Demonslayer Short Stories

Sadism (Obanai x Reader Smut)

Yumie stood in the shade of a wisteria tree, sword dangling at her side. She reached out her hand as pale purple blossoms fell from the branches, catching a couple and blowing them away. She'd told all her friends and colleagues, and her boyfriend, Obanai, to stay away from her because she was practicing Total Concentration Breathing. So far, no one had bothered her, but she didn't have high hopes. Obanai could have... sadistic tendencies every so often.

A shaky breath rattled out of the brunette, and she dug red mark into her arms to distract her from the burning pain in her chest. She been standing on the hill since dawn, and it was only the middle of the morning. She had to hold it for the entire day.

More wisteria flowers fell, some landing in her hair. I should do something productive. Yumie rolled up her right sleeve and unslung her bow from over her shoulder, drawing an nichirin-tipped arrow from her quiver. Archery was looked down upon as cowardly and less honorable, but she didn't care and neither did Obanai. As she drew the bowstring along her cheek, she aimed for a small sapling on the next hill, silvery-gray arrowtip gleaming in the sunlight that streamed between the leaves. Yumie released the arrow, and it soared through the air. The sapling split right down the middle, and Yumie restrung her bow with a satisfied smile.

As she drew back the bowstring, however, she felt a cool sensation of scales rubbing against her skin. It coiled around and around her drawn back arm. Yumie froze, too terrified to even turn her head. Even though her name meant Serpent, she had extreme herpetophobia. All of her muscles tensed. It definitely wasn't a demon; she was under wisteria.

"Still scared?" A soft, whispery voice came from above. Yumie recognized that voice. She relaxed instantly, dropping her bow and bringing her arm forward to look at the white snake with ruby red eyes curled around her forearm. Kaburamaru. The snake flicked its tongue out with a hiss that sounded awfully close to a snicker. He slithered off her arm and up the tree, and around the neck of The Serpent Hashira. Obanai.

"Stop doing that!" Yumie chided playfully. "You know I'm scared of snakes."

"Kaburamaru won't bite." He said, stroking the reptile's diamond head. Yumie raised an eyebrow. "Kaburamaru won't bite unless I tell him to." He conceded.

"Yeah. Unless you tell him to, because you won't take off your god forsaken mask." Yumie rolled up her other sleeve to reveal two bite scars. They were very shallow, nontoxic, and didn't hurt worse than the injuries she received while battling demons, but as said. Obanai could be a sadist. "Good thing he's not poisonous."

"Venemous." Obanai corrected, jumping down from the branches. "And this isn't what I came here to do."

Yumie sighed. "If it's anything other than help me train Total Concentration, I don't want to hear it."

"Well.." Obanai's mouth was covered by his mask, but the edges of his eyes were crinkling with smile lines and his heterochromatic eyes gleamed darkly.

"Obanai-" Yumie started, but never got to finish. In a blur of black and white, he lunged for her and spun, pinning her to the tree in one fluid motion. Yumie yelped, squirming at the touch. "Obanai-!"

"No talking." Obediently, Yumie fell silent, looking down to see Kaburamaru slithering away to who knows where. "Strip."

"But-" She stopped when Obanai's eyes glinted dangerously. "Right." Her haori fell to the ground, followed shortly by her uniform and undergarments. Obanai flipped her so her stomach was facing the tree and pinned her wrists above her head, making quick work of tying them together. Yumie squealed as she was yanked off balance. Obanai had looped the rope her wrists were tied to into the lowest branch of the wisteria. Her feet were just barely brushing the grass, and she could practically feel Obanai's smirk as he pressed against her, speaking into her ear.

"Hold Concentration Breathing until I'm done with you." He left off the 'or else', but Yumie heard it loud and clear.

"What?!" Yumie squeaked. "But.."

"But what?" He whispered.

"Nothing.." Yumie jolted when she felt a sharp pain in her ass. "Nothing, sir!"

"Good." Obanai pinched and rolled her nipple, eliciting a squeak of pain. "First and only warning. Hold Concentration Breathing."

Yumie nodded and tensed her core, trying to breathe despite Obanai's assault on her breasts. Focusing on the task at hand got even harder when Obanai's hands started to roam over her entire body, but avoiding her lower regions like the plague. Yumie squirmed and moaned under him, trying to guide him towards her heat.

"Tch." Obanai slapped her again, bringing her back to the present. "Almost lost it."

Yumie forced herself to ignore the tingling trails of warmth Obanai left across her body. She tended her core, even harder than before, and forced herself to breathe.

Obanai's hands finally flicked lightly across her dripping slit and she gasped, just barely remembering to breathe. "You're so wet," Obanai murmured in her ear. He flicked it several more times before suddenly pinching the sensitive skin. Yumie squeaked and lost complete control of her breathing. Shit!

"Pathetic." Obanai spat. Yumie felt a sharp sting across her clit as Obanai slapped her. She jolted as well as she could while practically dangling in the air.

Obanai gripped her hips with a bruising group as his clothes fell with a rustle of fabric. He slammed into her, no preparation whatsoever, eliciting a piercing scream from Yumie. He continued at an incredible pace. Yumie knew she was getting close, but so did Obanai. Right as she was about to be sent over, he stopped, going completely still. Yumie whined, trying to turn around to look at her lover.

"Shh..." Obanai hummed. "Be good."

Yumie fell silent. Obanai started to slowly thrust again, much slower, but hitting her cervix dead on. She bit her tongue to stay quiet, drawing blood. Once again, Obanai stopped right before she was about to release.

"Obanai," she whimpered breathlessly. "Please..."

"Please what, koibito?" Obanai dragged his fingers across the hollow of her throat.

"Please let me cum!" She burst, trying and failing again to turn around.

Obanai reached up and wiped her tears away. "Next time, koibito." He started up his pace again. Despite his words, he did not let her cum. He would kiss her tears and coo, over and over, "Next time, koibito. I promise."

Finally, when Yumie was allowed to cum, she released so hard, her vision whitewashed. She hung slack from the rope, panting and whimpering. Obanai cut the rope with his blade and she collapsed. He nudged her with his foot, and Yumie looked up to see a terrifying expression, a mix of psychotic and sadistic, flitting across the Serpent Hashira's face.

"We're training again tomorrow."