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uchu-no-bashira · 5 months ago

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Sultry Patience - Gyomei x OC!Kiana

Authors Note: I say that this is for pride month because my OC is very Pansexual/Demisexual. Sorry if you don't like OC works, buuutt you can always scroll! Anyway, hope you enjoy it, if you don't you don't.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Long read, Mentions of alcohol, Teasing, Anal fingering, Power play, Submission/Domination, Pegging, Sex Toys, Nipple play, Sensory overload, Slight Sadism, Slight Spanking, Mentions of Bodily Fluids, Consensual sex between adults over the age of 21, Oral sex, Cunnilingus, Black character because she is.

…“I wanted to know if you… Wanted to help me try something new in the, uh, bedroom?” Kiana pauses for a moment, looking the man up and down before turning around to face him.

“Something new? I would love to, but we have to be at the party soon and you know, when it comes to us, we take at least an hour or two.” She giggles, taking her finger and dragging it along his chest. “For you, though? Anything. They’ll be alright without us. What did you have in mind, Gyomei?”

Making an almost unsure hum, he rests his hands on Kiana’s hips and mumbles, “Let’s take a shower first? And we’ll need lube.” Kiana nods her head, then begins to lead him back to the bathroom. “Oh, and make sure you clean under your nails, love.” He says sternly, listening to Kiana chortle before she agrees to said demands.

“I’ll take a few of em off…”

Kiana wasn’t quite expecting her night to go like this, with her sight befalling one of the most beautiful physiques she’d ever seen. Rippling abdominals, toned lats and two incredibly strong forearms rest restrained up above Gyomei’s head. The one detail she loved most from her view of Gyomei’s visage was the soft, unmistakable undertone of bashfulness painted upon it. The large man’s chest lifted slowly with anticipation and longing, his lips part and his thick member twitched a few inches above his hardened stomach as he exhaled. Sweat glistens along his skin and the half-lidded look of pure arousal that takes residence in his eyes fills the pit of Kiana’s stomach with an overwhelming sense of control. She knew very well he could snap the bindings holding his wrists together, but he instead chose to be at the mercy of her every whim.

It would have been rude for her not to indulge herself in his features, pressing her open palms beneath his massive thigh in one hand, gently stroking her thumb against the hairy surface as she marveled his being. He looked so perfect on his back, so submissive. She couldn’t help but blush the slightest bit as she turned her head to the side, brushing her nose against the inner skin of his knee and pressing warm, close-mouthed kisses to his flesh.

“Mmm, you behave so well.” She cooed softly as he stifled a soft moan. Lower she goes, leaving a blazing trail of wet kisses until she reaches his femoral artery, smiling when he flinches beneath her touch and a pleasured sound is caught at the back of Gyomei’s throat. She doesn’t let up, dragging her wet muscle up and down, kissing slowly and sensually along cooled skin before moving further along.

Kiana continues her barrage, reaching his lower abdomen to follow his happy trail upward. The sound of the binding being pulled augmented with the strained grunts of his waning patience. When Kiana pulled her pouty lips from his abdomen, Gyomei sighed and opened his teary eyes. Now, at full mast, the Stone Hashira was as stiff as his title’s sake.

“It’s too much…” He grunts, baring his teeth and holding his head back. Sensations for Gyomei could, sometimes, be overwhelming. And, if not careful, it could cause the man a great deal of pain. But, if done correctly, euphoria would come just as naturally as breathing. Kiana wanted him to feel everything that she was doing and wanted him to writhe beneath her in absolute pleasure. It was consensual, of course, but that didn’t make it any less sadistic.

The interested woman readjusts herself between Gyomei’s powerful thighs, finding comfort in the way her new harness squeezed the cuff of her ass tightly, but comfortably. She prolongs his waiting, making sure that she applied her nipple clamps on him just right. Not too tight, not too loose. She turns the device to level one, biting her bottom lip from the tantalizing sight of Gyomei beginning to cry again, exhaling lustfully when his tip glistens the slightest bit.

“Remember our safe word, ‘Mei~.” She whispers, taking the pads of her fingertips and softly brushing them against each one of his sensitive cheekbones as she holds his face. Gyomei nods his head, giving a wavering, ‘yes, mistress.’ In response from the stimulation of his areolas. Kiana’s heated fingertips tease Gyomei’s flushed skin. It wasn’t enough to make him whine, but it was enough to make his thick cock react. Each touch was like electricity, moving from his chest, spiraling in his stomach and sparking at his rounded tip.

Closing his eyes, Gyomei’s abs brace from the tingle of a few delicate, coffin-tipped nails tickling his skin, making him pant slightly, almost pulling a giggle from his chest from how feather-light it was. Kiana begins dragging her nails from his chest, pushing downward to reach his upper abdomen, then to his diaphragm and finally, each of his flanks.

Unable to hold back the chesty moan that left his throat, Gyomei undulates as she massages each nerve ending, fighting to keep his hips from bucking into the air while pulling in a sharp breath through his teeth. Kiana smirks at him again, enjoying the reaction to such a minute, gentle touch, one that she knew was only effectuated by her hands. She teases his adonis belt with single digits, writing her name in cursive upon them and taking in the resounding hum her lover makes.

With one sweltering palm, Kiana grabs Gyomei’s girth and angles her head. It was amazing to think that something that big ravaged her insides from time to time, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like covered in her juices when he thrust himself into her. More enticing a thought; what would it look like slathered in his own cum? Inquiring minds died to know. Sooner than later, she’d have her answer. Stroking his length at a painfully slow pace, Kiana experiments with her lover.

She drags the pad of her thumb downward, pulling back his foreskin and all but trilling at the sight of his pretty pink tip. Her opening begins to slobber upon the silicone object pushed into her warmth as she leans down to kitten lick the underside of his length and trace the veins until they imprint upon her tongue. As Kiana’s head bobs up and down, Gyomei chokes back guttural grunts. His hips begin rolling impatiently with an aching need, desperate to reach that sensation of release. “Ah~”

He could hear the lathering sound of her wet muscle delving beneath his foreskin and could sense every inch of it swirling the tip of his sensitive member. He begins to prod a tight, spongy surface, slipping in and out, curving over each of Kiana’s salivating adenoids. Gyomei gasps when her tongue maneuvers its way through his slit and he bites back a groan, all but holding his breath when her cheeks suck in and she slurps the accumulated mess from his member. “Oh my God…” He moans breathily, allowing his jaw to go slack.

Kiana’s head pulls up, breaking the soothing stimulation and leaving an obscene string of saliva that connects to the pillow plush of her thick lips. “Mmm~ Do you know how good you taste?” She purred, stroking his length again while pressing her thumb against his slit. Kiana rolls her own hips in a circular motion, using the inserted end of her harness to rub against her g-spot and satiate her growing desire. This meant she could take all night with Gyomei if she wanted, but she wouldn’t be that cruel.

“N-no… M-mistress…” He pants, squeezing his nails into the beds of his palms, listening to the indecent squelch between her legs and the soft moans that barely took full form in her voice box. It was all so much. The tickling fabric of Kiana’s silk sheets, the sting of rope hugging his wrists and forearms, the mouth watering drip of Kiana’s soaking heat and the irresistible scent of her citrus body wash all paired so well together, making a cocktail of unbridled arousal. He could almost feel himself drowning in the outside stimulus, the pleasure of it all causing him to tear up again.

Remember those nails she said she’d take off? Well, as Kiana takes her time applying lubrication, the pad of her right middle finger rubs steady circles around the ring of his opening. She purrs out sounds of encouragement whilst adorning the flushed color of his face. “You know I’ll be gentle. Relax for me.” She whispered, slathering more of the warm, water-based lubricant against his hole, massaging the massive girth of his member with her left hand and picking up a bit of speed as she goes.

“Hah~... Mmmn…” He was almost unable to speak from the sensation of her finger delving into a place it’d never been before. He leans into the feeling of her heated digit, shivering beneath Kiana's touch. With an exasperated whine, Gyomei waits patiently, obediently at the command of his mistress and his face begins to shade a deeper Ruby pigment. There were eyes on his body, he could feel it. Kiana’s whimsical but penetrating gaze, the heat of the lights in the room and the weight of the air teasing his delicate, raised scars. The rate of her heartbeat signaled that she was getting off on this.

“Almost ready, Mei. Sorry it’s taking so long, I just don’t want to hurt you… Dos this feel good?” She mumbles in a raspy tone, pumping her small middle finger deeper into him while readjusting herself again, her head lowered and tongue swirling the tip of Gyomei’s girth while watching his facial expression with doe-shaped eyes.

The sight of his jaw going slack again and his sightles eyes rolling in his head compels the brown-skinned woman to force her hips down onto the pleasure device pushed against her sweet spot. She emits a lecherous moan while lewdly lapping at him, swallowing him up like a fresh drink of water. With each roll of her provocative tongue and prod with her deft fingers, Gyomei falls further into the rabbit hole of pleasure and whines out an uncharacteristically impatient sound. Imagine his surprise when Kiana uses the slick from her watering mouth to slip a second dexterous finger inside him.

The Stone Hashira couldn’t ignore the goosebumps on his arms, or every hair rising on the back of his neck, standing on edge with every warm puff of air against his foreskin. The way her tongue swirled around his puffy, wet tip was becoming increasingly unbearable. “Mistress...” He groans as light tears cover the surface of his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as Kiana pumps her fingers in and out of his rectum with ease. “Hoshi.” Gyomei pants, his length throbbing and twitching as he begins to feel agonizing pressure build steadily in his abdomen.

Pulling her head back from his pelvis, Kiana hums sultrily, repositioning herself above him once again. “Mhn~ Okay. I’ll take it easy since I still have things I want to try~” Kiana giggles, flashing him an unseen, shit-eating grin. The larger male could hear the pending mischief in the tone of her faded voice, the sound sending a subtle enthrallment through his body. Gyomei nods at her statement, his breath hitching as she slowly pulls each digit from his heated core. While looking down at him, the Universe Hashira lifts a brow. “Hm? I can’t hear you, Himejima.” She states curtly, firmly gripping his length in her heated palm.

“Yes, mistress.” He uttered through a strangled breath, flexing his wrists against the bindings so tightly that the muscles and veins in his arms protruded more than normal. The sight warrants a predatory growl from Kiana, leaving her with the thought of how helpless this powerful being was beneath her tiny finger tips. Satisfied with the response, the smaller woman grabs a silicone toy, it was no more than about five or six inches long and slightly thick.

Kiana releases Gyomei’s length and takes the dildo into both hands so that she can fit it into the base of her harness ring. Once secure, she adjusts and tightens the belt on each side until the phallic toy is lined up to the perfect height. Grabbing the lubrication, popping the top and rubbing it lightly into each palm, she begins to lather the sex toy, biting her bottom lip excitedly. Using the remaining fluid, Kiana brushes her palms along his inner thigh at a snail’s pace, all while giving a warm, gentle smile. “Are you ready, Mei’?”

“Yes, mistress.” He answers swiftly. He’d beg if he only had the permission to do so, but his words of desire were shackled by the command of his mistress who told him to only say yes or no. His patience was running thin as he felt Kiana hesitate to line up with his mildly stretched rectum. Gyomei’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, holding back the soft whine slowly pushing through his nostrils in a controlled breath. Once his lungs are empty, he feels a slippery, filling sensation as Kiana eases the sex toy inside him. Through a guttural moan, Gyomei cries out in pleasure, his length throbbing with each slow, deep stroke into his prostate.

“That’s such a pretty sight~” Kiana murmurs, watching his tip steadily ooze precum while guiding one hand over a set of rippling muscles to rest on his hip. “Your handsome face. Your extraordinary voice. The way your body trembles beneath my fingers. Am I pleasing you properly, Gyomei?” She asks rhetorically, scanning every inch of his sweaty body with her galactic irises, only stopping once she met his sightless gaze.

“Y-yes, Mistress!” He sobs, craning his neck to the side as the object pushes deeper. Kiana thrusts her hips at a steady pace, gripping Gyomei’s hips tight enough to leave an imprint with her remaining nails. What caught her by surprise was the way Gyomei moved his hips downward onto the sex toy, fucking himself deeper with wild abandon. Kiana matches his pace, taking note of how close he was getting - the signs all over his reddened face and flushed body.

“Feels… So good… Kiana.” He husks out, opening his watery eyes and turning to face in her direction. His mind had been steadily breaking from the overwhelming, gentle vibrations radiating through each of his areola that made a beeline to the pit of his stomach and paired perfectly with the pleasure of his core being massaged. “May I cum, mistress?” He whines.

A thousand butterflies taking flight at once fills the cavity of Kiana’s chest from the sound that left his mouth. He’d never said her name in such an enraptured tone before, but it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. In response, her heat clenches around the pleasure device deep inside her, spasming incessantly and covering it with an abundance of slick that leaks over the bottom of the harness and drips slowly onto the bed.

“Hold on just a little more, my love.” She spoke erotically, angling her hips down and thrusting slowly. “I wish to know the extent of your control.” A muffled moan spreads through the room when Gyomei throws his head back, mouth agape while trying to keep together the small fragments of his coherence. Another, shaken, ‘Yes… Mistress…’ leaves the booming cavity of his chest, coercing Kiana to smirk with delight.

She decides that making the over-sensitive man wait much longer was a crime and that she would absolutely love to see him make a mess of himself. Kiana pushes her hips until they connect with his holding herself there as she reaches for the medium sized vibrator that connected to his nipple clamps. Once it was in her grasp, the bronze-skinned woman gives Gyomei’s prostate some slack before shifting the dildo to press upward onto his g-spot.

“Hahh!~ Agh!~ M-mmm…Mistr-” Euphoria suffuses the body so powerfully that the Stone Hashira chokes on each syllable and every vowel. That wasn’t the end of his torment, though. Kiana takes the rounded vibrator, placing it on the base of his testicles, turning the vibration level up to four. “AH~ Kiana!~” Gyomei whimpers as the muscles in his legs, abdominals and arms flex while his balls tighten.

“Wait.” She announces sternly through his unrestrained sounds of pleasure, keeping her eyes on his tip as fluid pushes itself to the surface through his clenching. Using slick from her opening, Kiana uses her free hand to massage Gyomei’s length, twisting her wrist in gentle circles and moving her hips forward. “Cum for me.”

Something inside him snaps. Maybe it was that final, hair-thin thread of pleasure, or maybe it was the expanse of Gyomei’s psyche as his distinguished poise crumbles like wood into ash. Either way, an explosive moan erupts from his chest and thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out onto his abdominals as he groans in relief. It spills like lava, traveling down his length and pooling onto his pelvis. His chest heaves uncontrollably as he tries to catch his breath from the sheer power of his own orgasm.

Kiana watches his body tense up and trills from the sight of his pleasure, giggling as she removes herself from his entrance and leans down to clean him with her mouth and tongue. She swallows every ounce of his seed before pushing her lips over his sensitive tip and bobbing her head for another five minutes before he erupts again. Ever the guzzler she was, making sure not to leave a mess behind, even going as far as to lick her lips. “I see you've been eating an abundance of pineapples.” She chuckles.

“Mmmn…” He rasps, remaining silent for a few moments to enjoy his respite. Kiana makes her way off of the bed and maneuvers the harness from her lower half. As the slick-covered dildo slips out of her canal, she moans softly then sanitizes and puts all of the pieces in their corresponding place. Gyomei, having finally caught his breath, snaps his bindings with ease and unravels it from around his forearms before tossing them into the nearby trash bin.

Kiana walks around her apartment, ass-out, looking for her bottoms that she’d flung somewhere or another. “Where on Earth are my goddamn pants?” She mumbles, looking left and right with both hands on her hips. As she looked around, Gyomei had moved in front of her closet, arms folded and eyes closed with a smirk on his face.

“I hid them in a place only I could reach when you went to change into your harness. You should really tie up your victims before leaving them alone around your things.” He chuckles, lifting his eyes slowly. “I feel like… You lied. You said you’d never done that before.” He tones a bit sternly, with a playful lilt. Kiana purses her lips, blinking at him while holding her hands up as if to say ‘dunno.’ “I never lied. I said I’d never done that with you before. So…” Before she could even finish her sentence, Gyomei snatches her up and throws her over his shoulder. His large palm comes up, almost tearing through the wind before making contact on Kiana’s ass with a resounding slap. The smaller woman yelps, feeling the bridge of her face heat up as she covers her mouth. “Gyomei! What are you doing? We have to go~”

He moves her back to the bed, gaining consent to tie her hands above her head. He kisses her from the curve of her neck, to the mound of her mons pubis before spreading her legs and holding them in place. As his head lowers, Gyomei speaks in soothing decibels, setting in place the rules of their night. “It’s ‘Sir’ to you. Only yes or no…” He whispers, kissing her inner thigh. “Have Siri text the others and tell them you’ll be late. I wish to test the extent of your control.”

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