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When Mitsuri had first gotten pregnant all you could do was hold her hand and bounce with joy. Her happiness was contagious, spreading to all the other hashira and staff as she made her way through the ranks giving the good news. But you had been the first to find out after Obanai, her eyes full of tears when she knocked on your door in the middle of the night holding a pregnancy test in one hand and dragging her husband behind her with the other.
You were, after all, her best friend. Which meant you would do absolutely anything for her. Including holding her hair back when she was sick. Helping her shave once her belly was too big to see below her waist. Hunting down her cravings late at night when her husband was out on work. It was of no concern to you. You weren’t a hashira, you were just a medic residing at the Butterfly Mansion which meant you had plenty of time to spare when you weren’t stitching someone up.
To no surprise to anyone, Mitsuri chose to stay at the mansion with you. It was also the place she intended to give birth when the time came. There were no better healers in Tokyo than those residing at Shinobu’s estate. Other than perhaps Shinobu herself. That and it was one of the safest places for her to be. Demon slayers were always coming and going and most of the hashira would drop by on their way through as well.
Either way, if you hadn’t already been close to Mitsuri, the last several months would have made up for it.
It was late in the night when Mitsuri came to you. You were hunched over a desk in your room, poring over some old recipes for painkillers that Shinobu had dug up. ‘Safe for pregnant and nursing women’ she had said before handing the heavy book to you and then walking off. It wasn’t always easy for her to show she cared, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you watched her butterfly wing haori disappear around a corner.
“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be up,” Mitsuri said as she peeked her head in.
“Mhm. Is that why you walked all the way over here? Hoping I’d be asleep?” You teased as you closed the book and turned to look at her.
She was a sight for sore eyes. After all the doom and gloom that you had grown accustomed to, it was hard not to let yourself get lost in her beauty. Especially now. It wasn’t how a friend should look at a friend, but you had made amends with your feelings a long time ago. If it meant you got to be by her side, you were more than happy to remain a friend.
Her normally braided hair was loose around her shoulders, mussed up as though she had been trying to get some sleep before she sought you out. She was donning nothing but a soft pink nightgown that barely reached her mid-thigh thanks to her bulging belly. It clung tightly to her frame, leaving nothing to the imagination, especially when she rubbed a gentle hand over where her navel made a slight protrusion in the fabric. The best way to describe her silhouette in the moonlight was just…purely feminine. Like a painting you could admire for ages.
“Well, no. I was hoping you’d…I wanted you to be awake. But now that I’m here, it’s so embarrassing…”
That set alarm bells off in your head, making you stand and take a few strides to close the space between the two of you. You ushered her into the room and closed the door behind her, wanting to give her as much privacy as possible to speak about what was bothering her. It was the very least you could do. Besides, it wasn’t often she was hesitant to broach a topic with you.
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
She sat down on your bed and hid her face in her hands. Even from where you were standing near the door you could see the blush traveling up her neck and painting her cheeks a bright pink. It was hard not to fall a little more in love with her every time she did something so cute. How Obanai managed to get anything done when she was around was beyond you.
You gulped, hard, and sat down on the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. One of your hands instinctively moved to her belly and rubbed soothing circles. Normally you would ask permission before doing so, but long ago she had scoffed at you and let you know how much she enjoyed the feeling. But only when it was you or her husband, of course. Because only you two knew exactly how she liked it.
“Normally Obanai can help but he’s been gone for two weeks now and I think I’m going crazy! I don’t know what to do and I can’t reach
to
do anything. I mean I can do it for a
little
bit but then eventually I start to get so sore. I’m just so
big
and it makes everything so
difficult
,” she whined, hiccuping back frustrated tears.
With little to no warning, she lifted her nightgown and dragged it up so it rested just atop her stomach, forcing you to move your hand. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, but the intimacy of having her sitting on your bed late in the night made you avert your eyes as she grabbed your wrist and dragged your hand back to run along her tender skin. When you began to move again on your own accord, she let out a breathy little moan of relief that sent a shiver up your spine.
“I’ve helped you shave before. I’m sure it’s nothing I couldn’t help out with,” you stuttered, risking a glance back at her face.
She had sucked her lower lip between her teeth, looking at you with furrowed brows.
“It’s asking a lot…”
Her thighs rubbed together and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking down. It felt like everything she was wearing this evening was such a pleasant shade of pink, but it was curious that she had chosen such a frilly pair of underwear to sleep in. The lace rode high on her hips and you could tell by the cut that it was definitely a bit cheeky for her to be wandering around in so late. Especially when making long hauls across the mansion to your room.
“It’s alright. Just tell me what’s going on and I’ll do everything I can to help,” you said, turning to fully face her and taking her free hand into your own.
“I can’t
finish
.”
Your brain short-circuited for a moment. Here was one of the most beautiful women you had ever met. Your best friend through thick and thin. The one person you would lay your life on the line for in any given situation. And she was here asking if you could help her…orgasm?
“O-oh. Wait. Okay. That makes sense. Because you said Obanai…alright. Yeah. Got it. But you want
me
to…?”
She looked like she was completely at a loss for what else to do. But on the same hand, you could see some other unreadable emotion brewing just below the surface. It felt dangerous. Like you would get swept up in a current if you weren’t careful.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you would be willing to help. Obanai knows. He’s okay with it, he said. If I ever needed anything when he was gone…and I do. I
need
it. I need
you
,” she begged. “...but if you tell me to leave, I will.”
Despite her words that she would simply walk away if you asked, she had taken your hand and coaxed it between her legs. Her panties were already soaked, no doubt thanks to all of her failed attempts and getting herself off. But your fingers moved of their own volition, rubbing her gently through the fabric out of curiosity. The soft lace left almost nothing to the imagination as you traced the outline of her lips and nestled your thumb up against where her clit pushed out ever so slightly.
“Mm! Right there. Yes!” She whined, urging you to pull the fabric to the side until you could run your middle finger between her lips. She was so
wet
. You wouldn’t be surprised if you could slip a couple of fingers inside of her with no resistance.
So you did. Your middle and ring finger slipped past her entrance and you curled them inside of her, basking in the way she clenched greedily around them.
It was followed by the most broken moan you had ever heard.
“Lay back on the bed,” you told her, taking control of the situation before things got too out of hand. You couldn’t properly take care of her while awkwardly bumping your forearm into her stomach and trying to sit side by side.
She did as you said, turning and adjusting herself so her head was against the backboard, all while letting her legs fall open invitingly. As you moved with her, trying to find the best position, you froze when you finally looked at her.
The sight was breathtaking.
The roundness of her stomach heaved with every breath and her heavy breasts fell to either side as she watched you with barely concealed excitement. You weren’t sure what she had expected you to do, but you knew without a doubt in your mind that you wouldn’t be satiated until you felt her cum on your tongue. It was a shame you wouldn’t be able to watch her face as you did so, but it was a small price to pay to finally be able to taste her.
You laid on your stomach immediately and propped her thighs up over your shoulders. Her pussy was pink and puffy, no doubt a mix of arousal and a side effect of her pregnancy. But god was it mouthwatering. As you settled between her legs, you licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, giving it a tentative little suck to gauge her reaction.
Her legs fell open even wider and she rested her hands on her belly as she moaned, not trying to muffle it in the slightest. It was a mystery how you had never heard her with Obanai if this was how she normally reacted. But you loved it. Wanted nothing more than to hear
more
.
“Please please please! Fuck me with your tongue! I want to feel it inside me,” she pleaded, inhibitions thrown to the wind as her arousal continued to grow. You could literally see her pussy twitching in anticipation of whatever you had planned for her.
So you caved to her wishes, dipping your tongue into her and using your upper lip to create a suction on her clit as you did so. It made her legs twitch around your head and clamp shut over your ears. She was careful not to smother you but you were welcome to the idea if she so chose. You had never quite understood the sentiment of dying between a woman’s thighs, but now you understood. The plush softness of her skin boxing you in was bliss.
“My belly. Rub it please, it feels so much better when you do it.”
You let out a moan into her pussy and you reached above yourself, one hand coming to splay out across the taut skin of her stomach. She was so big, her belly perfectly round and warm under your fingers. You didn’t know how it was possible for one woman to be so fucking perfect, and yet here she was, rocking her hips into your face with how desperate she was to cum.
So you gave her exactly what she wanted, finding the perfect rhythm to fuck your tongue into her and bring her to the edge with nothing but your mouth.
Her pussy clenched around your tongue as she came, screaming your name at the top of her lungs and putting her hand over the one you had on her stomach. The other tangled into your bed sheets as she tensed her abdomen and flooded all over your face, her juices dribbling down your chin.
But you didn’t let her off easily. She had come to you with a request and you wouldn’t let her go until you were sure she had been satisfied.
She didn’t protest in the slightest as you kept going, alternating between dipping your tongue inside of her and massaging flat circles against her clit. Her thighs trapped your head again, immobilizing you completely as she came a second time.
“Again,” she croaked, voice frayed from a second scream.
It seemed that the more you worked her over, the more she craved another release. You were sure that the hormones in her body had made her miserable over the last two weeks and you could only regret that she hadn’t come to you sooner.
Knowing she might need a little extra push in order to get her to climax number three. With your free hand, you once more dipped your ring and middle finger into her, curling them in a ‘come hither’ motion until you hit the spot inside of her that made her back arch off the bed. It jostled her belly even more but you loved the way it shifted, heavy and full.
As you continued the motion, she took the hand on your stomach and laced her fingers through yours. It made your heart skip a beat and your stomach coil into knots, but you couldn’t focus on those while she was squeezing you tightly and begging you to let her cum.
So you did. You continued, only burying your face even deeper into her pussy until you could feel your forehead bump her stomach. But she didn’t care, second hand coming to the back of your head so she could ride your face like you were her very own seat. You were, of course, happy to provide as you stuck your tongue out and let her rut against you until she was screaming yet again from her orgasm.
And when she had finally had enough, your sheets messy and your face even messier, she let out a pleased little hum. Nothing mattered to her in that moment beyond the warm tingle in her abdomen and the fuzzy pleasure overwhelming her brain.
But by the time you untangled yourself from her legs, she was already beginning to drift off.
She would reward you for all your hard work in the morning. After all, it was the best sleep she had had in months. And that deserved something special.