#obamitsu x reader

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui & wives, poly obamitsu, tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, big spoon coded reader cus i said so, wholesome fluff, cuddling n snuggling, polyamory (tengen & obamitsu's parts), kamaboko trio aged up as per usual.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— A teddy bear in the shape of a man and enthusiastic to be used as one! As a Hashira, Kyojuro is often kept away for days and weeks at a time, so he makes the most of every moment you spend together.

— Kyojuro's not happy unless he's got his arms full of his favorite person, so you can expect him to seek you out the moment he arrives home.

— If you’re a civilian and he finds you in the kitchen, he’ll drape himself over you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and lavishing it with smiling kisses, rugged hands settling on your hips.

— Kyojuro wants to be cuddled to sleep and truly can’t bear to be parted from you, no matter how swelteringly hot it gets in the summer months. And if he has obligations, he tries to wake up a little early so he can have a few minutes of cuddle time with you before he’s whisked away. You don’t even have to be awake for it, he just wants to hold you for a little while <3

— He started out as a big spoon but converted into a little spoon when he discovered what it felt like to be properly held. He’s no more content than he is when he’s got his back pressed to your chest and you’ve curled yourself around his broad frame. 

— He likes it best when you rub his belly when his eyes are too big for his stomach, always easing a bit of the discomfort <3

— Kyojuro is comfy to lay on, with two perfect pillows for you to rest your head on (his pecs <3). His muscles are quite soft when relaxed, and the way his heart stutters when your cheek rests on it is so cute.

— Kyojuro feels safe in your presence so he’s very prone to falling asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap. With his workload and inconsistent sleep schedule, he’s often a cuddle session away from nodding off. Particularly so when you start playing with his flaxen hair, it’s like his off-switch 🤭

— He’s a bit of an oversized lapdog and’ll climb into your lap every chance he gets. As far as he’s concerned, that’s his seat. It looks funny to outsiders if he’s bigger than you, but he hardly cares, all too eager to get all comfy in your lap and tell you about his day.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 & 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Big, tough man too cool to cuddle? No sir. Tengen is a touchy lover and raises a brow when you try to sit anywhere other than his lap, like why aren't you in your assigned seat? 🤨

— Pulls you flush against his side every chance he gets, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. You often get a companion wet kiss to the cheek to boot just to see you scrunch your face up and wipe his spit off your cheek >:(

— His wives are just like him– Suma especially who practically hangs off of you with those big doe eyes, clinging onto your arm during outings as a group. Between Tengen and Suma, your hands will never be lonely and you'll certainly never be cold. Those two are space heaters and can't keep their hands off their partners to save their lives.

— Makio is easily flustered by affection but ultimately craves it, even if getting her to admit it is like pulling teeth. A hopeless romantic at heart <3 She’s a big spoon and overheats easily, so she prefers to linger on the edges of the cuddle piles. She’ll smack your thigh if you move around too much with an annoyed grumble. She can be such a meanie sometimes 😔

— Hinatsuru doesn’t mind holding or being held, she just wants to be close to you. Though generally more soft-spoken than Makio, Tengen, and Suma, her affectionate touch translates her love for her partners so clearly. Often rubs soothing circles over your back, rests a comforting hand on your arm, and pets your hair while you cuddle.

— Tengen likes to talk when you cuddle, prattling on about his or your day while rubbing your side or back mindlessly. Most times, he talks you to sleep or vice versa, considering what a busy guy he is before retirement. Sometimes you’ll get caught up in deep conversations about your past lives, silly theories, or ping-pong flirtatious banter until you can barely keep your eyes open.

— Tengen likes it most when you and the wives crawl right on top of him, all to eager to be living furniture for his beautiful spouses while you all gossip and giggle to each other.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 & 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

— Dare I say the clingiest partners ever?

— Obanai hesitates where as Mitsuri openly throws herself into your arms at every opportunity. Just be patient and take things slow and he'll follow Mitsuri's example. It’s a subtle shift, maybe he leans his head on your shoulder to test the waters, unable to meet your eyes. He melts if you wrap an arm around his shoulders and rub his arm, eyelids drooping as he relaxes further against you.

— Mitsuri is a cuddle bug in every sense of the word, like a tiny, purring kitty rubbing its body against your legs when you come near. You swear she chirps like one too, especially when her affections are met with a head pat or tender kiss.

— Obanai won’t say it, but he likes it when he’s in the middle, tucked safely between his two favorite people. The three of you spend many long hours this way, just relaxing in each other's embrace before your obligations call you away from the cuddle puddle– with no shortage of complaints from your lovers (Obanai’s longing wistful look as you go is just as painful as Mitsuri’s whines)

— Their clinginess only worsens as your relationship progresses, I’m afraid 💀 Obanai has a death grip comparable to a boa constrictor, especially when he’s in a deep sleep.

— I have a vivid image in my mind of Mitsuri having to use her insane strength to pry his arms off of you and scooch herself in your place so you can pee in the middle of the night, barely able to stifle her giggles. (Obanai is very much this meme)

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Touch starved but doesn’t know it, and is also unintentionally touchy. Until he isn’t. Until his touches seem all too intentional, never without meaning.

— Cuddling with you is one of his favorite activities and he’ll even schedule official cuddle time if you let him, so you never go without the comfort of one another’s arms for long. He’ll even decline plans if it’s the wrong time of day…

“Sorry, I’d love to, but it’s almost four and I always cuddle with my partner around that time.”

— And no it’s not negotiable. What if he was late, or missed it and hurt your feelings? No no, he’s far too considerate for that.

— Besides, he misses cuddle time the most when he’s out in the field, miles away from your warm embrace. You can tell he’s missing you in the letters he sends home, commenting about how it “ sure is cold out here,” though the longer he goes without the less subtle he is, rephrasing how he misses you in every paragraph. Can you really blame him? He truly adores you so it’s hard to be away from you :((

— Prefers to be the little spoon but ultimately will be happy no matter how you’re cuddling. (I expand on little spoon Tanjiro in this post <3)

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Instinctually touchy and yet so unused to cuddling. Inosuke doesn’t know much about positive affectionate touch so he tends to squirm out of hugs and gets a little anxious when you hold him still too long, much like a dog would. He asks you what you’re doing, voice a little softer than normal, cheeks a little pink beneath his mask.

“Cuddling you?” you reply, equally confused by his reaction as he is to your affection.  “Well stop it. It feels weird,” he huffs, and you comply, albeit a bit disheartened. You can’t help but be curious about his rejection, so you push past the sudden awkwardness of the moment to inquire about it. “Feels weird how?” “I don’t know! It just does!” he snaps defensively, a little frustrated, an emotion you can’t help but mirror. But then you relax, reminding yourself to be understanding. It must show on your face though, because he follows you around until he’s sure you aren’t mad at him. Your understanding nature is something he’s still getting used to as well.

— Take it slow with him if you can help it, form positive associations with touch, and then try again another time and he’ll be more receptive <3 REALLY receptive after a while, like before you know it you’ve got a stage 10 clinger on your hands 😭 

— Especially if you start sleeping together, cus he likes to cover you with his whole body as his way of protecting you while you’re in a vulnerable state.

— However, he will get bitchy if he catches you taking naps without him there to cuddle up to you. Like just say you don’t love him 😔 You’ll wonder why he’s giving you dirty looks and the cold shoulder all day, yeah it’s cus you didn’t immediately come find him to nap. Traitor.

— He associates cuddling with sleep so he’s prone to nodding off, and if you guide his head to rest on your chest and massage his scalp? He’s dead to the world, snoring and everything.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— You cannot pry this man off of you and I mean it. He was clinging to you before you were even an item, often to your leg, your kimono, your hand, wherever he can reach. If you reciprocate once, he’ll keep coming back for more of it. So touch starved it’s pitiable, and he’s smart enough to know that looking pathetic earns him sympathy.

— That said, he’s taken aback if you initiate cuddling, almost unable to fathom being desired. It’s only then that he gets a little shy, chuckling nervously as you take him into your arms. Doesn’t know what to do with himself.

— Zenitsu isn’t picky about how you cuddle, just that you’re touching in every way possible. Tangles his legs with yours, wriggles as close as humanly possible, and holds your clothing in an iron grip.

— Oftentimes he looks so blissed out when he’s wrapped up in your embrace, eyes half-lidded or drooping with sudden sleepiness. You’re just so comfortable, and comforting, and beautiful and aaaa before he knows it he’s muttering all these things to you.

You awaken slowly to a considerable weight on your chest, squinting with your eyes closed you feel around blindly and find the familiar shape of your husband sprawled out on top of you. You sigh, recognizing his snores and a smile tugs at your lips despite it being tough to breathe. Your palm rests on his back, bunching in the thick fabric of his hoari. Your eyes finally crack open, the morning light illuminating your fully-dressed partner. Must’ve been a long night, you mused to yourself, able to picture a half-asleep Zenitsu stumbling into bed so clearly in your mind. Though even his unconscious alter-ego tended to seek you out. You turn, shifting Zenitsu onto his side. He stirs, but only slightly, immediately tucking his head under your chin with a grunt. “Don’t go,” he murmurs in his sleep, most likely to a dream version of you and a fondness warms your chest. “Stay.”

[forest-hashira]

A Soft Place to Land

more demon slayer fics? from tumblr user forest-hashira? mindblowing, i know. all jokes aside, i really do miss writing for demon slayer characters! the inspiration just doesn't hit for them as often as it does with jjk characters. this time, though, the serpent & love hashiras are back in the spotlight! hope you guys enjoy this fluffy second entry for my "love in the air" omegaverse event 💜

event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: 836 | cw: gender neutral reader, established relationship, polyamory, omegaverse (beta!iggy, omega!mitsuri, beta!reader), nesting, mostly just a soft reprieve from being demon slayers

You were looking forward to seeing your partners again. The mission you’d been sent on had gone well, but you’d gotten diverted twice on your journey back to headquarters, delaying you by several days. It was your job – what you’d trained for for years before participating in final selection, and you’d spent the intervening years honing your skills – and you were more than willing to do your duty, slaying demons and saving civilians, but sometimes you wished you could just put it all on pause and spend more time at home with the people you loved, without having to worry about protecting someone else’s loved ones. 

When you finally reached demon slayer headquarters, you practically sprinted to the love hashira’s estate; you’d sent your crow ahead with a letter informing your pink haired partner that you were finally returning home, and she’d sent one back letting you know that she and Obanai were waiting for you at her estate; knowing that both of your lovers were already together and awaiting your arrival gave you a final burst of energy, helping you to rush to join them.

Rather ungracefully, you threw open the door to Mitsuri’s estate. You fumbled through taking off your shoes and dropping your weapon unceremoniously to the floor, before hurrying further into the house, barely remembering to close the door again behind yourself. 

The sound of Mitsuri calling your name had your heart fluttering, and you couldn’t help but answer immediately.

“I’m home, ichigo!” you called out, using the nickname you knew she loved, inspired both by her hair and the sweet strawberry scent leading you back towards her bedroom; even with your dulled beta senses, her scent was detectable, and for that you would always be thankful. 

“Come join us!” she enthused, “And hurry, we’ve missed you!”

You picked up your pace a bit, closing the distance to the bedroom in just a few short moments, and you felt your heart melt at the sight that greeted you. In the center of the room lay Mitsuri’s futon, nest fully built up and perfectly arranged, and at the center of the nest, Mitsuri and Obanai were curled up together – Mitsuri on her back, Obanai with his head on her shoulder and his arm around her waist. In the safety and privacy of the love hashira’s home, the serpent hashira had opted to remove the bandages he wore around his mouth, though the lower half of his face was still mostly hidden, with the way he’d tucked himself into your omega lover.

“My love!” Mitsuri called as you entered the room, a chirp curling around the edges of the pet name; the sound was nearly as sweet as he scent, and you had the fleeting urge to nibble on her dimpled cheek the tiniest bit. “You’re finally back!”

“You’re still too far away, though,” Obanai drawled, affection tinting his usually uninterested tone. “Come lay with us.”

“Gladly,” you agreed, smiling as you crossed the room, lowering yourself into the nest with ease. A sigh of relief escaped you as you settled down into the soft pillows and plush blankets. You took a moment to steal a quick kiss from each of your lovers before fully settling down, mirroring your fellow beta’s position and resting your head on Mitsuri’s shoulder and draping an arm over her waist.

“It feels so nice to be back,” you murmured. “I’ve missed this a lot…”

“Just the nest?” Obanai teased. 

“Mmm, no, not just the nest,” you replied. “All of it. It’s not the same when we’re not all together like this.” 

It was impossible to miss the way his face flushed red at your affectionate words, and you smiled, shifting your hand a bit until you could brush your fingers lightly across the arm he had resting over the omega’s waist. Though your intention hadn’t been to fluster him, you weren’t all that surprised that that was the outcome; he could still be a bit skittish about openly speaking his feelings, and often got overwhelmed when on the receiving end of such attention.

Beneath your cheek, you felt Mitsuri begin to purr before you heard the sound, soft and cheerful, and she nuzzled into your hair for a moment before speaking.

“You’re right,” she sighed quietly. “It’s not the same. But I have you both with me now, and I don’t plan to waste a single second I have with you thinking about the times we’re apart. You shouldn’t either.”

“Yes ma’am,” you chuckled, though it quickly turned into a yawn; you were still quite drained from so many missions back to back, and you were eager to catch up on your rest, curled up in your favorite place with your favorite people.

“Sleep,” you heard Obanai murmur, his hand lightly brushing your hair from your eyes. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

All you could manage was a soft hum in response, your eyelids already fluttering closed as you melted into the embrace of your lovers.

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[silvermarley]

omg can you do obanai x Mitsuri x reader nsfw hcs pretty please :3

YESS (these bbys don’t get enough love 🙏🏻)

Poly!Obamitsu x Reader

Warnings: f!reader, smut, switch!Mitsuri and reader, dom!obanai

-So first and foremost

-Mitsuri fell first and Obanai eventually fell for you too

-He’s much more soft with Mitsuri than he is with you though

-Like he takes his time with her

-Meanwhile with you, he’s more impatient

-He can take out his built up anger on you and fuck you until your utterly overstimulated

-Their fav position to be in is one where Mitsuri is sitting on your face and Obanai is rearranging your guts

-Mitsuri loves to praise you and Oba loves to degrade you (with a little bit of praise)

-All of you have marks the next day

-It’s a perfect trio <3

-Oh and when Mitsuri bottoms, she is a huge pillow princess

-She also loves to hold your hand or caress your face when your getting railed

-Obanai and Mitsuri are literally sweet and sour with you 😭

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[vampyan]

yan!obamitsu would be a dangerously delicious couple to be obsessed with you 😳

so very true 😩

one is all over you all the time, always hanging off your arm, pleading for every ounce of your attention 24/7- whilst the other lurks closley behind, always watching. despite obanai’s aloofness and mitsuri’s sunny disposition, they’re both very possessive of their time with you, only truly able to bear sharing you with each other.

mitsuri's sweet as pie, but even she prickles when it seems like someone is trying to compete for your affection. maybe her handshakes are a little too firm as she waltzes up and introduces herself to this perceived threat to her relationship. and maybe she accidentally breaks a few bones in their hands, only to performatively fuss over it and apologize to save face in front of you.

the message is received and whenever you see that person, they are quick to scurry off, leaving you to wonder if you've done something wrong.

obanai is a little less confrontational, but no less threatening as his two-toned glare tears into potential suitors over your shoulder. if looks could kill, anyone that got too close wouldn't stand a chance. while mitsuri is more outspoken about her clinginess, obanai is the worst actually. you can't go anywhere without him trailing behind, keeping your hand in an iron grip or holding onto a piece of your clothing.

he's more likely to snap at people who can't catch a hint, however.

[mitsurikanrcji]

this is kaiya’s circle that i made earlier. i am still writing the next chapter and it will be out tomorrow afternoon 💕 shinobu is basically kaiya’s best friend but she respects her so much! im also learning how to draw on procreate so i can bring my girls to life!

[everlastingleuthymia]

I imagine her hair like this

[miiiturix]

MIIITSURIII <333

[dreaisgrayte]

The Best Friend Bet | Mitsuri Kanroji x Obanai Iguro x fem!reader

warning: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, poly, threesome, oral (YN to Mitsuri), oral (YN to Obanai), raw sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, I wish I was YN...

word count: 3.1k

a/n: you ever just sit in your bed using a squishmellow as a table and go from there?

The train ride in your home city of Tokyo was more appealing than you initially thought. The cramped car was nothing more than a homey familiar feeling – at least that’s what you told yourself. By the time you’re in front of the apartment door, it’s past sunset. You raise your hand to text the owner quickly, you weren’t crazy enough to knock on the door. 

Eventually, Mitsuri Kanroji, a longtime friend, opens up with a huge smile on her face. “YN! I’m so glad you made it!” Her bubbly excitement immediately lights up your mood. “Come in, come in.” She ushers you into the living room, kicking the door shut with her foot. Her apartment is eerily similar to when you last visited, except now there’s a ravenette sitting on her couch, glaring into your soul. 

Your eyes widen and an uncomfortable feeling swirls around in your stomach as you glance at Mitsuri. “Uh-uhm…hello,” you trail off, becoming bashful under the intense stare of the male. He clears his throat, standing from his position to wander over to where you stood. 

His eyes draw you in as he circles you. One, is like the deep ocean, swimming with a tycoon of emotion. The other is golden like a doubloon, glinting in the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. “She’s prettier than you mentioned,” He turns to Mitsuri, her smile turning into a mischievous grin. 

The comment strikes you with the straightforwardness of it. “I told you her beauty is hard to describe.” She bumps shoulders with you, though you’re still shell-shocked from whatever is happening. Therefore, a nervous laugh bubbles out of your throat, silencing both of them. The male has an amused smirk lining his lips – you want to wipe it off his smug face. “YN, this is Obanai, the guy I was telling you about. My boyfriend.” They clasp hands, smiling at each other. You’d assumed he was the infamous Obanai Iguro when you first saw him, but his comment had thrown you off. 

Mitsuri clears her throat and gives her boyfriend a secretive look that you almost don’t catch. An unsaid message passes between them and for once you’re stunned into silence. A part of you wants to ask, but another part of you is afraid of what you’d figure out by doing so. “Pleasure to meet you YN.” Obanai is quick to extend a hand toward you. His hand is warm as he shakes yours in greeting. 

It almost seems like he holds the shake for a little longer than proper when Mitsuri jumps you, wrapping her arms around your neck. “We have so many fun things planned for your visit!” She squeezes you tight and while you’re returning the embrace you catch a glimpse of Obanai slowly looking you up and down. Your blood freezes and your throat stalls. His brows raise when your eyes meet, sending a shudder down your spine.

What was happening?

You didn’t want to be mistaken, but should you tell Mitsuri about this? I mean the things he’s doing are downright suspicious. Your brows furrow and you move Mitsuri in front of your view of Obanai. She’s a ball of giddy smiles. “What’s the plan for tonight?” You ask, wanting to draw attention away from the present situation. Mitsuri glances over her shoulder as if to confirm the plans silently with Obanai. Were significant others just supposed to know what the other is thinking? It made you feel like the odd one out. 

Despite the growing ache of jealousy in your stomach, Mitsuri grabbing onto your hand makes you flourish. “Well, Obanai and I were thinking of taking our best girl out for a night on the town,” she starts and for the first time – or the first time you’ve noticed – her eyes grow dark with an expression that both confuses you and makes your stomach churn hot with desire. That’s new. “We were going to chill out before getting ready, but since you arrived so late we should be doing that right now.” She pulls you toward the hallway during the latter half of her sentence. You’re deposited into what you can only assume is their bedroom. Mitsuri’s green eyes light up as she starts digging through her closet. “Mmm, nope. Not this either.” She tosses articles of clothing behind her like one of those movie montages. “Ehh, no. Ouu…wait,” She pops in front of you with a short red dress held up to your body. “Perfect.” She waits expectantly for you to grab the hanger and when you do she whips around to find something for herself. “Go put that on.” She instructs, nodding toward the hallway bathroom. Crossing the hall you step into the cool green and black tile bathroom. 

Where exactly were they taking you that you’d need this kind of dress? You hold up the dress to your body in front of the mirror, glancing at the knit fabric and cold shoulder neckline. Once you slip into the dress you realize how stunning you look. The fabric clings to your curves, the shade of red compliments your skin tone wonderfully, and there’s a slit that rides up your thigh. You walk out of the bathroom with a newfound confidence pulling a grin onto your lips. “Hmm, lookin’ good.” Obanai rakes his gaze up your body from his position against the wall. You begin to shy away from his intense appreciative stare, but something inside of you cocks your head to the side with a side-swept smirk. 

“Like what you see?” You dare to ask, but relish when he rolls his lips under his teeth. A playful hum echoes out of his throat as he chuckles lightly. 

You’re not sure why you said what you did, but there was this weird compelling notion that you should bite back to see what Obanai would do. What you don’t expect is for him to stride over to where you stand. His large hand splays over your outer thigh, which the dress barely covers. A stuttered gasp gets caught in your throat as he leans into your neck, drawing his nose up the curve of your ear. “And if I do?” You meet his gaze, heart hammering against your ribcage. Stammering incomplete words fall from your mouth until Mitsuri bursts through the bedroom door. She’s in a silky and strappy emerald green dress. You yelp, shoving Obanai away from you, but it’s too late, she’s already seen you two pushed against the wall. 

Her face immediately falls but instead of yelling at you – which you much rather would’ve preferred – she turns to Obanai with a dull glare. “You play dirty,” She complains with a grunt. He shrugs, stepping back from you with a growing grin. “I thought we weren’t going to start until after we took her out.” A frustrated frown creases her forehead as she turns to you, an oblivious expression plastered on your face. 

Start what? “What’s…going on?” You question, glancing at both of them. You were frazzled by the whole situation. 

Obanai nods to his other half. “Mitsuri was so excited about you coming over that I asked her if she ever regretted not trying something with you. When she said yes, we made a bet. Whichever one of us could convince you to join us would get the first taste.” He explains, dragging Mitsuri closer to his side. Join…first…huh?

It must be obvious your confusion because Mitsuri angrily stomps over to you, grabbing your cheeks. “Sex YN, we want to have sex with you.” As the words fall from her lips a connection must be made because a slick feeling slides down your stomach. Oh. You glance at Obanai and he nods calmly. “He’s only doing this because I made him, but I can’t lie that seeing you ride his cock turns me on,” Mitsuri confesses as you maintain eye contact with her boyfriend. At the mention of riding Obanai your eyes fall to his lower abdomen, a heated bubble forming in your chest. “So? Are you up for it?” You don’t respond – well, in a way you do – instead, you pull Mitsuri in for a kiss. She’s taken aback momentarily but folds into your lips like this kiss was meant to happen. You keep staring at Obanai as you press into his girlfriend. He quirks a brow, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he were kissing you both. 

Mitsuri pops off your kiss panting with flushed cheeks. You turn her around to face Obanai, sliding your hands over the space on her chest. His eyes track your movements with bated breath. “You like what you see?” You press your mouth to Mitsuri’s neck, causing her to let out a breathless whimper. He meets your gaze, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

He closes the distance between you, biting down on Mitsuri’s neck. She shudders in the middle of you both. He grazes his teeth down to her collarbone, glancing to meet your eyes. “Mmm, I think it’s only right if we give Mitsuri what she wants.” He purrs and it takes you a beat to realize what he means. The lady in question slithers out, grasping both of your hands. 

She leads you both into the bedroom, sitting herself on the bed. Obanai lays a hand on her thigh and she looks at you patiently. You grab her inner thigh, working to spread her legs apart with her boyfriend. “Want me to show you how to eat pussy?” You quip, sliding to your knees to gaze upon Mitsuri’s center.

Obanai laughs while peeling Mitsuri’s thong down her calves. “You should be grateful I’m even letting you go first.” He shoots back, positioning himself behind Misturi so she can lean in his arms while you work your tongue against her clit. You smirk, appreciating the view. Obanai has slipped Mitsuri’s dress down her chest, revealing her perfect tits. His fingers play with her nipples, enticing light moans from her as she leans into his chest. He brings her lips to his, enjoying a passionate kiss while you stare on. He breaks free, holding the junction of her neck. “Well? Come on then.” He smirks.

His words encourage you to make Mitsuri cum so hard all her attention is focused on you. Her pussy is pretty and pink, trimmed but not all the way – not that you’d mind a bit of hair in your mouth. You start by trailing kisses down the length of her thigh, captivated by how dense her plush skin is. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about being crushed between these thighs every once and a while. On your way back you make quick work with your tongue, using the flat side to lick up her seam. She pants out a moan, eyes widening as Obanai watches with a little too much enthusiasm. 

She tastes sweet, almost like she’d been preparing for this moment. “Mmm, like honey.” You groan into her sex, spitting a long strand of saliva onto her already soaked cunt. Obanai had never been one into sitting back to watch, but the way you gobble up his girlfriend’s pussy is downright hypnotizing. She’s a writhing mess under your ministrations, balling up her fists in your hair and squeezing your head between her thighs. You made Mitsuri beg for release, edging her over and over again. It was mesmerizing how much pleasure you seemingly gain from lapping up her arousal. It made him want to figure out what made you scream – better yet how you’d look if he overstimulated your pussy relentlessly. 

Mitsuri is panting wildly as she cums for the second time, grabbing your face to furiously kiss you. It’s something different to observe your partner kissing someone so passionately but in this context, Obanai could feel himself harden each second that passes. “Fuck, you did such a good job.” Mitsuri kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle together. It was an innocent exchange amid the thick air of her previous climaxes. Then, those sparkling green eyes are blinking at him. They fall the obvious outline of his cock, begging to be released from pant prison. “YN, sweetheart, what’dya say to giving Obanai some attention?” She grins, an understanding look passing between her eyes. He finds himself nervous like the first time he’d ever laid with Mitsuri as your eyes dart to gather information. 

A sweet smile takes over your face, one that hides the glint of pride you felt. “If that’s okay with him,” You start, standing from your knelt position. He gulps and slowly nods. Mitsuri moves to the side, propping herself on an abundant amount of pillows. 

Obanai slides off the bed, joining you on the floor. There’s a beat of awkwardness that passes before he gently helps you remove your dress by sliding each of your arms out with tantalizing steadiness. You stand before him bare and feel a flush of shyness crawl up your neck. “I can see it in your eyes, you want me to treat you like the worthless whore you are,” Obanai scoffs, grabbing your chin forcefully. A tiny whimper tries to escape your lips, but Obanai yanks you into his body. “Good whores always have their mouths full, don’t they?” He coos, guiding you to your knees once again. “Now suck my cock like you mean it.” He demands, curling strands of your hair around his hand. He shoves your cheek against the warmth of his hard-on, smirking when you gently press your lips against the fabric of his jeans. “Mmm, that’s my good girl,” His body cools with the warm fuzzy feeling of ecstasy. 

In truth, Mitsuri had told Obanai all about your kinks, maximum degradation being one of them. Hearing the words come out of his mouth reminded him of the way he acted before dating Mitsuri. She was his light and you? You were just some mouth to feel good in. 

Meanwhile, you’d managed to free his aching cock. The pressure was going to kill him if you didn’t do something about it. “Open wide, bitch.” He hisses, yanking your hair back until a gasp makes your mouth fall open. Obanai lines his cock up against your lips, his knees nearly buckling at the sensation of how plump they were. Your eyes are locked on him, innocently blinking your lashes with tears streaming down your face like you were daring him to fuck you without a care. He chuckles, running his knuckles over your cheekbone. “You love being full aye? Like a bitch in heat, raising your ass like you’re begging for more.” He croons, shuddering as you swirl the flat of your tongue around his length. “Haa, you’re going to wet my cock so when I burrow it in that sweet pussy of yours it’ll slide right in, huh?” 

A garbled moan hums around his cock, earning a guttural groan from the male in front of you. He pants, nostrils flaring as he yanks you off with a loud popping noise. “On the fuckin’ bed,” He growls, hastily helping you to your feet so that he can toss you toward the mattress. You stumble against it, falling onto your back. Mitsuri brushes your hair away from your face, placing herself in a similar position as Obanai did initially. 

You’re watching him slip out of his shirt, tossing it with abandon as he closes the gap between you. He leans down to peck Mitsuri on the lips then glances at you. “Open your mouth,” He orders and you do as you’re told. He spits into it with a devious glint in his heterochromic eyes. “So obedient.” He purrs before taking in your gleaming cunt. Your legs are spread so beautifully for him and he revels in the way you wiggle down the bed in complaint. 

His cock brushes against your clit, making you hiss out in pleasure. Mitsuri massages your head, using her nails to scratch your scalp. You’re paying so much attention to the way she’s making you feel that your next breath is sucked away as Obanai plunges his cock into your warmth. “Hmm, don’t make me jealous. I don’t do well with jealousy.” He lifts your legs over his shoulders, kissing your ankle before snapping his hips against yours. 

You yelp, feeling breathless from how Obanai stretches you out. “Come on, you talk a big game and suddenly you’re quiet? Let me hear you moan like a true slut.” He slides out before pounding into you with fervent thrusts. Quivering moans string together a melody of heavenly bliss. 

Obanai finds a spot that makes you wail with pleasure and hits it with no regard. By the time you’re done moaning, he’s croaking another one out of you. At this point, the noises you’re making are pitiful imitations of moaning. “Hngh, yes yes right there. S’good, fuckin’ me s’good. M’gonna cu-cum,” You hiccup across your words, clenching the sheets underneath you as the spring unloads in your core. 

You flutter and clench around his cock, cumming hard. A smirk lines his lips as he continues to pump into you. Your voice is so hoarse that only strangled mewls manage to come out as he hits the same spot over and over again. You’re a shuddering sobbing mess by the time you cum the next time, but he doesn’t stop fucking into you until his seed mixes with your slick, spilling out over the sheets. Your skin feels like it’s lying on a bed of nails as you try to catch your breath. “You were perfect,” Mitsuri kisses your temple, rubbing your neck gently. You feel like you’re going to faint so you don’t notice Obanai slip out of you to grab a warm towel and a bottle of water. 

He hands the water to Mitsuri and uses the towel to wipe the sweat and cum away from your cunt. Your body aches, but in a perfectly wonderful way. Mitsuri presses the bottle to your lips, helping you gulp down the water. It’s fresh and cool as it slides down your scratchy throat. 

Obanai smiles to himself as he cleans you up. You took him so well, it was honestly surprising how good your pussy felt considering Obanai never saw himself with anyone other than Mitsuri. Yet, something blooms in his chest, a feeling he can tell is affecting his girlfriend too as she studies you dribble water from the corner of your mouth. 

This is why Obanai was never really a betting man, unseen factors always fucked with the odds. 

[echantedtoon]

A Lovers' Circle(Poly Haishira x Reader) Masterlist

INFO: Everyone in this story is in their early twenties except for Gyomei who's mid twenties. There will be NO Muichiro x Reader. There is also NO Kanae x Shinobu either! They're sisters you weirdos.

SUMMERY: Kimetsu University where the finest students graduate and go on to lead successful careers. Some find success. Some find riches. Others find lifelong friends. A circle of lovers just happens to find a sweet little lady that makes their hearts beat.

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Haishira Polycule Au Rambles

Haishira Polycule Au Rambles P2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Sneak Peak

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 Sneak Peak

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 Sneak Peak

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28(End)

[chiharuhashibira]

What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?

But make it Professor X Student👀

Hey guys~ Like what I said on the last chapter, here is the second and final part!

Again, thank you for answering the poll we had before!

Anyways, let’s start!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Age Gap/Suggestive/Curse Words/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Risky Sex/Mentions of Death/Angst/Tragedy

Minors DNI.

🌸𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊 𝑰𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐🌸

(Images are not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“What should I say then? ‘Hi, I’m Obanai, the boy from the foster home who also didn’t manage to save your sister from the fire. How are you?’”

His words offended you. But before you could leave the room, a cold hand wrapped around yours, pulling you back inside his lonely classroom. You turned to look at him, and there, the nonchalant facade that Obanai always had shattered.

Frustrations and regret masked his face as he held your hand tighter, not letting you go. And without wasting a second...

"Y/N, I didn't know how to tell you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought it was best to leave the past buried."

But you couldn't suppress all the reminiscence that came flashing in her head—the smell of burnt wood, the shouts of the children as they cried because their teachers were left inside, your sight blurred by your tears, and the agony the bad news had brought to you.

"You're here now, unscathed. So why didn't you save my sister?"

Your voice trembled with the weight of the accusation, and your eyes were brimming with unshed tears. You were lost for words as you felt your knees weaken. But then Obanai sighed for the nth time as he let go of you. Immediately, you felt the cold air wash away the remnants of what his hand had held earlier.

"I tried but I can't."

"No. I guess you didn't try at all."

Anger flickered in Obanai's eyes, and you clearly saw it. It was as if you've unlocked something dark in him. In that instant, you realised that you shouldn't have said that. You shouldn't blame him. But before you can take back what you've said, Obanai has already spoken up.

"Fine. Blame me. I won't say anything again because, I guess, you'll never listen to me."

"Sensei..."

"Go home. I've got lots of things to do. See you in class tomorrow."

The coldness of the breeze blanketed you as you watched how darkness seemingly swallowed Obanai's expression. You waited for a bit for him to say anything, but nothing came. So with tears running down your face, you ran outside his lonely classroom. Your heart heaved from the loss that felt like it might swallow you whole.

Days have passed since you've learned the truth. And yet, the air remained on your shoulder, bearing the unspoken tension between you and Obanai. Yes, you've cried for nights once again, as if Shinobu's death was just yesterday. The devastation was too hard to bear, but you know you can't back away from what you've started.

You know your sister won't be happy to see you like this forever. Despite the storm raging within you, you came back to your senses and faced Obanai in his classes as professionally as you could.

"So, Y/N-san, what's the answer?"

You blinked in surprise as the familiar voice called your name. You stood up from your seat and faced him with oozing confidence, which made Obanai's eyes widen.

"Yes, even at freezing temperatures, water can remain liquid."

It was the first time in a while that Obanai looked into your eyes. And there, you've no traces of that darkness that he had back on that afternoon. For a while, no one has responded, and both of you just looked into each other's eyes, seemingly longing to put closure on what happened. However, Obanai looked away and spoke up with a cold tone.

"Correct."

You sat back and watched as the professor explained. But of course, you couldn't help but feel so guilty about the things you told him. Looking at him now, you just want to apologise for letting your emotions get the best of you.

And perhaps you might need to do that before your guilt turns into unnecessary anger.

Now, you're face-to-face with Obanai in his empty classroom. Yes, the professor is well aware of your presence, but he refused to acknowledge it. Oh well, not until you stood in front of him and spoke up.

"Where's Kaburamaru? I haven't seen him."

Surprise almost ebbed out of Obanai. Little did you know, but the chemistry professor was dying to talk to you. He had been longing to fix things, as he was well aware of how jerky he acted back then.

You were lost and in despair with the sudden information that he had revealed. Of course, you would react that way. Especially when he had left so much of the information unsaid.

But of course, he is Obanai. He won't let that emotion show. So, he immediately composed himself and faced you without any expression.

"Why do you care? Classes are done. Why are you here? Stop pestering me."

His words made your eyebrows crease. He's colder than usual, and that makes you feel a bit vulnerable. He has all the right to be angry and avoid you after what you did. So you clenched your fist and swallowed your pride.

"Are we seriously going to ignore the elephant in the room?"

"As far as I know, we're done with this discussion—"

"I'm a bitch for blaming you. I didn't know what really happened back then. I just assumed things. I let myself be consumed by my overwhelming emotions. I know it's not an excuse for saying those words to you but sensei, I want to know what happened. And I'm so sorry."

"I'm busy, Y/N-san. Can't you see?"

You groaned, feeling that anytime soon you'd scream with frustration. Desperate to talk to him and knowing everything that happened in the past, you came up with an idea. You leaned in on his desk and spoke up in a low tone of voice.

"If you're so busy right now, meet me at 10 tonight. I'll wait for you in that same coffee shop, Obanai."

Before he can say anything again, you've turned your back and left. If what he said back there is true, if he really cares, then he'll come.

Clad in an off-shoulder blue top, a red skirt, and black rubber shoes, you found yourself fiddling with your hair as you waited unsurely for Obanai. You really can't blame him if he doesn't come at all, as, first and foremost, he is your chemistry professor. You're well aware that he shouldn't have these kinds of rendezvouses with his students.

Secondly, you've been a little shit for blaming him for the death of Shinobu and for making him feel guilty for surviving that tragedy. If you could just turn back time, you wouldn't have reacted that way.

Thirdly, it's possible that Obanai now despises you. You felt sick in the pit of your stomach at the notion of him hating you. Despite all the shit that has been happening, you can't hide the fact that you still like your professor.

His eyes—those rare heterochromatic eyes and his voice—can all send you to heaven, for all you care. Why hasn't it come to your mind that the boy before had those same beautiful eyes? So that's the reason why you have always found it so enigmatic.

But like before with science, you've messed things up again.

You felt hopeless as you looked at the time. It's past ten, almost eleven. And as if fate hated you, the owner sauntered towards you and told you that they'd be closing the shop.

Feeling embarrassed, you stood up and left, apologising for the bother.

And here you are now, standing in front of the closed coffee shop, as it started to thunder and drizzle. It's past eleven, almost twelve, and still, Obanai isn't here.

You felt your heart hurt in this situation. Tears started to fall on your cheek as you let all your frustrations get ahold of you. Of course, why would he show up?

Crouching down, rain started to pour, but you refused to leave, thinking that perhaps he'd come if you'd wait for a few more minutes.

But no, it's only two minutes before the clock strikes midnight, and yet, there's still no traces of Obanai Iguro.

Soaked in the rain, you covered your face as your sobs became louder. All you wanted to do was apologise and know what happened, and yet, it seems like it won't happen anymore.

"Y/N. Why are you here?"

Hearing that familiar voice, you felt your heart start to race. You looked up and there; those enigmatic heterochromatic eyes clashed with yours. Suddenly, you felt an arm wrapping around yours, pulling you under the protection of his umbrella.

Obanai groaned and took off his jacket, wrapping it over your shoulder.

"Why the fuck would you wait for me under the rain? You should've gone home, dimwit."

"I told you I'd wait."

"But why? Nothing will change Y/N."

"Because I want you to forgive me. Because I want to know what happened. Because I want you to... to be angry at me anymore."

"Whatever. I can't leave you like this. You're soaked to the bone. Ugh, fuck this, come with me."

Your eyes widened with his words. But you didn't complain or ask for more information. You let Obanai lead you to an apartment complex.

Yes, you didn't make any sound, even until he brought you inside his home.

"Sit there. I'll grab some towels and clothes."

Waiting for Obanai to come back from inside his bedroom felt like forever. So then, you looked around, observing his place. The apartment isn't big, but it isn't small either. It lacks colour, and yet the scent of lavender welcomed you. It's quite comforting, unlike your seemingly cold-hearted professor.

You let your eyes wander around as you shivered through your wet clothes. There are tonnes of books, and you assumed that all of those relate to chemistry. You started to wonder how many hours did he stay here to just read those. There's a lot so, what drove him to spend those time, just doing that?

And there on the corner was Kaburamaru, slithering inside his shelter.

But the thing that caught your attention was the picture on his study table. You stood up from your seat and sauntered towards it. You felt warm in your chest as the image registered in your senses.

There, you saw a glimpse of your sister's smiling face. Her beauty is immortalised in this image. And there beside her was a girl who wore braids. Memories of this girl braiding your hair like what you do to yourself came flashing in your head.

Mitsuri-san.

You looked at her little image beside Obanai, who had that small smile painted on his face. Yes, they look happy in this picture, and perhaps it was taken back when they were still volunteering for that foster home.

"What are you doing?"

Obanai's cold voice almost made you faint. You turned around, and there you saw him holding the towel and an oversized shirt.

"Nothing. I just saw a photo of the three of you."

"And who allowed you to go through my things?"

"Sorry, sensei. I was just curious."

"Whatever," Obanai said, then tossed you the towel and shirt. "Go get change. I already cleaned the bedroom so you can stay for the night. Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch. I'll walk you home tomorrow when the storm calms down."

So, he'll let me stay? You thought as you gave him a faint smile, which made him look away. "Thank you, sensei."

After that encounter, you headed to his bedroom and looked around once again. The scent of lavender smells stronger here, but in a good way. Perhaps Obanai wants to calm himself so badly with this scent. It works well, though. Your anxiousness seemed to fade away.

His room is full of books too. But what surprised you again is the other photo on his bedside table. It was still the three of them. But here, Mitsuri was hugging him... He was smiling.

A pang of pain hit your chest as you decided to saunter quickly in the shower. Yet, even if you wanted to ignore the thought so badly while showering and even dressing, you couldn't help but wonder if he and Mitsuri were a thing before.

Possibly... They're close.

And she's nice; she probably won't say the things you told him before. Yes, Mitsuri is a great woman, just like your sister. It's just so sad that their lives ended before they could flourish for something more.

"You okay there, Y/N?"

You turned, and there you saw Obanai standing by the door, giving you a curious look. 

You wanted to ask so badly, but you stopped yourself by biting your lip. But then, Obanai seems to notice. He sauntered inside his bedroom and placed the photo inside his drawer.

"I know you want to ask things. Ask now before I change my mind."

Obanai said as he took off his facemask and fixed his hair. You were astounded to see him without the facemask again. You can't still believe the fact that he's really that mysterious boy from the foster home.

"Sen—"

"Obanai."

"Oh, Obanai, are you and Mitsuri—"

"Almost."

Your face dropped; it seems like there are tonnes of secrets living inside this lad. For some reason, you wanted to know. He gave you this chance, so,

"Almost? What do you mean?"

"Mitsuri's the only girl who made me feel like a normal boy back in the foster home. But I never got the chance to tell her my feelings. I was about to confess when the fire happened."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It's been too long and I've moved on. But honestly, when I first saw you in a braid back then at the coffee shop, you suddenly reminded me of her."

"Obanai..."

"But then it was just that time. Because you're really different from her."

"Of course. I'm not as nice as Mitsuri-san. Not as pretty as her either."

"Not that. You're... fuck it. You're nice and pretty... and smart, okay? Stop saying that. It's something else. It's more than your physical appearance."

"Then what? Do I remind you of my sister, instead? She raised me so—"

"Not that either. You remind me of... my younger self. Not Mitsuri or even your sister. You're like the young Obanai who hated everything for the pain the world has brought to him. The one who chose to use that loath to try to be in a better place. I'm not saying I am a hundred percent alright now. But it's just that I don't hate the world as much as I did back then. We got to celebrate little wins, right?"

His words crept into your senses and sent you a cold shiver. What does he mean? You felt like you were lost for words as you looked at Obanai and tried to analyse what you heard.

Suddenly, you felt his hands on your cheek again. There, you were sent to the first time he did this. It was when these revelations happened. So what will happen now?

Like a pack of wolves, your anxiousness started to prey on you. Your breathing slowed down, and you felt the tension in the air as Obanai leaned in to embrace you.

"I'm sorry that I made you wait. It was a jerk move."

Without words, you let yourself embrace him back, burying your face in his body. His apology sounded genuine, which made you feel a bit better.

Warmth suddenly flowed within you as you felt Obanai's hand caressing the back of your head, letting his cold fingers run through your locks. With that sensation, you weren't able to stop yourself from wanting him to stay.

"Can you stay here with me, Obanai?" You whispered, which made the man pull out from the embrace. "Why?"

"It's just... I want to know everything. I want to hear what happened."

You heard him sigh as he sat beside you. There, he looked nothing like the Obanai Iguro at the university. He looked nothing like your stern chemistry professor who is apparently allergic to women.

In this moment, he just looked like a normal guy, solid, warm but might be vulnerable. Just like how he looked back then when he was younger, but prettier.

"It's a long story."

"We have all night."

"Fine."

The night passed quickly, and yet you and Obanai didn't notice it.

He told you everything that happened back then, after the last time you'd seen him in that garden. Apparently, he was taken in by the Rengokus with Mitsuri.

He told you how Kyojuro and Mitsuri helped him come back to his senses. They are both reasons why he wanted to be a chemistry professor. It's a payback for how nice they were.

And yes, he had these little visits at the foster home by then, curious to see where the 'girl who weren't afraid of snakes' was. But you weren't there anymore, as you were taken in by the Kochos.

Time passed, and there he met with Shinobu once again as his co-worker. But back then, he had no idea that you were a part of her family. And yes, he didn't ask.

She seemed nice to Mitsuri and to him. But, of course, he didn't reciprocate well. He can't, as he was apparently 'allergic to women' or, more like, hated them, as his family, which is full of women, used to abuse him before.

He treated Shinobu as just a colleague, but never a friend.

But Mitsuri is an exemption as he grew with her. She proved to him that not all women are bad. And yes, he developed feelings for Mitsuri. But he can't reveal it, as he was too afraid. Not until it's too late.

Obanai told you that he was wrapping up his night classes back then when suddenly there was an explosion somewhere in the building. Afraid of what it might be and the consequences, Obanai ran towards it, and there he saw Mitsuri... dead.

It was too late to save her. He can't help but to wonder what if he just arrived a few moments earlier. Would his first love still be alive?

Obanai told you how it ebbed out all the remaining strength in his body. He just wanted to die.

But then he heard another voice from the room, and there he had a glimpse of an injured Shinobu, who was carrying a child. She ran towards him and told him to get the child out of the building, as she would try to look around to see if there were other children left.

And with the shock of seeing Mitsuri dead, he just followed Shinobu's orders and brought the child out to safety.

But then he realised that he shouldn't let his emotions get ahead of him, as there might be other children left inside. So then he ran back inside, and there he saw the weakened Shinobu under a fallen pillar. Obanai tried to save her, but then the girl refused and pointed towards a little girl who was crying on the corner.

She told him to save the child instead, despite all his complaints. He had no choice but to go to the little girl to save her as even if he tried every thing, there is no way that he can pull Shinobu out of the collapsed pillar. Besides, she was too injured.

"I didn't want to leave but Shinobu insisted. She told me that she would never sacrifice anyone for her sake."

Obanai paused to hold your hand as you started crying from what you are hearing right now.

"And there... your sister made me promise. She told me that if ever I see her youngest sister someday, I should do my best to bring her passion for science back. She told me that you were mad at her that day because she told you that she needed to leave for her science project at the foster home. She already knows that you'll hate science, as you might think that it is the reason why she'll die. But she never wanted you to feel that. It was no one's fault. Y/N, she loves you so much."

"Is that the reason why you gave me that notebook?"

"Yes... I always had that notebook because I always thought that perhaps someday I'd meet her sister. I actually prepared it for you in case what Shinobu said became true, and it did. I wanted to fulfill that promise so bad."

"I-I hated science because of what happened. My sister would've been alive by now if she didn't leave that night... But, perhaps that's really what we do if we love something?"

"She loves you more than anything Y/N. Always remember that. No one knew that the tragedy would happen..."

"Yes... I'm sorry for being so illogical Obanai. I am trying my best but... it still hurts a lot."

"No, it's okay. You didn't know. And you should take your time to heal yourself. There's no rush..."

"Thanks. But still... Why did you make this effort at all? Why did you want to fulfill that promise if my sister isn't important at all to you?"

"I don't know. I think it's how I dealt with the guilt of not saving those two—Mitsuri and Shinobu. I always thought that if I couldn't save them, perhaps I could help you? But I really didn't know if what I am doing right now helps you. Perhaps I should've buried—."

"Obanai, don't say that. You... you helped me a lot. And yes, I know you already made Mitsuri and my sister proud of this. And I can't thank you enough for these efforts that you've already made for someone whom you haven't met yet.."

Tears suddenly poured out of Obanai's eyes after hearing those words coming out of you. It's like the knife that has been stabbing him again and again all these years was suddenly pulled out, and there you are, trying to heal his wounds again.

You, on the other hand, realised what your sister's love could do. And you ended up crying too as you realised how wrong you were for telling Obanai that he never tried to save them. He did. He tried his best.

Seeing the strong Obanai breaking down made you feel more vulnerable, and suddenly, you felt the urge to slowly lean in and give him a passionate kiss.

Obanai was stunned. Never in his life has he experienced this. No one has ever looked at him this way after Mitsuri's death. But then, here you are now, kissing him passionately. He had tonnes of questions in mind. But then he shoved all of those and buried them deep within his mind as he let his hands slip around your body.

Warmth embraced the both of you as Obanai started kissing back, slowly pushing you down on the mattress. But then, before he got carried away, he pulled out, blushing so madly.

Drunk in passion and confusion, you opened your eyes, and there you saw Obanai trying to look away. So then, you sat and looked on your lap, feeling the regret of letting your passion take over.

"Sorry Obanai..."

"It's okay."

"I just wanted to... thank you, but I got carried away. I'm so sorry."

"Is that all that kiss was for? Just to thank me?"

His question made you think hard, because what would you answer? Is he expecting you to say yes or no? Confusion blinded you as you felt your hands start to shiver. It's just all too much for tonight.

Obanai noticed it, so he decided to drop the issue and speak up in a calmer tone. "I guess we can talk about this tomorrow. I'm sorry for scaring you again."

He was about to go when suddenly you pulled his hand again and said, "Stay with me, please."

Falling for that beautiful look you had now as you flaunt your vulnerability to him, Obanai can't do anything but agree. And there he stayed the night, lying beside you to caress your hair as you drifted into sleep.

Little did you know that as you slept, the man looked at you, thinking how he'd want to risk everything just to protect you. He touched your cheek and kissed your forehead. Obanai couldn't stop himself from taking in your wonderful image.

Questions are still in his head, especially about the reason behind that kiss. He felt his heart racing once again as he looked at you. He never wanted to be with anyone, but now he thinks he is starting to fall in love again.

All he knows right now is that he adores you, so he wanted to know you better. 

Obanai stopped praying. He has never prayed since the night when he escaped his abusive family. But then this night, he prayed so hard that fate would let him be with you. He also prayed that Mitsuri and Shinobu wouldn't kill him for feeling this intense passion for you. 

He wants nothing but to be there for you. Aside from protecting you, Obanai would want to risk everything to lift the burden inside of you, even just a little.

It's the least that he can do, as you gave him another chance in life and made him feel like a normal guy again. And for a while, it was peace that he felt right now as you slept on his arms.

Feeling a bit hazy, you opened your eyes, and there, the scene that you never expected to see welcomed you. Obanai was there, facing you as he slept quietly. His hand was wrapped around your body, making you blush hard. The man looked like it was the first time that he had slept this peacefully in years.

Seeing him like this ignited your passion, which made you want to caress his cheek. Suddenly, faint fragments of the night came into you, which in turn made you redder than you already are. You felt your body heat up as you remembered that you'd kissed this guy last night.

Yes, you kissed your chemistry professor.

It's insane, but you also remembered how you made him confused with the words that you'd told him after. Then it finally hit you... How can you face him at class so casually again after that night? Aside from those heavy revelations, there seems to be a deeper connection that is happening with both of you now.

So even if you still wanted to lay there and just stare at his wonderful face, you slowly lifted up his arms and crawled out of bed. You sneaked towards the window to see if the rain had gone away. It was all stormy last night, but then, it's good to know that the sun is shining brightly today.

You were about to head out of his bedroom, as you badly wanted to sneak out. You just don't know how to react in front of him after everything, and you want to just escape the possible awkward encounter.

But then, just before you could make another step out of his bedroom, Obanai's sleepy voice made you turn to look at him. "What time is it?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes with his hand and stretched his back.

Gulping before you spoke, you looked at the wall clock and spoke up with a trembling tone. "Seven in the morning. I have classes around nine. I should get going." Obanai perked up, realisation coming into his senses.

"Gosh, I almost forgot... I'll cook you breakfast. Wait."

Obanai stood up from the bed, making you bite your lip. As if his intrusive thoughts overtook him, he ruffled your hair before heading out of his bedroom.

Realising that you're all alone again, inside his bedroom, you felt your knees finally give out, and you fell to the ground. How can he act so casual about this? You thought as you blushed madly.

But then, you quickly got on your feet as you realised that even if you ran back to your house to change, you'd still be late. You walked quickly to the kitchen, and there, you saw Obanai making two omelettes.

Your heartbeat rushed as your eyes met. Obanai smiled at you, which almost made you melt. He looks nothing like yesterday. It's like all the grumpiness in him was suddenly gone.

"You hungry? I'll be finished cooking in a few minutes. If you want, you can take a shower now. I have some hoodies and pants that I think would fit you."

You blushed at the thought of you wearing his clothes to the university. "Won't people notice that I'm wearing your clothes?" You asked, fiddling with your fingers.

Obanai tilted his head to the side while looking at you. "Have you seen me wear hoodies at the university?"

"No."

"Then no. Go take a shower now."

You wanted to complain, but as if you were automated to do so, you headed to the bathroom and took a shower. It was surprising to see a lilac hoodie and black pants prepared for you at the bed.

A small smile crept onto your lips. You never expected that Obanai would be this caring. But then, you reminded yourself that perhaps he is just doing this because of his promise to your sister.

Sighing, you put on his clothes and fixed yourself. You know that you shouldn't bother yourself with these thoughts, so you tried shoving them deep within your head.

You went out of the bedroom and were astounded to see the delectable dish that the man had prepared for you.

Obanai appeared out of nowhere, from behind your back. "Y/N, I've already eaten. I'll just take a quick shower, and then we'll head to the university. There's a spare toothbrush that I've prepared there. Feel free to use my comb as well."

"Yes, sir," you said, blushing, and there, Obanai finally left again.

You could see how Kaburamaru stared at you in the corner of your eye. You smiled at him and then proceeded to finish your breakfast and fix yourself.

Obanai emerged from his bedroom, and yes, the lavender smell made you turn your head towards him. He was clad in his usual formal clothing and oversized lab coat again, with that face mask.

You suddenly wanted to tease him, and so you did.

"It looks like my grumpy sensei is back."

He facepalmed and sauntered towards you. You were astounded by the next actions that he took. Cornering you on the wall, Obanai pulled down his facemask and leaned in to kiss you.

A yelp escaped from your mouth, but then you found yourself leaning in to kiss him back. It seems like your vision was filled with fireworks as you felt warmth burning at the pit of your stomach.

Obanai suddenly pulled out, panting from the intense kiss. Before you could say anything, the chemistry professor finally spoke up. "I don't think I could just be your 'sensei' after last night. If you really just kissed me just to thank me, I'll do everything to change that. Y/N. I don't care anymore, but I want you to be mine."

Panting while trying to suppress all your moans, you found yourself skin-to-skin with your chemistry professor. Obanai covered your mouth as your nails dug into his back.

"Obanai... Mmmm, yes..."

"Sshh, if you'll not be quiet, someone might hear us."

Obanai bit you on your shoulder as he wildly thrusted his throbbing cock inside of you. Making your eyes roll back because of the sensation that he is giving you, a loud moan almost slipped out of your mouth. Thankfully, Obanai managed to cover your mouth before you could scream in pleasure.

But as the pleasure started to engulf you, you started to wonder. How did this happen?

Flashback:

Days have passed since Obanai's confession, and yet you still haven't told him about your real feelings. It's like, whenever you feel that you're ready, you'll end up swallowing the words back again.

So then, Obanai is still oblivious to your feelings. And when we say oblivious, it also means that it makes him more determined to court you. Yes, he is well aware that this could be wrong in the eyes of others. But then, he wanted nothing but to protect you and help you heal.

He wanted to fulfil his promise to Shinobu, but he also didn't want to commit the same mistakes that he had done to Mitsuri. He won't let things become too late before he makes a move.

At school hours, Obanai remained professional—and, of course, grumpy—to all of his students. You are not an exception to this. But then, after classes, the chemistry professor would pull you into an empty hall, away from prying eyes, just to give you your favourite snack or a flower.

Yes, he courted you like a gentleman. Even if it is behind the curtains of being acceptable to all, you can't help but fall for him more.

So then one day, when your curiosity took over, you directly told Obanai something that made him flabbergasted to the bone.

"Are you doing all of this because of the promise that you had with my sister? Because if you're just efforting for that, please just stay as my professor. I can't risk everything if I know I'll be in a situation wherein I'm going to lose more than myself."

Clicking his tongue, Obanai raised his eyebrow at you. "Here you go again with your assumptions," he said with a tone of dismay in his voice.

"I just want to be sure because, just to be clear, you don't have any responsibility for me. I'm a grown woman."

"And I'm well aware of that. I'm not stupid."

"You're not stupid, but I might be. So please just stop this if you're just doing it because of that promise or because I remind you of Mitsuri-san...."

"No. You're wrong. I'm doing this because I like you. Okay? You are good to me even if I was being an all-time jerk. You treated me like a normal guy. And it always feels like I've known you forever."

Hearing those words coming from his mouth, with the clear truth painted on his heterochromatic eyes, you felt your heart rise. And there, finally, you spoke the words that Obanai had been wanting to hear.

"I-I like you too, sensei."

"Y/N..."

Before you could reply, Obanai tugged off his facemask and snaked his arms around you, pulling you into a passionate kiss. There, you felt your knees weaken as you submitted to his strong arms. Never have you imagined in your life that the boy who saved you from being bit by Kaburamaru when you were younger would also be this man who ended up falling for you.

Taken by his emotions, Obanai slowly bit your lip, letting his hands slip under your shirt. Without caring that anyone could enter the room by now, you let his tongue slip inside your mouth, with the kiss only ending with the both of you fighting for dominance.

Heat crept up on your body as you felt his usual cold hands run on your body. With shivers running up your spine, you pulled out and looked into Obanai's eyes. Surprised by the passion painted on his marvellous orbs, you caressed his face and gave him a soft smile.

"I'm all yours, Obanai," you whispered before leaning in to kiss his lips.

Little did you know, your words flipped a switch on Obanai, giving him the strength to carry you to the table. Slowly, his lips went down on your jaw, planting ticklish kisses that went down on your collarbone. A soft moan escaped from your lips as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

That made the chemistry professor look up at you and caress your face. "I want you, Y/N." His words were vague, but you already know what he means. And yes, how could you resist those wonderful eyes and that fierce expression on his face? He was hungry for your touch.

You didn't answer; you spread your legs, inviting him to move closer to you. And there, Obanai gulped and positioned your body between your thighs. There, you slowly felt his hard member, cloaked under his pants, as he slowly grinded on you while kissing you deeply.

And there, another moan escaped your lips, which in turn made Obanai harder than he already is. "Oh, you make me want to fuck you so bad right now," he whispered in your ear, with a voice so sensual that it made you almost cum.

"I want you too, Obanai."

"Are you sure?" He asked as he ran his hands on your hair. You nodded, and there, a small smile managed to escape from his senses. Without saying a word, Obanai's hands worked up on your shirt, taking it off you. Slowly, he opened your bra, making you gasp as the sudden coldness of the room embraced you.

Slowly, Obanai removed his lab coat and shirt, making you gasp as you saw a burn mark on his chest. You touched it gently, making the man bite his lip.

You felt a pinch on your chest with what you saw. He must have gotten that burn mark back that night. So then, even if you knew it wouldn't heal it, you slowly planted kisses on it, making Obanai moan loudly.

Slowly, Obanai slipped his finger under your skirt, pulling your pants to the side. And there, he slowly ran his hands on your wet slit. "Fuck..." you mumbled as you buried your face on his bare chest, licking his scar down to his sensitive nipples.

Pain and pleasure embraced you as suddenly, Obanai slipped two of his fingers inside of you. "Fuck, so tight," he said as he laid you down on the table, spreading you open like a book. And there, his mouth worked on your nipples, nibbling and licking them as he continued to finger-fuck you with an unpredictable rhythm.

"I'm near," you whispered as he fingered you faster. But then, after hearing that, the man stopped and kissed your lips instead.

"I'm so hard right now..." He whispered, making you wetter than you already are. "Fuck me then." You said confidently, ignoring the fact that it'll be your first time if he does what you're suggesting.

"You sure? It'll be my—"

You were astounded by what he was going to say, but then you cut it off by saying, "It's mine too... And I want it to be you. Make love with me, Obanai." You said, making the man nod.

With your words, Obanai pulled down his pants, and there, his hardened cock surprised you. You spread your legs more as Obanai positioned his cock on your entrance, rubbing it against it to tease you.

Feeling impatient, you pulled him close to you and gave him a deep kiss as he slowly entered you. The pain that you felt eventually subsided as Obanai thrust himself in and out of you, whispering how he loved you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him go deeper into you. But then, just as before you could feel your climax, a knock stunned the both of you.

"Iguro-sensei? Are you here?"

Realising that the door wasn't locked, your heart thumped hard. "Fuck," Obanai groaned as he carried you from the table, still not pulling out. He kicked your clothes under the table as he commanded you to bend down under the table so that nobody could see you.

No one should see you in this state except him!

So there, you followed him and bent down under the table, with his cock still inside of you. Obanai put on his shirt and lab coat, draping them on you.

And there, your heart thumped harder. But the risk he is putting you in right now didn't stop you from feeling more aroused. He signalled for you to shut up, and there he spoke up with his usual uninterested voice, letting the student into his classroom.

"What do you want?"

"Sensei, you have no facemask," Nezuko said, surprised to see their professor like that for the first time.

"So? What do you need, idiot?"

The innocent Nezuko came in and spoke up. "Iguro-sensei, I just want to ask if you have seen Y/N. Our next class will start, but she still isn't around."

You felt a bit guilty for making your classmate worry, but then you knew that you couldn't just show up right now. Looking up, you saw Obanai flash you a 'you're dead' look that made you gulp. The professor hates it when students skip classes, and now you're skipping one to get fucked by him.

Obanai groaned at Nezuko. "Do I look like a babysitter? She's not here, can't you see? Go find her somewhere else. Perhaps she's out there slacking off or what, for all I care."

"Sorry sensei..."

"Go out and lock the door before closing it."

A few seconds after Nezuko left and locked the door, Obanai yanked you out of the table with your hair and bent you on the table.

"So, you're skipping classes now, huh? I'm going to fuck you so hard for this. Bad girl."

Obanai said, not letting you speak as he thrust deeper and harder into your wet pussy, making you moan loudly. He took off his remaining clothing again and yanked your hair harder as he grinded in his cock on your damped hole.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

End of flashback

"Obanai... Mmmm, yes..."

"Sshh, if you'll not be quiet, someone might hear us."

Obanai bit you on your shoulder as he slowly inserted his throbbing cock inside of you. Making your eyes roll back because of the sensation that he is giving you, a loud moan almost slipped out of your mouth. Thankfully, Obanai managed to cover your mouth before you could scream in pleasure.

With your orgasm building inside of you, you felt yourself tearing up. Obanai kissed your neck, groped your breasts, and played with your nipples as he fucked you hard.

"Fuck, I'm near..." He said, turning you over to face him now. There, he laid you on the floor, with your lustful and passionate eyes locked with each other. "I want to see your face as you cum." He said, and there, Obanai started slipping his cock in and out of you as his right hand worked to rub your clit.

With the overstimulation, you can't help but wrap your legs around him, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as you tear up with the sensation that you are feeling.

And there, as if atoms had collided, you felt an explosion inside of you as your sweet juices mixed with Obanai's cum. "Fuck!" He said as you bit his shoulder, letting the pleasure take over.

With his thrusts slowing down, Obanai collapsed over you, panting. You ran your hands on his hair and buried your face in the crook of his neck. Your heart is racing with the rhythm of his.

"I love you, Obanai."

"I love you too. You're mine."

"I'm yours."

You looked at the sky, letting the cold breeze caress your skin. Resting on your lap was Obanai, who was petting Kaburamaru.

You looked down on the chemistry professor, and realisation hit you again. This marvellous man is yours. Who would have thought that the boy you've met at the foster home would change your life?

And there, you realised that if Shinobu and Mitsuri could see the both of you now, perhaps they would be happy. You know how those girls wanted you and Obanai to be happy before, and now it happens because you found love with each other.

And it's true, Obanai had seen his old self in you, but now it's different.

Like he had said before, both of you are not a hundred percent alright right now. But it's just that you don't hate the world as much as you did back then. And yes, you have to celebrate little wins, right?

And now, celebrating will be better, as you will get to celebrate it with the one you love every day.

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷!

Phew! All done with the Special Classes series finally! How has it been for you? XD I hope you enjoyed reading every single version!

It was quite hard writing Obanai's piece as it became deeper than I expected it to be (yes, I guess... he'll want it deep 🤭) But kidding aside! I enjoyed writing this as much as I wanted sleep hahahahaha!

Love yah all and thank you for the support as always! Feel free to reblog, request, and comment!

See you on the next series that I'm making (Tsugoku X Male Hashira and Oiran X Male Hashira) and the other one shots that I am preparing.

I'll be accommodating reqs as soon as my sched clears out UwU

Thank you again, minna-san!

MDNI!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

[alpineforeverr]

Why tf is there a lack of obamitsu gifs?

As if true love doesn't exist pt.2

[vampcubus]

three way make out session with obanai and mitsuri. muffling their soft moans with your lips. watching their tongues swirl together whilst their eyes are fixated on you. they’re greedy, pulling away from one another only to advance their lips on yours. and if you tug their heads back by the hair before your lips touch theirs they both whine, green and heterochromatic eyes all glossy and pitiful.

[forest-hashira]

Keeping Warm

having now recovered from writing smut back in september, i am back with more demon slayer smut! partially joking but writing smut really does take more out of me which is why this one took so long to come out. this is my promised second entry for my autumn leaves anniversary event, which is still open if you would like to contribute something! anyways, i hope you guys enjoy 💜 also big thanks to @awkwardchick87 for beta reading this for me!

event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~2.6k | cw: obamitsu x gn/afab reader (female anatomy but gender neutral pronouns), undefined but implied established relationship, cockwarming, orgasm delay/denial, oral (reader receiving), making out, cowgirl position, slight sub iggy/dom mitsuri (not too heavy tho), creampie

Obanai had never been fond of cold weather. Much like his scaly companion, he preferred the warmth of spring and summer, and spent as much of his time as possible indoors during the fall and winter. If there was a chill in the air, it would cut straight through to his bones, no matter how many layers he wore. He never mentioned it to anyone else, knowing there was little that could be done about his difficulty regulating his own body temperature, but as soon as both you and Mitsuri had wormed your way past his defenses, the two of you had picked up on it, and did everything you could to keep him warm.

Which, he supposed, was how you all wound up the way you were now.

The temperature had dropped before the sun had set, and he had barely finished lighting his fireplace when he heard Mitsuri calling out for him.

“Obanai!” she’d chirped, grinning brightly when he came to the door to greet her. She’d held a thick blanket in one arm, her other hand holding yours. You’d offered the serpent hashira a pleased smile as well, just as happy to see that he was, in fact, home. 

“Hello, Mitsuri,” he’d replied, smiling behind his bandages. He’d greeted you, too, then tilted his head slightly. “Not that I’m not happy to see the two of you, of course, but can I ask what brings you to see me this time?”

“We know you don’t like the cold,” you’d explained. “We wanted to make sure you stayed warm tonight.”

He hadn’t thought much of the way Mitsuri’s eyes glinted when he’d invited the two of you in, assuming she was just excited about having a sleepover with you and him, since those didn’t happen exceedingly often, given your positions in the corps.

Now he was wondering if he should’ve read into that glint a bit more, since she was straddling him as he laid on his back on his futon, you sitting by his head. Clothes had been discarded quickly, so you and Mitsuri were entirely bare, and the only thing Obanai still wore was his bandages.

“We’ll keep you warm, ‘nai,” the love hashira cooed, rolling her hips against his, and he let out a shuddering breath, his hands gripping lightly at her thighs. She paused at the touch, tilting her head slightly. “Wait until you’re given permission, love.”

“Apologies,” he murmured, releasing his hold on her, instead digging his fingers into the futon beneath him.

“All is forgiven,” Mitsuri assured him, slowly beginning to roll her hips again.

Your fingers glided across his forehead, gently brushing his hair from his eyes, and you smiled at him when he looked up at you. “Can I take these off?” you asked quietly, fingers ghosting down his cheek until they reached the edge of his bandages.

There was the tiniest moment of hesitation – less than a second, really – before he nodded. “Yes,” he breathed, remembering that Mitsuri liked when he said the words aloud. “Yes, you can take them off.” 

With nimble fingers, you delicately unwound the bandages from the lower half of his face, setting them off to the side. As always, you were careful not to touch his scars; he was comfortable enough to allow you and Mitsuri to see them in private, but he still didn’t like them to be touched. “Stunning as always, ‘nai,” you said, giggling softly when his face darkened with a blush at your words.

The sound of your laughter sent his heart fluttering, and he smiled slightly back up at you. He still found himself flustered whenever you complimented him, but he never argued, even if he disagreed with your words; how could he, when your eyes always shone with genuine, eager affection?

Mitsuri shifted her weight slightly from her position atop the serpent hashira, and he gasped, his hips bucking the tiniest bit with surprise. Knowing the movement was unintentional, the love hashira chose not to chastise, instead grinning down at him. “Someone’s eager,” she teased, a small laugh tumbling from her lips at the way the older man’s blush spread from his face down his neck to his chest.

“Looks like you’re warming up,” you said, a teasing lilt to your words as well. As you spoke, you carded your fingers through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. Just as you knew would happen, the touch sent a shiver through the serpent hashira. “Or maybe not.” 

With an exaggerated pout, you looked back up at Mitsuri. “Looks like he’s still cold, ‘Tsuri.”

She fake pouted right back at you. “Well we can’t have that, now can we?” Her gaze dropped to Obanai’s, and she tilted her head slightly. “Do you need more to stay warm?”

“Please,” he answered, nodding eagerly. “Yes, please, Mitsuri.”

Her peridot eyes flashed. “Well, when you ask so nicely…”

When she stopped the slow rolling of her hips, Obanai almost whined, staring up at her pleadingly; you knew from experience he was mere moments away from openly begging, if the love hashira decided to push him even just a tiny bit more. He was in luck this time, though, and she had mercy on him. She raised herself off of him slightly, just enough to wrap her fingers around his hard cock.

He barely stifled a gasp at her touch, and when she began to sink down onto him, his eyes rolled back in his head. The feeling of being inside of either of you was something he knew he would never take for granted; the warmth and intimacy of it was too precious to him. It took him a few moments to catch his breath once Mitsuri was fully seated on him, the heat of her almost unbearable, while somehow also being exactly what he needed. 

The love hashira sat perfectly still atop the serpent hashira, watching as he fought to compose himself once again. She could be patient, and she knew you could, too; besides that, this was far from the first time the three of you had done anything like this, and Obanai had proven each time that he was more than capable of being obedient and taking direction. There was no doubt in her mind that he would manage it again this time. When she saw his two-toned eyes flutter open once again, she smiled down at him.

“‘Nai,” she cooed, slowly trailing her fingers up his stomach and chest, delighting in every minor jump and twitch of his muscles beneath her touch. “You’re doing so well… Can you do something else for me?”

“Anything,” Obanai replied, almost before Mitsuri finished speaking. He was willing to do anything she asked of him, even if all it earned him was a smile. The same went for how he felt about you; maybe holding the two of you so close to his heart would only cause him pain one day, but for now it only brought him peace, so he would make no effort to change how he felt.

Mitsuri’s smile inched closer to a smirk. “I want you to make them feel good.” Her eyes darted up to your face for a moment, though his stayed locked on her.

“How?”

“With your mouth.”

Finally, he tipped his head back slightly to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide. “I would be honored to pleasure you that way,” he told you, almost reverently.

His words had heat pooling in your gut, and you swallowed thickly. Even if you hadn’t already known how skilled he was with his tongue, you wouldn’t have been able to deny him when he looked so beautiful when he asked. You nodded in response, not quite able to find your voice in the moment.

“Thank you,” he murmured, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. His eyes never once left your face, and the feeling of his lips against your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” Mitsuri told you, a faint edge to her voice – not sharp, but motivating nonetheless.

Never one to disagree or deny yourself pleasure from either of your lovers, you carefully pulled yourself away from Obanai, shifting so you were hovering over his face, facing the love hashira. You didn’t lower yourself to be within his reach, though; Mitsuri was still calling the shots, after all.

Obanai felt his mouth begin to water as he looked up at your pussy, so close yet still so far away. He flexed his hands against the futon, eager to devour you but doing his best to be patient.

Apparently getting a thrill from the control she had over the two of you, Mitsuri sat in silence for a moment, simply looking you over, before she said, “You can touch them now, ‘nai.”

The serpent hashira barely remembered to thank her before he locked his arms around your thighs and dragged you down to sit on his face, his mouth already open and eager to please. The first taste of you on his tongue had him moaning against you, and you gasped at the vibration against your cunt.

“Fuck,” you breathed, one hand going to Obanai’s abdomen to steady yourself, the other landing on Mitsuri’s shoulder. You met her gaze, and the heat that had risen to your cheeks spread a bit further when you saw the glint in her eyes.

“He’s quite good at that, isn’t he?” she asked, somewhat teasingly. As she spoke, one of her hands pushed your hair away from your face before coming to cradle your burning cheek. “Feels like he’s keeping you nice and warm, too, hm?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, lashes fluttering a bit as you felt Obanai trace a pattern across your clit. You couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but if you’d asked, he would have admitted it was his name; an invisible mark stating that you were his as much he was yours and Mitsuri’s.

“Good,” she murmured, smirking slightly as she pressed her thumb to your bottom lip for a moment. When your lips parted slightly at the touch, she pulled you into a kiss. 

Her lips were soft and plush against your own, and in mere seconds you found yourself being devoured from both ends, completely at the mercy of your two ravenous lovers. Your grip on her shoulder tightened as you moaned against her, reciprocating the kiss as best as you were able.

It wasn’t long – an embarrassingly short amount of time, in fact – before your legs were shaking around Obanai’s head. “‘Tsuri,” you whimpered, breaking the heated kiss in an attempt to catch your breath. “I— ah! —I’m close.”

“Already?” she asked, a teasing edge to her voice. When you nodded, she tilted your chin up slightly to meet her eyes again. “I know you’ve earned it,” she added, glancing down at the man beneath you for a moment. “But do you think he has?”

“Uh-huh,” you answered immediately. “He’s— fuck — making me feel s-so good.” With practically every breath, small moans and whimpers slipped from your lips, and if the serpent hashira’s hold on you had been any less secure, you’d have been grinding down on his tongue, eagerly chasing your release.

Mitsuri seemed to brighten a bit at that. “Good, I’m glad. You deserve to feel good, love.” She grinned when the pet name had you practically melting for her, and she pressed another quick kiss to your lips before turning her attention to her other partner. 

“‘Nai,” she said, tracing a fingertip lightly down his torso. “Once you make them cum, I’ll let you cum, too.” She punctuated her words with a roll of her hips, promising so much more once he did as he was told.

The action drew a loud, wanton moan from the man, which in turn had you gasping and dropping your hand from Mitsuri’s shoulder, leaving both hands now braced against his stomach. He tightened his grip around your thighs, pressing you as close to him as he could as he increased his efforts. 

When he shifted his head slightly and pressed his tongue into you, not giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling before he was fucking you relentlessly with it, you cried out. The sheer amount of pleasure coursing through your body at that moment had you trembling from head to toe, but it wasn’t quite enough to tip you over the edge. You squirmed the tiny amount you were able in his hold, trying to get some sort of stimulation to your clit.

Thankfully, Obanai seemed to get the message, and he loosened his hold on you with one arm. It allowed you to shift a bit more, but the movement wasn’t really necessary once his fingers found your clit. He rubbed quick, almost aggressive circles on it, matching the insistent pace of his tongue inside you. 

“Oh fuck!” you wailed as your orgasm crashed over you, your head dropped forward to rest against your pink haired lover’s chest. Despite having brought you to your peak, your raven haired lover showed no signs of letting up, still devouring you as if his life depended on it.

“Looks like you’ve earned your reward,” Mitsuri mused, beginning to rock her hips, giving Obanai the pleasure she’d promised him. 

It quickly became apparent to you that she was eager for release, too, because within just a few minutes she was fully lifting herself up and down on his cock, little sounds of pleasure slipping from her every time their hips made contact. Managing to come back to yourself a bit, you lifted your head from her chest, dipping in and taking one of her pretty pink nipples into your mouth and sucking hard, the way that always made her whine and plead for more. 

“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” she gasped, beginning to pinch and tug the other nipple herself. The more stimulation she got there, the louder she moaned and whined; she’d always been sensitive there, and you loved the reactions it would pull from her.

When she grew closer to her orgasm, she went back to simply rolling her hips and grinding down on Obanai’s cock, chasing the pleasure she knew awaited her. You decided to take advantage of the change in her movements, reaching between her legs to play with her clit. You were drawing close to another orgasm yourself, and you wanted desperately for all three of you to cum together.

She gasped, crying out your name as she fell apart, riding Obanai even harder to bring him to the heights of pleasure, too. It didn’t take long for him to get there, if the moan he let out against your pussy and the gasp Mitsuri gave were any indication. The vibration of his moan was enough to send you toppling over the edge again, a shuddering, breathless moan escaping you as you released Misturi’s nipple from your lips.

The three of you took a moment to catch your breath, not bothering to move from your positions at first. Eventually, though, both you and Mitsuri crawled off of the serpent hashira, one of you lying on either side of him and curling up as close to him as you could. After a moment, Mitsuri reached behind her, fumbling a bit until she found the blankets, including the extra thick one she’d brought with her. She pulled them over the three of you, and you let out a soft sigh of relief. Obanai wrapped his arms a bit tighter around the two of you, and you eagerly pressed further into his space – you were there to keep him warm, after all.

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Liiiittle sneak peak of the Obamitsu x reader fic 🤭

He tuts, forcing your legs open to eye your soaked pussy up close. Not bothering to hide the groan that leaves him.

“Did you think you were done?”

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This may be a decently long fic btw ♡

[thebutterflyeater]

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Synopsis: You've been dating sanemi for a while, but he finally crossed the line this time by commenting on your weight.

Little did you know, recently he also pissed off Obanai. Why not seek some comfort in his best friend's and his girlfriend's arms?

Content warnings: Nude photography, revenge sex, cheating, cheating with his best friend, threesome, body worship, chubby reader, fem reader, Dom mitsuri, switch obanai, cream pie, b00b job, bj, dry humping, plus sized mitsuri

Word count: 6,800+

The last few days had been pretty dicey between Obanai and Sanemi. Sanemi bombarded his phone with constant messages for the first two days, wondering what he had done so wrong to his best friend to justify the cold shoulder. Every message that lit up the ravenette’s phone had gone unanswered and unread.

The tension carried over into his home life with his loving girlfriend, you. He wasn’t only having issues with his best friend, but also you. A year of dating brought on a little relationship weight gain for the both of you. The second he couldn’t fit in a pair of jeans from his closet, he was going back to his old ways and hitting the gym. He and Obanai had made a routine of it, meeting every other night of the week after their respective jobs to work out for a few hours. But he wasn’t the only one who had gained weight in the relationship, and it bugged him. You were never a big girl by any means of the word, but you weren’t a stick. Now, it was just hard for him to look at you without spotting the changes in your body.

His favorite parts of you filled out a bit more and he found himself avoiding looking at them during intimate moments. Even touching you was too much for him sometimes. He had never considered himself one of those people that disliked a little meat on a girl’s bones, but it was something about how you didn’t even seem to mind the extra weight that just got under his skin. In his mind, you were not the same as the girl Shinobu introduced him to all those months ago. The dislike bled into your every day and just led to messy arguments.He refused to outright admit what his problem was, but you had a feeling that you already knew due to his blatant hesitance when it came to intimacy. Yesterday was no exception and today probably would be either.

Sanemi walked into the apartment, dragging his shoes across the welcome mat before kicking them aside. “Home!” He called, passing by the living area with his arms full. You were curled up on the couch, engrossed in one of your shows. Those trashy midday dramas have claimed countless victims, and you were no exception. Thank god for cable. You paused the tv and eased off of the couch, following your boyfriend into the kitchen. “Did you grab the stuff for dinner tonight? I really want to try and make that special vegetable pasta you’ve been looking at.” As Sanemi set the bags onto the cracked counter, you pressed a kiss against his cheek. He felt his skin squirm a bit. Was he really that superficial? No, he just wanted you back the way you were before. There was nothing wrong with wanting your girlfriend to stay the same. He shook his head, turning to look you over, “I actually got us some low calorie microwave meals.” He watched as your nose scrunched in evident confusion and a little bit of disgust. “Why did you do that?” You mumbled and turned to peek into the grocery bags. Sure enough, he had gotten you both the lean cuisine spaghetti meals that would definitely taste like stale ass. He reached into the bags, pulling the meals out to toss in the freezer for now before speaking, “I just thought it would be a nice change.”

He knew that you hated those. You shuffled through the other bags and everything was just not what you had sent him for: protein powder, gross protein bars, canned nuts. You had sent him to the store to pick up a few snacks, stuff for dinner, and some cheese that he didn’t bother to get. “I’m just saying, it’s a little weird. I know you like the fitness stuff, love, but I’m not really interested in it like that.” He mumbled under his breath, “I can tell.” “What?” You turned on your heels to face him. “Speak up, you want to act all big and bad.” And speak up he did, “I just thought it would be nice if you wanted to lose weight with me. I got you some of those bars to help out.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. To be honest, you had your own insecurities about your weight, but him bringing it up like this was just plain hurtful. Just as it had any other night, it dissolved into a fight. This time, he had really crossed a line. Missing out on intimacy was one thing, but being plain insulted to your face and bought weight loss bars without your consultation was just a step too far. You hurried through the apartment, packing a bag. Sanemi trailed close behind, egging on the argument, “You’re being dramatic. Just calm down and we can sort this.” “I’m done trying to sort this out. I’m going to stay with a friend tonight.”

He let out an exasperated groan, wrapping his arms around your center and picking you up. The bag dropped from your arms as you flailed against his chest, “Let me go. I’m mad at you!” Sanemi grunted and let you back down onto the floor, “Where are you going to go? You can’t just leave when I say something that hurts your feelings.”

You turned to face him, “It’s not that you just hurt my feelings, Sanemi. You just don’t give a fuck about how I feel.” Sanemi tried to say something in response, but he couldn’t conjure the words up in time. He just settled for watching you toss some clothes in your tacky little travel bag before flinging it over your shoulder and heading to the door. He followed you out to the front door, watching you toss your things into the back seat of your car. “Babe, just get back in the house.” Without another word, you climbed into the driver's side of the small car and pulled out of the parking lot. He smoothed his hand back through his hair. You hadn’t gotten mad enough at him to leave after one of these arguments. Maybe he should go and look for you? No, he has every right to feel the way he does right now. Nothing is wrong with wanting you to lose a little weight with him.

—-----

Obanai and Sanemi had been close since middle school. They had their fair share of fights, but none had ever resulted in either one ignoring the other for days. He knew that Sanemi was having issues with his girlfriend lately, though he never elaborated on what the big deal was. Him and Mitsuri always really liked you, so they couldn’t wrap their heads around what the problem could be. You were a pretty girl with an even prettier personality. If you weren’t dating his best friend, him and his fiance would have already gladly taken you for themselves. The whole problem started last Wednesday on one of Obanai and Sanemi’s gym runs.

Obanai was busy with weights, pushing the platform away from himself. His legs worked overtime to push the weight up and away from him. Sanemi stood beside him and the machine, working as his best friend’s spotter. He had never had to step in and lift the weights off of him before, but he really liked standing there and talking him through it. The gym itself was always empty around this time of the night and Obanai usually ditched his mask to breathe easier and have better access to water. The quiet pop music sang through the building speakers, bouncing off the walls to add an ambiance. As Obanai finished his rep, he locked the weight and reached out for his water bottle. The bottle was a bright pink color and covered in stickers, contrasting his black and white sweater. “You’ve really got to invest in some short sleeves.” Sanemi knew that it was a farfetched request of his best friend, but he always worried about him overheating. No one would ever catch him dead without some form of sleeves, rarely even Sanemi himself. “Hell no. That would just be a waste of money. I have a wedding to save up for.”

Right.

Obanai was set to get married in September. He proposed last year in the summer with the help of Sanemi and Shinobu at the cherry blossom festival. Mitsuri and Obanai made an odd pair for sure, at least in Sanemi’s eyes. She had always been a bigger girl, tall and curvy while he looked like a short, lean stick on a good day. He didn’t really like Mitsuri in terms of looks or personality, but obviously she was Obanai’s type. Just thinking about her weight kind of aggravated him as well. Maybe it was projecting his own insecurities of having a bigger girlfriend, but in his mind his best friend could do better.

“You know, I met a personal trainer the other day if Kanroji wants to lose some weight before the wedding.” There was a beat of silence. Not a word was said as Obanai spit the water back in his cup and set it on the floor. Blue and yellow eyes met Sanemi’s lavender. The silence was deafening besides the pop music in the background.

“What?” After what felt like an eternity of silence, Obanai broke it. Sanemi added in, “If she wants to turn the fat to muscle before the wedding, I know a guy that can help.” Obanai pushed himself up from the floor, carrying his water bottle along with. “My fiance is just fine the way she is. She doesn’t need to lose weight.” He should have known that Obanai would take it badly, but his own insecurities wouldn’t relent. Sanemi groaned and drug his hand down over his face, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” “How did you mean it?” Quick fire response. Oh this was not looking good. “I’m just saying the dress would probably cost you guys less if she just lost a couple of pounds.” It was a thousand wonders blood and steam wasn’t pouring out of Obanai’s ears the more his friend spoke about his fiance. “You are not going to talk shit about her to my face.”

“I’m not talking shit!” At that, Obanai shoved him. “You are! Just say it. What’s your fucking problem?”

“I just don’t like the idea of you settling.” Settling? Settling. Nothing about that sat right with Obanai at all. He took it so badly in fact, that he turned and left the gym altogether. His restraint was almost that of a saint because, in that moment, he just wanted to throttle Sanemi. After a long twenty minute drive, he finally made it back to his and Mitsuri’s shared apartment. He seethed as he got out of his car and walked through the front door. The pink and green haired girl peeked out of the kitchen with a small smile, calling out to him, “Hey baby! What are you doing back so early?”

“Shinazugawa pissed me off. That’s all.” He plopped down onto the gray couch, leaning back into the plush. “Oooo, last names. It had to be bad.” Mitsuri strolled into the living room, plopping down beside her fiance and resting her head against his shoulder. He took a deep breath through his nose, leaning into her warmth. He took in his surroundings for a moment as a lash dish attempt to calm himself down before speaking again, “He just crossed the line this time. I’m not even sure I want him as my best man anymore, Mits.” She quirked a brow in question. In all of the years that she knew them both, they had never had a fight bad enough to seriously mess up their friendship. They knew each other longer than anyone in the group did. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But, I think you’ll feel better if you get it off your chest.” He relented and rested his head against her chest. “He said I was settling for you.” Obanai’s hand moved to his mask, tugging it off and tossing it on the coffee table. “If anything, you’re settling for me.” She shook her head and carded her fingers through his hair. “Absolutely not. No one is settling for anyone here. Did he say anything else?” Suddenly, the floor didn’t look so bad to stare at.

“Obi. Did he say anything else?” Her question held no heat behind it. She wasn’t really forcing him to say anything at all that he didn’t want to, but he would never deny her. Not in anything. “He made fun of your weight. It took everything for me to not hit him.” She wasn’t the most sensitive girl in the world, but that definitely stung. Tears welled up in her eyes and Obanai only got angrier on her behalf. “You’re my light and I think you look just perfect the way you are now. Big or small makes no difference to me.” He moved his head from her chest to press tender kisses against her cheeks, nose, lips, pretty much anywhere on her face that he could reach from where he was sitting. She sniffled, frown twitching up and into a small smile as she leaned into his touch. “I love you so much.” He hummed in response.

Though he loved her endlessly, he still had issues with expressing himself verbally. Something to do with his past trauma, no doubt. She whispered, “So what do you want to do?” He leaned back into her, letting her comb his fingers against his scalp. “I think I’m just going to ignore him for a while. I’m not even sure I want to see his face right now.”

“Don’t let me come between your friendship. I think you should give him another chance” Always the voice of reason. He stared ahead blankly at the tv playing some trashy 90 Day Fiance episode on mute, weighing his options. “I just don’t think I can get over him being a dick to my future wife.” She giggled at the title. Mitsuri knew just how giddy he got when he had the chance to call her his future wife, just as she did calling him her husband. “Maybe you could just get him back.” He groaned softly, burying his face in her boobs. They made for a nice pillow when he was frustrated, especially now. A soft ‘how’ left his lips. She shrugged her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

—-

Imagine their surprise when you had arrived at their front door in tears not even a full week later. Mitsuri stepped forward and wrapped you up in her arms, “What’s wrong?” Sniffle. “I didn’t know where else to go.” She ushered you into the apartment, closing the door behind the both of you. “You’re always welcome here. Cmon.” Gentle hands guided you down on the gray couch, weight pressing down on the opposite side. She called into the kitchen where her fiance presumably was, “Obi! Could you grab the ice cream?”

“Which one?” He called back, his voice louder than you were used to hearing. “Our best girl’s favorite. We’ve still got some in the freezer don’t we?” You could both hear him opening the fridge doors from the living room and a hum of affirmation. You couldn’t believe that they still had ice cream from the last time you’d hung out together. “Grab mine too please!” He didn’t reply, but you were almost sure that he heard her. Mitsuri’s attention was redirected back to you and she went back to pressing for information. In all of the years you two had been friends, she’d only seen you cry once before. Her fiance walked in with two pints of ice cream and three spoons, no mask covering his face. It was a bit jarring at first, but it was his house. He could walk around uncovered all he felt like in the comfort of his own space. The only thing that really caught your attention was the long marred scars that stretched up the sides of his face. He plopped down on the other side of you, effectively sandwiching you between them. Obanai leaned over you and passed Mitsuri her chocolate ice cream, then you yours.

She pressed one more time as she set the lid to her sweet treat on the coffee table, “You know me and Obi will take good care of you. We can call Sanemi if you need us to.”

“Actually, I’d rather you not call him.” Her attention was caught, as was Obanai’s. “You’ve never told us not to call him. Did something happen? Do I need to go and beat him up?” She moved to stand from the couch quickly, only for you to grab her hand and ease her back down. “No, nothing like that. He just really hurt my feelings. Maybe I’m overreacting. It’s just been really hard to live with him lately.” You tried to glance ahead and focus on the glow of the tv in front of you, only for Obanai to click it off. “Tell us what he did and we’ll make it all better.” You’d never heard him sound so forceful before. You rarely ever hung around your boyfriend’s best friend. He stirred some sort of anxiety in your gut by just hanging around him. Sanemi never described him as the friendly type and even went as far as to say that he didn’t like anyone besides Mitsuri. The few opportunities you’d ever taken to talk to him left you wondering if he even liked you. Little did you know, both he and Mitsuri both thought you were the human embodiment of sunshine. They loved having you around, even though Obanai would only admit it out loud in secret to Mitsuri.

“He’s been kind of complaining about my weight the last few weeks and it’s really been getting under my skin. I asked him to go to the store earlier for some snacks and dinner, ya know. He came back with those nasty Lean Cuisine meals and some weight loss bars and said they were for me.” The couple was appalled, exchanging a frustrated glance before shifting their attention back to you. Mitsuri went to speak, but Obanai chimed in first, “That’s fucking disgusting. He obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Now it made sense why he was talking about Mitsuri the way he was the week before. Insulting you pissed him off just about as bad as it did his fiance. Mitsuri nodded, “Yeah, you are absolutely beautiful. I think some meat on your bones did you good. You’re just as beautiful as the day we met.” Her hands reached for yours, setting her ice cream aside. Her hands were chilly from the container, but it felt comforting. All of this attention on you had your head reeling.

“Thank you. I guess I just need a little time away from him so I can decide what to do.” You pulled your hands back, popping the lid off of your own ice cream. Mitsuri nodded, taking a bite from hers before speaking up, “How about we have a movie night? Forget all about him. You can even take the guest room and get a nice bubble bath.” Honestly, that sounded like heaven right about now. Without hesitation, you agreed and got comfortable in your spot between them on the couch. Obanai leaned back, clicking the tv back on. Mitsuri snuggled into your right side, eating away at her ice cream.

—--

The night had stretched on. None of the three of you left the couch for hours unless to change clothes. You all exchanged idle chatter, laughs, and insults towards the movies Mitsuri picked. They were cheesy rom coms from the 80s. Nothing special. She had watched them at least fifty times with her parents and siblings growing up, so they were nothing all that interesting.

The couple was so used to sitting next to each other, they nearly forgot that they weren’t. You sitting between them didn’t fully register as the night stretched on. The house was hot, so both you and Mitsuri changed to some shorts, leaving Obanai as the only odd man out still in sweatpants. The movie droned on and Obanai’s eyes never left the screen. Moments like this made him appreciate being able to watch shitty tv, since he didn’t have the opportunity to growing up. His hand absentmindedly moved to rest against Mitsuri’s thigh. He just needed something to keep his hands busy, so the nice give of her warm thighs always made for a nice fidget. The only issue was that in his lack of thought, his hand wound up on your bare thigh. You knew you should have said something, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. This was the most intimately you’d been touched in weeks. Mitsuri’s hands meanwhile were busy scratching against the back of your scalp. They were clearly used to sitting next to each other, but you being in the middle messed up the usual chemistry.

Obanai’s hand gently squeezed at the plush flesh of your thigh, only leaving you to squirm a bit in your seat. You stared ahead at the screen, trying to distract yourself from both sets of wandering hands, but the way his hand inched toward your inner thigh made everything feel a little more tense. Sensitivity took hold and your thighs clenched around his hand, finally snapping him out of the movie induced trance. The puzzle pieces began to fall into place once he realized his fiance’s thighs were not the ones his hand was clamped between. The only issue was that he found himself unable to care. Mitsuri’s hand drifted from your scalp to your shoulder. Her head turned to face the two of you and she was quick to pick up on what was happening, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Oh?” Obanai looked up to meet her gaze and nodded to her. They both mentally agreed that this could be the perfect moment.

Mitsuri whispered, “You’re awful tense. Is everything alright there?” Not wanting to cause any trouble for your gracious hosts, you nodded. It was bad enough that your friend’s soon-to-be husband had his hand rested between your thighs, but now she was egging this on. The hand clasped between your thighs didn’t let up, massaging the flesh with gentle squeezes. Obanai leaned in a little closer, whispering, “I don’t know, pretty. I think our girl here likes it.” Mitsuri’s eyes lit up as she situated herself to meet your gaze, “Is that true? Do you like this?” The feeling of his hand so close to where you needed it left your mind reeling, struggling to keep up. Heat spreaded across your cheeks, traveling down between your thighs. A hard squeeze snapped you out of your haze, bringing your attention to him. “Speak up. If you don’t tell us, we can’t do what your pretty little mind wants.”

“Pretty girls tell us what they like.” Mitsuri leaned against your back, heavy breasts pressing against you. The warmth was overwhelming, but not unwelcome. Just the thought of having sex with your friend and her fiance set a flame to your guts. Sanemi’s best friend. “I like it.” The opportunity was there for the taking. Like a child spotting something on an eye-level shelf, the couple had what they wanted within their reach. Finally. They had the green light to have you for themselves, and they damn sure weren’t going to let this opportunity pass them by.

Obanai was the first to act, slipping his hand out from between your tense thighs. His hand glided up the plump flesh, stopping at the edge of your shorts. “Are you sure? Me and Mitsuri have wanted to get our hands on you for a while now. Once we start, there’s no going back.” On one hand, you felt bad doing this to Sanemi, but on the other, you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. The couple trapping you between them on the couch left you feeling a warmth you hadn’t felt with your own boyfriend in months. He hadn’t even touched you intimately since your birthday. The second you nodded, Mitsuri was on you. She guided your chin to meet her in the middle, soft lips colliding with your own. Mitsuri naturally took control of the kiss, moving her hands to thread through your hair. Meanwhile, Obanai’s hands were nothing short of devilish, squeezing and tracing feather light circles against your inner thighs. For someone that Sanemi claimed to be so selfish, he was awfully giving.

Mitsuri’s tongue traced the inside of your mouth, missing no spot in its search. The second that you separated from the kiss, Obanai’s lips pressed against your own firmly, giving you no chance to catch your breath. His kiss was much more gentle than Mitsuri’s, tongue seeking your own tentatively. Mitsuri’s hand trailed up your front hovering over your clothed breast, thumb seeking out your nipple through the fabric. She mumbled, “Obi, we gotta rile her up.” You already felt a faint throb between your legs thanks to the heavy petting, anything further would probably kill you. Obanai tugged you up and into his lap as if he’d done it hundreds of times before with Mitsuri. Your weight didn’t seem to bother him at all despite being smaller in stature than your boyfriend.

He leaned over and kissed his fiance next. The two looked incredibly sexy together. Mitsuri had a beautiful, curvy body with tits that sat pretty and a nice ass. Obanai was lean and smaller than both you and Mitsuri with a nice face and hot scars. The throb between your legs became more persistent as you watched them make out with a familiarity that you could have only dreamed of with Sanemi. Obanai resituated your legs to rest on either side of his waist with his free hand, guiding your hips back and forth against his lap. Something stiff brushed against your covered clit, drawing a soft moan from your lips. Mitsuri’s hand busied itself with your boob, squeezing through your top before piping in, “Listen to how pretty our girl sounds, Oba.” She redirected her attention to you, leaning against your side as Obanai rocked your hips against his. “Don’t be shy. Let us hear you.” With each pass of his stiff erection against your cunt, you couldn’t help but get louder. Desperately, your hips worked down against his, brain turning to mush.

Low grunts fell from his lips, slanted eyes struggling to stay open.. Soft kisses were planted against the back of your neck, hands sneaking under your flowy top. Obanai was busy grinding you down against him, taking in every sound that tumbled from your lips. Mitsuri tugged your shirt off, tossing it aside and grinning to herself. “So beautiful.” She hurried, planting kisses against the skin of your neck and trailed down to your collarbone. Both sets of hands felt like they were everywhere. Obanai was getting harder by the second with every brush against you, face burying into your shoulder. As soon as the pleasure built up, it was being taken away from you just as fast. Obanai held you firmly against his lap, glancing over at his fiance. She nodded in response, seemingly reading his mind before speaking, “This moment would be really pretty with pictures.” Mitsuri fished through her pockets for her phone, free hand motioning towards the bedroom. He nodded, easing you over onto the couch and getting up. “How about we move this to our room?” In stunned silence, you sat there staring up at him. It was still hard to believe that people like Obanai and Mitsuri wanted to sleep with you. Your own boyfriend hadn’t even touched you in months.

Mitsuri got up next, yanking you up by the hand like a feather. She had always been ridiculously strong, but it never ceased to shock you. The couple guided you along the short hall, excitedly pushing into the bedroom. The room looked like a mash up between the two of them. There were obviously comforts that neither of them were able to give up, one example being a cute white and green comforter. The other things that stood out painfully were the black curtains and bedside tables. Obanai sat on the edge of the bed, hands tugging his gray skull shirt over his head. All the while, Mitsuri was quick to work, tugging you to their bed and tossing you onto the mattress. Shyness took hold of you momentarily, leaving you unable to look her in the eye. She giggled and crawled onto the bed, pretty thighs caging yours. “Before me and Obanai overwhelm you, let me make up for all of the TLC you’ve been missing out on. Tell me baby, how long’s it been?’

The question made you feel a bit shy and slightly inexperienced. It had been months since Sanemi last touched you. It had been your birthday actually come to think of it. “M-My birthday.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh that’s just not gonna work. How could he not touch you?” As she spoke, her hands slid up your front, resting against your chest. The only thing that stood between Mitsuri and your tits was the bra you’d picked out that morning. “Please Suri.” White hot need radiated through your body. You wanted Mitsuri to finish what her fiance had started moments before in the living room. A sly smile let up her face and she leaned down into your neck, sucking a few spots on the tender flesh. Her right hand ran down your stomach and into your shorts, brushing her thumb against something nice. “Fuck, Mitsuri.”

Mitsuri whispered, “It hasn’t even gotten good yet.” She swirled tight circles against your clit through damp panties, relishing in the way your head dipped back against the pillows. Click. You looked around the room for the source of the sound, only to be met with the sight of Obanai on the other end of the bed with his phone in his hand. There was no doubt in your hazy mind that he’d just snapped a picture of you and Mitsuri. “What was that for?” A soft whine left your lips like a poor attempt at a question. He chuckled and tossed the phone on the green comforter before answering, “Just something for Shinazugawa. Don’t worry about it. Just work on feeling good for us.” Something was so final about his voice that it left your brain reeling for a way to answer him. The only way you could was moaning as Mitsuri’s fingers dipped under your panties in favor of your soaked cunt. She swirled mean circles against your clit while whispering sweet nothing in your ear. Everything she did was meaningful, from her praise to just how gently she was touching you. Anytime your boyfriend had touched you, he did it rough, quick. She was clearly enjoying this and taking her sweet time.

That familiar built up was coming back hard and fast, only giving you time to grip the covers desperately. Mitsuri only sped up her ministrations in an effort to get you off, sending you over the edge. She prolonged your orgasm, thrumming her fingers against your clit in an effort to draw it out. The next thing you knew, she was pulling her hand out of your pants to get a taste from her fingers. “Mmm. Obi, you’re missing out. She tastes sweet.” He tugged at his pants, dropping them to his ankles and kicking them aside. “I’ll have plenty of time to taste her later.” He pushed Mitsuri onto her back, climbing over her center, “Let me have a little fun, pretty.” Just watching them made you feel uncomfortable between your legs. As if they’d done it times before, she stripped off her shirt and tossed it aside. You hadn’t even noticed she was wearing no bra, simply because you hadn’t been staring. But, now you wondered how you never noticed. She pressed her breasts together, smothering his cock. His hips jolted forward, tip peeking out from between her boobs with each thrust. You wanted to be involved, even if it was overstepping. They both just looked too good to turn a blind eye to.

You crawled up the bed, leaning down over her chest to take the tip in your mouth with each thrust. Obanai couldn’t help but reach for his phone laid beside them. The two girls under him looked like angels and he’d be damned if Sanemi didn’t see what he was. His hips stuttered as you entered the mix, eyes screwed shut from the feeling of your mouth paired with Mitsuri’s breasts. His slanted eyes cracked open only a bit to snap a picture focusing on how beautiful you and his finance looked together. The tip bumped against your lips a final time and he let go, cumming faster than he had in a long time. Your mouth engulfed him quickly, trying to swallow as much as you could. His head fell back at that, hands moving to grip your hair. Mitsuri giggled between the two, looking up at Obanai, “She’s so needy, right, baby? Give her a treat for how good she’s doing?”

Another camera click

You swallowed around him one last time before leaning up to look at Mitsuri. She had grabbed her phone and snapped a picture while you were sucking off Obanai. The only question in the back of your mind was what is she planning on doing with the pictures? The ravenette moved off of Mitsuri before focusing his attention on you, “You deserve some love too after being so patient for us. You can give us another orgasm, right?” His voice sounded uncharacteristically kind, like it wasn’t meant for you almost. He’d only ever referred to the pink haired woman so sweetly. Still, you nodded and sat up, undoing your bra for both prying pairs of eyes. Obanai reached down and tugged at your shorts, knocking you flat onto your back. He had no problem taking your shorts or panties off, tossing them aside without a care. His hand gripped your knee and pushed it to the side to spread you out. His eyes lit up as he stared at your dripping cunt saying the first thing on his mind. “Love, you have to get over here and see how pretty our girl’s pussy is.”

Mitsuri excitedly scrambled over, dropping to her knees at the edge of the bed. She settled herself between your legs to get a good look, “Wow, Sanemi is missing out on this.” She leaned over and yanked her phone off of the bed, passing it to Obanai. “Take a few pictures. I’m gonna show Shinazugawa how to eat his ex-girlfriend’s pussy right.” Ex-girlfriend? You hadn’t even thought of him as one, until now. Maybe that would be the right title for him. He nodded and fumbled through her phone for the camera app. A manicured finger spread you open, admiring the leftover from your previous orgasm. She made quick work of you, burying her face between your legs. Her tongue licked a stripe up your slit, moving to immediately focus on your waiting clit. She sucked the nub into her mouth, latching on. Your moans only filled the room, egging her on to continue. Click. Click. Two more clicks broke the heated moment. Obanai was at the end of the bed, snapping pictures of his fiance between your thighs. A blush spread along his face and down his neck at the lewd action. He thought the two of you looked beautiful together, savoring every sound that left your lips and Mitsuri’s obvious excitement. She always said she had enough love to share anyways. He didn’t think he had more to share than he had given to Mitsuri. Maybe he had been wrong this entire time. Your fingers curled into Mitsuri’s hair and you whined, “I’m close. Please. Pleassee.” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore. All you knew was that she was making you cum better than your ex-boyfriend ever had. As you came, your thighs clenched around her head. She squealed and kept going, pleasure teetering into buzzing overstimulation. “Oh my god!!” Obanai turned on the video with a ding, catching the moment on camera. He wanted Sanemi to see his soon-to-be-wife that he spoke so badly of pleasuring his now ex-girlfriend.

The longer Mitsuri flicked her tongue over your abused bud, the overstimulated buzzing began to build into pleasure. You were going to cum again so fast, but this felt different than any you’d had before. “Suri, doesn’t feel right, stop.” As you whined her name and weakly tried to push her head away, she only ate more persistently. Then, the dam broke.

Arousal soaked Mitsuri’s face, the green comforter, and the floor leaving you gasping for air. And Obanai had caught it on video. Everything from the surprised look adorning your face, to the mess you had made on their bed and Mitsuri. She leaned back on her ankles and licked her lips, turning to look up at the camera with a smile. He clicked the video off and tossed the phone back on the bed, leaning down to kiss her. The taste on her lips was undoubtedly you. Sweet and slightly bitter. Perfect.

As they separated, Mitsuri whispered, “I’d love to see you make our pretty girl feel good.” He nodded and pressed his lips to hers once more before standing up. He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them aside. You weakly looked up at him, eyes wandering down. He was a little smaller than Sanemi, but he had a bit more of a curve that made it look all the more intimidating. You were finally getting a good look at him and you nearly felt inexperienced. Obanai grabbed your ankle, tugging you closer to the edge. “Is this okay?” Consent had never sounded so hot before. “Yes.”

He smiled, scars stretching it out a bit. Everything tonight proved that Obanai was different from who Sanemi claimed him to be. Everything about him had been thoughtful, gentle, and far sweeter than you could have expected. From the way he reassured you, to the way he slowly began to thrust into you. He hooked your legs around his waist, burying himself inside of you until his hips pressed against your thighs. Obanai quietly whispered sweet nothings to you, but the one that stuck out was, “Your body is so beautiful.” The praise only brought on some complicated feelings, making your clit throb as he grinded into you. Finally, he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting in quickly. It was almost enough to knock your breath out. Even the way he fucked was different. In all of the times you’d ever had Sanemi, he was rough and in a hurry. Obanai was savoring you with deep strokes, eyebrows wrinkling together in concentration.

Another unmistakable click could be heard from the side of the bed. Mitsuri was enthusiastically taking pictures, grinning to herself. Surely Sanemi would regret ever talking to his girlfriend or bestfriend in such a way. He drove you right into their arms and bed after all, and she wasn’t ashamed of it in the slightest.

Obanai groaned with each thrust, your walls squeezing him tightly. He was embarrassingly close, but so were you. “I’m pulling out.” Unsure of what you were thinking, you hooked your legs tightly around his waist. “Please. Inside.” He gasped and his head fell forward, spilling inside of you and triggering your own orgasm. Mitsuri was more than excited, “Make sure she doesn’t waste a drop.”

He nodded and pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. Mitsuri kneeled between your legs, taking a few pictures before sending all of the pictures and the video to Obanai’s phone.”Can you send those to you-know-who? I’ll stay here and clean up our girl.” Obanai gaev a thumbs up and walked back to the living room to grab his phone. The hallway stretched on longer than usual as he contemplated with himself. Would it be right to send this to his friend after a petty fight? Absolutely. Everything about it was serious to him. From him insulting Mitsuri to you. He was beyond irritated. Sanemi deserved what he had coming.

—-

Sanemi had been lying in bed when his phone pinged. He groaned and leaned over, grabbing it from the night stand. The first text message from Obanai in over a week. Maybe he’d finally come to his senses and realized that the fight was stupid.

The first message popped up.

Obanai: Hope you’re alright with not being my best man anymore and down a girlfriend. 🖕

Lavender eyes immediately darted to the next message, then the next. No fucking way. He did not. He did.

Sanemi: You’re fucking dead!

Obanai: Not like you like big women anyways. We’ll be by to grab her things in the morning. 👍

[mitsurikanrcji]

the battle comes to an end!