#demonslayer au

“Caw!! dead!! caw!! dead!! Stone Hashira Ballister dead!! caw!!” Nimona froze. No, there is no way he’s dead. 

“He died after a confrontation with uppermoon two” 

That stupid crow didn’t know what it's talking about. Ballister is fine, he's somewhere being awesome and slaying demons with ease. The demon she was in the middle of fighting with pounced but was cut short by Nimona who swiftly decapitated with a trail of flames behind her. Nimona ran out the door and down random hallways not sure where she was going. She had to find Ballister just to make sure he didn’t any help because he was not dead. She ran down hallways opening doors at random.

Taking a sharp turn she ran into someone in just as much of a frenzy as she was, Ambrosius, “Have you seen Ballister!”

“No I was just looking for him but this stupid place has a million rooms and it keeps changing and that stupid bird said Ballister…” 

Nimona trailed off knowing the crows don’t say things that aren’t true. That realization and her anger manifested as tears streaming down her face before she knew what was happening. Ambrosious embraced her, his own tears escaping his eyes. Nimona’s body shook with sobs muffled by Ambrosious’ chest. 

“He can’t be…y’know he just can’t” Nimona’s voice came from her mouth, small and timid like a scared childs.

Memories of Ballister training with her, tending to her injuries as she re-told her battles, and dinners they had together with Ambrosius. Ballister had become such a big part of her life, what she was going to do. 

Ambrosius took a deep breath making eye contact with Nimona “He fought that uppermoon to make the world a safer place, even if it cost him his life” with a shaky breath he continued “We can’t let his sacrifice go to waste. We have to kill that demon”. His words were laced with venom as he talked about the demon that had taken Ballister away from him. 

Nimona sniffled and straightened up “That demon is going to regret even touching Ballister”. 

She never meant for things to get this far. It’s almost comical, how desperate she was for this complete stranger to ravage her. His eyes trail over her exposed chest, he practically ripped the buttons and she wondered how she was going to explain this wardrobe malfunction to her husband when she got home.

His breath fanning across her face breaks her from her thoughts. She can smell the whiskey from the drinks he had previously in the night,and her own essence lingering on his lips messy and slick her stomach tightens, she can feel herself clench thinking about feeling his breath ghosting over her cunt again. He leans forward for a kiss and she turns her head sharply, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head.

stupid.stupid.stupid. Ringing out like a mantra in her mind, she only came out because it was Mitsuri’s birthday, how the fuck did she find herself locked away in this restroom with someone that wasn’t her husband is beyond her.

“What’s wrong? You’re the one who wanted this,” He scoffs and begins to back away. Shinobu snaps her eyes open at the loss of his warmth and reaches forward, pulling him by the hem of his shirt so that he’s back to standing in between her plush thighs, her skirt already ridden up from their antics prior.

“Just no kissing, I’m…married,” She mumbles, not meeting his cold blue eyes. He grabs her left hand and studies the ring sitting pretty on her finger, it glitters in the light of the bathroom, Shinobu watches as he takes the ring and slip it off her finger, reaching for the clutch she had discard on the counter earlier he slips the ring in and laughs with no humor. The man grasps her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to make eye contact, forcing her to take in his handsome features laced with a shit eating smirk.

“Let me get this straight, you don’t want me to kiss you on the lips,” He pauses and lets go of her chin so that his fingers can trail down her face and neck. She holds her breath anticipating his next move, practically crying out when he presses his fingers firm and rough against her panty clad clit.

“But you let me taste this delicious pussy not even five minutes ago?” He scoffs and steps away leaving her aching, her chest heaves, breathing goes rapid when he reaches the door.

“Wait!” She shouts, she can feel herself trembling as she lowers herself from the counter to stop him from unlocking the door.

“What? You’ve already wasted my time,” He snaps, shooting her a glare, she looks away again, fiddling with her fingers.

“You can kiss me,” She mutters. He doesn’t respond immediately and she risks peeking up at him through her lashes, he lets his hand fall from the doorknob and steps away from the door. He takes both her cheeks in his hands, loving the way leans into his touch. He surges forward placing a kiss on her soft lips, her lipgloss smears and he licks at her tasting the vanilla and moaning in approval. The kiss catches her off guard; she gasps and he takes advantage of it letting his tongue slip against hers so smoothly her knees buckle.

He tastes of mint, whiskey and herself, it’s filthy the way this kiss turns her on she should be utterly disgusted but she finds herself pressing against his front, writhing from his touch as he kisses her deeper, his tongue making home in her mouth, wrapping around her own so expertly she regrets not letting him do it sooner. She breaks the kiss first taking in a much needed breath, he leans forward to kiss her again, ignoring her protest of needing to breathe, he didn’t care he couldn’t get enough of her, the way she tasted, the cute whimpers she continued to let out, she was driving him insane.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” He groans, backing her into the counter again. He presses a kiss to the side of her mouth, then her neck. He taps her thigh twice in warning and lifts her up again settling himself in between her thighs once more, she moans when he rocks into her, eyes going wide at the feeling of his hard length against her. Then his hands roam her body and it’s heaven, he makes her feel so good she leans into his touch and he chuckles at how responsive she is. Her hands play in his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck when he pinches her nipples, rolling them softly and then tugging them hard. She gasps at the stinging pain but it’s soon soothed by the warmth of his mouth as he leans forward to pepper open mouth kisses across her chest, stopping at each nipple to swirl his tongue expertly around each hardened bud.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked,” He comments when he pulls away with a pop. She feels her face heating up at his lewd comments but doesn’t say anything, she removes her hands from his hair and plays with the hem of his shirt again revealing a perfectly sculpted chest, she rakes her nails down his abs and revels in the way he shivers at her touch. It seemed she had more effect on him than she thought.

Feeling extraordinarily bold she stops at his pants, undoing his belt and then the zipper, she hesitates when she realizes that there’s no stopping after this, she trails her eyes up slowly taking him in, closes her eyes briefly before finally meeting his heated gaze, he smirks and thrust his hips forward and it’s all the confirmation Shinobu needs and soon she’s whipping out his cock, palming and squeezing at his length.

He falters, she can see the flicker of arrogance waver, and she feels successful that she’s gotta something other than a smirk and sarcasm from the man.

“I wanna feel you,” She finds herself whispering, he throws his head back at that, a low moan comes from him and Shinobu smiles victoriously, any hint of remorse or regret now long gone, the only thing that mattered was that she was here with him and she craved to be filled with his cock.

His hands move from her breast and easily slides her skirt the rest of the way up, her thighs, he moves her panties to the side and watches as she strokes his cock slowly. His fingers tease the outline of her sex, the warmth is so inviting but one fact remains clear in his foggy mind.

“You don’t know my name,” He says, smiling darkly. He bats her hand away and strokes his cock once before rubbing the head of his cock against her folds, she’s needy with want and bristles at his comment, she just wants him to fuck her already. She shoves her hips forward, a beautiful invitation but he doesn’t let up on his teasing.

“How am I going to enjoy fucking this cunt if you don’t know my name? Hmm? How will I enjoy hearing your pretty moans when you don’t even know my name?” He taunts, thrusting so slowly into her pussy, he holds her hips still when she tries lifting herself to meet his thrust, slapping her thigh.

She whines, pouting when he stops his movement completely and it’s so adorable he actually chuckles. He bends down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I wanna hear you, when you’re cumming, I want to hear you say my name, hell scream it if you have to,” She starts to protest that she still doesn’t know his name but he shushes her with another kiss.

“Giyuu, got that babe?” He asks against her lips and she nods. Giyuu leans back and aligns his cock with her entrance, collecting the slick and covering his thick length with her essence he sinks in easily, grunting out, a low curse.

“Oh Giyuu,” Shinobu sighs when he’s all the way in, her eyes fall close, she can’t bring herself to look at him, the pleasure is too overwhelming already.

“Nuh-uh, open your eyes,” He demands, he grips her face squeezing her cheeks, making drool spill down her chin.

“That’s it, look at how well your pussy takes me,” He grunts harshly, he pulls her hair roughly making her watch how her pussy sucks him back in when he pulls out. The wetness seeps around his cock and he can’t help himself when he gathers the slick just to rub her clit lightly.

“Faster please?” She begs and he complies, his hips piston in and out of her velvet walls and they squeeze him so tightly he has to pull out completely to avoid finishing early. Her pussy glistens and she whines again earning her yet another smack to her thigh.

“You have such a pretty pussy,” He moans lowly sending a particularly deep thrust into her. His cock is thick and heavy and his dirty words shoot straight to her core. She can already feel the beginning of a second orgasm taking over, she looks up at Giyuu, pleasure contorts his face, his hand never lets up on rubbing her clit. She gasps, covering her mouth as she cums, her vision becomes spotty and she swears she sees stars, a high pitched whine rips through her. Her legs tremble with the force of it, pulling him closer she keens, slapping at his hand working her clit. He chuckles, and brings his hand to his mouth sucking his fingers obscenely. Giyuu lowers himself to her ear, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple, then the shell of her ear.

“Oh that’s no good darling, I wanted to hear you say my name, I thought I made that clear,” He husks, he pulls out making her whimper at the loss of his thick cock. He presses the heel of his palm against her pussy as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she feels like she no longer floating, she pushes his hand away completely and looks at him expectantly.

“Turn around,” he commands, Shinobu nods weakly, accepting his help as she gets down, he presses her lower back firmly, smashing her cheek against the granite counter before grabbing a handful of hair forcing her to look in the mirror.

She meets his eyes, dark and filled with lust.

“Now this time I want you to watch yourself as you cum,” He lets go of her hair and traces the curve of her body, his nails drag down her sides sending a shiver down her spine.

“And make sure I hear you when you cum understand?” He does wait for an answer, he palms her ass, squeezing the soft flesh before spreading her ass cheeks apart, she feels her pussy ache, clenching around emptiness as he teases her.

“Giyuu put it in,” She whines accompanied with a foot stomp, he smacks her ass the sting of it sends a tingle through her core, and she wiggles her ass making him smack the same spot again.

“Please Giyuu?” She whines so soft and prettily, looking back at him with such an innocent expression he loses all resolve, the tip of his cock pushing in her wetness has her melting against the counter. She moans and pushes her hips back to meet his thrust, the movement causes his hips to stutter.

“You know if I knew you were going to be this much of a slut I would’ve approached you the minute you walked in the club,” He moans, his hands move her back and forth on his cock, his balls slapping on her clit perfectly making her squeezing every time he fucks into her.

“Oh and then to find out you’re married, fuck. What are you going to tell your husband when he finds out how well you were taking my cock?” He taunts, the words should be cruel, they should make her feel guilty but they don’t, if anything she feels herself gushing more wetness around him.

His nails dig into her hips, he towers over her until he’s pressing himself against her back, she feels his cock pulsating inside her, dragging along her walls in a delicious way and then he hits that spot that makes her incredibly tight around him.

“R-right there, please, please,” She moans reaching back to hold onto his arms, he circles an arm around her waist, fingers finding their way back to her overly sensitive bud.

“Right here baby?” He asks cockily, she only moans in response, she doesn’t doesn’t focus on anything except for the fact that she needs to cum, the noises Giyuu makes above her are guttural and almost animalistic, she inhales his scent, and finds herself looking at her expression, her hair and makeup is completely ruined, and her eyes are so glossed over that she doesn’t even recognize the person staring back at her.

She pants and loses herself to her orgasm, she whimpers, biting her lip before remembering his words from before.

“Giyuu, I’m g-gonna c-cum,” She stutters out, he rewards her with another thrust of his cock, and that sends her in a frenzy cumming all over his cock.

“Fuck yes, give it to me,” He growls roughly and she does, throwing her hips back relishing in every sensation he gives her. Her pussy is tight holding him in a vice grip and he cums spilling his load deep inside of her.

It takes a couple of minutes for Shinobu to recover, the thumping of the music brings her back to the bathroom and to the man cleaning her up with wet paper towels.

“I’m sorry, that’s…not like me,” She mumbles, she closes her eyes still feeling fuzzy. He chuckles and pushes her panties back in place then folds her skirt back down over her ass.

“Sorry about your shirt,” He mumbles. She sighs and stands up slowly, adjusting her shirt so that she’s not as exposed. As far as her makeup and hair go she wipes away the smeared mascara and eyeliner, and runs her hands through her locks.

She only notices Giyuu’s made it to the door when she hears the music get louder, a look of disappointment on her face.

“Will I see you again?” She hates the way her voice sounds a pitch higher.

“Maybe,” Is his answer and he walks out of the bathroom leaving Shinobu to reflect on what just occurred.