#demon slayer imagine

[married-to-google-translater]

How do you think muzan would react to an Uppermoon that has the most random, laughable and confusing thoughts while meetings? Like he'll be reading their mind trying to stay serious and not start to laugh. What makes it even better is that you always look so serious.

Muzan Kibutsuji

I honestly don't know which is scarier... What you think or Muzan's laugh.

Okay, you're probably really powerful.

Because otherwise Muza would find you mostly annoying.

He wants to maintain his fearsome reputation.

Or at least he pretends you're annoying.

Muzan's sense of humor would surely be twisted in some way.

Gyokko is his favorite upper moon so it can't be normal...

Muzan would have been annoyed the first few times.

He really wouldn't have been able to prepare for something like this.

Couldn't you concentrate for a moment and think of something useful?

No you can't lol.

Muzan doesn't really read your mind in public very often anymore.

But you notice that sometimes you are alone in his company.

You are the only one who sees Muza laughing.

You should be careful about this.

Otherwise, your life will be surprisingly short.

[angelltheninth]

Could I request Akaza, Doma, Tengen, and Muzan receiving a lap pillow and headpats from their s/o?

Sure! Such a sweet request!

Pairing: Akaza, Douma, Tengen Uzui, Muzan x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, flirting, playful biting, hand kisses, domestic fluff, denial of feelings

A/N: A whole range with these guys.

Akaza would resist the headpats only because he would think they're making him look vulnerable. You would need to force, or rather trick him into doing so by first kissing him and pushing his head lower, making him think he's getting a different treat and then when he has his head down you'd start giving him soft headpats. He would tell you he hates it, he would think he hates it, to distract you with biting your thighs slowly and try to distract you from the fact that he's slowly relaxing into your touch.

Douma loves affection from you in any form you're giving it. He nuzzles against your lap like a cat and pushes closer to your hands, his fangs grazing bare skin as you thread your fingers into his hair. Barely able to keep himself from flipping the tables on you and pushing you in his own lap but you insist that he needs to be taken care of sometimes too. He does a lot for the people around him so you want to pay him back with just as much affection. Will bite your hands if you get too close to his mouth.

Tengen wants nothing more then to relax after a long day while you give him headpats and a massage. You untie his ponytail carefully, his soft hair falling over his neck as he smiles and turns on his back to smile up at you. He loves your lap and thighs but your face is a lot prettier to look at. Don't be shy now, keep going, he just began to relax. He kisses the tips of his fingers and reaches up to press them against yours, a little kiss for you, for being so sweet to him all the time. Would give you a real one but he's too comfy in your lap.

Muzan is the who initiates this, walking to you and laying his head in your lap no questions asked. You already know what he wants so you begin giving him headpats right away, asking how his operations are progressing. He's the type to ask for affection silently, almost demanding it but it doesn't matter when you give it so willingly anyway. It's not a secret that he always wants you so there's no real need for words between you two anymore, you give him your love, always and forever.

[xxsabitoxx]

Virgin Giyu...

A/N: Between that AI pic of Giyu in a suit & Peach’s (@peachdues) The Great War coming soon, Giyu has been a lingering thought on my mind recently… also if it ain’t clear… smut >:)

Virgin Giyu, who’s trembling from a mix of excitement and anxiety as your fingers slowly undo the buttons of his uniform.

Virgin Giyu, who’s turning deep shades of crimson as you talk him through everything you’re doing to him.

Virgin Giyu, who’s breath is coming out in quiet pants as your fingers trail down the milky expanse of his chest. Feeling the way his heart is thrumming against his ribcage in anticipation.

Virgin Giyu, who’s never been shy about his body until he’s completely exposed before you. Quietly wondering if his body is enough, if you’re pleased by what you’re being presented with.

Virgin Giyu, who’s blush is seeping all the way down to his chest as you shower him in compliments, lips and tongue gliding along his warm skin… Goosebumps following in their wake.

Virgin Giyu, who’s gnawing at his bottom lip until it’s red and swollen, trying to keep any and every noise he makes hidden as you fall to your knees before him, quietly asking his permission.

Virgin Giyu, who’s getting overwhelmed but is too shy to say it, eyes darting from yours to try and find some sort of confidence and pray you don’t notice his building anxiety.

Virgin Giyu, who’s shivering as your hands run along his thighs in a soothing manner, promising that you can stop if he’s feeling too nervous to keep going. That his feelings are important.

Virgin Giyu, who’s building anxiety fades again from your reassurance, shaking his head at your offer to stop and quietly encouraging you to keep going. He wants this, badly.

Virgin Giyu, who can’t stop the noise that he makes when your hands gingerly wrap around the length of his cock. Feeling it hot and heavy under your fingers, twitching with need as pre leaks from his irritated and needed tip… begging to be touched further.

Virgin Giyu, who’s hand finds its way to your hair, gripping it tighter than he ever intended as your tongue licks a fat, wet stripe along the underside of his cock.

Virgin Giyu, who’s hips are jerking upwards against his will, thighs twitching as his breathing comes out in short, desperate pants. Hazy eyes focused on the way you take him into your mouth.

Virgin Giyu, who comes embarrassingly fast, spilling into your mouth with wide, water eyes and burning hot cheeks. Apologies spilling from his lips as you look a little caught of guard from his sudden and without warning release.

Virgin Giyu, who’s mouth is parted in shock as you pull off of him, swallowing his release before smiling sweetly up at him. Praise leaving your lips as you tell him how good of a boy he is for coming.

Virgin Giyu, who’s nearly out of breath as he assures you he still has enough in him for you to properly take his virginity.

Virgin Giyu, who’s… not a virgin anymore as you press his back against the sheets and sink yourself down on his cock :)

[moumouton4]

Things That Might Be Said When You're Going At It With Them || Demon Slayer characters x fem!reader

A/n : Let's see if I can write for Demon Slayer as well 👀

A/n 2 : Of course Muichiro is aged up. I mean we write for Bakugo or Todoroki as long as they are aged up so I don't see why we couldn't for Muichiro 🤷‍♀️

Warnings : Nsfw, penetrative sex, belly bulge, size kink, rough sex, vanilla sex, riding, mention of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 1322

Giyuu Tomioka : It's likely that he's so stressed that you end up whispering in his ear "Don't worry about anything my love. Just move those hips and make yourself feel good" to get him to focus on something other than his intrusive thoughts. However, sometimes the situation can be reversed depending on whether his mind is clouded by desires. Once he even said "Is it my breathing style that is making you this wet ?" Bruh the audacity he can have when he drops his inibitions "No you don't need it for that. It's only your doing" you said making him blush while his confidence skyrocketed. Now that he was at ease you were in for a good fuck / lovemaking, depending on how you guys decided to take it.

Obanai Iguro : Despite his shyness, he had managed to navigate a relationship with you. However, the vision he had of his appearance proved to be a challenge to handle. You gently caught his jaw in your hand before saying "You can kiss me Obanai. I don't care about those scars. I have my share too" There was also that time when you were naked in front of each other ready to delve into your deepest passion but before he told you "I've taken the day off and I intend to take my time with you...if you'll allow me" by accepting you didn't know that 4 hours later he'd still be thrusting carefully and sensually into you. Well he is related to snakes so... it can take some time.

Sanemi Shinazugawa : He can be very sweet in bed, but most of the time he ends up gripping your hips with his hands as he violently pounds into you "Hey hey careful there boy I still need to walk tomorrow" and that's when he adds "Or I could carry you all day. I put up with your ass every day that's the same" he would add playfully. But he's not always like that sometimes his voice breaks the successions of groans and moans and he asks in full vulnerability "Can you hold me a little tighter please ?" and in moments like that when he just needs to feel you there, your heart swells with love for him as you tighten your grip on him, grounding him in the current moment.

Tengen Uzui : This guy and his size kink belly. Sometimes he puts his large hand on your tummy just to feel his shaft move inside you "Tengen you're liking this a bit too much" you teased when you felt him throb inside of you just after he felt the slight bulge in your belly. He gave you back his signature wide grin "Of course I like it ! To have a partner who can take me as well as you is... flamboyant !" he said the last word breathlessly. Then he looked at you a little more seriously and caringly "Do you think I could speed it up a bit ?" he really wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting you. You wrapped your legs around him before answering "Go ahead mister show me how flashy you can be" and with that you were sure he wasn't going to hold anything back.

Muichiro Tokito : Even though he used to have memory troubles, there was one thing he never forgot, and that was how to make you feel good. Thanks to physical memory. As his hips worked meticulously to hit that spot over and over again you whined "Please h-honey" he immediately understood from the urgency in your voice and the way you spasmed around him that you were close. He tried to unhook your legs which were wrapped around his waist "Spread your legs Y/n let me rub your clitoris" he said gently. Of course it only took a few seconds for you to obey, knowing that once again he was going to bring you to ecstasy. When he felt you tighten up he asked "Does that feel good ?" and when you only responded with a little whine he pressed on your clit making you buck your hips upwards. He was such a tease sometimes but at the end he always fulfilled the mission he'd set himself.

Tanjiro Kamado : He's so good and soft, it's like making love to a cloud - if that's even possible lmao. You've said to him several times "You know you can go harder Tanjiro I ain't gonna break '' and each time he completes your requests as if that's all he was waiting for. But he's still the most caring person you've ever meet, sometimes a little too much "Y/n is everything all good ? Do you need a break ?A glass of water ?" and sometimes you have to stifle your chuckles or prevent the side eye "You've just put the tip don't worry I can take way more of you" and that's all it takes to get him off to a flying start.

Genya Shinazugawa : Even if he wanted you so much, you don't even know how the heck you managed to get him in your bed. He is so fucking flustered when he's talking to you. So naturally in bed he is more than his usual stuttering mess "Genya please move" you whined. With his voice husky with desire he replied "I-I j-just don't wa-wanna ngh... come y-yet" he knew you wouldn't mind and that he would be able to satisfy you in another way but he had a certain pride in making you come first. So his hand moved down between your two bodies and began to make faster and faster circles on your clit. He grunted as he felt you tighten around him, but with deep breaths he managed to bring you to the brink of orgasm before he pounded into your tight warmth, leading you both to the release you'd been waiting for.

Inosuke Hashibira : The first time was pretty memorable, you remember having to explain to him why you were doing it "Ino it's another way of showing that we love each other. We're not doing it just to create a pack" and he deadpeaned "But one day we'll make one right ?" Bro was just so cute "Sure baby" you said, caressing his cheek as he thrusted gently and carefully into you. "I-I think I understand what you meant" he said bringing a big smile onto your face which he couldn't help but reciprocate.

Zenitsu Agatsuma : Bro is so loud man that's crazy. When you ride him you have to put a pillow on his mouth because the whole Demon Slayer Corps is going to hear how tight you are "Please pretty boy can you tone it down a little. Someone's going to be attracted by all this noise" you slowed your movements to talk to him "But Y/n-chaaaaan you feeel so soooo goooood !!!" he said as loud as ever. If you wanted him to calm down you had to make him feel even better than better, so sex drunk he'd not be able to talk anymore. You put your thumb in his mouth and with your other hand grabbed the base of his cock before squeezing it as you rolled your hips towards his. It wasn't long before his screams were replaced with little squeaks, his hips bucking to meet yours, your thumb securely wrapped between his lips.

Muzan Kibutsuji : You don’t know why and sometimes he tells you it may be because he was another man in a previous life but it doesn’t make it any clearer when he goes “Cause this is thriller, thriller night. And no one's gonna save you. From the beast about to strike” as he fucks you. You just hope he ain’t going to “Heee heee” when he cums. 

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🍨 Again my requests are open 🌯🍩

A/n 2 : Yes the link in Muzan's part leads to Thriller 😂

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

[grapefives]

WHAT WE LIKE | HC

hotaru x fem!reader

fluff + married + stay at home wife reader + this is a bit short

him getting married was something the village NEVER expected

and to a sweet but fierce y/n much less. another shocker!!

anyway, your life with him is… pretty hectic.

at first, as his first relationship, it was quite stressful.

but the two of your were already quite old, looking for something serious so communication came very easily.

affection was quite tuff but soon it was the main expression of love and gratitude.

anyways, you had come up after a long day of selling

while you were a stay at home wife, that didn’t stop you from going up the mountains and giving out lunches to the hard working swordsman, especially that hungry husband of yours.

normally you’d be the first to get home, because of how dangerous night time could be .

despite how protected the village was, you could never be too cautious

but to your dismay, today was quite too long and you got home after dark

and to your surprise, hotaru was already home

“where were you?” he asks with a pout and a huff.

“sorry,” you apologize with a pout, “i had someone ask for so many orders i took all day cooking and packing that’s why i gave you yours first thing in the morning.”

he could see how tired you were, and as soon as you walked over to him, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap

his calloused hands grab your mask and pull it off, revealing your smile, despite how tired you were and looked, you were bright and enchanting in his eyes

“you left dinner before you left, hm?”

“i did,” you sigh and he massages your shoulders, eyes closing.

“let’s eat, hm? i don’t like eating without you.”

you grin, “awe, what a cutie.” you flick his forehead, “but i know you ate already. you just won’t have the second bowl without me.”

he denies it harshly but you laugh hard as he picks you up and carries you to the dining table.

he always places you gently, making sure you’re comfortable.

to your enjoyment, he serves both of you.

and you enjoy the meal a lot more when he tells you about his hatred towards kamado tanjirou and his love for blade polishing.

while you yourself knew how to make blades, you’d much rather hear about it than do it.

as hotaru says “you weren’t made for that.”

and he makes sure you’re pampered for the rest of the night.

a nice bath. a nice scrub. a nice change of clothes.

and a warm cuddle to fall asleep in.

oh, and that warm kiss of your forehead. along with whispered praises and hopes to see each other in the morning.

[yinses]

pairing: gn! reader x hantengu clones (sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi) rating: explicit warnings: absolute filth with no plot. oral sex, creampie, unprotected sex. general demon shenanigans that i'll be speak to my therapist about under duress a/n: nobody @ me about this. blame this tiktok and many more that came before. i'm going back on hiatus before i embarrass myself more.

they never split off with out reason or insentive. it certainly took you a few years to realize as shared body between several minds meant just as many twisted ambitions and desires. around you, they were rarely ‘one’. the singularity know as hantengu was meant to fold itself as a rouse inorder not to seem as a challenge to the other ranked upper demons; there was enough posturing within the top three alone.

but frankly, it was hardly an issue, because despite the ceaseless mission appointed by muzan, there was rarely every a need for them to be present as one. or as such had been the truth of the mater for nearly a century now.

it was in this instance, that four minds were better than one truly had the strongest effect. because whereas the rest of their brethren had to divide their time in order to achieve their assignments, the hantegu only needed to divide themselves in order to appease both muzan and you.

SEKIDO

with you sekido’s anger is compressed into the tightest ball of frustration as he tempers every urge to ruin you for himself and everyone else. a heavy groan blows past his lips as his grip on your legs flexes—once, twice and thrice more— as he regains enough clarity not to hurt you as he folds your body into a tighter mating press.

even this fucked out, this absolutely cock drunk and choking on the amount of orgasms he’s drug you through, you have the audacity to look like you could take more. how spoiled you have become during your journey to please all of his brothers. sekido’s fists the sheets above your head as he rolls his hips harder, balls slapping against your ass as he soaks in your soft sighs of pleasure. he absolutely knows you’d let him tears as many climaxes from you as he wanted and still roll over to the others after. the thought should make him so angry—

“am i doing okay, sekido? is it still good for you?”

fuck

sekido ignores you in favor of watching your eyes cross with pleasure as he pounds you raw. and more so, until you're mewling and involuntarily fighting against the firm press of his body as you spaz through the aftershocks.

for once, he wishes he were a lesser man so that he could relish in the scratches that would have surly marked anything other than the demon blood coursing through his veins. but for now, he was satisfied with the sight of his cum leaking from your entrance.

“yes, you were good. always so good for me.”

KARAKU

the only thing karaku was obsessed with more than the sight of you, was the image of you watching yourself from your position bent over with him seated behind. karaku split through his own commands as his hand curls into your hair with a tug, drawing you back just enough where you hovered off the ground. it was a precarious position for you, vulnerable, as you couldn’t rely on the hands tied behind your back to rescue you should he decided to unceremoniously let go.

of course, that was the last thing on your mind as his lips brushed against your ear.

“such a pretty thing you stay. it’s amazing the integrity you manage to cling to despite taking all our cocks.”

he doesn't expect an answer. how could you with how hoarse and wrung out your throat was from the weight of him and the screams. so maybe it was a touch cruel the way his hand landed a harsh slap against your ass when you didn't even try.

“no gratitude for me? after all i’ve done for you?”

what you do release is a strangled moan as he slips out of your heat, while his hand taps the sloppy weight of his cock against the red swell of your backside. his amusement clear as he jerks his fist again to remind you to open your eyes. as expected, those tears came bubbling free the moment your lids opened.

“see that’s what i mean.” with no warning, he slides his cock back home, shoving your face back into the mat. “so.” he pistons again. “fucking.” and again. “pretty.”

you may not be able to speak, but he still manages to make you sob. and for them that is enough.

AIZETSU

he had the echoed memories of his 'brothers'. how they molded your body to be pliable to their needs. it certainly made for an arousing cinematography—seeing you laid out, bent over and put on display for their pleasure. it help him soak in the uniqueness of his own preferences even more as he kept himself upright against the wall.

in his own personal opinion, he thought you looked best like this, tongue lolling sloppy against your lower lip as you slammed down against his thighs. you were an absolute mess as you bounced up and down, finding a rhythm that suited you both. it left aizetsu entranced as he reached out to cup your chest and squeeze.

“you’re beautiful.” and he means it as he pants, running his other hand along the curve of your torso in an offer. eventually your legs would give out, they always did. compared to the fire coursing through your veins as exhaustion strained your muscles, he had not even scratched the surface of his stamina.

and yet despite the glaring facts, you urge yourself through it all, ramping up the intensity as your nails dig into his shoulder for purchase. it’s obviously too much for you and you're bound to pass out at his rate, but you don’t stop. aizetsu can feel the determination emanating from you pushing on regardless, wanting this for more than yourself, for him.

his eyes rolled back and a whimper escaped his lips as he sat back and let you take. its intoxicating everything, your body against his, the way you clench so desperately around his heavy length. and the sounds; sloppy, squelching sounds from the concoction of his releases and yours. his brother’s might call him weak for scumming to something as human as overstimulation.

but if this was what letting you have a sliver of power gave him, then it only strengthened his inclinations.

UROGI

he was aware that each and everyone one of them pushed you past the brink of exhaustion. it couldn’t be helped, even if it was only one of them, you were already facing a steep obstacle. so with this knowledge, it wasn’t necessarily him taking an advantage. you were equally as eager to please as he was to receive.

sometimes he can’t properly handle his need for you. it starts with the possessive arm wrapped under you to bring your slumped form back to your knees as he fucks you through your last peak and into another. he’s relentless as he mouths and bites against your shoulder and neck, fingers stimulating you further as they twist and pinch at your nipples.

at this point, he’s sure the pleasure is numbing; he lost count after ten and didn’t see an end point yet. it could be accounted as cruel, the way he angles his hips to reach even deeper inside. but even as the perpetrator, you would never complain. instead, tears roll down your cheeks as you clench around him anyway, soaking in the endless strings of curses falling from his lips.

“you want more don’t you? you always do.” had to, no doubt conditioned from their attentions to only want them and nothing else.

urogi still gets you to scream, every time beyond this point, as he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into you. you were amazing, always exceeding their expectations despite the way they were surely running you into the ground.

and maybe in, perhaps not. to him, you’d already earned your worth. pephas with time, it would amount to something above mortality.

you’d already given up on humanity after all.

[dahliamalfoy97]

FEAST - Upper Moons, Muzan x Y/N reader

MuzanxKokushiboxDoumaxReader

Synopsis: Muzan calls for a meeting with the 3 Upper Moons and his wife is just s little greedy and Muzan decides to share her.

Warning: SMUT 18+ explicit content, slight dub con, group sex, rough sex, threesomes, choking, slapping, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, slight blood kink, masochism, voyeurism? Monster kink, size kink, oral sex, mentions of kidnapping, murder,violence. So much going on in this.

A/N: first time writing a big group sex thing so it’s probably a bit cringey at times and it’s not edited so there’s probably lots of errors. I am such a simp for these four and have been trying to put them together the best I could. Anyways, hope you enjoy and don’t say I didn’t warn ya 😏

Word count: 7,102

"Y/N," Master Muzan calls from the dining hall, "please bring some of that wine out here."

You hurriedly, grab the bottle and a glass from the cabinet and rush out to the dining room. You freeze for a moment when you arrive. Noticing the Master isn't alone- there's 2 Upper Moon demons siting at the table, your master at the center while one of them sits at his left and the other at his right.

Moonstruck, you cautiously, approach the table, taking in all  the guests in a mixture of awe and fear. These two were the real deal. demons after Muzan himself. They were all sitting in one room and you feel the powerful aura that emanated from each of them.

"I'm so sorry, Master, " you stutter, "I didn't realize we had guests, or I would have gotten more glasses."

"It's alright, little dove," Those crimson eyes meet your nervous ones, searing into your soul as usual, making you feel all sorts of flustered.

Master Muzan was the King of Demons. The one that commanded them all to do his bidding. He held the most power. He was also the Devil incarnate because he was able to create demons and to become more powerful he fed on humans. He had an unrivaled bloodlust and was cold to everyone around him. He was cunning, vicious and evil. To everyone but you.

You had been just a human girl, on the brink of starvation when he took you in. He originally was going to fatten you up to kill you, but he ended up finding comfort in your presence and ended up falling for you instead. Because most humans would have been disgusted and terrified of him. But you were willing to do anything to please him. Most demons like him - emotions capable of emotions like love. But you had made him feel much more powerful than his demon army could.

Naturally, you too had fallen in love with the Devil who had saved you. Call it Stockholm Syndrome if you will- but you willingly stayed after learning what he really was. After seeing the blood he shed and the lives he destroyed. You fell in love with the monster anyways.

"Well isn't she a delight?" One of the upper moons cooes, he was ethereal. Like an demon in angel's clothing. This was the vibe the demon gave. He had friendly and inviting smile on his face, but something in those rainbow irises told you it was probably just a mask of the true intent that hid underneath. The one that was full of malice and all things evil. He made you shiver at how someone demonic could look so heavenly. He had pale porcelain skin, and long locks of silvery blonde hair, that swept in all kinds of different directions.

"This is my wife, Y/N," Your Master, replies. "Little dove, this is Douma, he's Upper Rank 2."

You bow your head in respect, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"my my and she knows her manners too," he kisses your hand with his lips, his touch cold yet shivers automatically shoot down your spine. Something about this demon intrigued you and you wanted so desperately to know the devil underneath those rainbow eyes.

"Lord Douma, if you could please keep your hands to yourself," Muzan warns.

"But I mean she just looks so exquisite- it's shame she's your wife. I'd claim her for myself in an instant."

"You're disgusting," another Upper Moon mumbles to the left of Douma. "Have some fucking respect."

This demon had a more serious aura about him, he seemed more pissed off that he was here. He had hair the color of magenta and eyes like seemed to glow like the sun. His skin was a cool gray hue that had blue lines marking his skin and the rest of his body. He was well defined, as had an open purple vest that exposed his torso. You so desperately wanted to trace all those lines on his chest to see how deep they ran.

"Oh calm down, Pink Head, I'm just paying the lovely lady with some compliments."

"You never have genuine compliments," The Pink haired Upper Moon hisses. "or genuine intentions."

You can't help but giggle at their little banter. All three pairs of eyes focusing on you when you do. You can't help but feel a little shy being at the focus of all these powerful demons. Handsome ones at that.

"She giggled," The Pink Haired Demon says, sounding surprised. "Has she no fear of being around us?"

Muzan looks at you with adoration, "no, my little dove is quite fearless."

"Amazing," Douma wonders, "and she's so fûcking cute too."

Suddenly the doors to the dining room burst open, and the air shifts. As if it was a sunny day and the thunder decided to roll in. This is power this demon had. He had the most intimidating presence of all. He was very tall and muscular, taller than the rest of the demons here. His hair fell into black luscious waves, the ends dipped in a deep red.  But it was his eyes that made you tremble. Six pairs of eyes the color of the moon- his scleras a deep red that matched the tips of his hair. He was beautiful in such an intimidating way. If you weren't currently married to Muzan, you'd be falling in your knees in an instant for this man.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Douma taunts, earning a cold glare from the demon.

Something inside you quivered which each step he took. His purple and black checkered kimono billows behind him.

"Kokushibo, you're late," Muzan adds.

"I was busy," the demon finally replies and oh his voice is enough to make you press your thighs together.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You were married to the most powerful demon of all and yet you were craving these demons just as much.

The newcomer- Kokushibo. Who you knew from the character that was stained on his iris- that he was the Upper Rank One, took a seat the other end of the table.

"Well now that everyone is here, we can finally start this meeting, little dove, do you mind getting some more glasses ? "

"Of course, Master," when you looked in those crimson eyes there was a knowing smirk there and you exit the dining room in a flash.

While you're in the kitchen, you can't help but sneak a hand underneath the folds of your skirt, past your panties and feel your arousal dripping.

The amount of power in that dining room had you soaked to the core, flustered and embarrassed at the lewd images that filled your head, you hastily pull your skirt back down and grab the glasses from the cabinet.

Being a little short, you struggle to reach some of them, you try to climb the cabinet but a hand snakes around your waist, pining you between the counter and his backside. "Careful, little one, you're going to injure yourself." He reaches up to grab the glasses for you and places them in your hands, his pale large veiny hands covering your small ones completely.

"Thank you, Lord Douma," you say, a little breathless at the way he was holding you. You could feel something against your backside.

"No problem, little one, I'd be happy to help you in any way," He whispers seductively in your ear, his voice is soft and melodic but the way he speaks, has your nipples straining against the fabric of the  flimsy gown you wore.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" You murmur as you feel a hand creep under your skirt.

"I am but I excused myself for the bathroom, sometimes a man has needs to attend to," his hand traces circles along your thigh before reaching the outline of your panties. "I know your Muzan's, but fuck, I can't keep my eyes off you. I want to devour you so badly but my curiosity for you and what you'd feel like around my cock, overshadows that and I want nothing more than to have a little taste of you," he tugs your ear between his teeth causing you you whine softly, his fingers dip into your panties and begin to rub your clit. "Did you know all of us demons have a heightened sense of smell, so I can smell your sweetness from across the room. And I just gotta have it."

"But I'm Muzan's," you protest lamely, arching your back as the circles on your clit quicken.

He laughs into your ear, "that's not what your sopping cunt says right now. Akaza was right. I'm not a man with good intentions. I take what I want, when I want."

With a wicked glint in his, he inserts a finger into your hole, he groans lightly at the way your finger just sinks him in, "so fucking wet for pussy that belongs to someone else."

You shamelessly begin to grind yourself againt him as he begins to fuck you his finger.

"Look at you, grinding on me like a needy slut," Douma cooes, while adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch out your gummy walls. Soon a third finger is added, and you're a sopping mess as he curls them upward immediately finding the spot that makes you scream. "Careful now, don't want your husband to hear you, or maybe you do."

All you can do is whine as he fucks you brutally with his fingers, you hear some rustling, and then your panties are being ripped down, and something hard is poking at your entrance. As soon as it pierces your walls, you let out a wail. The stretch burns and Douma gives you no chance to adjust to his curved long cock as he brutally pistons into you. Your still wedged between him and the counter so there's no room for you to move. Your completely trapped and helpless against his assault on your body.

"Fuck. So. Damn. Tight," he moans in your ear.

You could feel every scrape and every vein of his throbbing cock hammering into you, he was much longer than Muzan was and seemed to reach places deeper, and perhaps it was the precarious position you were in but all you could feel was him.

"Don't stop," you cry, you knew it was wrong for letting Douma fuck you, but it felt too good that you couldn't resist submitting to his control.

"Don't worry, Dollface," he pulls your ass out so it's angled and you have more room to move. You finally can glance down at where your connected, his balls slapping against your skin, that you knew would leave bruises with how hard they were slapping. His thrusts were relentless, animalistic. The counter's edges dig into your skin with each thrust.

Muzan has his rough tendencies, but this was another level, and you were overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure.

Douma's hands travel to your covered breasts and he cups them in his large hands giving time a squeeze.

"You keep clenching around me and I'm going to cum sooner than we both want. Although maybe I should use you for my own personal cum dump, and just take what I want from you."

You're so incoherent at this point that all the comes out of your mouth is strangled garbles, which turns into a whimper when he wraps a hand around you throat to cut off your airway.

"But unfortunately we can't take as long as we want, because your husband is probably wondering where we are," he just continues to babble in your ear.

The possible reminder of Muzan catching you with Douma, made you even more aroused than it should. You clamp around his cock at the thought, which causes him to fuck you harder. You could feel your stomach coiling he continued to pound into that one spot. He kept playing with your airway, with each thrust of his cock he would squeeze and then let go.

"Fuck, Douma, I'm close," you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"So am I, your pussy is amazing, I want to kidnap you and keep you for my own. Muzan is a lucky motherfucker."

His thrusts become slower more torturous as if to draw out your agonizing orgasm, which was desperate for release.  You were about to lose it if you didn't cum soon. The ache was too much. Too overwhelming.

"Please Douma, let me cum," you beg.

He laughs, "You can beg better than that."

you pout, but that instantly changes when his speed picks up again, rocking your body with his, "FUCK DOUMA LET ME CUM PLEASE."

He cackles, his rainbow irises bright with amusement, "if Muzan comes in here because of that we are both dead."

"I don't care," you hiss, pushing yourself back on his cock trying to get more.

"Well go ahead then, cum slut, make a mess on my cock," Douma encourages. "If you're the desperate to. I think you're just too drunk on my cock to not care about anything else."

His mocking tone along with his greedy thrusts, has you coming undone.

"That's it, make a mess for Douma," he grins madly, before thrusting a few more times before exploding inside you. You both watch in satisfaction as his cum fills you up. "Looks so pretty with my cum." He grabs something behind him and shoves it into your pussy, making sure his cum doesn't leak out.

"Shit Douma, what if Muzan sees?"

The haze of sex has lifted and you're reminded of what you had just done. But there's no shame or remorse on Douma's face and you sure don't regret a single thing.

"Well if Muzan finds out we're both dead, but it was worth it. Come let's go back to the meeting I'm sure he's wondering where both of us went."

Douma leaves you and you hastily follow after. Arriving at the dining room.

"Sorry, Master Muzan i must have had an upset stomach, one of the girls I ate today before coming here must have messed me up," his rainbow irises have disappeared into crescent moons as he takes his seat next to Akaza.

How could he act like nothing happened just now? Meanwhile, you could feel his cum still inside you, and your cheeks were probably flushed. You had no idea how you looked right now.

As soon as Muzan's scarlet cat eyes land on you, you see that familiar glint in them, and you know he knows.

He was the Demon King after all, he knew everything.

"Little dove, did you forget the glasses as I asked for you to get for our guests?"

His tone is calm, but there's an underlying of a mocking tone.

Shivers immediately go done your spine as you bow in a frenzy, "I'm so sorry, Master I- I don't know how I could have forgotten. I'll go back and get them."

"What a bad girl," Muzan tsks. "You forgot something so simple? I wonder why that is."

"Muzan- I-"

"Y/N come here."

You freeze he never uses your actual name unless it's for a punishment. Ashamed you walk over to where Muzan is sitting, but it's a little hard to with Douma's cock nearly damaging you just moments ago. Whom had a smug grin on his face.

"Muzan-"

"Shut the fuck up and turn around," you shiver at cold and calm his tone was. But you obey nonetheless.

Muzan pushes you against the table, your front side digging into the edge. He pushes up the hem of your skirt and your cheeks immediately heat. All of the demons in this room could see your naked ass. But before you could look to see what their reactions are like, a hand comes down on your ass hard, you jolt at the sudden harsh sting. You look back at those scorching scarlet orbs that seemed to burn into you. Fingers graze your swollen pussy, that's stuffed with your underwear."

"Looks like you've been having too much fun with one of my demons," Muzan states, flashing a glare at Douma before glaring at you again. He tugs the cloth out for your pussy and you cry feeling the liquid drip out of you.

"Douma you just can't control yourself can you?" Akaza scolds and you hear a sudden slash. You turn to see Douma's head being split in half. Akaza's hand covered in his blood. You grimace at the sudden violence but a slap against your ass steals your attention.

"Of course he couldn't," Muzan chastises, "how could he resist such a slutty pussy? Especially when it belongs to me?"

"Because it's fûcking paradise, that pussy is," Douma's melodic voice is back and you see that he's regenerated looking as bright as ever.

"Did he fuck you good?" Muzan inquiries, ignoring the Upper 2, his focus entirely on you and your flushed cheeks and the way Douma's cum oozes out of your glistening cunt. "Looks like he did if you let him cum in you."

You're at a loss for words.

He suddenly grips your throat yanking your had back, choking you slightly, making you look at only him, "fucking answer me, slut!"

"Y-yes," you sob, "He fucked me really good."

He chuckles darkly, "perhaps I should let them all fuck you. Huh? Would you like that? Because you're such a slut my cock isn't enough to satisfy you? So you must have them all."

"Muzan-" you try to plead but suddenly your mouth is being stuffed with something wet. Your arousal pools when you realize it's your panties that's wet with yours and Douma's cum. The stench of sex fills your nostrils.

"Shut the fuck up and get on the fucking table."

Trembling out of embarrassment and arousal you climb on the table, your legs shaking.

Before you can situate yourself, Muzan is flipping you over on your back, and drags your head over the edge, letting it hang. Your legs are spread wide letting all the upper moons getting a view of your exposed cunt.The panties in your mouth are being yanked out and replaced with something hot, thick and heavy. Before you have a chance to process, it's being rammed down your throat without any warning.

Muzan looks at you with a sadistic grin as he plows his cock into your mouth. You could feel the blood rushing to your head making you light headed in this position. But he didn't care to stop at your precarious situation. For Muzan wasn't a kind man when he had to punish. His punishments were cruel and brutal. But never to you. That's why you were so shocked but aroused at his sudden cruelty. Saliva and his precum coated your tongue and dripped out of your mouth, as his balls slapped against your chin.

"What a pathetic little cock whore you are," Muzan mocks, as his cock continues tearing into your throat constantly hitting the back of it. "Who wants a turn with my whore's pussy first?"

"Don't mind if I do," you hear Douma say from somewhere, but your mind is too fuzzy. If you were human, you would have died from getting throatfucked in this position with how hard Muzan was abusing it. You wouldn't be able to talk after this for awhile or ever again if he continued. Suddenly, you feel hands spreading your legs apart, a cold breath hits your aching cunt and when the first flick of a tongue meets your folds, you buck your hips at feeling causing Muzan's cock to hit the back of your throat harshly. A chuckle sounding like Douma's tickles your dripping hole, causing you to flutter. You lose it when that tongue begins swirling your clit. Despite his cold breath Douma's tongue was hot and consuming against your pussy lips sending you into immediate overdrive with the urgent yet hungry way he eats you out. He holds your hips with his hands to keep you from squirming. Becoming a prisoner to his delicious assault. His fingers splay your wet lips open, making it easier to that sweet spot. His slurping noises have you screaming . You weave your fingers into those silky, soft silver locks and push him in as deep as can go.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Doll," Douma hums against your folds. His feasting on you is relentless. The way he swirls and sucks on your clit has you falling apart within seconds. But he doesn't stop when you've cum on his face already he just keeps going. Your thighs shaking as he guides you through another orgasm.

Meanwhile, Muzan is still violently fucking your throat, you could feel every vein of his hard cock as he repeatedly slams into you. It grows heavier against your throat and you knew he was close by the low-yet strained grunts coming from the Demon King above, but before you get the chance to feel his seed down your throat. He's yanking your head off and hot cum sprays your face instead. When you whine in protest, he interrupts, "coming down your throat would be a reward for you. I'm not sure you deserve the reward yet."

Douma, removes himself from your pussy, he guides you up into a sitting position, his face is soaked in your juices, you your lips at the sight.

"So delicious," he praises, before pulling you forward, he reaches for you face and brings you into a hungry, demanding kiss. His lips cold yet, hot at the same time. Tasting your arousal his tongue as he swirls it with yours. You shamelessly lock your arms around him bringing him closer so that you're in his lap, straddling him. You grind yourself on his clothed erection, causing him to coo in your ear. "Such a messy girl, you're making such a mess on my pants. Does it drive you crazy knowing that the four most powerful demons are watching you make a mess on me? Watching you turn into a dirty, greedy, little whore? Hmm?"

You  turn into mush at his soft voice that's filled with such lewd words, you continue grinding on him, feeling his massive length under you.

"Yes, Douma."

He chuckles, leaning back lazily watching you fall apart in his lap, while he was doing nothing to help you. 

"Look at your girl becoming a slut for another," Douma smirks at a glowering Muzan. You blink your eyes open and meet those scorching scarlet ones. Making you even more turned on. He was currently sitting in his chair, leaned back while stroking himself. His black curls sticking to his face from sweat. A feline, predatory look in the way he stares at you, while you're getting yourself off in another man's lap has you become more frantic- more bold. More needy. 

"Yes because that's all she is. Is a good little whore for us demons to ruin."

You moan, gripping Douma's neck,  glancing around the room at the others. Akaza was looking disgusted and aroused at the same time. As if fighting an eternal storm in his brain. But the noticeably large tent in his  pants said otherwise. His golden eyes meet yours and you beckon him with your finger.

"Come join us, Akaza," you plead. Kokushibo on the other hand was much harder to read. He gave nothing away in those moon colored orbs  as those six eyes stared at you with an intensity so strong but it was cold and indifferent at the same time.

"Yeah Koku and Akaza, am I only one going to indulge in this sweet pussy or are you guys going to join?"

"I have no interest," Koku hisses, but his eyes never shift from yours.

"I don't want to share with you," Akaza bites back. "I fucking  hate you, rainbow child. "

"But it's not for me, it's for her."

"Plus it's my orders to get to know what's mine," Muzan adds. "And what you'll never get to experience again after this."

"More the reason for me not to join," Koku growls. "Why would I join if I can't keep her all to myself?"

"Because I want you too, Daddy," you plead.

Something in those six eyes flashes, something dangerous that coils in your gut, you come on Douma's lap making a mess, "good job, little one."

"You have no idea what you're asking of me," Koku warns.

"He's a coward then," Douma taunts, flashing the Upper One a charming smile, as he sheds out of his clothes, your jaw dropping as his body was revealed. Douma had a well toned physique his muscles were exquisite and smooth, broad shoulders and a slim waist. Your eyes traveled this cock that you hasn't been able to see before when he was fucking you with it in the kitchen. It was massively long with a slight curve. A good ten inches. You bet. And it stood red and angry against his taut stomach as crisscrossed his legs and brought you back into his lap, not wasting a moment guiding his long shaft into your awaiting heat. You wrap your legs around him, this position was new something you'd never done with Muzan. Every part of Douma was flushed with you. Your tits slapped against his bare chest you rode him in this position. Every inch of his cock was deep and snug against your slick walls. He lets out a strangled moan when you take your nails down his back. There was no telling where you ended and where he started. And you both loved it. He dug his sharp nails into your hips, trying to pull you in deeper.

"Fuck," you both moan, you throw your head back, in pure utter bliss. Reveling in the way he dug into your hole, how every vein and every crevice seemed to scrape along yours. You were sure he was all the way in your stomach.

"You feel so snug and warm against me Doll," Douma praises, his nails digging in deeper. Drawing a little blood causing you to arch into him. "Those idiots don't know what they're missing out on."

A low growl comes from Koku.

"Your blood is just a pretty as you are," Douma grins manically, he brings one of his hands that's covered in your blood. Before bringing it to his mouth. Those usually bright eyes instantly darken and turn feral, the sight of him tasting your blood has you sobbing in pure pleasure. He shoves one into your mouth causing you to choke around his fingers. You instantly taste the metallic taste on your tongue. "Don't you taste divine, little one? Fuck, I might just steal you away from Muzan. I'm too fucking addicted to everything about you. You are so fucking perfect for me. The perfect little doll who takes whatever I give you. don't you all want a taste?"

His words and his actions send you into a frenzy mess and it's not long before your spasming around him, clamping down on him as your orgasm takes over.

"Fuck Douma," you scream.

"I love it when you scream my name," Douma says ever so softly.

Before you have a chance to breathe, you're being pulled off of Douma's cock, you cry at the sudden emptiness. But strong arms whip you around, and without warning a new cock it's a little shorter than Douma's but it is thick, and it's girth is ravenous as it enters you, your head is being pushed down on Douma's lap. His still hard cock being shoved in your face, he just smirks and lifts your head.

"Took you long enough to join us, Pink Head."

"Shut the fuck up, Rainbow Shit," Akaza seethes as he rams into you from behind. His marked hands grip your hips, as he rocks forward into you. Your whole body is jerking at the sudden abruptness. "It's my fucking turn. So let me fuck the bitch."

"Ohmygodohmygod," you cry, "Akazaaaa, you feel incredible."

His cock split you open perfectly. You eagerly took his length in.

"Damn, who pissed you off pinky?"  Douma teases, looking at you with a mischievous grin. His long fingers grip your chin and pries your mouth open, his other hand strokes his cock. He smacks teases your half opened  lips with the tip, smearing precum on your face. "Open your mouth, little one."

You open up wide, he dutifully shoves your head down on his cock, you hollow your cheeks and slacken your jaw to help take him in. But he didn't really you a chance to adjust as he forced your head up and down his long shaft.  Akaza's harsh thrusts causing for Douma's cock to bump down your throat even deeper. Everything felt so good. You'd never felt so used in your life and you were loving every inch of it.

"Now there's a good slut," Douma taunts, "my own personal cocksleeve. Is there anything you can't do?"

"How are you feeling  little dove ?" Muzan suddenly calls out, sounding amused. "You're looking quite stuffed there."

To be honest, with the other two demons currently using you for their pleasure you had forgotten about your husband.

"Her mouth is too stuffed with my cock, Muzan, she's not going to answer you," Douma chants.

"Douma you talk too fucking much!" Akaza snaps, his hips snapping in response and then everything falls silent.

Except for skin on skin, and the lewd moans and slurping sounds that filled the room.  The three of you were way to into this situation.

"That's it, bitch," Akaza growls as you begin to spasm around his cock. "Squeeze me just like that."

Meanwhile Kokushibo was as silent as ever. His moon colored eyes watching with unnerving intensity. He didn't know what he wanted. He knew he wanted you. But he hated everyone else in this room and didn't like the idea of having to share you with any of them. His cock was painfully hard under his kimono. His knuckles where white and gripping the edge of his seat. But watching how the mess the other demons turned you in, listening to your sweet moans and listening to how wet you were, it was driving him mad.

"Fuck,"' you managed in between having Douma's cock down your throat. "Don't fucking stop. Please Akaza."

"Don't worry, I won't stop  until your leaking full of my cum."

Fuck. You were so overwhelmed. The pleasure was unbearable.

You came in white waves, just as Douma's load shot in your mouth.

"Good girl," Douma grins when you swallow all of it.

Not long after Akaza releases in your sensitive  cunt with a low grunt, milking it all the way through til the last drop til he pulls out.

You fall into a heap on the table, completely covered in cum. Your whole body ached.

"If you truly want me to fuck you, Princess," Kokushibo suddenly speaks up, "you better crawl to me. And I'm not sharing you with anyone. You're all mine to fuck alone. Understood?"

Douma chuckles, "I don't think she can move, Koku."

"I understand, Daddy."

He chuckles deep and low, sending shivers down your spine.

"Now come to me," he orders.

Slowly, you sit up and get on your hands and knees. Your whole body aches, your drenched in come. But you want nothing more than to be  fucked by the Upper 1. Ever since he walked through those doors. There was something about him that made you want to kneel before him and do whatever he asked of you. So you crawl.  You feel the others watching you in silence. Even Douma is silent. Kokushibo's eyes never leave yours as you finally reach his end.

He stands up, and fuck, is he tall. He towers over everyone here, he grips your chin with his hands, making you look at only him. Those six eyes burn into every inch of you, "you better pray that you can handle everything I give you. Because I won't hold back. None of these idiots can compare to how I'll make you feel. Not even Muzan. I'll sweep you off your feet," he whispers so no one else but you can hear him. He glances up in the direction of Muzan, as he removes his clothes.

And holy shit is he built by the gods. Now not built by the gods. He is a god. Made of pure muscle. Pure power and pure dominance radiated from this demon. As if he was carved from stone. Not a single inch of him was flawed. You  wanted to lick those abs. The flame pattern that he had on his face went down to his chest. Making him look even more exquisite.  Your eyes shamelessly rake down to his rock hard cock. Or could you even call it that. It was bigger than anyone else's here. And it was thick. Long, thick and you knew it was going to break you.

"Fucking hell, Kokushibo, I might even be gay for you," Douma replies.

"Okay everyone out. Except for Y/N and Muzan. The other two I want you gone."

"But-"

"So selfish, don't you know sharing is caring-"

Douma is cut off by Akaza dragging him by the hair.

"From here on out, you're mine. With the permission of Muzan-"

"Oh you really think I'm just going to hand her over to you?" Muzan laughs darkly. "She's mine, she was mine before she was yours."

"Why don't you both just fuck me and stop this overbearing egotistical shit?" I ask. "If you both want me, then you have me."

" I don't share," Kokushibo seethes. "I would literally start a war to make you mine."

"But so would I," Muzan replies.

You roll your eyes.

"Well let's just see who fucks you better," Koku challenges.

"Sure," Muzan replies coldly. "Go ahead and give it your best."

"Lay down and spread those legs for me, Princess," Koku demands.

You immediately obey him, and watch him as he stalks towards you. He bends down and closes the distance between your lips. A wildfire burns through you at the intensity of his lips. The way he seemed to command and consume your lips. You barely could breath. You let out a moan when he nipped your bottom lip. His hands start to roam your body, and yours could barely grip onto his back. You were so small in comparison to him. But you were determined to feel every ridge. He begins to fondle your breasts, playing and kneading  them like dough. You were nothing but putty in his hands. You reach for his cock, but he slaps your hand away.

"Fuck, Koku," you say breathlessly. "I need you now. Please."

"Patience," he hisses, his lips leave yours and starts leaving trailing down your neck. You arch into him when he begins sucking marks into your skin. He continues you mark and map you with his mouth, until he stops just right where you want him. Over your throbbing pussy. Which was still sensitive from the other demons, so you knew he was going to truly ruin you.  He runs a finger along your slick seams and you hitch in a breath. "I love how you're still begging to be used after Douma and Akaza had their way with you. I guess you're not fucked properly enough if you can still crawl to me. Don't worry, Princess I'll fix that little problem for you."

He slowly inserts a long finger, groaning at the way you immediately suck him in. "Even though you've already been fucked by the others, you still need to be prepared to take me. Because I am much bigger than they are."

"Fuck," you whimper.

After prodding you with one finger he adds another and then a third. Scissoring open your gummy walls. He wastes no time curling them upwards and finding your spot. Jabbing them slowly, teasing you.  You arch your back, but something stops you and pins you still. Muzan has joined in. But he's in his true demon form. With his white curly hair, and tentacles sprouting from his back. His tentacles are straining your arms, leaving you utterly immobile.

"You're so greedy fucking all my demons today. What, you want them all? Is that it? Am I not enough for you?"

"Y-you are enough i - I just-" you scramble for words, but you're slapped in the face, Kokushibo's mouth finally descends on your clit. " Lies!" Muzan growls at the same time you scream out  " aww  fuck!"

Kokushibo's tongue delves into every crevice, sucking while he still fucks you on his fingers. You eagerly grind on him, for more friction. Needing and wanting more.

"Koku, don't stop!" You cry.

Muzan leans over you and shoves his cock down your throat again. At the same time you feel yourself being stretched. No- ripped. You scratch the table since your arms are still pinned by Muzan's tentacles. Kokushibo wastes no time hammering his monster cock into you, greedily taking you however he wants. Muzan's cock plunges into your mouth with the same carnal desire.

"Such a good little toy," Muzan says. "Isn't she Kokushibo?"

But he ignores and focuses his attention on where your bodies meet. He could see the outlines of his cock in your stomach. The table was creaking underneath all the weight. Both demons destroyed and ravaged your body in the most inhuman way, none of them caring about how tired battered was becoming. It was a lewd sight. Truly insane. One of Muzan's tentacles curls around your body and down your clit. Sucking on it as Kokushibo's thrusts become harder, deeper.

You mumble incoherent moans around Muzan's cock. Your vision was becoming blurry, your body numb from all the attention it was receiving.

Another tentacle plays at your other entrance, the wet muscle teasing the rim of your opening.

"See you can own her pussy," Muzan states confidently, "but I  own her entire body. Including her soul."

With that the tentacle pushes into your hole. Muzan pulls out of your mouth to let you scream. Choking you with his hands. You come instantly. Your body is being overwhelmed the pleasure was starting to hurt because you've come countless of times tonight, you didn't even know how many. But your body was reaching its limit. But you didn't want them to stop. All your holes are being filled and there wasn't an inch of you that belonged to you anymore. You were theirs. Their plaything.

"Shut the fuck up, Muzan!" Kokushibo warns.

Muzan just laughs, and sobers up when he notices how dizzy you're looking, "you okay, little dove? Do you need us to stop?"

Kokushibo slows a bit, caressing your face, "we'll stop princess, if you need us too."

You shake your head, "no... I'm fine."

Kokushibo picks you up, taking you into his arms, kissing you softly, his length still pounding upwards into you while you cling to him like a koala.

"Please don't stop, koku. I want you to come in me," you whine. Muzan is suddenly at your back. Your sandwiched in between the two most powerful demons, and you couldn't be more at peace.

"Lift her for me," Muzan commands softly. Kokushibo doesn't fight this time, he grips your ass with his massive hands a lifts you up, Muzan's tip nudges your other entrance before easing his way in. You whine at the sudden stretch of both men inside you. Both with big cocks and big egos. They take turns hammering into you. You grab Koku by the neck and pull him in for a sloppy, kiss. Moaning into his mouth. He kisses you back with as much fervor.

“fuck don’t stop you guys,” you plead, before pulling away from Koku. Muzan grabs you by the chin and claims your mouth with his you grip his white silky locks, tugging on them as he devours your mouth possessively.

You could feel your orgasm approaching and by the way both cocks were growing inside you, and hips were starting to stutter, you could tell both demons were close.

“Koku- Muzan - I’m close.”

“Makes a mess, Princess,” Kokushibo encourages gruffly, “make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”

“Little dove, cum for Master,” Muzan growls.

“I want us to come together, fill me up, please.”

“Alright,” Muzan says.

A few more thrusts and clenching around them, you throw your head back onto Muzan’s chest as both men fill both your holes up with cum at the same time.

“Awww fuck,” you all say unison when you’re being pulled off and cum gushes out.

“That is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Muzan says.

But you’re eyes are drifting shut.

“I’ll have make you a mandatory part of our meetings from now on,” Muzan says, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I hope you understand I’m not letting her go now,” Kokushibo warns. “She’s mine now too.”

Muzan rolls his eyes, lifting you into his arms.

“Well then how about she’s all of ours,” Douma appears with Akaza in tow.

“I don’t share,” Kokushibo snaps, “I will kill you all to have her to myself.”

“And I definitely don’t want to share her with you, Rainbow Shit.”

Douma pouts, “I thought we all just had a bonding moment. We’re friends now you and I.”

In a blink of an eye, Akaza swipes Douma’s head in half.

“You and I will never be friends.”

“How rude,” Douma sighs as he’s once again regenerated. “ I am seriously offended,” he puts a hand over his chest.

“You’re all lucky I let you indulge in MY WIFE,” Muzan reminds them harshly. “Next time I might not be so kind.”

“Guys can you all stop fighting over me?“ you murmur sleepily on Muzan’s lap. Still naked. Kokushibo grabs his kimono and places it over you to cover you up. “What if I want all of you?”

All eyes snap to you, all demons growl. Even Douma is annoyed.

“Sweetheart we are demons, we don’t share with others. We take what we want from others even if that means killing,” Douma explains. “ and us four demons specifically each other’s guts.”

“Fine, then I want none of you then,” you hiss.

“No!” Kokushibo snaps, “ you want all of us? Then fine. We’ll agree to your wishes if it makes you happy. “

“That’s if we don’t kill each other first,” Akaza pipes in.

“No promises,” Douma smirks.

"All right, little dove, you win-“ suddenly Muzan’s head is beheaded falling to the floor with a thud. Kokushibo is standing behind, before stealing you from the demon king, then before anyone can react.

Kokushibo vanishes with you in his arms.

“I believe this will definitely start a war Koku,” you protest.

“I don’t care, we both know the minute I walked through those doors, that you were mine.”

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, but you didn’t mind. He was right he stole you away from Muzan the minute he walked through those doors.

“So where are you taking me, Koku?” Pulling caressing his face softly.

He looks down at you with a warm smile, “I’m taking you home, with me. Where you belong.”

[btdemaru]

Cockwarming muzan while he's working

Note : GN!reader x Top!muzan and minors DNI as usual since this is smut

(i want his dick so bad 😞) also idk if it's ooc or not.

Warning : cockwarming, muzan's big juicy dick, brat-taming, spanking, degrading (obvi)

Imagine just sitting on his lap while he works in the infinity castle in silence, not even one word was shared from you two but ofcooouurse who wouldn't be bored? Getting an idea you try unbuckling his pants as you look at his frowned expression. "What do you think you're doing?" He glared down at you, annoyed by your lack of response muzan grabs and forces your chin up to look at him only for you to finally get into his boxers, slowly stroking his soft cock (for now) and grinding against it before earning a low groan from him.

Shoving his fingers into your mouth as you take it so obediently and placing his saliva soaked fingers near your hole, muzan slid two of his fingers in as your hands stroke up and down onto his now semi-hard cock. "You can do faster than that can't you? Or are you too pathetic and weak to do that?" Hearing that you pump faster before muzan grips your hip lining it against your hole before forcefully pushing it in, the pain hurts so badly from how big it is yet it feels so good. You wanted to move but he grips your hips harshly leaving a red mark imprint on it making you unable to move.

For 30minutes which felt like hours you're sitting on his lap with his fully erected cock not getting any friction from him. Muzan only focuses on the stuff infront of him not caring or even glancing at you for even a minute. "muzan move goddamnit..!" You spoke while glaring at him just to earn a spank. "Be patient." He scoffs, slowly thrusting upwards to tease you "nnn- ahh!ugh... Asshole.." whispering the last part but muzan being muzan he ofcourse indeed heard it. "What was that?" He pulled out only to throw you onto his desk, the sound of glass clattering everywhere "count."

"one-" *spank* "t-two"

•

•

"t-ten ahk... stop-" you demanded him. "You messed up counting, let's redo that shall we~? Unless you beg nicely." Muzan spoke before sliding back in, waiting for you to plead for him. "Fine! Please just- please just..fuck me alre- AHHNN" Before you could finish muzan thrusted back in, pulling you up from his desk just to sit back down and make you sit on again. "Go on and move.. lets see how many times you can cum before you finally break, this is what you asked for isn't it?" He leans back onto his chair waiting for you to do it all by yourself.

[ugh why cant he destroy me already]

[kimisboredd]

ALL MINE | Muzan Kibutsuji Smut

tags | praise, top muzan, gender neutral sex, cumming inside

you're all mine, and only mine

Every moment went by like a bliss, every moment you felt his inches buried deep inside of you begging to be clutched. His gaze was only fixated on you and only on you, his veiny hands were traveling every part of your body in need for contact. Muzan wanted more, he'd crave more and more of you every day until he finally couldn't resist the temptation of you living rent-free in his mind.

A demon king to be exact, you had the demon king fucking you like there was no tomorrow. His cock reached every inch of your tight walls, "You're nothing more than a mere slut to fuck." his words circled your head like a velvet cloud, the mere thought of him undressed all for you to fuck. "You like the way I fuck you huh?" he commented, his pace went faster and faster until you were practically moaning his name like a sacred prayer. In your book, he was the best chapter.

A villain yet he saved you like a hero, and now when his cock is inches deep inside of you every thought you had was fucked into shreds. "Cum for me, I order you." he moaned into your ear again, Muzan made your face scrunch, eyes rolled back as he throbbed inside you.

"I'm almost at my limit--" you managed to mutter, by your words Muzan practically destroyed you while you tried to keep up with his pace. "Fuck I'm gonna cum--" you moaned loudly, his lips curved into a smile as he fucked into you faster and faster before finally finishing inside you, his semen pouring into you filling you to the brim. It felt hot, but you were in heaven so who cared? "Good job, darling." Muzan laughed at your state, looking good as new as if he didn't just fuck you into bits.

[rougepancake]

Imagine age up Genya who is a reader pussy addict and always asks her to sit on her face.

I can't stop thinking about that😩. And sorry if something is misspelled, I'm not very good with English

PLEASE YOU GUYS I CANT 😩

Warnings: cunnilingus, pussy drunk Genya (he can’t get enough and you guys keep feeding him more 😫). Sexually explicit material underneath the cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni or I will block you.

You hovered over his face, your thighs straddling his head as you hesitated. His hands came up and cupped your ass, squeezing softly as he waited for you to put your weight on him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked nervously, looking down and attempting to meet his gaze.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.” He huffed impatiently and the feeling of his warm breath against your cunt caused you to shiver.

“O-Oka- Hey!” You shouted in surprise as he pulled you down onto his face, blushing furiously as he immediately dug in and began lapping at your clit mercilessly.

Soon- you were rocking your hips against his face, chasing your high as he ate you out. However, he didn’t stop after the first time.

Instead, he kept on going. It seemed like he had no intention of stopping, but you couldn’t blame him.

He was always telling you how he loves the way you taste.

[married-to-google-translater]

Hi! Can I request a Muzan x reader about how Muzan would act if he finds a demon slayer who knows a lot and has a background about the blue spider lily but she's really chill about it and shares info only when she feels like it? Thank you so much!

Muzan Kibutsuji

You were just a perfectly normal Demon slayer.

The only thing that made you a little special was your deep interest in plants and flowers.

However, that was the only reason Muzan needed to kidnap you.

Maybe with your help he would learn something new blue spider lily.

Spoiler: Yes he found out more about the blue spider lily and he also had a couple of nervous breakdowns XD

You would surely be surprised by this situation.

But you were still calm.

You knew that as long as you had information you would stay alive.

Because of that, you really weren't going to give him all the information right away.

This drives Muzan crazy.

Muzan will definitely try to get information about you in different ways.

Torture and threats are the first options.

But they don't really work.

Threats don't work because you really don't care and torture makes you talk shit to get him to stop.

Your "cooperation" is really problematic.

And then you randomly give him information at some completely random time.

It always comes when Muzan least expects it.

And if he doesn't hear it, too bad.

You're definitely not going to repeat that again.

Warning: This only works for fanfic and not canon. If you try this with a Canon Muza you'll probably be dead in five minutes. Try this at your own risk.

[angelltheninth]

I dont know if you still do demon slayer requests, but what about Akaza and Douma fucking their s/o so hard she cant walk the other day (maybe inclouding their aftercare attempts?)

Omg fuck yes, thank you for this request Anon!

Pairing: Akaza, Douma x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, marathon sex, rough sex, marks, aftercare, cuddles, overstimulation, cunnilingus

A/N: I know some people on here who will get a kick out of this one.

Akaza always fucks you until you can't walk the next day but honestly he's not the best guy when it comes to aftercare. He is always balls deep inside of you, biting you, marking you as his inside and out for hours, making you come on his cock until you all that comes out of your mouth is incoherent babble.

But when it comes to after... he's very awkward at is because he knows that no matter where Akaza touches you, your body will react. So what he does is gently lay you on your side, unable to keep his eyes of the cum leaking from between your legs as he covers you with a sheet and tries to pull you against his chest to comfort you after such a rough session.

Douma is good when it comes to aftercare but he is also insistent on cleaning you up, licking his cum from your pussy and tongue fucking you some more while your legs shake and squeeze around his head, your moans nothing but broken cries at this point, your voice so hoarse you can't talk properly.

You're not gonna be able to walk properly either and he knows this, which is why he's got everything ready, the food, the robes, the drinks, the pillows, everything you'll need to get a proper night, or days, rest after you've had your fun for hours and hours. And don't forget Douma, whispering and cooing praise in your ear still, asking how you feel , if there's anything else you need, other then him by your side.

[xxsabitoxx]

Heavily thinking about Sanemi dragging you into a random room of the butterfly estate after a pillar meeting. He's frustrated especially since you haven't seen each other in a couple of months. Considering that fact that he thinks this wing of the estate is empty he doesn't exactly feel the need to be quiet. That's until he hears footsteps, the familiar hum of the insect pillar roaming the halls of her estate. Sanemi slapping his hand over your mouth, pressing his own lips to the back of his hand in attempt to keep himself quiet with you. The way his chest would heave, sweat dripping down his temple as he kept you pressed up against the wall. Your foreheads are touching, your eyes wide with the thought of getting caught while Sanemi is more or less planning an escape route. The tension as her humming gets louder, footsteps passing the door without pausing. Slowly it fades again, Sanemi's hand is lifting, replacing it with his own lips.

"You think she heard us?" he panted as he pulled away, face turning red has he moved his hips again. "D-definitely... It's probably why she came down here..." Naturally you were right, having to pass the insect pillar on your way out. "Next time, just ask if I have a spare room..." Sanemi hadn't realized he was doing a walk of shame, ears turning red as he followed you out the door. Not able to lift his head as you began apologizing, feet picking up their pace in an attempt to get away from the soft laughter of the estate's owner.

[strawberriianime]

Master

♡ master! muzan kibutsuji x succubus! reader

♡ CW: 18+ themes such as sexual content, muzan is a jerk, manipulation, unprotected sex, degradation, creampies, spitting in the mouth, spanking, punishment, rough angry sex, biting, the reader gets hit with a belt, slight humiliation, explicit language~

Muzan’s eyebrow twitched as he heard you drop, yet another book from his bookcase driving him out of his concentration once more. How could he focus on his task if you kept making noise?

Not even a millisecond later, another thud made Muzan squeeze the graduated cylinder he was holding, causing tiny pieces of glass to fly over his desk area. You let out a slight squeak as the man appeared behind you, yanking harshly at your tail causing you to fall from the ladder onto the hard wooden floor. Looking up sheepishly, you were met with a pair of piercing red eyes staring completely through your head. 

“I’m sorry master! It was just that the book’s where so heavy and I couldn’t catch them before they hit the floor.” you brought your knees up to your chest as your tail wagged like a snake along the floor. 

“Why do I even keep you around, if you can’t do anything right?” he spoke in a low voice, if it was possible you would shrink yourself even more than you already were. You didn’t say anything back, causing the man’s eye to twitch even more. Nothing outside of the regular things upset Muzan more than you. It’s like he had a special nerve that only you can hit. 

You felt a tight grip around your wrist that pulled you quickly to your feet, dragging you along the dark black hallway leading to an area you were oh-so-familiar with. It was his bedroom. No one was allowed into Muzan’s bedroom unless he brought you there. You were brought out of your thought as muzan tossed you onto the floor, as he made his way to a solo chair in the room removing his belt in the process. He sat on the chair shaking his head slightly in disappointment.

“Crawl over here,” he spoke, as you got on all fours crawling to him slowly and steadily before stopping right in front of him.

“Lay across my legs,” he commanded once more. Making way, you laid your body long on his legs which were quite uncomfortable for your stomach and boobs. 

Muzan ran his right hand along the material of the dress you were wearing, it’s not like it was covering much anyway. He stopped right where the tight material ended, pulling it up and bringing your ass into full view. He kneads the plushness of your bottom, completely naked already. He commanded you not to wear panties anymore once the relationship got intimate. 

“Now, why should I not strike you with this belt?” he asked tightening his grip around the black leather belt. 

“Master, I apologized for dropping the books al-” a very hard smack was brought onto your bottom causing you to let out a yelp.

“Wrong answer” he sighed as your bottom turned red like an apple, if you were human you would’ve been done for.

“I’ll give you one more chance.” he tapped his foot slightly looking down at you.

“I did everything you asked me to do-” You were cut off once again as the leather made contact with your bottom once more.

“Why do we have to go through this over and over again?” strike

“If I give you a task I want it done flawlessly” strike

“You dropped 5 books today, that’s 5 too many” strike

“Just pitiful” strike

By now, your face was flushed just as red as your bottom. He stood up, causing you to fall on your bruising bottom. He pulled you up by your forearm, and brought you over to his bed, pushing you down on your bottom once more causing you to hiss out in pain. 

He brought his face down to yours, staring deeply into your eyes. “What kind of succubus are you? you’re weak. weak physically and mentally. how does one who does the dominating become the submissive? What a waste of a demon, you should’ve been born human.” Muzan’s words were mean, you were always sensitive and did he know how to hurt your feelings.

He sighed, adjusting his clothing and loosening the tie he was wearing. He removed his bottoms, running his fingers through his hair. “Luckily I found you, someone could have really taken advantage of you.” he moved your legs to each side of his body, hardened length making way to your dripping entrance. 

Your back arched off of the bed as he pushed himself fully into your tight cunt, squeezing him with each muscle of your body. Without warning, he began pumping in and out of you causing the room the be filled with a slight squelching sound. 

“Master, you’re so deep” you whined as you pulled at the zipper of your dress splitting it down the middle and allowing your breast to bounce free. Although he’s never admitted it, it did turn him on watching you toy with yourself. Taking two fingers into your mouth, you coated them in your saliva pulling them from your mouth with a pop. You used the moistened fingers to rub circles on your clit, your other hand tugging at your nipples causing you to let out a sultry moan. 

“Fuck.” you heard your master say before you felt his warmth leave your body. That was only momentarily, as he flipped you around grabbing a fist full of your hair in the process.  He stretched your neck back, muttering “open” as you stuck your tongue out happily allowing your master to dribble his saliva into your mouth. “swallow” you happily obliged. 

He gripped your hips harshly, pricking through the skin as crimson droplets slid down your hip. He leaned over you, his chest to your back allowing him to deepen his thrust, the entire length puncturing your walls. 

“Master I’m gonna cum” you whined clawing at the bed sheets, chasing your high as a tingling sensation made its way through your body. Muzan let out a deep sigh as he rutted into you one final time, before allowing his seed to take over your insides. Just as your high was about to overcome, you felt muzan remove himself from you.

“Master...I didn’t get to cum” Your eyebrows furrowed with desperation.

“And who’s fault is that?” he asked straightening out his attire that he had quickly put back on. 

“Now when I come back, this room better be spotless. If you can do that, I might just reward you.” He walked out of the room leaving you in the dark and completely frustrated. 

[moumouton4]

I Didn't Know I Was Into That ( Kink Unlocked ! ) || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader

End of the Smutember 2023 ! 🎉 Thank you for everyone who took some time to read my work ! 🍰🌹

A/n : Prompt 30 of the Smutember 2023 ( Imagine it's an AU in which after the Swordsmith Village Arc, the demon slayers and Hashiras come back to the HQ and they do some small missions before the final battle. Obviously I don’t know what happens after as I’m an anime watcher so no spoilers please )

A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned 👀

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, rough sex, kinda degrading, dacryphilia, oral male receiver, mention of soft sex 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1362

Since you came back from the Swordsmith Village everything seemed to have settled down, while everyone was training for the upcoming confrontation ahead, and you… well you rhythmed you live with some good old demon fighting. You weren’t a Hashira - yet - but you still found it awfully easy to kick their asses as they were only basic demons.

For Muichiro it was pretty much the same, he’d wake up early in the morning, leave his place to go to some others in which he would slaughter some demons and then he’d come back to your place this time. Eager to spend some cozy and relaxing time with his loved one, far away from the roughness of his everyday life.

In those moments, he would come quietly to anywhere he knows you could be in the domain. And he’d take your hand and gently drag you with him to his or your place. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, or with who you’re talking, he doesn’t care. Or if he is really tired he’d just go to your place and see if you’re already back, or wait for you to come home.

And once he has you he is not going to let go of you any time soon. Lying in your fûton, his arms would encircle your waist as he tries to pull you impossibly close to him. His head nestled against your neck as his cock rests snugly within your velvety walls. His breath would fane against your ear, as he tries to calm his breathing. And he might, thrust once or twice per moment, or just take you gently and a little tiredly, if he isn’t that exhausted after his day.

Today though, he feels totally not tired at all, some asshole had pissed him off, more than he ever thought would be possible since he got his memories back ( I’m not saying this is canon ). Like what was this guy doing in the middle of the fight ? He thought he’d be some hero or something, but he only got in the Hashira’s way, who ended up fuming with anger when he came back.

When your eyes met his you could clearly see that he was pissed off. His eyes were slightly wide due to the range of anger that coursed through him, but maybe just maybe there was another reason for his blown pupils. In comparison, to the way he usually came to you in the afternoon / evening, this time he looked a lot more awake, not in this sluggish way of his, that showed how tired he was.

You didn’t even have time to speak, that with long strides he crossed the room joining you in the middle. His breathing was demonstrative of the feelings that were shaking his body at the moment. Not losing a single second his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest and in an instant his lips crashed against yours, his tongue already seeking yours. As they battled for dominance you could clearly feel the shift that had occurred during the day. He clearly wasn’t planning on spending the evening the same way he has the past few days.

He pulled you up in his arms without taking his mouth off of yours and made his way towards your room. He lied you down on your fûton and almost immediately hastily started to take your clothes off ( of course he had had your consent before ). His fingers started fumbling with the adrenaline of the mission leaving his body and the anticipation of what was about to happen. He had spent his day losing time over some dumb guy and he wasn’t planning on losing anymore on the buttons of your shirt, so when he opened his mouth he wasn’t really intending to say “Hurry up and take those off. Do you think I've got time to waste ?”

His intonation took you by surprise, but what was even more shocking is that you immediately started doing what he had demanded of you. You felt yourself throb and you clenched your thighs. What the heck was that… This didn’t go unnoticed by him, a smirk drew itself on his lips when, once bare before his eyes, he was able to see the glistening desire pooling from your center. When you brought your legs closer he couldn't help but keep going “Didn't you hear what I just said ? Don’t you want to be good for a Hashira, once in your life ?” his tone was the same as usual though his words cut deep in your skin and gosh it felt so good.

You parted your legs as he undressed at the speed of the light, he was already so hard that you thought you’d start already. But he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your knees, his throbbing erection right in front of your mouth “Make it feel good… for everything I’ve done to protect the weaks- ah” he moaned as your eager mouth took him and started sucking and suckling on his glistening tip. His head fell back and you grabbed onto his muscular thighs to help yourself take him deeper.

Not so long after you started you could feel his hips rolling towards you as he subtly thrusts into your warm wet mouth “Mmmh just like this” he groaned, his hand coming to your hair to move you the way he wanted. But he wasn’t planning on coming inside your mouth, not today. That’s how he suddenly pulled you off his cock before pushing you back in the mattress and shoving it deep inside you.

Your walls flustered around his length as he pinned you down in a perfect matting press. His  movements were rough and fast, he just needed to get it out of his system. He kept whispering some harsh words in your ears, loving the way you tightened more and more with each one. His hands found purchase on your hips as he railed you the way he had wanted for the past few days. He knew soon he was going to come “You’re going to be useful and take all my come alright ?” he warned, but his words had for you the effect of a bomb. You were already teetering on the edge of a blissful orgasm with the way his cock kissed your cervix at each deep thrusts and his words were the last push you needed.

You came so hard around him that for a brief second his hips stuttered and stilled, you were squeezing and milking so hard, that he almost nutted. But then as he looked at your face he didn’t expect to see this, nor had he ever expected to react this way. Your eyes were glistening with tears, some had already rolled down your cheeks. He really made you come so hard your body felt the need to evacuate the pressure that had built up. Muichiro, in the throes of the moment didn’t hesitate a second as he restarted thrusting like a madman inside your thigh quivering warmth. You moaned, feeling him throb even more inside you, he was too moaning breathlessly. Gosh those tears had an insane power over him at the moment. His hips stuttered for one last time before he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cock nestling deep inside your folds as he came. Spurts of glistening ropes filling your depth as he finally slumped over your body.

It's evident to say that from then on something was going to change in your relationship, well mostly in bed. Now that he knew you liked to fuck hard, he could let off steam verbally. On the other hand, he was going to ask himself some questions about why your tears had such an effect on him. He thrusted his hips so as not to break the connection between you two. Doing so he realized that he was still hard even after he'd cum. He sighed out gently, knowing that it was far from over for him. And who knows, maybe he'd manage to get some more tears of pleasure from you.

[daddy-suguru]

Sanemi + titty fucking

✑ tags: big titty!reader, titty fucking, praise, sanemi calls you ma

Sinking his fingers into your breasts, bruising them while he fucks your breasts. Squishing them both together, memorizing the way his cock vanished in between them. Peaking out the top so close to your soft, swollen puffy lips.

Massaging your nipples, pinching them occasional to hear you cry. As he recalls "Wearing that loose-fitting tank top during training. With your beautiful fat tits bouncing and trying to spill out the sides." His cock nudges your lips, sticking out your tongue. For his flush pink head to swipe over your tongue with each stroke.

He spits on your tits, watching it roll down the curve of your breasts, in between your breasts. Accusing you of, "You did that on purpose didn't you, trying to get me to start at your pretty tits huh ma?"

You had taken Sanemi's muscle t-shirt and didn't wear a bra. It meant your breasts were swaying, bouncing, and jiggling during stretching and sparring. Sanemi was very distracted, giving you an upper hand on him.

Until he finally had enough, pinning you the front door. Ripping his shirt, and biting down on yoru breasts till you cried that you had enough. Before he dragged you into the bedroom, tied you up and slicked up your breasts, with flavored lube, to fuck and bite.