#hashibira inosuke smut

[possiblyreallyme]

Lovemaking Afternoon

warning: smut. pure smut. nothing kinky though.

His chest brushed against your back with each pump of his hips, moaning in your ear and letting his jaw go slack and fall open. Hot breath ran down your neck as goosebumps erupted on your sweat-slicked skin, a shiver running down your spine and shooting sparks of pure electricity into your bullied cunt.

"Fuck, baby, you're drippin'," He drawled in your ear, as if in awe of the puddle of slick beneath your hips, making the sheets uncomfortably wet and sticky but he only saw it as something cute. You could be almost as messy as he was sometimes.

His voice was always a bit deeper in the morning, but a few rounds of mid-day sex could get his tone lower than ever, chest rumbling against your back as he grunted out his awe-filled praises.

"Please, honey. Cum again, won't you?" He was begging, really. He just couldn't help it, couldn't care less if he sounded desperate or whiney or whatever the hell you'd tease him for later— if he didn't feel you clench around his cock and gush in the next few seconds, he thought he'd go crazy.

His hand was a clumsy as it pressed itself against your front, palm against your abdomen and knuckles pressed to the sheets of the bed while he snaked his way down you the space between your hips, fumbling with the front of your sex before pressing his fingers against your clit. The bud was small and easily breakable in his fingers, but he had done this enough that his touch was on autopilot, so easily circling his digit around the nub and pressing on it with his middle finger.

"Please, I- ahhhhh," He moaned, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as he felt that familiar splash of liquid against his balls when you came, cock twitching as it spurted his load so hard in your womb it was a wonder it didn't come out your nose.

"Ah, ah, ba-aby," He couldn't think, let alone talk. Not with such a perfect pussy squeezing him tighter than he thought possible, hips bucking and twitching urgently into your ass. He didn't care that drool was spilling down the corners of his lips, or that he looked rather pathetic with his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Good, so good, please- please."

You'd think he was done by the way he panted like a marathon runner, but oh no. He just needed a second to catch the breath you had stolen from him, then he'd be right back to it.

[mytheoristavenue]

Premature Ejaculation with your Favs!

Summary: You pity your incel classmate and pay his dorm a visit. Little do you know is all it takes is few French kisses to finish him off.

Warnings: college!au, modern!au, incel!character, virgin!character, misogyny, premature ejaculation, degredation, dom!reader, fem dom, sub!character, male sub

"O-Oh, fuck, please no, fuck-!" He hisses, shifting away from you, stiff as a board. "Oh my fucking god, shit, I'm so fucking sorry!"

All you can do is giggle at the wet spot on the front of his sweats and the humiliated crack in his voice. "Did you seriously jizz your pants?" You snort cruelly. "We were barely even making out!"

"D-Don't laugh! Fuck!" He scolds, covering himself as he awkwardly maneuvers off the bed. "Fuck's sake, cut me some slack, I've never done this before!"

"Awe, don't get all pissy!" You snicker, watching him waddle to the bathroom. "It's fine that you're a no pump chump, really! It's cute, actually!"

"I'm so glad you find this amusing," He grumbles, cleaning himself and dropping his sweats, walking out in just boxers and an old t-shirt. "'Cause I sure as hell don't." He ranted while tossing through a hamper to find a clean-ish pair of pants, having to do the sniff test on nearly everything.

"You really should clean your room, ya know? Maybe you'd actually get girls that way." You joke, lounging on his bed. "Girls don't like nasty rooms, dude."

He rolled his eyes, cheeks still pink. "Are you saying I don't get bitches?" He asked, stepping into a pair of pajama pants.

"More or less," You smirk at the irritated scowl he presented. "Also, don't call women bitches if you ever plan on changing that."

"All women are bitches," He says, turning back to you with a cocky grin. "And if I don't get any, why are you in my bed?"

"I felt bad for you, you're like a wet cat." You deadpan, hiding the fact that his last words dripped with more sex appeal than even he intended. "And I like messing with virgins."

"Shut up," He grumbled, the wind taken from his sails. "I don't need your pity, I could pull if I wanted to. Just got better shit to do."

"You mean like edging to hentai while all your friends go out to party?" You sneer, eyes flickering to his computer, pump bottle of lotion sitting beside the monitor so obviously.

"Oh my god, I hate you, is there a point to all this torment?" He finally asks, pacing the room, ready to throw you out.

You smile sweetly, catching his eye. You look so inviting as you lean back in his bed on your palms. "Hey, creep?" You coo and he gulps. He used to hate when you called him that, but now it melts him. He's already crawling over you nervously, shaking like a leaf.

"Y-Yeah?" He asks through quivering lips, hard on painfully obvious. You smirk at his short refractory period.

"Let's try again, yeah? I won't tell anyone you're a minute man if you try and hold out as long as you for me can this time m'kay?"

"O-Okay!"

Mezo Shoji, Katsuki Bakugo, Shihai Kuroiro, Neito Monoma, Mashirao Ojiro, Kosei Tsuburaba, Togaru Kamakiri, Shoto Todoroki, Shota Aizawa, Toya Todoroki, Enji Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Sanemi Shinazegaua, Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Guytaro Shabana, Inosuke Hashibira, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and whoever else you like!

[tiedsuccubus]

Being told that you have to go on a mission with tanjiro, genuinely has to be one of the scariest things ever for those in the demon slayer corps.

[loveemii]

How the Kamaboko Trio eats you out ! !

Warnings: Pussy eating, cumming, squirting, and dirty talk (cursing a little on ino’s part)

- characters of are of age -

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Tanjiro:

You and Tanjiro have been in a fight recently, as you know Tanjiro; he wants to talk about it but you, don’t really know exactly how to express your feelings to him. (Nor anyone else for that matter..)

He tries to bring up the fight everyday since then but it slowly starts to annoy and irritate you, he noticed how you would leave the room quickly to make dinner or to clean the house.

“Y/n-”

Tanjiro followed you to the kitchen as you washed some leftover dishes. As you scrubbed the plates you felt a hand on your upper thigh, gripping the skin of your lower butt. “Are you still talking about the fight? I told you I’m ok, we’re ok!” Y/n added the last part in a more enthusiastic way.

“Can we please just talk about it?” Tanjiro’s eyes were full of love and care, Y/n sighed. “How about tomorrow ok? I’m not feeling up to it now.” Tanjiro have a warm smile and although she couldn’t see him as she was still washing dishes. He turned the faucet water off and Y/n gave him a questioning look, “I’ll do them later. For now, follow me; ok love?”

Y/n did as he said and followed him, he took her hand in his and they walked a few steps to the dinner table.

Tanjiro gently lifted up the skirt his girlfriend was wearing and kneeled, “Tanjiro-what’re doing..?” Y/n asked as her face flushed with blush. “Shh, just relax for me.”

Y/n was already wet, and Tanjiro’s tongue licked smoothly over her clit. She gripped the edges of he table and let out a sigh of relief, along with small moans; Tanjiro kept teasing her clit before teasing her entrance.

“T-Tanjiro, please~” Y/n whined for him to put his tongue inside, he listened to her moans and slid his tongue inside, there were a couple of slurping sounds before he pulled his tongue out and inserted two fingers, he began to fuck her with his hands lower and at a good pace while he sucked and nibbled on her clit.

Y/n moaned louder and louder while Tanjiro fucked her so good with his fingers, sliding them out he placed them in again slower teasing her further, but she was already close. Tanjiro kept sucking and licking on her clit although she was cumming, he liked to hear her overstimulated moans, Y/n gasps and moans with a breathy tone, “Fuck~”

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Inosuke:

Y/n and Inosuke where out of the house, they usually don’t go out unless they need to. But sometimes on a rare occasion they like to visit the city; although Inosuke almost always causes havoc when he wants something for a lower price..

As they got home Y/n looked exhausted and Inosuke still had his bargaining face on which made him look angry, he was annoyed and glared at everything he saw. “Let’s go to bed Ino.” Y/n pleaded in a tired tone. “Yeah yeah, but next time I’m getting a lower price.” Inosuke hissed with his husky n raspy voice.

Y/n grabbed Inosuke’s hand and lead him into their shared bedroom, as Y/n began to change Inosuke noticed she had on her black laced bra and underwear; that set always turned him on.

Without saying a word Inosuke picked Y/n up in his arms bridal style. Her half naked body touching his rough abs; he laid her down on the bed as Y/n’s head rested over her pillow. Inosuke moved his pillow underneath her ass for support. “Inosuke, what are you doing?” Y/n asked as blush took over her cheeks, her fists were clenched to her sides.

“I wanna taste you, ok? So fucking be quiet and let me have you.” Inosuke spoke in a way he hasn’t in a while, usually when there is an intimate moment he doesn’t say much cursing words; but tonight was a little different.

Pulling her blacked laced panties down he kneels over the bed and built up enough saliva to spit on her already soaking wet pussy. “So fucking wet already, and all for me huh?” He teased as he sucked on Y/n’s clit a little before slurping her. “Inosuke~” Y/n squirmed as he clenched her fists even more turning her knuckles white.

Inosuke began to lick and suck on her clit faster like it was his last day on earth. He spit on her pussy again before rubbing his saliva all over and inside her with his skilled tongue. Y/n twitched and squirmed all while trying not to moan too much, “F-fuck~ Inosuke, s-so good~!”

He grabbed her legs and spread them ever further apart and lifted them back, he held onto Y/n like that fora while while he ate her out making her feel so fucking good. Inosuke stopped and looked up at Y/n’s blushing fucked face. “Stop moving so much or I’ll stop, want me to fucking stop?” Inosuke spoke hoarsely.

“M-mhm.” Y/n nodded her head wanting more of him, he then grabbed her thighs instead and continued on with that skilled tongue of his; “So goddamn filthy~ what a bitch you haven’t squirt yet..” Inosuke moved his tongue in n out of Y/n’s tight n wet pussy as a finger rubbed you clit violently.

Y/n remembering what Inosuke had said and tried her very best not to move so much although she was beginning to lose control of her twitches and movements. “Inosuke~ I’m so close~!” Her eyes shut tightly as her heart rate got higher n higher; she gripped the bedsheets and squirted all over his face; Inosuke swallowed of her liquid, as he continued to taste her insides Y/n bucked her hips up a little as she was in a daze of overstimulation.

Inosuke removed his mouth and Y/n was still squirting a little as it slowly came to an end. She was catching her breath before Inosuke licked his finger clean from her clit. He then stood up and leaned down to kiss Y/n, she tasted herself on his lips and placed a hand over his face as she deepened the kiss.

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Zenitsu:

Y/n had just gotten out of the shower; like she always had done, she wore only a towel around her body as her hair gently dripped with cold water. Zenitsu was always in awe when he saw her walk to their room and close the door in darkness before turning on the light.

He decided to try and see if she was feeling up to any intimate time tonight. Zenitsu knocked on the door while she dropped her towel to the ground; Y/n stood behind the door careful to only let her boyfriend see her head and damp hair. “Yes?” Y/n asked as she opened the door to a crack.

Zenitsu’s face was already so pink with embarrassment; “Uh-I, wanted to ask if I could maybe..sorry it was stupid!” Zenitsu still gets so flustered with his girlfriend after 3 years of being with her; Y/n still always finds it cute.

Zenitsu backed up from the door hiding from her sight, “Zenitsu, you can come in if you want.” Y/n offered having an idea in her mind; “N-no it’s ok! You can change!”

She opened the door wider and Zenitsu couldn’t help but just look n stare n admire her beautiful naked body in front of him; it was a sight for his eyes. “Y/n-you look so beautiful.”

Zenitsu complimented as he walked towards her slowly; she grabbed his hand and pulled him in the room with a big smile. “Thank you Zen.” She blushed as their bodies touched.

The smile that was on Zenitsu’s face faded away slow; his gaze was more dim serious yet still shy. “Y/n..” She waited for him to continue, “please let me taste you.” Zenitsu spoke in what sounded like a beg.

Y/n’s face was flushed with blush as she gently nodded; her heart rate went up even faster with the adrenaline of Zenitsu’s cold hands on her bare hips. He lead her to the bed and laid her face down on his pillow; Y/n moved her head to the side as Zenitsu slowly spread her legs for him.

“Can I start..?” Zenitsu asked shyly in a small tone; Y/n nodded her head. “Yes, please~” Y/n sort of cooed at him and he felt an erection grow; he blushed even more and kneeled at the edge of the bed on both knees.

Zenitsu held one thigh in his hand while his other gently began to rub her already wet pussy; he moved to her clit and placed his tongue inside. Y/n lowly moaned as she gripped the bedsheet. Zenitsu flicked his tongue inside her pussy as he brutally rubbed her clit; he got more of an erection as he heard her moan even more and whine for him.

“Zenitsu~please!” Y/n whined n moaned in pleasure; all she could think about was how her shy boyfriend was fucking her with his tongue; he removed his tongue and switched; he placed two fingers inside and began to flick his tongue multiple times over her clit; “Z-Zenitsu~!”

Y/n moaned even louder as she sort of bounced her hips for more friction; Zenitsu put his tongue back inside her tight n wet pussy and flicked his tongue even faster in addiction to the taste.

After a few minutes of Zenitsu repeating his movements Y/n came all over his face; when she looked over at him who met her face by the pillow she saw all of her cum smothered on his face; he looked beautiful with her all over him.

Zenitsu lifted a finger up to his nose and took some cum off then licked his finger clean; “You taste amazing~” Y/n blushed and pulled him into a kiss getting some of her own cum on her face but Zenitsu licked it off.

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thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed <33

- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you

[deathc-re]

hi I just seen your requests are open! Could I please request something for Inosuke (demon slayer?) small fic or headcannons your choice! Just want chaotic smut Please and thank you

an: omg i love this! i think anything including inosuke would be chaotic, sex is no exception lmao

warnings: afab reader, aphrodisiac, cursing, dirty talk, breeding kink, mention of reading being pregnant & outdoor sex

inosuke was assigned a mission, and you were assigned to babysit. a demon was on a rampage, killing high up government officials under the guise of a high end prostitute.

despite his protests, this was a two person job and according to your crow, "the two of you are close so there should be no issue."

you made your way to where the hideout was suspected to be. the forest night air was warm with a cool breeze, the night sky twinkled with stars and the crickets sung their songs. it's only, you weren't able to hear them because of the non stop complaining and grumbling coming for your partner.

"inosuke, shut up! god damn! you're being such a little baby, we're almost there and you're gonna alert the thing that we're coming." you said through gritted teeth.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?? HUH?-" he started with his screaming but you covered his mouth quickly. you felt a presence and looked around. as your eyes scanned the forest you noticed a pinkish fog creep across the floor.

you thought to jump into a tree but the sound of inosuke groaning changed your thought process. you turned to see him doubled over, face flushed and a line of sweat forming on his forehead.

"fuck-" he breathed, stumbling about.

"inosuke! are you ok? what's wrong? what are your symptoms?" you tried to keep your cool but panic was slowly clouding your mind. you've never seen him like that.

"hot," he panted, "i- i'm hot."

hot? then it hit you. an intense feeling of heat and arousal churned in your stomach. you gasped and looked down, you had been too slow. now the pink mist was swirling around your legs, taunting you for your lack of action.

your breathing picked up as you tired to gain your footing, suddenly feeling off balance. your mind felt fogged and the throbbing coming from between your legs was at the forefront. you looked up at inosuke with half-libbed eyes and another wave of arousal hit you at the sight of him. mask off, heaving and looking at you with a wild, lust filled gaze.

he always found you attractive; everything from your demeanor all the way to how your hair fell. you mesmerized him and it wasn't uncommon for your image to pop in his head when he pulled at his dick mercilessly.

there was only one thing of his mind and he was going to get it. he stalked towards you, strong hands pulled you to be flush against his chest. dropping his head into your neck he began to pepper kisses and bites. you moaned, body all the more sensitive.

"let me take you." it wasn't a question but a demand, his voice raspy, laced with desire.

"i need to feel you," he continued "every single inch."

you shuddered at the feeling of his breath against your ear. your body was screaming at you, you needed to be filled and you needed it now. with a nod, inosuke took your lips.

it was sloppy and rough, tongues clashing as moans and hums fell from the both of you. you don't remember how but your uniform was torn off, you now exposed and bare to inosuke, the cool night air only making your nipples more perky. he growled at the sight and lifted you up, placing your back against a tree while your legs wrapped around his small waist.

he had dropped his pants and was pumping at his dick, already leaking with pre cum and twitching at the thought of being buried deep in you. you whimpered, gripping his shoulder and looking into his eyes with urgency. he gave you a crooked smile and lined himself up, pushing into you slowly.

your mouth fell open at the stretch, no sound came out but your eyes screwed shut, your nails digging into inosuke's shoulder. he choked out a groan, head falling into your crook.

he's never felt anything like this before, so warm, so tight, so wet. his fist has never felt like this and he never wants to leave it. he licked and sucked at your neck, his hold on your back ever so strong while he bottomed out.

you both moaned in unison at the amazing feeling.

once he started to move, his pace went straight to bruising. quick and harsh thrusts letting only gasps leave you at the force and pleasure. his girth dragging along your walls, reaching places you never could alone. you could only manage out broken cries of his name and feeble gasps.

his balls slapped against you, the forest filling with the lewd sounds of sex and passion. inosuke was known for his stamina so it came to no surprise that it took him a while to reach his release. thankfully though, through moans and whimpers you were able to direct him to your throbbing bud and he hasn't let up since. rubbing mind numbing circles, holding you up with one arm like it was child's play.

a white ring formed at the bottom of his cock, you barely keeping the drool in your mouth from how good you felt, from how fucked out you were. you felt inosuke twitching inside you and it only made your core ache more.

"'m gonna cum inside." he said, "i'm gonna fill you so deep-" a groan cut him off as you squeezed around him tighter, another release coming quick. "i'm gonna fill you with my kids. you want that? huh? you wanna carry my kids for me?"

the thought of you walking around, pregnant and barefoot, rubbing your belly that has his kid made his mind reel. his hold on you get impossibly tighter as his thrusts lost their rhythm. you mellow out his name, legs trembling. he lets out his infamous chuckle, smiling down at you, "let's see that pretty smile of yours, huh?"

he groaned at the sight of your strained and tear stained face, twitching into a crooked smile.

he came deep, shooting ropes into your womb and coating your walls with his kids. he groaned, eyes closed tightly and face flushed red. his hold on you grew tight as his arms trembled, his fingers on your bud only now stopping.

you both came down from your intense highs panting, gripping each other for dream life. how were you gonna explain this?

[slayfics]

Hey!! I love your writing style and how Canon the characters are! So I was wondering if you could make something similar to "muchiro uses your attraction to him against you in training" but with inosuke?<33

Inosuke uses your attraction for him against you in training.

Warnings: NSFW themes | Inosuke aged up

A breeze gently passed by causing the birds to chirp, and butterflies you were eyeing to spread their wings. It was nice to sit down and enjoy the slowness of the moment for a bit. However, the tranquil scene was quickly disrupted by a booming voice that caused the birds to scatter and the butterflies to flutter away.

"HEY, YOU! FIGHT ME!" The voice yelled. You didn't need to turn around to know who was challenging you.

"Hello, to you too Inosuke," You said playfully.

"COME ON YOU ARE JUST SITTING THERE! LET'S TRAIN!" He proposed. As much as you wanted to continue relaxing, a tug in your chest encouraged you to seize the opportunity to spend more time with the hot-headed demon slayer. Even if it was just training. After all, that seemed to be the only thing Inosuke ever wanted to do other than eat.

Two more demon slayers joined behind Inosuke. "Inosuke can't you see they are trying to relax," Tanjiro interjected.

"Yeah we just got done training too aren't you tired?" Zenitsu asked.

"NO! I'm not weak like you!" Inosuke said, placing his hands on his sides and puffing out his chest.

You laughed at the demon slayer's cockiness "It's fine we can fight, but if I win you have to sit here with me and watch the birds." You proposed.

"SURE WHATEVER. As if I'd lose to you anyway." He said with what you imagined was a wide grin under his mask.

You stood up to face the demon slayer and he wasted no time coming at you with full force. You quickly dodged to the side moving out of the way of Inosuke's attack causing only his shoulder to brush against you. The brief brush up against the demon slayer caused your heart to flutter.

It was just a moment but Inosuke's quick instincts caught on to the change that happened when he made contact with you. Your breathing changed, cheeks reddened, and movements slowed just the slightest. He understood he could use this to his advantage.

You spun around ready to block his next attack but an attack didn't come. Instead of an attack, Insouke dropped his swords, ran toward you, and reached out to grab both of your breasts.

Your eyes shot wide open and your heart stopped. A squeak escaped your lips as a bright blush ignited on your face. Did Inosuke really just cop a feel??

"INOSUKE!" Tanjiro yelled at the demon slayer furiously.

Insouke took advantage of your paralysis and quickly pinned you to the floor and straddled you.

"HAHAHA! I TOLD YOU I WOULDN'T LOSE!" He said, bouncing on top of you.

"INOSUKE STOP!" Tanjiro yelled and began to run over with Zenitsu.

Inosuke continued to laugh basking in his victory. Meanwhile, you were seeing stars as the situation was too much for you to handle. Embarrassed, you struggled to get your hands free from under Inosuke desperate to cover your flustered face.

Tanjiro and Zenitsu pulled at the feral demon slayer to try and release him but he took it as a challenge and fought back even harder.

Mphf~ 

Finally, your hands broke free and you swiftly covered your face as the struggle between the three boys was now causing Inosuke to further bounce and push against you.

"It's fine Tanjiro~" You mumbled desperately to stop the interaction before you lost all self-control.

"YOU REALLY ARE AN IDIOT YOU KNOW THAT!" Zenitsu yelled while grabbing Inosuke's mask from his head and running away. Another squeak escaped your lips at the sight of the demon slayer's face. It was no secret to anyone how attractive Inosuke was under his mask.

Finally, Inosuke got up off of you, only to chase down Zenitsu for his mask.

"I apologize for Inosuke, are you alright?" Tanjiro said, looking down at you. It was then he noticed how flustered you were from the whole event "Oh.. hum..." He said whistling and looking away to give you privacy.

"I am more than alright~" You replied in a daze, still lying down needing a moment to catch your breath.

Thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Inosuke in a long time but I immediately saw this scene unfold when I read your request and knew I had to make it a reality. I’m sorry if this isn’t as steamy as you would have liked, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

They are so adorable :,)

Reblog if you use or see!!

[tothemeadow]

can you make a dream of mine come true? its where the trio are on a mission during the mission they get hit with a lust demon art. when they are done with the mission they are drooling for y/n. they all want you at the same time. and you need to try to treat them without them killing you.

goddamn anonnie this is so TASTY 😫

'three's a crowd' / Kamaboko Trio x Reader

warnings: NSFW, mild gore, mild dubcon, oral sex, fingering, handjobs, three on one action, all the fuggin mayonaise

words: 3,961

notes: aged up characters, AFAB reader/female bits, they/their pronouns

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“Continue west! West! Almost there!” the Kasugai squawks overhead.

“We get it, you damn crow!” Inosuke yells back. “I oughta cook you already!”

“Inosuke,” Tanjiro quips, “focus.”

Grumbling, Inosuke ceases his verbal attack at the bird and turns his attention to the path before him. Zenitsu, on the other hand, snickers to himself.

Once again, the three make their way to whatever destination calls them; demons are everywhere, ready to pounce at any time. One must keep moving if they’re part of the corps. This time, though, rather than going single, Tanjiro’s Kasugai crow collected the three of them, informing the trio of a rampant demon terrorizing a town and its surroundings.

It wouldn’t be the first (or last) time that a demon goes on mass killing sprees, but to have so many victims in a short amount of time… It’s troubling, to say the least. Knowing that it’s eating more than well is enough to raise concerns, and it would be a foolish decision to let a single person walk towards their death. Having three people should make the task easier – hopefully.

They’ve discussed what little details fellow crows managed to compile – all the victims seem to be male, none of them dropping under the age of 16. Other than that, well… that’s for the trio to figure out.

Before too long, the crow gives a final squawk and takes an abrupt turn, soaring away from the group. Up ahead, silhouettes of houses break through the expanse of orange sky. At long last, they’ve finally made it to their destination. However, as the sun continues to set and night creeps closer, they’ll have to come with a plan – and fast.

“Kamado Tanjiro!” another Kasugai crow calls out.

The three look to the sky as the crow flies towards them from the direction of the town.

“Waiting for you, yes! Preparations are underway!”

“Guys, hey! Over here!” another new voice shouts.

On the outskirts of town, you wave the other three down, your free hand cupping the side of your mouth. The Kasugai crow circles back around and heads back towards you, seemingly leading the way. The three boys slow their running to a jog as they come closer to you, surprise written on their faces. As far as they were concerned, nobody else was assigned to this mission.

Tanjiro calls out your name as they draw even closer still, a smile spreading itself across his face. “What are you doing here?”

“Backup, apparently,” you say without missing a beat. “I was nearby when I was summoned.”

Zenitsu, appearing absolutely ecstatic to see you, hastily cuts the others off before they have a chance to speak. “It’s great to see you,” he gushes, face heating up. “How have you been?”

Inosuke makes a gagging noise. You can’t see his face beneath the mask, but you can tell its scrunched up in disgust. “Can you not think with your dick for once?”

Zenitsu impatiently swats at him, his ponytail swinging from the sheer force of the movement. “Says you, you muscle-brained idiot! You’re the one who humps tree hollows when no one’s looking!”

Tanjiro facepalms.

Surprisingly, you laugh. “It’s good to see that you boys haven’t changed much.” The mirth disappears from your face as your expression darkens. “Still… You’ve been updated as to what’s been going on lately, right?”

Nodding, Tanjiro steps another closer to you, ignoring the bickering two behind him. “Disappearances, yeah. Any bodies been found?”

“That’s not what I’m quite sure of yet. If the demon doesn’t have some sort of domain they can pull their prey into, they must be directing the men to some lair.”

Hearing you specifically say men makes a shiver run down Tanjiro’s spine. Hell, if anything goes wrong, his friends – himself included – could be in big, big trouble.

You continue. “It’s odd that they’re targeting such a select group of people. Do you think it could be a female demon?”

“I wouldn’t push away the thought, although it’s not the exact reason yet.”

“I say we use this dumbass as bait,” Zenitsu snips. He squeals as Inosuke takes him in a headlock.

“Whatever it is we’re dealing with, I wanna kill it!” Inosuke exclaims in his ever so charming brash way of his. He cackles, his thick arms squeezing tighter around Zenitsu’s neck.

“Night’s approaching. Come on, we’ve got to get ready,” you say. You snap your fingers at Inosuke. “Let him go. He’s not going to be much use to us if you kill him, no?”

Grumbling, Inosuke does as told and finally lets Zenitsu go. Zenitsu collapses onto his knees, sputtering and clutching at his throat. “You… asshole…!”

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“You’ve… got to be kidding me.”

The cavern is relatively 6 meters wide, 10 meters tall; it’s not deep, rather a shallow divot in the forest walls amongst the rocks piling into a mountain. What’s surprising, though, is the number of bodies hanging from the ceiling. Bodies is a pretty giving word – you meant to say skeletons.

Each of them is upside down, arms extended past their heads. The bones are picked nearly clean, their white sheen telling you that they’re relatively fresh. The cavern doesn’t smell of spoiled meat or blood, so it most likely means that the demon at hand stripped them bare before attaching them to the roof of the cave.

To your side, Zenitsu shakes, bottom lip quivering in a way that seems like it’s vibrating. His knees clack together as a pathetic whimper escapes his throat.

Inosuke scratches the back of his head. “At least they’re not suffering, right?”

“Inosuke,” Tanjiro snaps.

“It has to be nearby,” you interject, quickly discouraging any potential argument. “Demons just don’t leave their… collection out for anyone to grab.”

Zenitsu hastily shakes his head. “Hell no. I’m not sticking around long enough to find out!”

“WhY nOt?”

Zenitsu screams; he leaps into your arms, hands linking together behind your neck. Within a few paces from his previous spot, a grotesque demon stares at your group, head cocked at an unnatural angle. Black, stringy hair falls in its face, its eyes nothing more than empty sockets. The body resembles a mantis, the prickles on its forearms dripping with what you presume is a poison.

How fun.

The demon’s lips draw back in a snarl, jagged teeth gleaming in the low light. It seems to be glaring right at you. “LeT hIm Go.” The voice is no better than dragging nails down a chalkboard. You can’t help but wince.

If this thing is going to try to kill you, it wouldn’t hurt to ask for some basic information, no? Shifting your weight, you turn so that Zenitsu is sheltered behind you, your chin tucked over your shoulder. “And why would I do that exactly, hmm? It doesn’t seem like you’re very hospitable to your guests.”

“Please just tell us,” Tanjiro’s voice rings out, yet it sounds muffled. Looking over, you’re met with the sight of him clutching a hand over his nose, expression scrunched in disgust. Instinctively, you whiff at the air, but there’s nothing worth noting. Odd.

The demon’s face jerks in Tanjiro’s direction. “MaLe. NiNeTeEn. DeLiCiOuS.”

You huff. “What about me?” If your previous hypothesis is correct, then the demon should show a preference for the guys in your group…

Once again, the demon snarls at you. “FeMaLe.”

Bingo.

“Inosuke, now!” you yell.

The demon swivels its head around just in time to see Inosuke leaping at it, dual blades extending in graceful arcs towards its neck. It screeches as it barely dodges, the sharp, uneven edges catching the flesh of its jugular. Blood spews from the wound, a blackish red that is far from a human’s.

Setting Zenitsu down (he’s already passed out, who knew?) you draw your own blade. Tanjiro’s already ahead of you, charging at the demon at a speed naked to the untrained eye. Soon, the three men and you are taking turns swinging at the demon’s fleshy neck, attacks bouncing off each other in a dizzying rhythm. Blood and poison fly in fat droplets each time a hit lands; whether either is harmful, you don’t know. Blood already speckles your face and uniform, yet you don’t feel any pain or discomfort.

The fight continues into the wee hours of the night; it’s been a while since the fight left the cave, migrating into the woods instead. While your group makes use of the branches and the sturdy trunks, the demon does the same. A sweep of the hind legs sends you flying, your body crashing through the surrounding branches and other foliage. A sharp gasp breaks free as your spine makes contact with the rough bark of a tree. Your vision swims, but the bloodcurdling scream emitting from the demon has your ears perking and hairs standing on end.

As your vision clears, silence sets in. It’s still a few hours before dawn cracks and the forest properly wakes up. The usual trill of bugs fills the atmosphere, broken by the slight haggard breath here and there. With a groan, you draw yourself to a stand and waddle over to where the other three stand. Your blade slips into your sheath with a clean schlink – the sound of a job well done.

“Is everyone alright?” you croak. Thankfully, your eyes have long adjusted to the near nonexistent lighting, so you’re able to locate the others fairly well.

Inosuke grumbles and promptly throws himself onto the ground, limbs spread eagle. Zenitsu is sitting against a tree, his head cradled in his hands. Neither reaction is cause for concern (not usually, anyway), but Tanjiro… Tanjiro looks ill. You notice his nostrils flare whenever you draw closer.

“Tanjiro?”

“Fucking hell!” Inosuke yells. “Can’t you say anything else than his name for once?”

Your brows furrow together. “Inosuke, what are you going on about now?”

Zenitsu groans from his spot.

Gods, are all of them sick? Did the demon’s poison have more of an effect than you originally thought?

Slowly, Zenitsu picks himself off the ground and shuffles over. His arms sling themselves around you again, but it’s different than before. His touch feels different. You jump in place as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“Oi! You son of a bitch!” Inosuke yells again. Foliage and twigs crunch under him as he scrambles to get up, entire body flexing angrily as he reaches for Zenitsu. “Off!”

You send a pleading look towards Tanjiro. Surely he would have an idea of what’s going on, right?

Right??

Still, Tanjiro refuses to say anything. His eyes are glued to yours, his jaw slack. He hastily wipes at his gaping lips and chin, yet it does nothing to hide the sheen of saliva sticking to his skin. A soft thunk brings your attention back to the two crowding around you; Inosuke has abandoned his boar head, the poor thing looking almost lonely on the ground. He openly lavishes your neck, tongue licking fat stripes against the skin.

A firm shove to the chest sends Inosuke falling straight onto his ass. You cup the side of your neck, completely scandalized. He doesn’t seem deterred by your rejection – if anything, it makes his eyes glow hungrily through the dark, a small growl rumbling in his throat.

Something hard pokes into your hip. You flash a wild look at Zenitsu. He merely looks back at you with a pleading gaze, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth.

You swallow heavily. “Guys,” you start slowly, carefully, “we can get you to a Wisteria House or the Butterfly Mansion. I need you to keep your heads on straight. Breathe.”

“Please,” Zenitsu murmurs.

…Fuck.

Just like with Inosuke, you shove Zenitsu away. However, instead of staying there and lecturing them, you abruptly turn on your heel and run. It’s a ridiculous idea, you’re well aware of that, but the more distance you put between yourself and the three men, the better. Whatever was in that demon’s poison, it’s clearly messing with their psyches. You need time to think up a plan – and fast.

Trees fly by in a hazy blur as you make your escape. As you scale up a trunk, you hear not-so-distant shouts of your name echoing. From there, you jump from limb to limb, movements sleek and well-practiced. When was the last time you were chased like this? It had to have been a few years, at least, not since you were a fresh corps member.

It hits you before you see it; the sheer force of the collision rips the air from your lungs. Flashes of yellow fill your peripheral and a panicked word rings throughout your brain. Thunder.

Fortunately, Zenitsu has enough sense not to let you fall to the forest floor. He lands squarely on his feet with you held tightly in his arms. Both Tanjiro and Inosuke appear not a second later, and it’s only then that you realize that they’re all drenched in sweat.

Tanjiro says your name; he sounds pained, yet sweet. Guilt swims in the depths of his eyes, but another emotion lays over it heavily. It’s a look you’ve seen in Tengen’s eyes when he’s with his wives, or when Obanai is staring longingly at Mitsuri. You begin to squirm in Zenitsu’s hold, but his arms only tighten around you.

It’s hard to say who attacks first. One moment, you’re watching Tanjiro with a bated breath; the next, you’re on your back, staring up at three different faces. There’s a pair of rough hands tugging away at your haori, the buttons of your uniform. Goosebumps erupt over your skin once cool air caresses it, but then those very hands are fondling your breasts.

“Wait- No-“ you stammer.

A squeak breaks from your throat as your nipples are yanked on, calloused thumbs rolling them into stiff peaks. Zenitsu swears under his breath, his eyes glued to your chest. Inosuke looks just as lost, his gaze a million miles away. Tanjiro flashes you a timid smile.

“Please, just… Bear with us,” he tells you. Leaning down, he skims his lips against your temple. He breathes your name. “We’ll take care of you. I promise.”

A mouth latches around a nipple, eliciting a sharp breath from you. “What… What happened to you guys…?”

“That damned demon sprayed something at us,” Inosuke slurs. It sounds like his mouth is full.

Zenitsu promptly pushes Tanjiro’s head away and descends, his lips capturing yours. Your mind stalls as he pushes his tongue inside, a moan following soon after. You’re aware of Zenitsu’s stories of “wooing” women (to which degree you believe him is relatively low) and his general berating of Tanjiro and Inosuke’s lack of skills, but this… Well, it appears that he lives up to those stories.

You never thought you’d catch yourself kissing Zenitsu (if tongue and teeth equal as such) but it feels good. Still, this is wrong. These boys are your friends, and they’re under the influence of some Demon Art. That itself is odd, considering the effects of one die off as soon as the demon is killed. This poison had to be of some outside nature; possibly a concoction that the demon created itself?

Tanjiro busies himself with stroking your hair and the skin he can reach. He’s steadily breathing in your scent, little murmurs of appreciation and groans filling your ear. Inosuke suckles on your breast, teeth gnawing on your nipple until it’s flushed and swollen. Your lips are in a similar state once Zenitsu finally pulls away.

“I want to eat you,” Zenitsu says. The wicked flicker in his eyes tells you that he’s being completely serious.

You shuffle to sit up, but Tanjiro pushes you back down by your shoulders, smile apologetic but eyes the same as Zenitsu’s. “Wait, wait, wait- You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“I get why that bastard strung all those guys up,” Inosuke grunts.

Your eyes go wide.

A silent agreement passes between the three and there goes Zenitsu’s hands again, undoing your belt and yanking your hakama down. Tanjiro hisses at the scent of your gathering arousal; it’s clear that your traitorous body enjoyed their attention a bit too much. Your fundoshi gets pealed away and your thighs instinctively clench together, wanting to hide your precious core from their hungry eyes.

“Open up,” Zenitsu breathes. He wiggles his way in between your legs and pries your thighs apart. Three sets of eyes focus on your puffy lower lips, at the sheen of arousal coating them. Embarrassment floods your face. “Beautiful,” Zenitsu openly moans.

You’re left completely speechless as Zenitsu ducks down, mouth latching onto your pussy. With a jolt, you shout his name, heart beating furiously against your ribcage. You’re genuinely worried it’ll try leaping from your chest and run away into the night. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with what’s exactly happening; Zenitsu laps at your insides with purposeful movements, his nose held stiff to your clit.

“Move over,” Inosuke barks. He grabs a hold of Zenitsu’s haori and yanks him away, quickly taking his spot and raking his teeth against your sensitive flesh. You try to jerk away from him, but he wraps his strong arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he works you open with his tongue. He’s not as skilled as Zenitsu, but he makes it up with sheer enthusiasm.

Tanjiro takes your hand in his, his lips skimming your knuckles. It’s comforting, but you know he’s going to be wanting something from you as well. He directs your hand to his crotch; something hot meets your hand and Tanjiro shudders. Your eyes drop from his face, the sight of your fingers wrapped around his heavy cock causing something to stir in your gut.

Inosuke groans as your slick pours into his mouth, his hips pressed firmly to the ground. Zenitsu follows in Tanjiro’s footsteps and comes to your other side; your hand soon finds his own cock, precum leaking from the flushed tip.

Shit, this is really happening. If you go through with this, will the poison’s effects wear off? Will you be able to look at the trio the same ever again?

You tentatively squeeze both cocks and the delightful sound of deep groans fill your ears.

All doubts disappear.

Frankly, you’re not even sure how you’re supposed to go about this, but you still give it your best shot. The precum oozing from their cockheads make the slide of your hands easier, much to their satisfaction. Inosuke’s mouth is still hot on your drooling pussy, his eyes fixated on your parted lips and hooded eyes. Plush lips latch around your clit as two fingers breach your fluttering hole; a whorish moan erupts from your lips, and the cocks in either hand twitch at the sound.

“Make them cum,” Zenitsu tells Inosuke. “Gods dammit, Inosuke, make them cum.”

You aren’t sure if it’s his filthy words, Inosuke’s mouth, or the precum coating your hands, but that tight little knot in your lower stomach snaps and then you’re practically gushing all over Inosuke’s fingers. Wicked panting fills the air as Inosuke sits up, his pupils blown to hell.

“I want it,” he growls, his fingers digging into the muscle of your thigh.

Tanjiro speaks your name again, sounding absolutely wrecked. “Can you- Do you think you can take us all at once?”

Your pussy flutters at his words. You never thought you’d hear Tanjiro, sweet, sweet Tanjiro, say something so filthy. It suddenly feels too hard to swallow correctly. “H-How?” You hate how your voice cracks.

“Winner gets their mouth,” Zenitsu husks.

What?

Much to your surprise, the three engage in some oddly horny round of rock-paper-scissors. You’ve got be fucking kidding me.

Tanjiro makes a sound of excitement when he wins. How he manages to still be so precious at a time like this is beyond you. Still, you let the guys rearrange your positions into something more… workable. Now, your knees are digging into the ground below you, haunches tucked below as you stare up at the other three. Zenitsu licks his lips as he slowly grinds his aching cock into your fist. Inosuke doesn’t seem too pleased at losing to Tanjiro of all people, but he is pleased that your hand is stroking his thick cock.

Tanjiro’s face is scrunched. Although his cock is thick and flushed a pretty shade of red, hesitation still pulls at him. Zenitsu notices his inner turmoil and brings a hand to the back of your head.

“Pretty thing, open your mouth nice and wide, okay? Make sure your teeth are covered,” he urges.

Inosuke releases a guttural fuck as your jaw falls open, cute little pink tongue beckoning Tanjiro. Biting his lip, Tanjiro focuses on your pretty mouth. Precum pearls at his tip and runs down his shaft; he’s practically begging to have his cock in your mouth, even though he hasn’t said anything.

“Is this okay?” Tanjiro says through grit teeth.

You slowly nod your head.

A hiss passes through those clenched teeth as Tanjiro eases his hips forward, hand directing his cock towards your mouth. Your eyes fall shut as the weight settles on your tongue. Musk and salt fill your senses; it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced, yet you find yourself enjoying the stretch of your jaw, the silken girth pressing further into your mouth.

Allowing Tanjiro fall into a rhythm, you keep your breathing steady and focus on the cocks in your hands. They feel the same as Tanjiro’s, all hot and hard and soft at the same time. A chorus of moans is music to your ears. There are murmurs of your name, sweet pet names, yet there’s always that choke of a curse word and a slight thrust of the hips.

The tip of Tanjiro’s cock hits the back of your throat and you cough. He pauses his movements, hand caressing your throat; he’s ever so patient, even as he’s leaking down your throat and saying your name like a prayer. He pushes in just the slightest bit, and then he growls as he feels the bulge of his cock in your throat. Now, you’re well used to Inosuke growling, but the way Tanjiro does it has your pussy dripping.

You’re nothing more than a toy, some pathetic thing to let them get their kicks. You feel so used, chin, lips, and hands covered in slick precum, your pussy weeping onto the ground below you. Opening your eyes, you take your time to look at each and every single one of the boys. There’s another fuck! and Inosuke’s cumming all over your fist, some of it even splashing onto your cheek. The sight triggers a domino effect of some sort; Zenitsu shoots his own load, spilling all over your hand and whining piteously. Tanjiro is only a few moments behind, his hand clenching around your throat as he empties his spend into your mouth.

Tanjiro pulls away and sinks to his knees, words gentler than before as he rubs his thumbs across your cheekbones. He kisses you softly, and the stark difference in behavior nearly has you dizzy. Zenitsu’s panicking about something, voice shrill as he cries out his apologies. Inosuke merely gives a what?

“Thank you,” Tanjiro whispers against your mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Wait, does this mean you’re cured?” you croak. Zenitsu squeaks when you look at him.

“Yeah,” Tanjiro tells you. He begins to give a little smile, but then his nostrils flare and he glances down between you two. A bright blush spreads across his handsome face. “You… Would you like our help?”

You lick your lips. “Yes.”

[chiharuhashibira]

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

But make it Professor X Student

Tengen's unmaried here so it'll be less complicated than it already is XD Also, Reader here is 22 and Tengen is 30.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑨𝒓𝒕

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

Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Suggestive/Curse Words/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit

Minors DNI.

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

🌸𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒛𝒖𝒊🌸

"Sensei, are you here?"

You knocked at the door of his art room with your chest pounding. Bringing the art materials back to his art room isn't something that you always do. It's Zenitsu's usual task as he is the Art Club president, but he's absent, so you have no choice. It's not that you didn't like it; it's just that Tengen is crazy.

He's the kind of professor whose mood changes a lot. Oh well, he says he needs that to make his art flashier. And that's not it...

He was one of your junior high teachers before he disappeared, and now he's here at your university as your art professor. But as far as you know, he isn't aware of that. Of course, he had taught so many students.

No words came from inside the room, so you opened the door and were flabbergasted with what you saw.

Nope, not the one you're thinking about right now.

Tengen was there, sitting in his chair with his eyes focused on what he was painting. There and then, you felt your cheeks grow hot, even if his room was very cold. He still hadn't noticed your presence, so you remained in your position, watching how elegantly his hand moved while painting.

You were shocked to notice that your heartbeat had accelerated. All your life, you had just seen Tengen as an art teacher; that's it. But he aged like fine wine, and now you felt yourself being drawn more to him.

But you can't just stare at him all day; you still need to head home. You believe that almost all of your classmates are at home right now, sipping tea or doing their homework. You need to rest too.

So, you cleared your throat, and that made Tengen look up, meeting your eyes.

"Sensei, I just came here to bring this back. Agatsuma-san's not around. No worries; I checked everything, and it's all complete."

"Uh, okay." He said this, standing from his seat to stretch his back. Gosh, he's tall, and that made you realise how small you are. You placed the box on his other table and were about to go when he spoke up.

"You've really changed a lot, Y/L/N-chan."

You looked back at him and saw him beside you this time. Tengen surely moves faster than you can imagine. You were surprised to know that he still remembers. You gulped and stood straight, facing him.

"Hmm, as far as I can remember, you were at this height before." He said, pointing at his elbows. You frowned and crossed your arms at him. "No, I'm not!"

"And still as hot-headed as always!"

You rolled your eyes and were about to go when he suddenly handed you a paintbrush. "I hope you still paint like before, though. I would love to see your flashy creations again!" He said it with a smile that completely erased the annoyance that you felt because of his teasing.

"Thank you, sensei!" You bowed and ran out of his art room, making sure that he wouldn't see how red you were right now.

He remembers. You were his favourite student back then, so of course he will.

--

A few days passed, and all you could think of was Tengen and that moment. You always brought the brush that he gave you and even tried painting with it. But then, you're still too shy to show him your creations. You're not the junior high student who would often run to him and say,

"Sensei, look! I drew mountains!"

"Sensei! I learned a new shading technique!"

"Sensei! I sketched you!"

You stopped in your tracks when you remembered that somewhere in your sketchbook that you always bring as well, his image is immortalised as your creation. You were always fascinated with his fuchsia eyes and their flashiness, and that's one of the reasons why you loved art back then as well. You idolised your teacher too much.

"Oh! Y/L/N-chan! You're here!"

Tengen's voice surprised you, and you turned to see him standing behind you, wearing a dark-coloured haori over his shirt instead of his usual hoodie. His hair was not styled right now, but he still looked amazing. Why in the world would he find you this easy? The campus was big, but still, he's here again.

You composed yourself and smiled at him and his best friend, the history professor, Kyojuro Rengoku. "Good day, Tengen-sensei, Rengoku-sensei."

"I told you, Kyo, she was one of the best students back then!"

You blushed as he boasted about you to his friend. "No, I'm not! Don't believe him, Rengoku-sensei."

"Why not? You were my little apprentice back then! You even wanted special art classes, remember?"

You blushed more at what he was saying. Yes, you wanted special classes from him before, but today's different.

"It's actually great to know Tengen-san! But I think I have to go and leave you two! It's nice meeting you, Y/L/N-san!"

Kyojuro walked away, leaving you with a smiling Tengen. You looked away. "What's up, Y/L/N-chan?" He asked with a low voice.

"Good."

"Still mad 'cause I teased you the last time? HAHA! I don't know how you can resist my flashiness!"

You rolled your eyes and pouted. "What do you need, sensei?"

"Hmm, nothing earlier, but now that you asked, I want you to be my model."

"What?"

"Uhh, be my model?"

"Paint me like one of your French girls. Sensei! I heard that from somewhere! Can you also do it for me?"

"No." As a flashback of the innocent you asking Tengen to paint you like one of his French girls came back in your memory, you quickly declined the offer. God, I was such an idiot back then!

"That's sad. Okay then!"

Tengen walked past you with a sudden, serious look that made you rethink what you had said. He was your mentor before, and honestly, right now, you want to see him look at you the way he looked at his painting back in the art room at that time.

"Tengen-sensei!" You called, and your professor stopped walking but didn't face you or answer. "Sensei sorry, I'll be your model."

He faced you with a smile and said, "Knew it! My flashiness would still work on you! I'll meet you later at my gallery around 8 p.m. I know you know the place. You always visit me there when you're still a young kiddo!"

"Ugh! Stop with the reminiscing, sensei. Just paint me... I mean, let's just get this over with."

You walked past him this time, but you swear that when you said, "Just paint me..." there was a sudden change in his expression, as if a memory had been unlocked. You don't want to dive into it more, but you also want to know if those core memories still visit him.

Your class ended early, so you headed home directly, preparing to meet your art professor later. Yes, the conversation would be about art and other stuff, but a small part of you desires his attention, so you wear your most beautiful dress.

You ate dinner at the cafe near his gallery, waiting for him to arrive. Yes, you went there earlier than expected as well, and perhaps that's because you wanted to see how he'd react to you.

You finally saw his car pull over, so you stepped out of the cafe and went to ring his bell. But before you could do so, he opened the door for you. "Yep! I saw you walk down the street. Come in!"

He said this, answering you even if you hadn't asked anything. When you managed to come in, flashbacks came into your head like the bridge of a song. Goosebumps formed on your arms as you looked around and remembered how you strolled inside his gallery, admiring his paintings, when you were 15 years old.

Tengen had given you a special class back then, saying that he saw potential in you. And once in your lifetime, the man made you happy.

"Tengen-sensei, the place hasn't changed."

"Yep, kept it the way I used to like it. Perhaps you used to love it back then as well?"

You looked up at him and met his fuschia eyes, which immediately made your heart skip again. "I-I brought your paint brush."

"Oh? Did you paint with it?"

"Yes sensei."

"Good girl." Tengen patted your head, and the faintest of his touches made you almost want to burst.

"You look pretty flashy tonight."

He muttered under his breath as he took in your breath-taking appearance. His eyes wandered over you as if he were watching a movie. You can't help but notice the change in his breath, which eventually became in sync with yours.

"Sensei, I hope I look okay for your portrait painting."

"You look flamboyant... Oh, um! Sit here! Let's start so you can go home early!"

Tengen was lost for words, or perhaps lost within his thoughts, so he just decided to start painting.

You sat on the chair to which he pointed, and he got his things ready. A few minutes later, he's done with your outline.

You watched him carefully as his hands worked on his sketch, and sometimes your eyes would meet, but he would quickly look down on his canvas. His breathing and the sound of his brush strokes were like unheard music, and you loved that you were hearing them right now.

"Y/L/N-chan, do you remember when you were younger and you told me to paint you as one of my French girls?"

"Sensei! Stop! I was so young back then, and I didn't know it was Rose from Titanic who said that!"

"Oooh! So now you know!"

"Duh, of course. The Internet's a thing today, and I'm old enough to watch that scene."

"So, do you still want me to paint you like one of my French girls?"

His question and the sudden seriousness of his voice caught you off guard. Your eyes locked with his, and you felt a warm sensation down your stomach as he kept on staring at you.

"I actually wouldn't mind if you still wanted to." Tengen added, standing from his seat after he placed his paint brush on his table. You felt conscious as he sat beside you and draped his hand across your shoulder.

"And this look is what I've always wanted to see!" He said that and suddenly snapped a photo of both of you. You were looking at him with wonder in your eyes, and your cheeks were red from fluster as he smiled at you teasingly. That's the image that he had perfectly captured on his phone.

"Sensei?"

"Perfect! We're done here! I'll just continue the painting with this reference!"

You were astounded by his actions. So he was just messing up with you? With that, you stood up and gave him a glare.

"Why do you always toy with other people's feelings?"

You suddenly blurted out at your professor, pushing him away when he tried to reach out for you.

Right now, Tengen is surprised by you. He can't fathom why you got mad all of a sudden. He tried to touch you once again, but you swatted his hands for the second time.

"Y/L/N-chan..."

"You've ruined everything before. Even now, you're trying to do so! Why do you have to come back?"

A single tear fell from your eye, and perhaps that's because of all your unresolved past with him. You remembered how sad you were when you were 15 and knew that your favourite teacher had left the school. He didn't just leave without saying goodbye. He also ruined your dream to be his apprentice, even if he had promised that he'd always be there by your side because he sees his younger self within you.

Everything was gone in an instant, with him.

Flashback:

"Y/N-chan, have you seen our new art professor? My gosh, he's hot!"

Art. The word leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. You just nodded, not showing any interest at all, until...

"Good morning, everyone!" As if fate were teasing you, the voice that you had awaited the most for a long time came into your senses, and you shot a surprise glance at the professor who was standing in front of you.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with lightly tanned skin and white hair stood at the head of the classroom, smiling at the students with the warmth you had been missing. Those fuchsia eyes reminded you all the memories that you thought you had forgotten.

"Tengen-sensei."

But of course, he looked at you like how he looked at his other students. Perhaps you had already slipped his mind.

Perhaps he never cared about you at all.

And with that, you decided to treat him like any other professor as well. Deciding to forget about your once colourful past with him.

End of Flashback

"What do you mean?"

"Of course you have forgotten. Who am I to you even? I was insane to think that I mattered even a single bit for you... since I was younger!"

"Tengen-sensei, if I graduate, would you still be here? Would you be with me even if I became a successful artist in the future?

"Of course, like what I promised! I'll even be here if you're married with five kids! You're my apprentice, right? Perhaps someday you'll even be flashier than me. And I'm looking forward to that."

"But I don't want to marry another man. I just want to be with you, sensei."

"Hey kiddo! Don't say things like that! You're only 15, and that will make me a creep!"

"But I mean it; I want to be with you when I grow up!"

"Eh, even if we're not married, I promise I'll still stay. You won't get rid of your favourite sensei that easy!"

A sudden realisation hit you. Perhaps even then, you were already madly in love with your sensei. Perhaps everything's not just simple adoration. You love Tengen.

Tengen suddenly pulled you into an embrace and caressed your back, hushing your sobs.

"You abandoned me, Tengen-sensei. You broke every promise that you've made to me. You even forgot about me. You didn't even act surprised or happy when you first met me again at the university. I am crazy for thinking that my name would give you flashbacks, but—"

"And it did."

You pulled out of his embrace and met his fuchsia eyes. Tengen was looking at you with such longing in his eyes. He ran his fingers through your hair and lowered his face to the same level as yours.

"I'll admit that I was an asshole for breaking all the promises I made to you when you were younger. But ever since I met you again, you've been on my mind. Guilt and sadness overtook me, and I just hid them behind my smiles. I can't approach you. Or... it was more into the fact that I wasn't ready to do so."

"Why?"

"Because I was a jerk. And I don't deserve to see you again. I don't deserve to see you live your dream—our dream. I can't take the fact that I abandoned a student who always had a special place in my life. And now, I'm seeing her right in front of me, blessed with all the beauty and talent that I missed witnessing."

You stepped back and were about to go when Tengen caught your arm.

"Y/N... please don't go." He said, pulling you back into his arms. His warmth enveloped you, and a familiar, peaceful feeling came back.

"I-I avoided you because... I have feelings for you, and I shouldn't feel that way. I don't know if I could stop myself if I ever revealed this to you back then, and everything would be wrong after that. You are my student; you were my favourite kid, and you still are. And I left you."

His confession surprised you. Your art professor has feelings for you. Since when? You wanted to ask a lot of questions, but all that escaped your lips was "Why?"

"Y/N. Even if we met outside this stupid university, I'd still fall in love with how talented and beautiful you are now. I never imagined feeling this way for you when you were younger."

"Why?"

He let you go and went in front of you, lifting your face with his index finger so you could face him. "Hmm because you were a creepy little kid back then. Yes, you're talented, but it's obvious that you have feelings for me. And I didn't like it back then. You're just a child. I can't take advantage of that."

What he said was right. You were definitely smitten with him back then. A chuckle escaped his lips. "You even asked me to marry you indirectly!"

Your tears finally stopped, and now you're red as a tomato, embarrassed that Tengen can still remember your idiocy.

"I'm sorry, sensei."

"No. I'm sorry. And perhaps if you'll ask me again to paint you like one of my French girls or even marry you, I'll say yes."

"I won't ask you those. I'm not a child anymore."

"I know. So, I'll be the one asking those."

"But... you're my sensei."

"Yes. It's complicated, but I want you. Marry me after you graduate Y/N. I'll be waiting for you."

Tengen caught your lips in a passionate kiss that took your breath away. You wanted to stop this, but your body betrayed you. You melted inside his strong arms and finally kissed back, letting go of all the passion that had been brewing inside of you.

Tengen lifted you and carried you towards his bedroom while still kissing you. He slowly laid you down, and there you stared at one another's passion-drunk eyes. You caressed his cheek as you breathed heavily.

"Tengen... what if—"

"They'll never know. We won't say anything. And we'll get married once you've graduated."

"But—"

"I love you so much."

"Tengen, I love you too."

With those words, Tengen planted another passionate kiss on your lips while his hands roamed over your body like he was painting his story there. You kissed back, humming a sound of pleasure as he let his tongue explore your mouth.

You pulled him closer, leading his hand to your breasts, which surprised the man. "Y/N, is this alright?"

"Yes... Take me tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

It was as if another part of Tengen had been unlocked after he heard you say yes. He straddled you and took off his shirt, exposing his greatly built body. You swear that your heart started beating for a few seconds when he revealed his body to you. But then, you also took that as a chance to touch his chest and paint your feelings there as if it were a blank canvas.

"Are you just going to touch me?" Tengen asked, cupping your cheek. He didn't wait for any answer as he slowly took off your dress and your underwear, leaving you bare beneath him. "I knew it; you'll be more beautiful without these clothes."

"Tengen-sensei..."

"I love you, Y/N. I'll never make you forget about this night."

With his confident tone, you felt yourself getting wetter. Tengen, still clad in sweatpants, lowered his head on your breasts, giving them the attention they deserved. He licked your nipples and made sure to leave love bites as he traced kisses towards your belly and your navel.

"Sensei. Ahh~ I want more."

Tengen looked up at you and gave you a teasing smile. "I love how you can call me sensei and make me feel harder." With that statement, he lowered himself once again and kissed your thighs and your wet cunt.

Tengen slid his tongue between your slit, which made you moan harder. He planted a short kiss on your clitoral area before he started licking it, making you almost cum in just a few seconds. But then Tengen stopped and slid his finger into your wet hole.

You squirmed as he did so, feeling the pleasure overtake your body. He didn't stop and just stared at you lustfully as you moaned like his little slut beneath him.

"Hmm looks like you're ready." He said this and finally freed his throbbing cock from his clothes. You were astounded by how big it was. The tip of his cock is pink, and you're definitely not that ready to take his shaft, as it's long and big with veins popping out because of his adrenaline.

He placed his hardened cock on your entrance and then kissed your lips. And finally, he entered your cunt with a sharp thrust, causing you to scream with pleasure, which he immediately muffled with his large hands.

"Uhh, fuck! So tight."

"Fuck you're so big, Tengen-sensei."

You muttered as Tengen, your art professor, slid his throbbing cock in and out of you. 

"Fuck!" He said as he moaned in your ear, with hands holding on to your waist as he slid in and out a bit faster than earlier. "Mmmm~ Sensei!" You said as you felt him hit your g-spot.

Tengen loved that, and so he continued to hit that same spot, but with his thrusts harder and quicker than earlier. You wrapped your legs around his waist as Tengen played with one of your breasts and continued to thrust into you with an exquisite rhythm.

You lifted your waist as the warm sensation started to build up in the pit of your stomach. "Y/N, I'm near." He whispered between his pants, and you just replied, "Me too!"

Tengen's motions became slower but sharper, like the ending to a song. Flashes appeared in your sight as his cum finally gushed inside you. You also came, squirting over his hard cock as he orgasmed.

Tengen kissed you passionately, pulling out to lay beside you. You looked like a mess right now, but the man looked at you with such concentration and passion that you wished to receive.

"Be my wife, Y/N. I'll wait for you. Let me stay with you forever. Please."

"Yes Tengen. I'll marry you."

And with that, you gave him another passionate kiss. Tengen embraced you, and you fell asleep in his arms, wishing that this night wouldn't really end. Tengen's really crazy...

Crazy in love with you as you are with him.

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𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔~

Really appreciate you reading the second version UwU I hope it isn't weird! I tried my best haha! But yeah, I cried writing the drama part and idk why!! But okayyyyyyyyy! Shhhh no questions why hahaha!

No worries, there's more to this~ Giyu's story is next!

Reblogs, Comments, and Requests are highly appreciated! Love you!

MDNI!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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

[loveemii]

𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛

Warning: hj, moaning, curse words on ino’s part etc ide have to explain at this point 😭

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𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐:

it’s been a while since you have seen your boyfriend tanjiro since he has been on a mission for abt a week now, and when he did come home he looked beat and tired almost as if he had fatigue.

“Hey Tanjiro how about I run you a bath? You don’t look so good.”

tanjiro sighed and nodded, you knew be was tired but ran a bath for him anyways. after he got in you decided to join him to help cool him off.

as you got in with him he was blushing but to tired to even think about sex. you kissed his cheek and gave him this look he can smell the sense of lust all over you. you reached a hand underwater and began to slowly run up and down his softened cock to get him hard and surprisingly it worked as he was tired.

he gasped a little and held onto the side of the tub as he other hand held onto your wrist and helped you moved to a good pace.

he whimpered a little as you began to move a little faster then slow again while his hand still holding your wrist, her jerked his hips up to get more friction.

“Ah~Y/n~”

tanjiro moaned out a little you ran your thumb up and down his tip as well, your other hand massaging his balls as his breathing began to increase.

as he jolted his hips up into your touch even more he let out this loud airy moan and he gulped before he lowered his hips back into the water, you entry let go as his cock was now soft once again.

“How do you feel?”

you asked as tanjiro caught his breath, he swallowed before speaking.

“Amazing, t-thanks Y/n.”

tanjiro said as he looked into your eyes blushing, you both leaned in and kissed each other’s lips before pulling away.

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𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂:

when inosuke came back from his mission he seemed angry, like he had a lot of anger pent up and couldn’t let it all go in battle. you were in the kitchen drinking some tea and put your glass down as inosuke just plopped himself on the couch. you walked over to see if he was ok.

“Ino? A-are you ok?”

instead of answering he just huffed air out of his masks nose, you kinda got the hint that he didn’t wanna talk at the moment. but you knew what always calmed him down. you sat down next to him and you took off his mask as he let you. he didn’t look at you when you did though so you knew he was angry for a reason and that you would talk with him about it later. but for now, he needed to be calmer.

you slowly put your right hand down into his pants ignoring his boxers as you slid right into them and just one touch to his tip and he was as hard as a rock, inosuke tried not to make a sound but he wanted to so bad. you can see that he was holding back.

“Inosuke, why are you so quiet? Can you please not keep it all pent up?”

and just with those few words he was squirming around and bucking his hips up all in which he began to groan as he held on tightly to the edge of the couch.

“Ahh~F-fuck~”

as you kept moving your hand up and down his length you begun to move your hand faster and when you went all the way down his length you occasionally would give a light touch to his balls to get him off.

his pre cum was all over him as he was really wet now while you smothered it all over his hard penis.

“Ino can you cum for me please?”

“A-ahh~Fuck! Y/n~”

inosuke was a mess, he was bucking his hips up high and hard hoping to cum and catch his high soon, and when he did he let out this sigh along with a moan, you moved your hand slower as it was all full of inosuke now, and he began to calm down after having one of the best hj’s he has ever had.

you let out a chuckle before removing your hand from inside his pants, ino caught his breath.

“You ok Ino?”

“Ahuh.”

inosuke said in his tired husky voice, you had to get both your hand and inosuke clean so you ran a bath for the two of you.

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𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂:

as you opened the door for zenitsu he seemed scared to the point where he was crying, and as soon as he saw you he was clinging right onto your clothing. while you closed the door.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“No.”

zenitsu sniffled as he said no, you held his hand and walked to your bedroom, you both sat on the bed but zenitsu was crying while you hugged him.

“It was so scary Y/n, there were at least 3 huge demons!”

he shrieked at the thought, you began to think of a way to make him feel better. and it came to you he hasn’t had a nice hj in a while sooo.. you laid him down on your pillow and pulled his uniform pants right off leaving him in his boxers.

zenitsu shrieked once again as you did so, he was blushing like crazy and stuttering like a child learning how to spell.

“Y-Y/n? W-w-what are you d-doing?”

“You clearly need to get your mind off the mission Zen.”

you reached your hand down into his boxers as ran your hand over his length, he gripped onto the bedsheets as he let out a moan that almost sounded like a cry as he was literally just crying.

zenitsu also reached his hand onto his pants and started to rub his balls to help out, he wasn’t shameless but he was still full of blush.

“A-ahhh~”

he moaned out as you moved your hand at a faster pace, he began to move his hips up a little for more friction, not too high. zenitsu began to sway his hips up and down from the bed as he jolted his hips up as well.

“Just let me know when your close Zenitsu.”

you encouraged him, he was close already but wanted to wait a little longer so he moved his hips slower as you did with your hand, he then stopped touching his balls and before he wanted to go on again he groaned as you began to move your hand even faster as he did the same with his hand with his balls, he even jolted his hips up higher and a little harder.

“Aaahh~~ Ohh~ Y-yeah~”

you quickened your pace moving up and down his length even faster as he found a good rhythm, he began to move around in the bed as he was coming close to his high and orgasm.

“Ohhh Y/n~~~”

as he came he let his hips down while taking his hand out of his boxers while you did the same, you leaned down and kissed his lips. he kissed you back sloppy, he pulled out for air as he just finished shooting his cum all over inside his underwear.

“Feeling better?”

“M-mhm.”

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sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes

- hope you enjoyed :)

[loveemii]

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝐡𝐜𝐬 － 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 ：）

➤ inosuke’s first time having sex with you is a new experience to him and he definitely does not know where to put it the first time

➤ but when he finally does know what to do he becomes as feral as beast, i mean after all this guy was raised by wild boars so ofc his go to is doggy style (whenever he figures that out)

➤ he doesn’t know how to dirty talk at first he will just be a moaning and groaning all over the place and occasionally giving a “How’s it feel huh?” once in a while

➤ although when he learns how to dirty talk he will use whatever whenever just to get you off and over the edge crazy for him “Look me in the eyes or I’ll stop.”

(that one had me rolling in in bed and all flustered and giddy help😭)

➤ inosuke absolutely loves it when you ride him reverse or not he just loves to see you on top of him and the view this guy has makes him want to keep going even more afterwards like-

➤ but when you two are not having sex he is most likely really into making out with you but hear me out and get this… his lips on yours hot and feverish, partly sucking and teasing with their tongue (OH MY GOSH🤭)

➤ sometimes he will even grind his knee in between your legs to get you horny again, this man can go at least 4-5 rounds in one night ik i’m not complaining 🤷‍♀️

➤ and ofc heated kisses - his hands on your bare skin, yours in his soft hair, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after

➤ inosuke also likes to try new things when he finds out he can after tengen opened his mouth lol - ino will try sex with you on a chair over the counters on top of the counters, he will spit in your mouth and in spit on himself and you to get both of you even more wet like he will even spit over your nipples to get you off quicker (sorry that was a lot lmao)

+ aftercare cause he is a sweetheart <3

➤ after you both are finished he will make sure you use the bathroom afterwards (yes he did ask questions to Aoi and Shinobu no shame)

➤ inosuke will even give you lots of kisses while you both snuggle up under the covers together, but ofc your the one who runs a bath since he doesn’t know how to work the faucet lol

➤ and going to bed will be a piece of cake since you and ino did work hard all night (on each other😉)

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𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 ：）

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes thank you

[slut4daviii]

character(s): i.hashibira

pt: 01/01

cw: phone sex, masturbating, voice kink, toys, overstimulation

summary: sleep, sometimes it was just so overrated.

a/n: fem-aligning | minors DO NOT INTERACT also, if anyone wants to request, imma make a masterlist inna a few hours.

title: a thump in the night

wc: 1200+

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“oh shit!” your voice trailed off, casually descending Inosuke’s walls, the mumbling of his own voice practically desensitized next to your hoarse, unwaveringly powerful tone.

he hissed out a groan, similar to you but much more needy. his fingers; index and thumb, came up to his pink nipples, rolling the bud between themselves. he let out an uncharacteristically soft moan, using his right hand to edge himself— stemming closer to his imminent orgasm

within his room, there was a soft humming noise, muted by the sound of your consciousness game noises, none of them being unfamiliarized to him. he heard the rapid gunfall, followed by hushed footsteps, then an unexpected burst of sound.

but what stuck out to Inosuke Hashibira was the sound of his own boyfriend. the way he would groan at each death, or suck in a quick breath to prepare himself to go around a corner, or even curse under each unprovoked breath.

another muffled moan left Inosuke, this time to the sound of you stretching. your voice was deep, almost lucrative in tone. and as each one of your joints popped, you would usher out a deeper more firm groan.

of course, in your case this wasn’t sexual by any measure. but Inosuke was a spectacle not too many people got to know. and for this reason.

you two had been dating for two years, and in that timespan, Inosuke had asked you to fulfill a few of his… fantasies.

the first being “[name]! oh [name]! I got an idea!” you should’ve left right there, but you didn’t, feeling obligated to listen to another one of your boyfriends dumb ideas. “you should fuck me!” was all he said. cut clean and dry, right? wrong. “you should handcuff my hands behind my back and wrap a collar around my neck!”

ok, not too unusual for him. it could be worse right?

“and do it while I’m hanging out of a window!”

you stopped, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “what?”

expecting him to back down was the first of your mistakes, thinking that the muscular broad was going to back away from you. no, instead, he repeated his order request.

“you should handcuff me and fuck me while I’m hanging out that —he motioned to the window perched right in front of your door— “window with a collar around my neck, choking me and threaten to drop me!”

the word butchered into your mind, imagining what that would look like. it was pretty. but you shook your head. “Inosuke.” you started softly, “we live on the tenth floor.”

“I know! I know! it’ll make it more fun! and then people can see how good your dic—“ you placed your hand over his mouth.

“no.”

Inosuke whined against your hand, his eyes looking up at you full of lust and desire. “Inosuke, I’m not fucking you in a window.”

that was your second mistake. thinking that Inosuke would just take that. so, from that moment on, Inosuke would come up with a new idea everyday. each one more chaotic than the last.

and you would know, you kept a list in your phone. for education purposes obviously

WAYS AND PLACES TO FUCK INO-CHAN

hanging outside a window

in the middle of a mall

in front of his parents

(with tanjiro)

(with mr.tomioka)

(with mr.tengen)

(with mr.rengoku)

until he blacks-out (then keep going until he wakes back up)

when he’s doing laundry (specifically, he wants to get ‘stuck’ in the dryer and have me pound him until he’s came enough time to fill up a cup)

children’s playground

against a tree

on a train (let anyone join)

on a priest alter (on a sunday)

the produce aisle (so he can snack)

while playing the game

with a gun pointed at his head (NOT doing that)

gangbang with at least 10 people present, but only 5 have to join.

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Inosuke was a wild card, but who could blame him, whenever the two of you do fuck, he cums at least four times, making sure you do the same.

but right now, the —in his mind— greatest idea in the world had been bestowed upon him. phone sex

you were still playing your game, giving it your full attention, believing that Inosuke had fallen asleep several hours ago.

Inosuke on the other hand, pulled the vibrator from his hole, leaving it slightly agape, rapidly clenching around his any movement.

“[name]…” he called to you, the sound suppressed by a moan. “nhgm… [name]! I—I need you!”

your ear twitched, not knowing if you were a) hearing things, b) hearing your boyfriend, or c) hearing something from the game.

you took your headset off, it falling to your neck in one swift motion. you strained to hear the sound again, also looking for your phone. “where did I—“

“[name]! mgh!” slick sounds rang from the corner of your bed, followed by another row of heavy pants. “[name]… I wan’to see you!”

you finally found your phone, pulling it from under your blanket and stared at the sight blaring from your dimly-lit screen.

Inosuke, with his legs parted and fingers crossed into himself. he was blushing madly, sweat falling from every inch of his skin. “mghm! [name]! [name]! lemme— your cock! I wan’tsee your cock!”

you felt your pants swell at the intonation and words, he was panting heavily, lust practically dripping from every word that left his mouth. “In—“ you gulped back your words, fumbling to find the right ones. “I—Inosuke..”

the boy tilted his head back, the raspiness of your worn out voice hitting him like a truck “fughk! [n—name]! say again! talk t’me, please!”

again your cock grew, impatiently throbbing against the silk lining of your boxers. you didn’t know what to say, it was a bit of anomaly, usually Inosuke was the one speechless, bound and hanging by your every word, but now it was you.

“w—what do I say?”

Inosuke increased the speed of his hand, moving it along his length like the bullet of a shotgun. “an’thing! call m’slut! tell m’what yer gon’ do t’me!”

a flash of heat hit you, making you sharply inhale. you brought your hand behind you, finding your chair and sitting down. you pulled at the waist of your sweatpants, yanking your boxers off.

like a reanimated corpse, your dick sprang upwards, bobbing against your abdomen. by this point, Inosuke had noticed your quiet nature, thinking you went back to your game and tilted his head to look at his phone. it was perched up against something you couldn’t see, but when the two of you made eye contact, he came. his hole rapidly clenching then unclenching.

you propped your phone against your controller, moving quickly back to your painfully hard erection. you curled your fingers around your throbbing length and began tugging, feeling. like you could cum at any moment. “Ino, I need your voice. c’mon, talk to me.”

Inosuke shuddered, never moving from his revealing position. he looked at you through lidded eyes, watching as your hand traveled teasingly slow up and down your thick shaft, muzzling the tip in a full 360 spin before repeating.

“mgh! I want that! want daddy to fill m’up! wanna—“ he fell back panting, this stimulation from his screen too much. “want you in m’stomach. playing w’my organs. wanna clench around your big fat cock.”

Inosuke’s were only jumbled mumbles now, barely audible. but from what you could hear, you loved it, moving you hand faster, adding spin occasionally. it felt like your tip was on fire, begging to be released.

“c’mon babyboy, what’s my name?” you asked, your cum tickling up the middle of your shaft.

“d—daddy.” he mumbled, cock twitching with rigor. “you—you’re ngh! daddy!”

“oh yeah.” you croaked, your cock teetering on Inosuke’s every word. “say it again, cum for me, please.”

the word please made Inosuke weak in the knees, moving his three unused fingers to his empty hole and plunging them deep. he let out a string of moans, the sound instantly going to your cock.

“fu—“ you bit the insides of your cheek to suppress your moan, but the pleasure was too much— overpowering your body. “fughk! fuck! Ino-chan! haah! hah…” your orgasm maneuvered through your every vein, stars dancing within your blood vessels.

Inosuke was close, relentlessly thrusting his fingers into his hole “close! clo—“ his orgasm spoke faster, ripping forth from his slit, spraying thick, milky white ropes of semen all over himself. “ngkh! mgumh! fuhgck!” he seethed, the feeling too much.

another round of semen shot from him, this one not as powerful but just as plentiful, coating his chiseled abdomen and pubic hair, slowly trailing to his hole, outlining it in a temptation too strong to resist.

you picked up your phone and spoke with haste, “I’m coming over.”

assembling your things, you went straight to your bedroom door, hearing the click of a knob before a voice brought you to a screeching halt.

“[name], what the fuck was that?!”

your online friends, all clamoring over the sounds they’d just heard.

“fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, Inosuke.”

without another glance, you left your friends, blushing and talking amongst themselves about how you were masturbating.

“but… why was it hot—“ one said, earning a loud disturbance from the other two.

“SHUT UP!!”

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Inosuke (in his mid 20's) telling you he's going to spell his name on your cunt with his tongue so you never forget who it belongs to. He gets your panties off and just stares 😨.