#genta x reader

The playful lilt is gone, peppered instead with groans from the pit of his belly and curses blown out from between his gritted teeth. You did tell him you were up for anything, anything so that you'd get your hands on those big Oni muscles that nobody would be able to resist. In all honesty you didn't really imagine what exactly it would entail, you were too preoccupied with how you would make it happen--but Itto was much more accommodating than you expected when you asked to spend a night with him, perhaps because he had what he wanted in mind already. 

"My boys needed some serious stress relief, baby."

You can't see him where you're situated, and you can't speak with your mouth occupied--but you wish you could watch Akira as he works, his cock absolutely ruining you with hefty thrusts that he's putting his whole weight behind. And each one shoves you back so Itto's cock sinks deeper down your throat, the soft bumps that line it in perfect array rubbing against your delicate flesh almost to the point of making you gag. In a way, you're lucky that Genta and Mamoru went for you first, having accosted you as soon as you entered the teahouse and tearing your clothes off to devour you like starving animals. 

To be honest, you're almost surprised that they're still in commission. Genta's eyes had blazed beneath the hair falling in his face as he pried your legs apart when your back had hit the tatami, his fingers wet with spit as he pulled both of them out of his mouth and stuck the tips inside you, easing them in as best he could until you were squirming and whining as he prepped you with them, fucking you knuckle deep while Mamoru tugged on his trousers that were already too tight to press his cockhead against your pursed lips. By the time Itto and Akira had arrived and put Ushi on guard duty at the front door, Genta had already fucked you to orgasm once and Mamoru had coaxed you into drinking his cum, your throat and pussy loose and slick enough to take their much bigger, much heftier counterparts. 

Yet despite cumming deep into your belly from both ends, Mamoru's now shaking on his knees as you jerk him off, his cum already splattered all over your chest and his cock stiff and solid for the third time. And though Genta tried to weasel his way into putting it in your ass, Itto swatted him away for fear that "Our new friend might break, so let's start slow!" and now he's occupied himself with fucking your free hand, grabbing your wrist to move it to squeeze his balls or rake your nails across his hips as you've learned he likes very much.

What the hell is slow about this, you want to ask? Akira's so deep in your guts you haven't been able to keep your orgasms at bay, his cock stretching you so tight it keeps pressing against those soft spots and making it near impossible not to lose control of your bladder. And Itto's dick is like a weapon by itself, twitching like crazy inside your mouth all the way down to the bulge at the base that you can't even imagine trying to take. Maybe that's one of the reasons why he let Akira and Genta have a dive in your cunt first, for fear that his Oni nature might cause him to knot and breed you before you could really take it. The only view you've got is of his balls anyways, sweat and cum dripping down the dip between them as he squeezes his own cock with his hands around your neck, keeping himself still with nothing but pure willpower so he doesn't tear your esophagus wide open. If it wouldn't kill you, you'd probably want him to--you're Itto's biggest fan, but more importantly you-

"Like being a slut, huh?" 

Akira's voice comes out low and deep, his eyes drawing towards your soft tits only for a moment before they drop to your pussy again as he watches you take every deep thrust. He's a voyeur, you can tell--it's pretty easy to tell when he couldn't take his eyes off you as Genta flipped you over and fucked you doggystyle when they first arrived. And he keeps cursing under his breath when he hits that deep, soft wall of your womb, his cockhead twitching as he waits for you to jerk and moan around Itto's cock before he continues. 

"Mamoru, don't cum yet." 

The boss orders, and his loyal underling halts his erratic bucking into your hand completely, despite the tip feeling so flushed and hot and leaking so much precum you know he must have been so close. 

"You're gonna creampie this little cutie once Akira's done. Give her a good taste, mkay?" 

"Mhm."

His voice comes out as nothing but a whine, and despite having some twisted curiosity as to what would happen if you continued to rub him to his end, part of you fears Itto's instincts in a delicious way if you disobey him. So you take your hand off him completely and tense up as Akira groans, his hips slamming downwards and forcing yours to the tatami as he threatens you with his orgasm, his huge hands grabbing your tits for steadiness as he spills into you with a roar that shakes your whole body and forces your eyes to roll back in your head. It's so much to take, and he floods you with so much cum you barely register when he slides himself out, and only when he and Mamoru shift their places and the smaller gang member sighs with pleasure as he sinks inside your cum-soaked cunt do you snap back to reality. He moans something about you feeling so warm, about how beautiful you look taking his cock, and within moments Mamoru has your hips pinned to his as he lets his tongue hang out his mouth, his senses overwhelmed by your sweet pussy that results with him filling you to overflowing with seed once more. 

"I'm gonna paint you white," 

Itto growls, his sack pulsing and tightening up against him as he slowly rocks his hips, using your throat as nothing but a cocksleeve for him to get off with. That's the way you like it, you're starting to realize--it doesn't matter which of the Arataki gang members are touching you, fucking you, marking you or whatever the hell they feel like doing, as long as they're using you to get themselves off you couldn't be happier. And Itto certainly sounds happy, his groan rattling the teapots on every table of the teahouse as he slides himself out just until the tip is resting against your soft tongue, and releases so suddenly the others have to pin you down so you don't waste a drop of the bubbling-hot cum that their boss blows down your throat. And with a frustrated grunt, Genta does the best job of it by throwing his leg over you and hovering over your body on his knees, each hand on one of your tits to shove them together and cushion his cock as he strains to reach his final orgasm too. 

Honestly, once your stomach starts filling up with Oni cum you pretty much lose consciousness for at least a minute or two. But when you wake again Itto's finally pulling himself out of the mesmerizing heat of your mouth, his cum spilling out of your mouth and down your face as your throat relaxes too much to swallow any more. A similar kind of warmth splatters all over your neck too, as Genta finishes giving himself a titjob with your chest and sits back on his knees to catch his breath, cock leaking freely against your chest so it starts pooling in the valley between your breasts. 

Every one of the Arataki gang boys seem spent, each of them tiredly getting up from their spots and passing a towel around to wipe off, the shuffling of clothes and clicking of belts being fastened reminding you that your time is up. Once they leave you'll be on your own, though you doubt you can get out of Komore Teahouse on your own in the state you're in. But what choice do you have?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whaddya think you're doing?"

It seems the moment you try to sit up though, so shaky your bones feel like mint jelly, Itto rushes to your side with pants only half over his strong hips and reaches around you to lay a hand on your shoulder, nails pressing gently into you as he holds you steady like you might break if he lets go. 

"Have to...get dressed…a-and get home.."

Your voice comes out so soft he wouldn't have heard you had his face not been right next to yours, his breath hot against your cheek and lips ever hotter when he presses a kiss to your jaw and shakes his head. 

"No way, you're not walking by yourself!"

"But I-"

He raises a finger to your mouth, pressing it lightly against your lips so his claw-like nail gently pokes your nose. And when he's satisfied you won't talk back again, he grabs your nose between his knuckles and laughs as he squeezes it lightly, not in a mocking way but more like an older brother teasing their sibling when he's sure he knows best. 

"Butts are for sitting, little lady. So get comfy, and we'll take care of you. You're one of us now, y'know!"

As he speaks, Mamoru appears between your legs again, but this time armed with a fresh towel to carefully wipe you off with. It's honestly cute how he can barely meet your eyes as he does so, Genta soon joining him to help lift your legs and make sure you're as clean as you can get considering how many times you've been cummed on or in in the span of less than a few hours. And once he wipes your stomach down is when you finally notice the bright red peeking out from beneath the pool of semen you've been covered with, the design just below your belly so familiar that you know what it is with just a glance. 

"You like it? I did it myself. I'll paint you up some more when we get back to base, make you look just like me!" 

Itto laughs in your ear, his fingers trailing down your neck and your chest to trace the design rather possessively, the symbol of the Arataki gang glowing against your skin. And in your lap Akira reaches over to set down a bundle of clothes, the colours matching that of the outfits all four men are wearing now. Speaking of which, the three of them hurry to clothe you when it becomes obvious that you can't do it yourself, the sounds of Ushi mooing and jumping about at the front entrance causing a bit of panic as you realize how much trouble you'll get in if Tohma finds you messing around in the teahouse. Akira and Itto yank your tunic over your head and get your arms through the holes, while Genta and Mamoru hike the pants up your weak legs and hurry to tie them tight enough not to fall down, and with your body swept up into their leader's buff arms you're whisked away through an open window down the hall to disappear down the sloping cliff that leads out of Inazuma City.