hashira took a lot. Brains, strength, determination. All traits that a chosen hashira must possess to have a hope of surviving the japanese nights. 

You had all of these things. A smart and capable young woman you were, you rose the ranks fast. It left everyone shocked. It was rare for a new Hashira to be appointed. Especially one as sweet and shy as you. You were strong, no doubt. The evidence was all in your accomplishments. Starting at the bottom and working your way to the top in only two years, inventing your breathing style developed from water breathing on the way. 

All your hard work had paid off, which is what landed you where you were. Standing with people you have looked up to for years as not only the first ice hashira but a colleague of theirs. 

The hashira were friendly to you, and even if they weren’t the nicest they didn’t give you too hard of a time. But for the most part, everyone was kind to you. Especially two in particular.

You had known that Mitsuri was a bubbly person before you had met her so it wasn't a surprise to you when she clung to your side the first time you officially met. Pressing close to you and showering you with compliments. 

The love Hashira's boyfriend was the same way with you. Obanai was equally if not more clingy with you as Mitsuri was. His behavior surprised everyone, especially you. You had heard so many rumors about how it wasn’t typical of him to show kindness to people, especially new people. But you welcomed the kindness from both of them. Enjoyed the way they showered you with gifts and money for seemingly no reason at all. And loved how sweet they were.

It took you a while before you realized why they were so friendly with you, they wanted a third. They confessed to you one night when they took you out to a nice dinner and got you dressed up all pretty for them. They had drowned you in accessories, gold earrings, floral headpieces. You would have to be crazy to say no. So that night you went home with a kiss on the cheek from each hashira, and a handful of gift boxes that were sure to never stop.

Life with them was a dream, sure it was scary sometimes. There were times all of you were afraid. When you would go out to slay demons there was always a fear one of you wouldn’t come back. 

But the good times outweigh the bad. The times they would smile at you when you made dinner when they got home late, enjoying meals and deep conversations. The times the three of you would train together, pushing each other to your limits and laughing about it afterwards. 

And times much like this, when they had you pressed against the futon, both of their soft, warm hands gripping all over you. Obanai had his lips pressed against yours in a sloppy kiss. The feeling of his tongue slipping into a tangle with your tongue makes your legs quiver. Your girlfriend had her hands glued to your tit, finger flicking and teasing at your nipples, pebbled from the constant stimulation. She sucked pretty purple marks along your neck that were sure to get worse in the morning.

While Mitsuri’s hands were busy, Obanais free hands started groping over you, he slid down to play with the band of your underwear hidden below your silk robe. 

You shivered at the touch, your hand quickly came to grab at Obanai’s when he attempted to slip under the fabric clad against your cunt. “W-wait,” you said breathlessly.

Obanai’s hand immediately halted. This was usual when the three of you got like this. You would always stop it when it got this far. They never pressured you into anything, they were just curious as to why this was the point you stopped at. You had already assured him you wanted to have sex with them, they just never understood what the hold-up was.

Your boyfriend pressed an apology kiss to your lips, “Sorry doll, I got carried away. ” he said, hand sliding back up your body to gently stroke across your abdomen, gaze sliding down to watch the way your muscles fluttered at the light touch. 

"It's okay, I-I just”, Mitsuri sat up at your own words, her full tits practically spilling out of her robe as she took the chance to look at you. “Just what sweetheart? Tell us.” she spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. 

It feels impossible to keep ahold of her gaze as your cheeks flush, eyes glancing away from hers. Obanai tuts at this, “Don’t be shy doll, you can tell us anything and everything.” he says.

You sigh as silence washes over the three of you. Your lovers don’t rush you to speak, they wait patiently until you’re ready to continue. “...I’ve never done this before.” you said, feeling your heart thump a little faster in your chest. 

“Done what?” Mitsuri questions, “Had sex?” She asks.

You silently nod, embarrassed by the truth. To your horror, Mitsuri and Obanai give each other a look before chuckling. “Please don’t laugh at me,” you said. As a frown took shape. The two immediately stopped laughing, each placing a comforting hand on your body. 

“Sweetheart we would never laugh at you, it was just funny that you were embarrassed. Did you think you being a virgin would scare us off?” Mitsuri asks after assuring you. 

The sigh you let out was one of relief at your girlfriend's reassurance, “Yes, I-I thought it would make you all see me as if I was immature, when in reality. There just…. Isn’t enough time for sex when you’re constantly working to get to hashira status.” you say.

“That’s perfectly fine.” Mitsuri assures, Obanai then chimes in, “After all, we have plenty of time right now.” 

 “We can make good use of it.”

“You guys want to have sex?” you ask, eyes wide as you feel a tingling sensation between your legs, the same feeling you always get when they kiss and touch all over you.

You close your eyes as Mitsuri leans down and presses kisses on your lips, sloppily trailing kisses down your neck, “Just say the word Y/n, say the word and we’ll make you feel so good.” she muttered between kisses. 

Obanai grabs your chin and your eyes shoot open as he makes you look at him. “C’mon doll, let us give it to you, make that little cunt feel good, what do you say, hmm?”

You nod and are immediately overwhelmed with the sensations of their hands all over you again. Mitsuri’s tongue suckled around your tits, while your boyfriend was kissing you so rough you could barely keep up. His strong hands somehow trail gently down your body, toying with your panties again before running a finger along your covered slit. Your body jumps and your boyfriend presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Relax doll.” he says, backing off from the kiss as he continues his feather-light touches, it felt like so much more to you. Gentle strokes turned into defined circles around your sensitive clit. Still a gentle feeling, but overwhelming at the same time. 

“Oooh, why d-does it feel like that” you moan, hips slowly grinding up into the pleasure you were receiving.

“Like what Mama? Is it too much?” Mitsuri asked, cupping your cheek so you would look at her. 

You nod at her question, “It’s a lot but I-I like it. Feels good, really fuckin good. ” You moan surprising your lovers, it was rare for you to curse. “Am I supposed to feel. . wet down there?” you ask.

Mitsuri nods, “It’s natural baby, which means Obanai’s making you feel just right”

“Can you take my panties off? They feel sticky now.” you ask sheepishly. Obanai pulls his hands up as Mitsuri slides the fabric down your legs and throws them across the room. Your girlfriend crawls off your body and sits on her knees right in front of you. 

She gasps and you get a little shy, closing your legs to cover yourself. Mitsuri shakes her head, pushing them open. “Don’t hide such a pretty thing from me sweetheart. Obanai look how pretty our baby’s pussy is.” she said, pulling Obanai to stare. You blush as they stare at you, hands spreading your cunt to get a pretty look at you.

“She’s so pretty, wet too.” Obanai stares in awe. You watch as your lover spreads your legs wider, leaning in closer. Mitsuri can’t help but lightly drag her tongue through your folds and you whimper, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. Obanai’s tongue soon follows, stroking through your slit to get a taste of the wetness leaking from your sopping cunt.

Your moans grow louder and louder as they both start to make out with your pussy, taking turns sucking on your clit and fucking their tongues into you. It made your toes curl and your cunt clench, you hadn’t felt like this ever before. 

But nothing made you wetter than seeing the two of them end up kissing each other. Tongues tangling together as they made out with each other right in front of your cunt. They sat up, giving you the delicious view of the tent in Obanai’s pants and the wet spot staining Mitsuri’s panties. They were so incredibly sexy. 

An experimental hand trailed down your body as you gently rubbed where Obanai had touched you earlier. You shivered as you circled the spot your boyfriend had earlier, eyes watching as Mitsuri’s hands reached into Obanai’s pants, pulling his fat cock out and stroking it with expertise you were sure to never have. 

You fastened your pace as she jerked him off, loving the sight of precum leaking out the tip and down her pretty hands. When they glanced back at you, seeing their pretty girl playing with her pussy, they drew their attention back to you. 

Mitsuri’s lips press one last kiss To obanai’s before she leans down and grabs the hand you’d been touching yourself with, her other arm never stopping her tugs on Obanai’s cock. She slowly sucked your digits soaked with your juices in her mouth, making your clit twitch from how arousing the situation was. 

She let your fingers go with a lewd pop, “God you taste good sweetheart.” she sighed before moving back to Obanai to press a kiss to his tip. “Why don’t you let our girl take care of this for you, teach her a thing or two.” Mitsuri suggests. “I’ll focus on making her feel good”.

Obanai nods, enjoying Mitsuri’s idea. He pressed occasional kisses on your stomach, moving up your body until he was straddling your neck. He gently slapped his cock against your cheek and you moaned at the heavy weight of it.

“Open up pretty girl.” he says and you eye him wearily. But when his soft hands grasp your chin you open up. Obanai slips the tip of his cock in your mouth and you try to mimic what you think Mitisuri would do. Sucking on it. You suppose your choice was right as your boyfriend threw his head back with a groan.

As you suckle on your boyfriend's swollen tip. Your girlfriend has settled between her legs. Nimble fingers toying with your slit. Just dragging them through, playing with you like she would a toy. 

You moan around Obanai's cock, the sound sending a fat glob of pre cum rolling down your throat. He grabs the back of your head, hands pushing himself farther down on it. You swore you were choking, it was just so thick. 

Your girlfriend marveled at your pretty little cunt, juices just oozing out of you. Mitsuri finally leans forward and flicks her tongue on your clit. The feeling makes your legs twitch, and your thighs would be sure to close if it wasn’t for the love Hashira’s strong hands spreading you apart perfectly. 

Mitsuri was nastily skilled with her tongue. Quick and nimble movements were sure to be the death of you. She was practically making out with your slit, her tongue sliding into every crevice of your pussy. You could barely keep up, the only thing grounding you from the pleasure was Obanai’s meaty thighs, which you had a death grip on. 

Your long nails left red streaks along the skin as his cock stuffed your mouth full. Tiny tears creased the corner of your eyes as you tried your best to take him down your throat. Gagging as he moved you through the motions. 

Back and forth back and forth, back and forth. 

Until your chin was a slobbery mess. But you weren't the only one. Mitsuri's face was soaked, spit and slick covering her face as she ate you out. Her nose nudged your clothes as she forced her tongue as deep into you as she could manage. And it was toe-curlingly good. 

Obanai peered down at you, smiling at the fucked outlook in your eyes. He tapped your cheek, “You still with me baby?”

You nod your head, eyes focusing on the pretty sight above you. He was just as handsome as always. Cheeks flushed, panting as his hips thrust down your throat. 

If he didn't know you were too sweet to ever not be honest, he would call you a filthy liar. You were a natural. Sucking his dick deep, tongue licking underneath the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. 

It was taking everything in him not to blow his load right now. 

His head turned to look at Mitsuri, calling to her over his shoulder, “Think she's ready for me?” He asks. 

“Hmm,” Mitsuri ponders, pulling away from your needy clit. You were pretty soaked, but she had barely prepped your hole yet.

A slim finger slides into you with ease, and when it curls your whole slit twitches. 

“Oooh, she's a tight little thing” Mitsuri chuckles as she starts to thrust her finger in you, keeping its curve. Your mouth went slack around your boyfriend's cock at the feeling. It had your mind going blank. 

Every time your girlfriend's finger pulled out of you, the pad of her finger dragged deliciously over a spot inside you that drove you crazy. 

Obanai couldn't hold himself back anymore when Mitsuri's tongue joined in the mix. The muscle mashing against your clit, the nasty noises running straight from his ears down to his cock. 

He grabbed your hair without thinking, forcing you all the way down on his shaft as he came.

You could barely keep up with what was happening, just. Swallowing the thick liquid he gave you no choice but to taste. 

When he pulled out of your mouth, the heavy weight of his cock pressing into your cheek you could finally moan freely. 

And fuck you were loud. But your noise was warranted. After all, Mitsuri slid another finger deep into your pretty pussy. 

She must've wanted to kill you, that's the only reason you could find to explain the mean way her lips were latched on your clit. It was so harsh, the Inescap pleasure driving you the same. 

The hands-on Obanai’s thighs gripped onto him for dear life as you squeezed your eyes tight. 

He had seen it countless times when he had gone down on Mitsuri. 

“Open your eyes doll, let me see how pretty you look when you cum.” he says. 

It was all just so much. You wail loudly as you feel pleasure building up in your gut. Different than what to have been feeling so far. It felt like you were tumbling down a hill, pleasure building up and up and up until… you finally came. 

Your whole body froze up and you swore your vision went pure white. Your back arches up into Mitsuri's Mouth until the pleasure hits you. 

The thick of your thighs closed around Mitsuri's face, legs shaking terribly as your toes curled in. But your girlfriend, ever stubborn, didn't let you stop her from prolonging your orgasm. Her licks were gentle, just. Prodding at your clit. She pulled her fingers from your country, focusing on working through it with your tongue. 

Obanai had his eyes glued to yours the entire time, a dark look in his eyes. 

It felt like forever had passed before Obanai crawled off of you, gently pushing at Mitsuri's head, doing what your tired arms failed to do. Reluctantly, the girl pulled away, a pout on her shiny lips that was quickly kissed away by l. 

Just like that, the two were all over each other again, kissing, tongues down each other throats. Obanai loved kissing his girl, but there was something about the taste of her mouth that was driving him crazy. 

Your eyes trailed down their bodies, Obanai, already naked and hard again, his cock twitching every which way, desperate for a hole to find refuge in. 

Mitsuri’s hands desperately took hold of her robe, pulling the fabric off. You moaned as her soft body was exposed.

Heading that, she pulls away from Obanai, leaving him chasing her lips. She crawls next to you and you think you're gonna die. She's so sexy, an absolute wonder of a woman. Thick hips, huge tits with a cute face. Sometimes you wonder what you did to get so lucky. 

You sit up weakly on your elbows, smiling up at her. Obanai’s hands reach for his cock as he watches Mitsuri grab your cheek and kiss you. Her tongue immediately takes control of yours. You moan into the kiss, the feeling of love Hashira’s tits pressed against your side sending your brain into overdrive. 

You almost don't register Obanai moving between your legs until you feel his dick prodding at your clit. You pull away from Mitsuri's kiss with a moan. It felt different than before like every little touch to your clit was overwhelming. 

Obanai smiled, tapping his too to your clit a few times just to hear you whine. “You think you can take me baby?” he asks you. He sees the wide look in your eyes and he knows you're nervous. After all, you could barely fit two of Mitsur's fingers. And now you were moving on to seven girthy inches of cock. Your boyfriend was not a small man. 

He places a comforting hand on your stomach, “you don't have to if you don't want to baby” he reminds you. 

You nod your head, you know but, “I want to” you express, “but how is it supposed to fit… inside”*you say. 

Mitsuri pressed a loving kiss to your shoulder, “he's gonna go slow mama, give you time for that pretty pussy to adjust, okay?” She tells you and you cling to the calmness the words bring you. 

“W-Will it hurt?” You ask softly and Obanai can't help but lean forward and press a kiss on your pretty lips. 

“Only a baby,” he says honestly, then it'll feel good, just as good as earlier, he tells you. And you nos, nervously biting at your bottom lip. 

“O-okay, m'ready”* you say and Obanai crawls back, positioning your legs wide for him.

Mitsuri’s soft hands come to caress your tits, rolling your nipple around to distract you. Her lips pressed kisses to your throat, as you moaned. 

The distraction worked until you didn't, when you felt Obanai position himself at your entrance, pushing his cock in as slow as he could. 

You let out a pained wince as his head slipped in, letting out an uncomfortable sigh. Mitsuri's quick to shush you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “It's okay baby girl.” she tells you. 

Obanai watches your face as he pushes farther in. His heart aches at every pained whimper, grateful that Mitsuri was comforting you 

“It's almost in Mama, good job,” she tells you, and you moan when you feel Obanai's pelvis flush against you. It was a weird feeling. Almost uncomfortable but not as bad as it was at first.

You only grow louder when Obanai leans forward to kiss your lips, his cock shuffling inside you. “I knew you could take it, proud of you baby.” he tells you. 

The pain is bad at first when he pulls out of you and pushes back in. It hurts no matter how gentle he tries to be. But the pain turns into stinging. That stinging starts to make your back arch. And soon he's thrusting into you with no resistance. His thrusts feel as good as Mitsuri's fingers curling inside you. 

It was such a new feeling. Having something so thick and big inside you. It was weird, but it felt good, really good. 

“F-fuck” you curse under your breath, lidded eyes staring at the man stuffing you with his cock. You were a mess, body sweaty, hair disheveled. 

Not that Obanai was any better. He didn't know someone could be this tight. You had to be doing this on purpose, pussy trying to milk him for all he's worth. And it was taking an embarrassing amount of effort not to let go right now. 

Mitsuri was smiling, watching you make Obanai's dick disappear. It was such a pretty sight, hearing the sounds your pussy made. 

The pleasure was intense and you turned to Mitsuri, grasping her arm to ground yourself. 

“How's it feel mama, you like it?”Mitsuri asks you, a gentle hand caressing your torso. 

You nod your head, “I-I like it. ” you tell her, biting your lip and Mitsuri smiles as she leans in to kiss your pretty lips. She always takes your breath away when she kisses you. Conveying everything she feels for you with a battle of your tongues. 

Obanai draped one of your legs over his shoulder and you were keen as his cock seemed to plow deeper into you. 

Mitsuri pulls away with a smile, watching you try and take your boyfriend's cock, “it's deep, isn't it baby?”

You nod your head, looking over at her with the most adorable look on your face. Eyes laced with need and hazed with pleasure. “I-its so deep” you stutter out. 

Obanai smirks at that and Mitsuri catches it, rolling her eyes at him with a giggle. 

Her hands trail down your stomach, pressing down right over where Obanai was inside you,” yeah, you feel him right here mama?” She asks and you can barely respond. The pressure on your stomach makes your legs quake a little. 

Obanai's hips only fasten their pace and you swear every time his fat tip slams against that perfect spot inside you you're gonna die.

Your boyfriend above you is lost in pleasure, low groans of your name tumbling from his lips as he pounds your pussy. Pressing kisses up your ankle, sucking one of your toes into his mouth. 

The feeling made you giggle, but ain't nothing funny about Mitsuri's sneaky hand trailing down your stiffened clit. 

You let out a whimper, reaching to grab Mitsuri's wrist. But you would never be stronger than her, not in a million years. You swore the laughter she let out was evil as she swirled mean circles around your clit. 

But all Obanai saw in front of him was a pair of angels. It was such a gorgeous sight, his two girls in front of him. Blissed out together. The body's rocking with the weight of each of his thrusts. 

The hand that wasn't busy spreading your legs apart reaches to spread Mitsuri's. The girl let out a soft gasp, her hand stuttering on your clit as Obanai thumbed hers. 

Her moans were loud as her boyfriend played with practiced expertise. Fingers rubbing side to side on her slit before he presses two fingers deep into her. They slipped right in, the love hashira's pussy a soaked mess.

“Shh” he shushes both of you and you both do. Biting your lips to restrain the pillowy moans leaving your lips. 

Now with the two of you quiet, you could hear the filthy sounds of your pussy, squelching and soaked. Making the prettiest noises. Mitsuri's fingers seem to regain power as she goes back to swirling your clit between her fingers. She playfully bites at your ear, “you sound so pretty mama” she slurs in your ear. 

You turn and press a kiss to her lips, your hand moving to play with her clit. Mitsuri's tongue goes slack as pleasure shivers through her. 

The faster the two of your hands got on each other the closer the two of you got. And it wasn't long before you were squirming, feeling something different for the first time Mitsuri made you cum. 

You cling onto her with one arm, the other gripping Obanai’s flexed arm. “I-I think I'm gonna cum!”*you gasp out. 

Obanai nods, “go on baby, you can do it,” he says. 

“M'close to baby, s-so close” Mitsuri moans. As if reading each other's minds you both speed up your hands, rubbing mean circles against each other's clits. 

“Ooooh, i-i'm cumming!” you whine and you barely have time to process what's happening before pleasure hits you from the ends of your ears to the tips of your toes

Mitsuri wasn't far behind you, her creamy pussy making a mess on Obanai's hand. He curled his fingers within her, smiling as she screamed, thighs squeezing around his hand. 

His thrusts into you never ceased, it felt like you were floating. 

You were still in a daze but Mitsuri came down from her high before you. Getting the honor of seeing Obanai Iguro break. 

He was barely holding back, just trying to fuck you through it so he could cum. And at this point, he didn't care about where. In or out. But your pussy was gripping onto him for dear life. He wasn't gonna last any longer. 

“In or out doll?” Obanai gasps. 

But you could barely answer, too fucked out to think. The overstimulation was so much to take, and you couldn't squirm, not with the death grip your boyfriend had on your leg. Humping into you as he pants, waiting for your answer. 

A swift slap to your clit has your eyes wide and open in no time and the fast circles that have you moaning out a jumbled-up string of pleas. For what exactly? You weren't sure. 

“Did you hear him mama?”Mitsuri asks and you shake your head. “He asks if you want him to cum in or out of you?”

The question brings heat to your cheeks and right down to your clit. It was getting hard to focus. The constant stimulation makes another orgasm build up in you. But this one felt like it might break you. 

“W-which one do you like? ” you ask Mitsuri. 

And she smiles, “I like it when he cums inside me.”

“T-then that, inside.” you say, eyes rolling back in your head as her fingers speed up on your clit. 

Mitsuri turns to Obanai, giggling at his blushed red face. “you heard her, baby, go on fuck it deep in her.“

Obanai groans loudly as he cums, and you gasp as you feel his loud shoot into you. You cum with him, the white load painting your walls sending you over the edge. 

It takes a long time for you to come to and by then, Obanai had pulled his stick cock out of you, and Mitsuri was stroking your forehead with her clean hand. 

They each press a kiss to your cheek, marveling at how fast you had fallen asleep. Chest rising and falling peacefully. 

“She can't go to sleep, we have to clean her up. ” Mitsuri says softly. 

But Obanai shakes his head leaning to press another kiss to your forehead, “I'll run her a bath in thirty.” he says. 

“Let our pretty girl rest”

First one down, 14 more to go!!!!!!!~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024»☆★