#ma'am spare some coochie for a poor beggar

[bbygenya]

cyber sex pt.2 🌪

fandom: demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba

pairing: modern!sanemi x reader

ratings: m for m(utual mastubation)ature :)

warnings: none

word count: 2787

summary: listening to a popular song, you get a devilish idea for your dear old boyfriend

a/n: ma’am spare some digital coochie for a poor beggar—

also this isn’t that great (its my first kny fic as I mentioned earlier so pls be nice 🥺) read part 1 here!

“Let’s have video sex.”

He pauses for a moment, wondering what to say, how to act. This was out of the blue. “You sure? We don’t ha-”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “Do you want to get off or what?” you ask, giving him a pointed look through the camera. You can see his cheeks roast a downy pink color as he averts his eyes, but leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. 

“It’s that damn song, isn’t it? You really like listening to freaky shit don’t you [y/n]?”

You open your mouth to say something, but then it closes when you realize that he has a point. Sure, you’d picked the song out of pure coincidence that day, but you can’t deny you do like sexy songs. They make you think of Sanemi, especially the more explicit ones. It wasn’t like you two listened to songs when you had sex, but you do find yourself a little aroused when you listen to the “freaky shit” he’s talking about. So what if you thought about getting off with him over camera a few times after that shared experience? It’s not your fault—your sex drive wasn’t nearly as high before you got with him, and it’s like Sanemi has managed to unlock something in you that you hadn’t known was there, and of course he was proud as hell of being able to do it. Something about corrupting you really got him fired up, and both of you are acutely aware of it. 

“Well,” you mumble, suddenly shy. He leans back towards the camera, scooting up in his chair to see you better. Eyelids drooping as he looks you over, admiring how you’d been so bold to blurt out that the two of you should have video sex, yet now you were all shy. It’s cute. 

“If you want, I can just come over and fuck you—”

“No! I mean,” you chew at your lip and sigh. “I just don’t know. . . how this works. . .” you admit, toying with the hem of your oversized shirt, avoiding eye contact. Sure, the whole concept of getting off together was nice, but when you really thought about it, you weren’t even sure how to initiate it. Sex in person was easy; there’s kissing, touching—all that. Yet this? You can’t for the life of you figure out how this works. Sanemi is quiet for a moment, and you steal a glance at him to see what he’s so quiet for. 

“Well how about this,” he says, a few moments later. You raise a brow, curious. “How about you start by playing with your tits, yeah? Let me see how you touch ‘em when I’m not there with you.” He doesn’t even hesitate, the words coming out of his mouth with ease. As if he’s done this before. You try not to think about that and instead you’re more hyper focused on his words, staring down at your hands. 

“Do you want me to take my shirt off?”

“Yeah. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

You shyly nod. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra—you’re at home! Hell, you rarely wear bras to begin with; especially with him. 

“Okay. Shirt off then.”

You take a moment to regulate your breathing, then your shaky hands reach down, grasping at the hem of your shirt and you start to pull it over your head. In the back of your mind, you can hear the lyrics of the infamous song playing in the back of your mind. 

I wanna touch on you, 

You see me in my room.

Wish you were here right now, 

All of the things I’d do

As you toss your shirt aside, you shake your hair out, running your fingers through it and arching your back subconsciously as you go. From the other side, you hear Sanemi take a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he praises, which of course makes your cheeks redden a little more, but you’re encouraged by this. Literally, all you’ve done was take your shirt off, and he’s already enjoying it. 

“You said you wanted me to touch myself right? Play with my tits?” you question, playing coy. It feels so weird, allowing your fingers to brush over your lower stomach, tickling along your ribcage as your eyes watch your boyfriend’s reactions, seeing how the dark violet of his irises darken even more as he stares at you. Enraptured by the little show you’re giving him, even though it’s shy. It’s still undeniably sexy to him, and you can tell he’s enjoying it. Your fingers move a little shakily, from nerves, but you’re emboldened by his intense stare. Emboldened enough to gently grasp at your breasts, squeezing them and letting out a soft groan as you do so. Brushing your thumb over your nipples to tweak them to harden, lips parting as you squeeze your legs together. Having his eyes so intently on you like this is. . . .embarrassing, but oddly arousing. He’s quiet, taking everything in, and you can see how he swallows thickly at the sight. You giggle at this, which causes his eyes to dart up to yours. 

“Enjoying the show, Sane?”

“What the fuck do you expect,” he grits, strained. You hum to yourself lightly as you continue to toy with your breasts. 

“You should touch yourself too,” your voice is soft, but you figure it would be nice to watch him as well. “I don’t want to be the only one doing anything, I don’t think that’s how it works,” you add with a giggle, pitching into a soft moan as you pinch at your right nipple, pleasure shooting down your spine. They’re hard now, almost painfully so, and you have to cross your legs a little more. 

Sanemi moves, cursing under his breath and grabs his phone and laptop, transporting you to somewhere else. You squeak, immediately grabbing your computer and standing, holding it so it only has your face in the frame. “Sanemi! Don’t just wave me around, what if Genya sees?” you yelp, embarrassed. He gives you a hard look. “I’d just have to claw his eyes out myself. No way in hell I’m letting him see you like that, {y/n],” he grumbles, passing through the living room—had he really not been in his room this whole time?—and continues. 

“O-oh aniki! He-”

“Don’t fucking talk to me right now Genya I’m fucking busy,” he shuts the dark haired boy down quickly, and you can feel the way Genya wilts in confusion, and you almost laugh. It seems maybe you should move too, and so you decide to move over to your bed, sitting down with your laptop as Sanemi moves about to his bedroom, eager waiting for his return. The little moment of him moving to get more comfortable and private warms your heart—he’s always so protective of people seeing you in such a state honestly it’s kind of cute—and it helps you relax. This wasn’t a big deal. It’s just you and Sanemi; he’ll enjoy whatever you give him when it comes to your body. So you lean back on your pillow, laptop on your chest as you rub your smooth legs together, humming to yourself as he continues. Finally getting to his room, you hear him shut and lock the door, then finally he looks at you again as he moves to sit in a chair he keeps in his room, though sets his laptop on his desk, sitting away from it so you can see him better. 

“It’s about time. Were you really gonna let me fuck myself while you sat in the open for people to see?” You taunt, enjoying how he looks at you as if he’d strangle you. Riling him up was so easy. 

“Ha ha, you talk a lot of shit about getting seen [y/n]. What, don’t tell me you want someone to see you?” he questions, and your cheeks warm. Honestly, you’ve never really thought about exhibitionism or even voyeurism, yet you can’t help but feel the pit of your stomach twitch at the thought of someone catching you two. The thrill of doing something so lewd is exciting, you realize, and maybe he’s a bit right. 

“So? What if I say yeah?” you question, shifting so that you’re sitting up now, moving to where your legs are spread apart as you nestle your laptop between them. On the bed, where he can see you like this. He sucks in a breath, shifting in his chair as he eyes you. His reaction says it all, causing you to smirk. “What? You want someone to see me?” you question, playfully though. You trail your hands down over your thighs, eyes on him as he watches your movements, then you smile at  him. 

“I didn’t think you’d entertain the idea of someone seeing me like this,” you taunt. He can’t help but glare at you. Of course not, but the idea of showing that you’re his is a different story. Why share what was his and his only? He was serious about you—you were his and his only. 

“Panties off,” is all he says, voice full of lead and gravel as he struggles. When you glance at him, you can see the bulge tenting in his jeans and it takes everything in you not to grin. 

“Impatient much,” you tsk, though you do as asked. Shifting to grasp at the waistband, you slither the fabric down your creamy legs, tossing them over off the side of your bed. Humming, you part your legs a little more, letting him get a clear view of how wet you’d gotten from just playing with your breasts with his eyes on you. Your hands slip down, closer to your inner thighs to ghost over your heat. From the other side, you can hear a soft fuck, as well as the sound of clothes, rustling.

“Damn, I’m so tempted to just come over and fuck you stupid,” and you’re so tempted to let him, but you frown, glancing at him. 

“No. Well, not yet at least,” you’re set on this! You’d worked up to this point and here he was, cock out and stroking it as he watches you with a hazy, hard stare. You shiver a little, though lean your head back against the pillows. Propped up so he can see everything. “Wanna finish first,” you mumble, struggling to hold out for your own self, tempted to just dive your fingers in. But instead, you allow your middle and ring finger to ghost over the dampness of your folds, mewling softly at the motion. You’re sensitive from arousal, and he has a front-row seat to witness all of it. 

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, the grip he has on his cock tightening. As he strokes up, his thumb collects the precum beading at the head, slathering it over his shaft a bit sloppily, but his eyes remain trained on your glistening core through the screen. “Look at that slutty pussy. All wet for what? You’re enjoying getting off for me that much?” he taunts, and you whine in the back of your throat from it. Goddamn his dirty mouth. But it’s true; you are enjoying it. There was nothing like being the cause of your boyfriend’s pleasure, and it excites you to be able to do so. “S-Sanemi,” you breathe shakily, fingers getting a little bolder and slipping between your slickness, brushing over your clit jerkily. You twitch, wheezing. Since when were so you damn sensitive?

🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸🌱🌸

“Look at you,” he croons. His voice sounds sweet, but there’s a jagged ruggedness to it. You can hear the faint sound of him jerking off, and when you crane your head a little you can see how his hand grips his swollen cock, tugging at it quickly but at a pace that—hopefully—going to keep himself from cumming too quickly. And honestly, even if he did he’s sure he’d get hard again at the sight of you right now. Legs spread, trying not to overindulge yourself with pleasure despite wanting to. “Your slutty pussy. You want my cock that bad?” he questions, and you moan in response, legs squirming as you try to rub at your nub a little faster. “Goddamn, when we finish I’m coming over to fuck you like you want. Just like you like it,” he huffs. All you can do is nod, closing your eyes and leaning your head back as you speed up. Your fingers move swiftly, the same fingers on your clit moving to slip inside your wet cunt with a squelching noise that’s loud enough for him to hear. Your noises increase in volume, thumb brushing against your clit and pressing against it, then rubs over it again. Trying to match the way you withdraw your fingers and shove them back in. Trying to do it like Sanemi does it, but your fingers are too thin and small to fit all the way. Frustrated, your eyes water as you huff. 

“S-sane, I can’t reach,” you pant, whining as you try again and again and fail, but on the bright side you’re giving him quite the show, watching your slick dribble out of you soaked pussy to the point where he feels like he’s about to jump through the screen. You’re too damn sexy like this! Maybe agreeing to this wasn’t a good idea; he doesn’t think he could handle it if you two had to actually do this because one of you wasn't able to see the other. Not that he’s overly attached or anything, but he doesn’t think he could handle this on a regular basis. Hell, he’s barely handling it now. His self control is wavering by the minute, the only thing helping it being his amusement at the fact that your small fingers can’t pleasure you like he can. Like he will, when the two of you finish. 

“Needy slut,” his words burn a fire in your loins and you twitch, thumb moving quicker. You withdraw your fingers fully to focus instead on furiously rubbing your clit, figuring he’d come over and finger you properly. You can’t even do it on your own now that you have him. It’s like he knows how to hit those spots perfectly, and it’s entirely unfair that he can do that. “Can’t even fuck yourself without me? Fucking pathetic,” he continues, watching how you abuse your own pearl which excites him further. He’s so close.

And so are you, based on the way your back starts arching. You can feel your bedsheets soaking under your ass from the way you leak, and the wet, sloshing noises continue yet you can’t even feel embarrassed. Right now you’re drowning in pleasure, and Sanemi keeps going, verbally berating you and turning you on in such a way you almost cry out. It’s like he’s there; growling these same words into your ear, into your skin. Burning his possession into you as well as the intensity of his gaze that you can feel as the cord tightens within you, on the verge of snapping as your climax approaches. 

He cums first, thick ropes of white painting his hand, dripping onto the floor between where he sits. Ragged breaths escaping his parted lips. He looks away for a moment in his own haze, but then remembers you and jerks his eyes back up to you to watch as you come undone mere moments later, back arching beautifully as you cry out his name, calling for him even as your body trembles with the waves of your orgasm. It’s quite the sight, and he can’t lie—he’s feeling himself harden yet again. 

When you come down from your high, you lay on your bed, giggling. Glancing down at the computer screen tiredly, catching Sanemi getting up jerkily to clean his hand, but in the process is zipping his jeans back up and looking around for his shoes. You blink slowly. Where was he going?

“Baby, where are you going?”

“Don’t play dumb [y/n], I’m coming to finish what you started,” he shoots a look at you through the screen and you laugh, laying starfished in bed for a bit longer before reaching down for your laptop, grabbing it and holding it to where you can see him better as he grabs his phone. 

“Okay, well hurry up then,” you grin, rolling onto your stomach. He has a key to get in, so you figure you don’t have to get up. 

Besides, you think it’s best for you to get into position and wait on him anyway. 

-x

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