A/N: taking a break from the Naruto fandom to indulge in my first ever OTP.
Bankotsu sat back on his haunches and admired the sight before him. Sango lay sprawled before him on their spread clothing. She was totally nude, a sweet blush dusting her cheeks, chocolate brown eyes dark with lust. She was panting, mouth open and lips swollen from his kisses. His eyes swept down her elegant neck, followed the trail of bites and love marks covering her collarbone to her heavy breasts, her brown nipples two hard points wet and shiny from his hot mouth.
He reached out then, touched the undersides of her breasts with his finger, marveling at the silky soft skin even as he trailed the calloused digit down the length of her trim abdomen before fanning his fingers out to sweep over the curve of her hip until he was holding her thigh in his hand. He pulled her legs apart, strong hands gently holding her thighs as he made space for himself between them.
"Look at how fucking wet you are," he teased, his lust darkened eyes lightening slightly with amusement as her blush deepened and she squirmed in his hands.
"Shut up," she said, the bite in her words greatly diminished by the sheer neediness he read in her body language. His answering laugh was a low rumble in his chest, and he laid down, making a great show of making himself comfortable even as he draped her thighs over his muscled shoulders, drawing her close until he was eye level with her dripping snatch.
"I think I wanna hear you beg for me," Bankotsu said conversationally, pressing hot, open mouth kisses to her inner thighs and watching the way her fingers bunched the white fabric of his kosode between them as she struggled to keep her hands to herself. Excitement pooled, hot and slightly painful, in the pit of his stomach, making his heart race, setting his blood on fire, and making his dick so hard he could barely keep from grinding against the soft grass beneath him. He dragged the flat of his tongue up the crease of her thigh, getting a taste of her in the process, and he delighted in the way her hips jerked as she attempted to guide his hungry mouth where she wanted it.
"Come on," he murmured, brushing his mouth against her outer lips, pressing firmer and firmer kisses to her, knowing he was losing the battle but unwilling to give up, "just one little please, taijiya, that's all I'm asking." She moaned in reply, the sound delightfully stubborn, the low moan breaking into a hiss of pleasure when he carefully pulled back the hood of her clitoris and began to massage it in ever smaller circles.
"Bankotsu," she whined, and he felt his stomach clench, anticipation gripping his being, nearly heedless of her slim fingers sliding into his hair and fisting tight enough to hurt.
"Hm?" He answered, unable to stop his tongue from darting out for another taste of her sweetness. His blood was roaring in his ears, and the desire to suck her pussy dry was almost impossible to ignore.
"Please," she breathed, and with a groan of triumph and relief, he feasted.
Eating Sango out was either his second or third favorite thing to do. His first favorite thing to do was kill people (or demons; he was a simple man with easily satisfied desires), but he could never decide whether he liked making her come with his mouth or watching his dick sink into her greedy pussy more. What he did know was that he loved the taste of her, loved the heat, the slickness of her gripping muscles around his thick fingers as he pumped them inside her quivering sheath. Her moans were like music to his ears, each hard won cry going straight to his dick until he was nearly wild with the desire to fuck her.
The sounds of him pleasuring her were absolutely obscene, and he knew she was close from the way she practically pushed his face into her core, desperately grinding against him, chasing the climax he was deliberately denying her.
Abruptly, he pulled away from her, sucking her juices from his fingers even as he crawled up the length of her body. Her muscled legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his body flush against hers and swallowing his guttural moan as she yanked his mouth down to hers.
Bankotsu changed his mind. This was his favorite part. Every inch of their skin was touching. Her hands were all over him, touching his hair and shoulders, stroking down the lean muscles of his back, nails digging into the firm flesh of his ass. His hips surged against hers, the hard length of him parting her slick lower lips, and she drenched him in her liquid fire. It was torture of the sweetest kind, and it was almost more than he could withstand to deny her of what they both wanted so badly.
"Bankotsu, oh, Bankotsu, please, please!" Sango sobbed, arching her trembling body into his and holding him so tight her nails left welts where they dragged against his skin. With a grunt of pleasure bordering on agonized, Bankotsu finally obliged her, finding her sopping wet opening with the blunt head of his penis and fucking into her in one hard stroke.
"Fuck." Bankotsu groaned, dropping his sweaty forehead to rest against hers. She was trembling beneath him, writhing, still desperately trying to pull him closer and closer still. His entire body felt like it was on fire; every inch of skin utterly aware and focused on her. The walls of her pussy were undulating around him, sucking and pulling at him, her body doing everything it could to drive him further and further away from his sanity. She was heaven.
He slowly withdrew, biting his lip and shuddering as he pushed back in. His balls, heavy and aching to release their load, were soaked with her arousal. He couldn't think past the urge to fuck her harder, deeper, to reach so deep that their bodies became one. He could happily live in her, spend his life wrapped around her.
Sango wrapped the silky length of his braid around her hand and tugged hard, jerking his head back so his eyes met hers. The look in those dark eyes shot straight through him, squeezing his heart with some strange emotion even as his hips jerked in response.
"Faster. Harder. Stop playing around and fuck me." She jerked his head back again to emphasize her point, and he snarled at her. She wanted him to fuck her? He could definitely do that.
Bankotsu pushed her arms off of him, snatching her legs up to drape over his shoulders and nearly folding her body in half as he bent her into position, bracing himself on his knees to put as much power into his thrusts as he could. He cupped her cheek in one hand, stroking her soft skin with a gentleness that still managed to surprise them both. She met his gaze, her eyes wide and soft, before the soft smile on his face widened into a smirk.
"Try to keep up, taijiya," he teased, pulling his hips back until only the head was inside before snapping back in with a brutal thrust.
He fucked her hard and fast, grunting with every stroke. Her cries rang loud in his ears as she struggled to hold on to him, each choked rendition of his name fueling the burning fire in the pit of his stomach.
"You'd better be quiet, taijiya, or else your little half breed friend will hear you. Is that what you want? For your friends, your precious monk, to find you like this? Wet and begging and starving for my cock?" She covered her mouth with her free hand and shook her head, fiercely denying his words, but she could do nothing to stop her arousal from gushing out around his surging hips and coating his balls and upper thighs with her wetness, could do nothing to stop the way her hips eagerly rose to meet his or the way her legs pulled him in. His smirk was dark and knowing even as he busied his mouth with sucking dark marks into the fair skin of her neck. He didn't care if her stupid friends found out; he wanted them to. He wanted to see the look on that stupid monk's face when he found out, wanted to savor the shock and despair and heartbreak the man would feel when he realized that Sango belonged to another and that he would never fuck her the way Bankotsu could. Even the thought of that ridiculous lech touching his slayer caused jealousy and rage to rush through him, and Bankotsu pushed one hand between their slick bodies, finding her clit and massaging it roughly even as he shifted her hips for deeper penetration.
"Cum, Sango. Cum all over me," he growled, fucking her hard and deep, shuddering when she did as he asked and shooting his load deep into her pulsing depths with a low whimper.
They lay together panting, limbs tangled and bodies boneless with pleasure. Bankotsu's head was pillowed between her breasts, and her fingers absently ran through his sweaty hair, the caress soothing him. After a while, he sighed heavily and rolled off her, pushing away the strange sense of loss that always accompanied the action. He easily got to his feet and held out a hand to help her up, smirking when she blushed at his nudity. She was so silly, he thought affectionately.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, concealing her delicious breasts from his view, and with an exasperated huff, Bankotsu turned his back so that she could dress. Honestly, his cum was in her; why the sudden worry about modesty? A soft tap on his shoulder let him know when she was done dressing, and he turned to gather his own clothing.
"There's a small creek not too far from here; I'm going to bathe," Sango called over her shoulder as she began walking away. Bankotsu grunted in reply, more concerned with getting the bow on his obi the exact way he liked.
"Here," she murmured, suddenly there, her hands brushing his out of the way and expertly adjusting his obi. Perfect. His smile when she shyly met his gaze was genuine, and he bent down to brush a soft parting kiss to her lush lips.
"Till next time, sweet taijiya," he said, throwing a careless wave over his shoulder and disappearing into the tree line.