Demon Slayer Oneshots

🍋Kamaboko Trio/Reader (NSFW) Part 2

"What are you doin' to my woman?!"

"YOUR woman?!" Your companions shrieked in unison, Tanjiro's shocked voice mostly overshadowed by Zenitsu's tone of absolute disapproval. All you could do from this condemning position was blink a few times in astonishment. Of the three young men in the room Inosuke had definitely dropped the least number of hints of interest in you. Sure, he had his possessive days- like Zenitsu every day- but more often than not he still enjoyed fighting you. Was that just his subtle way of deeming you worthy, you wondered briefly? But you didn't have the chance to contemplate further, for the handsome brute spewed out another wild statement to throw you for a loop.

"I marked her with my scent." He raised an accusatory finger at Tanjiro. "You should've been able to pick up on that, Gonpachiro!"

"...Oh, is that what you were doing when you rubbed your head all over her the other day?" Seemingly unfazed by the crippling awkwardness of the situation Tanjiro dawned an enlightened expression at the realization. Ah, indeed, that had  struck you as odd when it happened.

"We're not cats, you weirdo." Zenitsu deadpanned.

"What did you say?" That signature eyebrow twitch of irritation graced Inosuke's slender and defined brow. Zenitsu clenched his free fist in resolve, volume rising with conviction.

"And besides! She's a beautiful lady! Not a piece of property you can just claim like that!"

"Hah! That's rich coming from a walking leech like you, Monitsu!" The brunt young man grinned wide, like he was extremely proud of what he had just said. Not that you could blame him; as far as comebacks go that was about the most eloquent one you'd ever heard out of Inosuke. In response Zenitsu let out an overly dramatic gasp -the way he does –and planted a palm firmly over his chest.

"I would NEVER!" Ordinarily you would have laughed at an encounter like this, but your partially exposed and vulnerable position made you feel like the very last dumpling on a plate, trapped between three battling forks. "I've never made you feel contained, right, F/N-chan?!" It was not a question, but instead a statement of blamelessness, goading you to side with him. Your mouth opened without an answer coming out, because he certainly had done so on numerous occasions. In fact you'd argue it was his modus operandi, clinging to women like ivy to a building: damn near impossible to pry off.

"Uh..."

"That's a yes." Inosuke chirped sadistically.

"NOBODY ASKED YOU!" He pouted and met your eyes again, still expecting an answer.

"Er- well... I hate to break it to you like this, Zenitsu, but you actually do that quite a lot." The blonde looked horrified by your words, like he honestly had no idea for some reason, which you found baffling.

"WAHH! REALLY?! I'M SO SORRY, F/N-CHAN!" Little fractals of tears formed at the corners of his eyes and you interjected as fast as you could to keep them from falling.

"But! ...But at the same time I always feel really treasured when I'm around you... so I don't mind it that much." His frantic demeanor calmed and he seemed to be consoled by your words, and also a little bit bashful if the way he fled his gaze was any indication.

"Well... I hope you know that I-"

"Ah, shut up about it already! None of that matters." Inosuke suddenly plopped onto his butt and pointed to Tanjiro, who was still kneeling between your parted legs. "I wanna know what you were doing when I came in." The three of you cast each other significant glances, waiting for anyone else to step up to answer. "Your mouth..." Inosuke's impatient finger drifted from the water swordsman and landed on your stomach. "...was right here."