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2 years ago

How will Obanai react to finding out their S/O has the same scar as him?

Obanai walked around the lifeless bodies that laid on the ground, scarred just like he was, this was the place.. this was his time..

He wanders deeper into the village on high alert; the atmosphere is heavy, he knows that he isn’t welcome here. He keeps his right hand placed on his sword, knowing that the woman that did this to him was ruthless, she would strike at any opportunity that she was given.

You watched from a distance; the woman who held you captive decided to test how good of a servant you could be to her.. she sent you to your death.

You held your breath as your watched the man walk across the dirt path elegantly; he was so aware, so careful, you’ve never seen anything like him before..

“I’m way out of my depth here..” you whispered before turning around; you wanted to walk away, but you knew that you would be dead either way.. this was your death date..

You grab the sword that was placed beside you, and held it infront of you, you take a deep breath before charging toward the man. He turned to face you in the blink of an eye, raising his sword, you could already feel the life leaving your body.

You closed your eyes hearing his sword slice through the air at a monstrous speed. You expected to fall, but you remained standing, the only thing falling was the wrap that covered your mouth.

You gasped turning your back to him, “please… just kill me.. if you don’t, she will..” you trembled as you felt your legs give out, you sat on the ground on your knees, your head falling forward in defeat.

He walked infront of you using his pointer finger to raise your head, “she won’t do this to anyone else, let’s go kill her..” he whispered helping you to your feet. You failed to notice that he was wearing a wrap around his mouth too, was he just like you..?

You just blindly followed the man; you didn’t know him yet you trusted him with your life, he didn’t know you either, but he swore to himself that he was going to protect you from that day on.

Forever and always.

(This isn’t really an established relationship, but it’s the beginning of one, I think that this is the best way to write it.)

Giyuu-

Giyuu watched you from the front with his usual stoic gaze, he was truly impressed with you, the hashira just never shows his true emotions in public.

He gazes around the crowd noticing that you have the crowd wrapped around your finger, you aren’t stripping, yet men are visibly undressing you with their eyes… this disturbs Giyuu to the max.

When you finished you bow before waving goodbye to the crowd, blowing kisses on your way out. Though you loved this business, it can be draining. You don’t know what you’d do if you didn’t have Giyuu as your anchor.

When you reached the back, Giyuu was waiting with a small grin on his face holding his coat out for you. “Let’s go Angel, I know you’re tired..” you smiled, gladly accepting the man’s large jacket.

You wrapped it around your body, embracing his smell. “You did amazing up there babe.” He complimented, lacing his hand with yours as the two of you began to walk outside.

You blushed looking down at your hands, “thanks bub..” you whispered walking closer to the man feeling the cold night air hit your bare legs. You were beginning to regret wearing these shorts.

Giyuu wrapped and arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, he hated to see you shiver. He began to walk you toward the car, when someone came infront of the two of you. “That was a nice show.. do you offer them in private?” The man asked trying to sound seductive.

You scoffed blowing the man off, “does it look like I’m for sale?” You asked as you tried to pull Giyuu past the man. The man tried to grab you, when Giyuu grabbed his hand with extreme force. “Fuck you think your doing?” He asked lowly, before swinging his arm to his neck with extreme force.

The man fell to the ground unconscious. You looked surprised, but grateful. “Thanks bub..” you whispered stepping closer to the man.

His grip around you tighten as he made his way to the car, he opened the door for you, making sure your feet were in before he closed the door. He stepped in the drivers seat, starting the car. He placed his hand on your thigh rubbing small circles.

“I’ll make sure that never happens to you again beautiful, I promise.”

Sanemi-

You look over at Sanemi with a bright smile, before returning to your final act. The man isn’t afraid to admit you have his heart, the small gestures you do makes the man feel special.

He smirked as he leaned against the wall, watching you twist and turn on the stage gracefully. You finished with a bow and a wave smiling at the crowd as you walked off the stage. Sanemi greeted you with a big hug, you giggled in the mans scarred chest as you learned your head up for a kiss.

He chuckled before leaning down to place his soft lips on yours, you grabbed his shirt pulling him closer, he laughed in the kiss pulling away. You whined at the action, which only caused the man to be even more amused.

“Let’s wait till we get home dear.” He spoke lowly, causing you to feel a tingle in your stomach. “Okay baby..” you spoke completely starstruck over the man infront of you, you honestly don’t know how you lucked out.

The man wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked down the corridor, a man popped out from the door, he looked like he wasn’t from around here.

“Hello! I loved how you danced up there! Could I pay you for something a little.. extra..” he asked looking down at you with a smirk on his face, completely ignoring the buff man beside you.

Sanemi chuckled before pushing you behind him slightly, “does she look like she wants to go home with a creep like you? She’s mine, fuck off.” He spoke sternly feeling his blood boil.

“I don’t think I will.” He spoke trying to advance closer to you. Sanemi kicked the man in the ankle causing him to to fall infront of the man, “I think you’re going to apologize for the inconvenience you fuck.” He spat looking down at the man.

The man cried holding his ankle, “I’m sorry! Fuck I’m sorry!” The man cried from the ground looking up at the two of you.

You giggled used to his hotheaded acts, this time you found it sweet. You felt like you were his princess, that he’d do anything for you, the true is he would.

“Let’s get you home sexy, don’t think I forgot about our plans!”

Obani-

Obanai was a very protective boyfriend, so when you had to go perform, he was right by your side. The thought of any man touching you in any way made the man’s blood boil.

He smiled behind the bandage the mask he wore, watching you do what you loved. He could feel your passion, it made him extremely proud of you.

You were answering questions when a man suddenly ran on the stage, attempting to do god knows what, Obanai reacted in no time.

He jumped on the running man, landing on his back swiftly. “And what do you think your doing?” The man growled grabbing the man by his ankle dragging him off stage.

He picked the man up, carrying him outside. He threw him to the ground, kicking him swiftly a couple times. “Don’t you EVER try some dumb shit like that again, do you understand?” He growled standing above the man.

The man stared into your boyfriends multicolored eyes, shaken to his core. “I understand..” he whimpered before dragging himself away.

Obanai had to remain outside for a moment to compose himself, you ran out the back door, frantically looking for the man. “Obanai! Are you okay!?” You asked checking the man out, trying to make sure he wasn’t bruised in any way.

“I’m fine dear, let’s get you home, you did amazing today!”

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

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

word count: 3.1k

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

The Best Friend Bet | Mitsuri Kanroji X Obanai Iguro X Fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was happening?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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