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somelattes · a day ago
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twelve months
pairing: sanemi x reader wc: 6k warnings: injuries, violence, abuse, sanemi's mouth note: just some really long, really slow burn, self indulgent content right here
The wind hashira is no master, nor he ever intends to be one. That is until you show up to sabotage his whole goddamn existence
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Sanemi Shinazugawa never wanted a Tsuguko. He never wanted a successor and he certainly didn't want to have to train one.
You had applied for the position a year before, in the most annoying way he had ever have the misfortune of experiencing. He had no idea how you managed to find his estate, appear out of thin air just to kneel on the ground and bow dramatically, forehead resting on your overlapped hands as you asked him to become your master.
“Get the fuck out”, was the only thing he spat, before turning his back to you and disappearing behind closed doors.
But there you were again, the next day. And the day after that. For a whole month, you showed up every single day, with the same identical request, making the veins on his temples throb and his eyebrow twitch. He even attacked you, hoping it would be enough to make you desist. It was pathetic, the way you took his kick to the stomach, gasping for air, tears in your eyes. But even while on all fours on the dusty ground, struggling to breathe, with his foot painfully pressing on your hand, you had repeated your plea. It was infuriating.
At this point, he was ready to simply beat you every single day until you decided you had enough. Except, his brilliant plan coudln't properly take form because somehow Oyakata-sama came to know about the odd situation and asked to see him individually. Kind and balanced as always, he asked him to give you a chance. He asked him to train you. “A slayer with such an iron will, bold enough to ask for your guidance, surely deserves an opportunity. Don't you think, my beloved child?”
Sanemi curled his hands into fists.
“With all due respect, she's no slayer, master. And I do not wish to have a successor”.
Oyakata-sama smiled.
“I kindly ask you to guide her, Sanemi. I will not force any final decision on you, if after a year you won't be willing to take her as your Tsuguko, you will be free to let her go. It would give me some peace of mind, knowing that you would be her master. She refused the offer of every other Hashira willing to train her”.
First thing he thought: what? A whole fuckin' year?
Second thing he thought: is she a dumbass? Does she even know who I am?
Third thing he thought: goddamn it. Fine, but I'll give her hell.
And he really did, give you hell. He wasn't training you to be a Tsuguko. Truth be told, he wasn't training you at all. Sanemi actually liked having students sent his way from time to time, both because of how badly they feared him and the fact that he had permission to do as he pleased. He never gifted anyone with advice or instructions, by any means. Whoever was unlucky enough to be in his presence for a supposed training session, experienced one thing and one thing only. Relentless, violent, heavy beating. Like some sort of punishment. For having been so weak and yet dumb enough to insist on being slayers. For having been arrogant enough to think they'd be able to keep up with him. For just being there, instead of living normal lives, instead of traveling far enough to leave their pitiful stories behind and start everything from scratch.
That's what he did with you as well. One day, instead of telling you to fuck off for the millionth time, he just threw a wooden bokken your way.
“On your feet”, was the harsh order.
You did as instructed, no trace of triumph or satisfaction on your stoic face. He was so ready to wipe any smile or gratification from your face, yet you never showed any. Your expression always remained impassive throughout the months. Apathetic, even. Except for when you took his harsh, brutal blows. Then you allowed yourself to let the pain break through the outer layer.
Much like every other slayer, you never received advice or instructions from Sanemi Shinazugawa. Every single day, you were mainly just beaten to a pulp. It had gotten so bad that one of the other pillars, Kocho Shinobu, insisted that you went to see her at least once a week so that she could check on your injuries.
“At this rate you're gonna get yourself killed, y/n”, she would say, sorrow evident in her worried eyes.
“I'm being trained by a Hashira. It's the greatest of honors and I am grateful”, you would reply, making her sigh in exasperation.
Just because Sanemi didn't guide you through your training, didn't necessarily mean that he was quiet either. By the end of the second month, he had called you a number of things. Weak, pathetic, delusional, a sorry ass excuse of a slayer, the stubborn bitch who insisted on wasting his time. But anger didn't consume him just because of how inexperienced you were. No, it was just you. Never complaining, never surrendering, completing each day of nothing more but tormenting beating without a single protest. Hell, even on the day he broke two of your ribs, one of your fingers, you said nothing more than “I apologize, master Shinazugawa” or “I will do better, master Shinazugawa”. You apologized a lot, promised a lot, barely saying yes master, no master, whenever he harshly demanded for an answer. But that was it. And it infuriated him. Not knowing why you wanted specifically him to train you, why you even bothered suffering so much, how you became a slayer, who were you, how the fuck did you resist all day without a single drop of water or any food. Your training went from 6am to 6pm, no rest days except if your injuries were too severe.
To make things worse, you had met his brother. And you two had hit it off, bonded by the way Sanemi treaded both of you. Each day, he allowed a break of twenty minutes, so he could consume his lunch and you could do whatever the fuck it was that you did sitting in his garden, no matter the weather. If Genya happened to pass by, he sat with you. It was the only times Sanemi could hear what your voice sounded like, actually sounded like. You talked a lot, really, and you were friendly, kind, considerate. Asking him about his training, replying to his questions. Yes, Sanemi eavesdropped, so what? His estate was silent as he ate and you two were just outside. Not that he ever stepped out to greet his brother.
“Why are you doing this?”, Genya asked you one afternoon, casually offering you an onigiri. You didn't accept it.
“Doing what? I'm training, like every other slayer”.
He scoffed.
“Don't deflect. Why this? Why him?”
You refused to look at him, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable. Dumb, even.
“He's the harshest”.
Genya blinked at you, confused. Your half smile didn't reassure him at all.
“I deserve the harshest training, Genya. No mercy, nor pity. I don't deserve the easy way, I just need some rigid, rigorous, rough training. I know he thinks I'm not even trying, but I am. I will be better, I will succeed”.
Sitting at his table, Sanemi honestly wanted to throw his rice bowl to the back of your head. What the fuck were you on? Just what did you even mean? And how could you so foolishly convince yourself of something as impossible as succeeding?
“You think you deserve this? My brother's training is not rigid, y/n. It's brutal”, Genya's words were exuding concern, so you felt the need to smile again.
“He won't kill me, so please don't worry!”
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Sanemi kept his alarmingly violent pace until one day, after three whole months, you successfully not only guarded but even pushed back one of his blows. And then, it happened again. You had grown accustomed to how his movements cut through the air around you, you had memorized each angle he jumped on you from and the exact way his wind would tickle your cheek before the blow landed.
It shocked him. That day, it took him ten whole minutes of attacks to brutally take you down again. Then you got up and fought him. Sure, you never even managed to graze him, but it wasn't a one way only battle anymore. You were making progress, under someone who had never given you a single ounce of actual guidance.
It started gradually, so slowly he never gave you the chance to feel any excitement.
“Don't bend your knees like that, dumbass”.
“Release the tension in your shoulders, idiot”.
“Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed? Watch your goddamn back!”
“Faster”.
“Harder!”
And then, one afternoon, on month four, he put down his bokken and looked at you, pale eyes met with a familiar stern gaze.
“Good”, was all he said.
Yet, you didn't allow your heart to fill but with a little, tiny bit of pride. You still weren't good enough and you knew you had a long way to go. To prove to your parents that you were ready to go through hell, if it meant proving them that even if they were probably right about the wrong sibling having been murdered by that demon, you were willing to atone for your sin of being still alive.
Month five, and you had started to have lunch with him. Your break was now half an hour long and you got to sit at his table, something he had rudely insisted on. “I swear your stupid ass will die of dehydration before any demon gets the chance to kill it”.
Sanemi looked at you way more often than he liked to, and that's how he noticed the first time. Yet, he didn't say anything. The second time, however, he had put his chopsticks down.
“What the hell is that?”, was the question that had made you look up from your food. You followed his gaze to the bruise on your arm and cleared your throat.
“Just my negligence, master Shinazugawa. I am still unfit to-”
“Don't give me that bullshit”, he interrupted you, fuming. God, why did you never talk to him? Just say something different for once? Something true?
“That shit's not from training. Tell me”, he demanded. I never grabbed you like that.
You shook your head.
“You are mistaken, master. It is from training”.
“I am ordering you to tell me, y/n”.
Of course he knew your name. Then why was it so weird to pronounce it out loud for the first time in five months? And why was it so strange to hear him saying it? It gave you an odd sense of security. He was acknowledging you. Yet, you were firmly determined to keep your private life completely separated from your slayer one. Especially from him. You didn't want him to know anything about you, about your past, motives, fears, suffering. You had to be nothing else but a student, an empty shell. You had to conceal everything else, cause nothing else was as important as your training.
“With all due respect, master Shinazugawa, you cannot order me to tell you anything”.
Sanemi had to restrain himself from punching a hole in the table.
By month six, you almost never had to visit Shinobu anymore. Sometimes you'd do it anyway, especially if you knew that Genya was going to be there. He was the closest thing you had to a friend and you liked talking to him, as much as he liked talking to you. You were allowed one rest day per week, which was usually spent working if your parents asked you to be at the market in their place. But if they didn't, you usually visited the butterfly estate, hoping Shinobu would offer you that special green tea of hers.
Month seven and Sanemi had received another crow from Oyakata-sama. He knew he couldn't find excuses to refuse anymore. His master believed that enough time had passed for Sanemi to bring you on a mission with him, as part of your training, and he just couldn't write another she's not ready yet as a reply. So he brought you with him to the village, barking not to do anything in the slightest and just stand there watching. But neither of you had anticipated the presence of two demons. One of them successfully luring you far enough from his battle, so that he couldn't notice. You had followed a voice that was just so painfully similar to your brother's, a voice crying for help, sobs suddenly turning into maniacal laughter as it cornered you, claws and fangs in sight.
Too consumed by anger to even think about running, you drew the sword from your back. It wasn't your first time cutting a demon's head off, it was just your first time having to fight one completely on your own. Which explained the blood dripping to the ground from your stomach, from where its claws were planted just seconds before you killed it.
You had managed to breathe steadily enough to close the wound on your shoulder, but you weren't entirely sure you could to the same to stop the bleeding from your other injury.
He had found you sitting on the ground, back pressed against a tree, crimson dripping from the hands you were pressing on your stomach. Oh, he got so mad. His entire being burned with rage as he ripped part of his haori to tie it around your stomach, cursing, insulting you, mentally insulting himself for not having been able to face two threats at the same time. For being late. Just while he was trying to decide how to carry you, where to carry you to, he froze as one of your hands faintly reached his cheek, then his forehead, to gently smooth out his furrowed brows.
“Don't worry, master. It's dead. I did well”, you had managed to whisper before passing out, making him erupt in a new series of profanities as he picked you up and pressed your stomach on his back, running as fast as he could to the butterfly estate. I want to finish this year, was all he thought while sprinting across the trees. That and yes, you did well.
When you woke up, a day later, Shinobu was sitting beside you. She had gently informed you about your conditions and kindly congratulated you on the successful mission. When you tried to get up, muttering about having already skipped a whole day of training, her hands rested on your shoulders as she kept per gaze down.
“Shinazugawa-san has decided not to continue with your training”.
That was a low fucking blow. Too low, even for him. So what if you got injured? You did your job. There weren't any casualties. Hell, you were making progress. You weren't to accept such an unfair decision without fighting back, so you ignored all of Shinobu's protests as you slowly got up and made your way to his estate. At that pace, it took you five hours of walking to reach the familiar entrance. The sun was setting as you marched into the garden, where he was training on his own.
“I don't accept your decision”, you let out between gritted teeth.
“I don't give a fuck about what you do or don't accept”, Sanemi didn't even turn to look at you while you stood there, breathing heavily.
“But why? Is getting hurt considered a failure? I've been getting hurt for months. You can't do this just as I'm getting better at-”
“Getting better? It took you three months to guard for the first time and after seven months I still can't trust you on an easy, regular mission because you almost fucking died like a dumbass”, he barked, making you flinch.
Rage bubbled up in your chest as you walked over to him and snatched the blade he was holding. He let out an incredulous, mocking laugh.
“Fight me”, you growled, struggling to control your breathing. God, that wound was giving you hell.
“You can't be this much of an idiot”.
You drove the blade across his chest, not hesitating and doing it again as he easily avoided your clumsy attack. The blade was heavier than yours and it didn't grant you enough agility, so you let it fall to the ground as you decided to rely on your body instead. Your kicks cut through the air as you chased him across the garden, furious because he wasn't taking you seriously and wanted you to throw away seven months of hard work and still didn't consider you worthy enough. Tears blurred your vision as your fist was finally able to come into contact with his jaw. That's how much he doesn't care. He isn't even willing to properly attack me. Very well, then.
You quickly spun around, leg lifted, ready to land your right foot on his stupid cheekbone, but he was faster. Of course, he was faster. You were pinned to the ground in a split second, wrists held above your head, knees painfully pressing on your thighs as tears of anger and frustration rolled down your heated cheeks.
“You're bleeding, you fucking moron”, he panted, eyes almost reddened by how angry he was.
“Don't worry, I'll go find myself some other place to bleed out in peace. I won't die in your goddamn garden, master”, you spat. Hand around your wrists tightened, his jaw visibly clenched.
“Watch your fucking tone”.
“Why? You won. You're not my master anymore. Maybe I'll make you even happier and leave the corps, so you won't be my superior either. Let me go”, you wiggled uselessly under his iron grip.
So, this is finally you, he thought. The cracks of your impeccable discipline and deference had finally let something raw, real, leak through. His lips curled up in a pleased smirk and it was a good fucking thing you could not see it, face stubbornly facing his mansion, eyes avoiding his.
He didn't know, what had made him tell Shinobu that he was done training you. After spending almost 24 hours at her estate, impatiently waiting for you to open up those big, stupidly bright eyes of yours, he just felt that he didn't want to do it anymore. He didn't want to take you on missions, he didn't want to guide you towards a future of battles, injuries, death. He didn't give a fuck if you thought that it was the kind of path you wanted, no, you deserved.
Your unexpected progress had startled him. Your improvement gave him no escape. He had never met someone so ridiculously stubborn, burning with such determination to be willing to be beaten every single day, month after month. It had been hell, yet you kept up. Without disclosing a single fragment of yourself, you kept up. Sanemi had to gather some pieces and put them together on his own: he came to know about your friendliness and wit through Genya, discovered your kindness through everything Shinobu would ramble about while stitching him up. And then, there was everything else he had both guessed and witnessed during those seven months. Determination, fury, discipline, intelligence, endurance, talent.
He had already changed his mind as soon as he had arrived to his estate. Not even his stubborn temper would've been enough to convince him to disappoint Oyakata-sama, especially after making a commitment. He was well aware of how much he cared about him and the other pillars, especially about them guiding and helping other slayers. He took great pride in all of his children and had waited a long time for Sanemi to be willing to actually train someone, to pass his legacy on. He wasn't going to bail out on his master, truth be told he didn't want to bail out on you either. Not after everything you had willingly went through. Not after you had almost fucking died on him. Not after all your shared meals, your daily “good morning, master Shinazugawa” and your ridiculous “thank you for today's training, master Shinazugawa”, even with broken ribs or fractured ankle. Not after the first “excuse me, master Shinazugawa, are you okay?” when he had greeted you with bandages wrapped around his torso.
“Can you let me go already?”, you snapped again, your attempts at freeing yourself getting weaker by the minute.
Sanemi's eyes traveled to your stomach, specifically to the wet, red spot on your uniform. He let go of your wrists but kept you down, letting out an exasperated growl.
“I said, watch your fucking mouth”.
You scoffed.
“You're not-”
“I am your master and you will shut the fuck up if I tell you so. You will let me check that injury, then you'll eat something and go to bed, I will have the guest room prepared. I want you up before sunrise, we're gonna start practicing breathing forms tomorrow”. So you can learn how not to bleed out in my goddamn garden.
You were at a loss for words but, for the first time, you also failed to suppress a content smile. A smile that forced him to get up and look away. It took a very long time after that night for Sanemi to admit that he was guarding, during your dumb assault. He was guarding, and you still managed to land a blow on him.
Month eight and he was barely able to catch you during your training sessions. Even with a blindfold on, you could sense his movements well enough to avoid his attacks and successfully land a few on him. You were fast, even while using his heavy sword, so fast you were able to complete the one hundred round runs around his estate each morning and afternoon in half the time he expected you to.
Month nine and Sanemi had learned about your parents abusing you. You couldn't blame any more bruises on your training, so you had reluctantly told him that sometimes you disappointed your father and it was simply his duty to teach you a lesson so that you wouldn't make the same mistake again. He honestly didn't know what made him feel more furious: if your asshole parents or your stupid, familiar, self destructive mindset.
“You're gonna stay here”, he had decided one day, during your lunch break. You only ate and drank if he offered you something, which made him think that your parents didn't want you taking anything with you before you left the house. Christ.
“Where?”, you had asked, stunned.
“There's a spare room”.
“I really can't, master”.
Sanemi took a deep breath in.
“You're gonna stay here. Go get your things and come back by sunset, your training's finished today”.
The confusion was evident in your apologetic gaze.
“But... I don't think I have ever been late? I get up very early to be here on time, my house is not that far away and I-”
“I'm sick of you showing up here beaten and bruised and not willing to do shit about it. So I'll do something about it”, he snapped, eyes very much focused on his curry.
You didn't look at him either.
“I can't leave them”, you muttered slowly, too surprised to realize that, for the first time in almost a year, your master was showing some form of concern.
And so you told him everything about your stupid, pathetic life. You told him about your brother, the absurd beliefs you gave in to, the reason why you wanted to become a better slayer so badly. Sanemi hid his clenched fists under the table, listening in silence. Listening for a whole hour and then, incredibly, telling you in turn. Not everything, but enough. He was a man of his word, after all, and your training that day was already finished.
Sanemi was overly conscious of the fact that there were only three months left before he had to make a decision. He kept updating his master about your progress, always sharing nothing but the truth, with a bitter taste longing in his mouth, in the back of his thoughts, something that kept him up at night, especially if you happened to be there. In the end, you had partially accepted his offer, just after asking your parents for permission of course. Each week, you would spend the night at his estate for two days. The relief he felt, knowing that you would be far from your parents for a while, wasn't enough to soothe his spirit. Not when he could hear you, at night. Whether you quietly walked out of the bedroom next to his at 3am to go and sit on the engawa until sunrise just to greet him with a joyful “good morning, master! I woke up early today”, or you just screamed until you woke yourself up. He had always heard everything, never gathering up enough courage to confront you about it.
Sanemi wished for a world in which someone like you didn't have nightmares, didn't feel like they had to go through his infernal training to make up for the fact of being still alive. As much as he would've preferred getting stabbed a hundred times before admitting it, he also wished for a world in which he didn't have to go through all that shit either. A world in which he could've met someone like you under different circumstances. Someone who could have called him by his name at that point, no stupid ass honorifics, meals shared while having actual conversation, a household shared with you and his brother who maybe could have just a little bit made up for the loss of yours. Sanemi knew he couldn't make up for shit. Not for the way he had treated you, cause it wasn't far from what your parents had done. Not for the loss of your brother, cause he had never been a good one. And, well, he certainly didn't want to be a brother to you.
By month eleven, you knew you were finally good enough to officially become his Tsuguko and stay by his side. You felt like he knew that too. But was it going to be enough for him to... actually want you? Sparring sessions had become much shorter, he only managed to land a couple of blows on you each day and you were finally able to reciprocate. The rest of the time, he would sit and watch you practice all the katas he had teached you. Harsh corrections were still being barked your way, but you could tell that deep down he was actually satisfied with your progress. So you finally allowed yourself to feel some pride. What you didn't allow yourself, was to feel anything else. Not when your master had made it a habit to get up and sit with you in the middle of the night, not a word nor an explanation escaping his mouth. Not when he had remembered your birthday and had proceeded to shove a plate full of ohagi in front of you at the end of your training session. Not in the moment you had catched his half smile as he had watched you successfully master his breathing technique for the first time. Definitely not every time your heart would beat alarmingly faster whenever he was close enough your hands could've touched by accident.
What a disappointment, you were. The path you had chosen to undertake with such resolution and discipline, had brought you unexpected, unwanted feelings for someone you were supposedly going to become the successor of. It didn't help, the fact that he was everything he was trying so hard not to be. Your master was considerate, sharp, unfortunately extremely good looking as well. But he was also in pain. He was someone who constantly punished himself, someone who didn't care about his life as long as he could save civilians or other slayers. Someone who didn't think he deserved to have anything. Not friends, not a brother, not a family. No relief, nor happiness, ever. Your master was harsh, brutal, lethal. Then why was it so easy for you to see beauty in him? To seek more than his approval? Why did you hope so badly that you hadn't fooled yourself, all those times you saw him stare at you from the corner of your eye? Why did you so badly want to share the burden of your vulnerabilities, make them merge, discover if they were compatible enough to keep each other company?
Sanemi couldn't figure out how you came to know about his birthday, too startled to remember you were friends with Genya. He had brought his gift early in the morning, wished him a happy birthday, reminded him of how much he loved his older brother. Sanemi had rolled his eyes and reluctantly accepted the wolf carved in wood Genya had been so eager to give him.
“It kinda reminds me of you, aniki”.
“Cause I could slash your throat under the fuckin' moonlight?”
Genya had done his best to hide his surprise at Sanemi almost cracking what honestly sounded like a joke.
“Well, yeah”, he faintly smiled, “but mainly because of how strong and protective you are”.
“Whatever. Get lost now”.
But he couldn't ask you to get lost when after lunch you pulled out a basket of fresh fruit and what looked like a handmade journal with a leather cover. You had never smiled at him like that, in such an embarrassed yet cheerful way.
“I hope this is not inappropriate. The fruit is from our market, I believe you once said you don't mind peaches, and this is just something I have made last night cause I couldn't think of anything else as a suitable gift. Happy birthday, master!”, you extended the basket towards him, struggling to keep eye contact because you were frankly terrified of the possibility of angering him. On his birthday.
But Sanemi just couldn't be angry while accepting your gifts with a barely audible “thank you”. He had promptly put the basket aside, cleared his throat and urged you to resume your training, cause he wanted to take his time. That day, after you had left his estate, his hands had gently grazed the cover of the journal, having to resist the urge to destroy it. Why should I keep something like this, anyway? I can't even use it. Goddamn it, of all people you could've made this for. But of course, he didn't. He couldn't. He hated and he was so scared of just how much he couldn't.
Month twelve, and you were sitting on the engawa at reasonable distance from him, having accepted the suggestion of consuming your takoyaki outdoor. He had turned to look at the entrance of his garden first, suddenly so vigilant you had turned as well, anxiety and fear clenching your stomach. Neither of you could anticipate the white shiba inu that had trotted your way, tail wagging so much you failed to hide your smile.
“Where the hell did you come from?”, Sanemi's unusually soft tone as he let the dog sniff his hand almost shocked you. You couldn't help but get closer, still smiling.
“Oh, you're beautiful”, the dog had probably understood that your tone had implied a compliment, cause it barked happily as you gently scraped behind its ears.
“Master, do you think someone lost it?”
“I-”, Sanemi's reply was harshly cut short as the shiba decided that both of your laps were the ideal place for it to hop onto to take a nap. Your cheeks had definitely grown hotter as you had noticed just how close the position had brought you to him, shoulders grazing, both of your faces frozen in embarrassment. Well, you were embarrassed. He was probably just fuming.
“Uh, sorry. Maybe we could just get up? I don't think it would be a problem”, your suggestion was barely muttered, drenched in the hope of your master not snapping at you.
But Sanemi had done nothing but let out a heavy sigh, hands distractly traveling across the dog's soft fur.
“I would like you to stay here”.
You had turned to look at him, appalled, heart suddenly beating furiously against your ribcage.
“You... accept me?”, your voice nothing but a faint whisper.
The pause had been so long it made you think you had imagined his words. But then he looked up from his lap, not at you, just over his garden as if you hadn't been sitting the closest you've ever sat next to him.
“I still haven't decided that. What I mean is, I don't want you here as my Tsuguko. I just... want you here as you”.
Month twelve and you were on a mission with your master again, this time ready as ever not to disappoint him. Ready to face anything with him, really. Ready to face anything except that woman, once again so dangerously close to your village. The gorgeous woman who had lured your brother out of his house, left him alive, hurt him long enough to force him to scream your name over and over again, just to slash his throat the minute you had managed to reach them.
Sanemi knew the second your breath had hitched in your throat, as soon as your lips had lost pigment. He knew from the cold sweat your forehead had suddenly been covered in. Although he ached to get it done and get it gone quickly, he knew he should've let you have it. He was there anyway, ready to intervene.
“Get the bitch”, was the only thing he said and you just felt ignited. You had never cut a demon's head off so quickly, so lethally. For just a split second, Sanemi thought you were a sight to behold, practicing his breathing technique perfectly, angrily, fiercely. And then you fell apart, crumbling on the ground as ashes flew around you, some of them getting caught up in your hair.
Sanemi knelt in front of you, took the blade out of your hands and tossed it to the side.
“It's fine. You're fine. You did a good job”.
Your sobs just wouldn't stop as you hid your face in your hands, shaking, feeling so cold and so numb and so angry at how easily it had been over.
“I did it all wrong, she should've suffered, she should've known it was me”, you whispered and it broke his heart, the way he couldn't recognize your voice. We're all so fucking broken.
Sanemi didn't think, he just placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, holding in a sigh of relief as you grabbed his haori and clenched your fists around it.
“I'm proud of you”, he said, eyes still closed cause it was easier telling the truth in the dark.
It was strange, not feeling embarrassed when your forehead found his shoulder and he hesitantly placed a hand on the nape of your neck, allowing your tears and the blood that had splattered on your face to stain his haori. When he lightly turned his head to the side and his nose grazed your hair, he closed his eyes again. I wish I could've met you in a different way. I wish I could've treated you right.
Month twelve and Sanemi couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt ever again. However, he never allowed himself to forget just how much he had hurt you either. It served as a reminder of how undeserving of whatever you were willing to give him, he was. Still, he knew you were willing to give. Weren't you always?
Month twelve, and you were a perfect fit to become his successor. But Sanemi hadn't changed his mind, he still didn't want to make you his Tsuguko, although for reasons that were entirely different from the ones he held when he had first met you.
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kurukosmochas · 2 days ago
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Demon Slayer characters and the types of dares, or truths they would give you: ̗̀➛ /slight 18+ mentions of sex/
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/The ‘on crack’ truth or dares/
The dares} “I dare you to take three shots and do a cartwheel!” or “I dare you to lick your partners feet for a minute!”
The truths} “Tell us one embarrassing sex moment” or “if you could date one uppermoon, who would it be?”
Tengen, Sanemi, and Inosuke
/The funny truth or dares/
The dares} “Do a model walk in front of a ton of random people!” or “go outside and try to summon Muzan by saying ‘HEHE’ ”
The truths} “Imagine you went to a public bathroom and took a #2, and there was no toilet paper, what would you do?” or “would you say thank you to the person who rocked the absolute shit out of you, if they were hot?”
Kyojuro, Mitsuri, and Shinobu
/The serious truth or dares/
The dares} “Walk up to someone and tell them you hate them” or “slap everyone in the room.”
The truths} “When was the last time you cried” or “what are you most insecure about?”
Muichiro, Gyomei, Giyuu, and Obani
/The E rated for everyone truth or dares/
The dares} “Wear socks on your hands for the rest of the game” or “do your best dance moves.”
The truths} “If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?” or “who is your crush?!”
Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Kanao, Nezuko
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adoriable · a day ago
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I don't know if you've answered this already or not because I just started looking at your page and I love it already, but my question is: Do you have a favorite Demon Slayer character?
hello baby! welcome :]
i do have a couple of favorite characters, but my top two are tanjirō and sanemi.
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xxsabitoxx · a month ago
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Best Friend’s Brother
Sanemi x Fem! Reader + Genya
Warnings: Mentions of eating & Food
NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent
A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO
Word count: 12.3k
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“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.
“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed I’m frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”
“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”
“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.
“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”
“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.
You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.
Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.
“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”
“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.
“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.
Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.
You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.
Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.
Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.
“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.
You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.
Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.
“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.
“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.
Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.
You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.
You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.
“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.
“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.
Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.
“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.
“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.
After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.
“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”
“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.
“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.
He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.
“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”
“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.
“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”
“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”
“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”
“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.
“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.
“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.
“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.
“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.
“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”
“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.
“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”
Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.
Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.
“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”
Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.
“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”
He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.
He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.
“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.
You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.
“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”
He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.
You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.
“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.
After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.
“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.
You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.
“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.
Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.
You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.
“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”
His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.
“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.
“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.
“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”
You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”
You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.
His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.
You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.
You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.
You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.
“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.
He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.
“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”
You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”
He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.
“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.
“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”
“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”
He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.
“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.
His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.
“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”
The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.
“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”
You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.
“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.
For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.
Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.
“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.
Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.
He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.
You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.
“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.
As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.
“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.
“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.
“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.
“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.
“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.
“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.
Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.
“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.
“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.
You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.
When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.
He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.
You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.
“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.
Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.
He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.
“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts began picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.
Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.
“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”
You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.
His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.
Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.
“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”
You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.
“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.
“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.
“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.
You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.
“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.
As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.
The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.
“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.
Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.
Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message
Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.
Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”
Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.
He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least he wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.
“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.
Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?
Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.
Genya: fucking clearly.
Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?
Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??
Nemi: look closer.
After a moment of studying, Genya realized.
Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????
Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.
Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was livid for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.
“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.
Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.
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swimmingferret · 3 months ago
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Tanjiro + being part goat 🐐
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ms0milk · 3 months ago
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the Hashira & their favorite pet names
| Hashira x reader
a/n: no Muichiro bc baby. the reader is fem-leaning
i swear i write for other fandoms, i'm just consumed by the power of these flamboyant fucks
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Kyojuro
i obviously and firmly believe this man calls you one of three things
My Love
My Darling
Dear
(y/n if he’s worried)
kyo is nothing if not a gentleman
he thinks sweeping romantic terms of endearment are obviously the only way to address his partner-divine
there’s almost no argument to be had over this
he likes for you to call him by his first name
he thinks it’s so intimate
nothing fancy just
Kyojuro
it makes his heart dance
he was such an outgoing child that he wanted to call everyone by their first names and have a bunch of really good friends
which came on a little strong for the neighborhood kids, guests at the house, his father’s pillar teammates, strangers at the market— kind of anyone he was ever introduced to
so his parents told him
“kyojuro, when two people love and trust each other very much, when they’ve known each other for a long time, they use their first names. those are your closest friends, the ones who see you like your family.”
his eyes got all wide and he stared back at them and said, “like you two.”
so
here we are
i would stake everything i have for this man’s happiness. im a wreck
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Tengen
in my head
this man
kind of talks like a mob boss
not quite but i don’t know how else to describe it
his favorite things to call you are
sweetheart**
**primarily
babe
princesses (derogatory)
he’s a bit of an informal guy but he’s got his husband priorities straight
using pet names shows the rest of the world you belong to each other
you and the wives are all warming up to calling each other by your first names
which is adorable
and tengen is trying to get the three of them to stop calling him Lord, since it makes him feel a little weird in his day to day, with neighbors and whatnot around
not needing to know all his shinobi business
he was never a Lord to you so this isn’t a habit you’ve needed to break
calling him Tengen so casually kind of made everyone’s head spin
in private though
i know this man is an animal
i just KNOW
he likes you calling him all kinds of “M’ Lord”
and speaking sweetly & formally
not always, just *special* occasions
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Giyuu
this one’s not spilling his secrets to me no sir no how
hmm
my best guess is
honestly
your first name
if he’s feeling frisky
maybe a y/n ✨chan✨
but never over the top with this one
he’d much rather keep it simple; openly being in a relationship seems romantic enough for him
the fact that anyone knows anything about his personal life is a miracle
i WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY
this does not mean the man isn't a f r e a k in other scenarios
that's for a later date
for himself, he much prefers romantic acts over cute pet names
even just calling him Tomioka in public seems a bit melodramatic to him
but when you lean in close to his ear
early in the morning over breakfast
in the thrum of the market
so he can hear you over the sound of a noisy corps party
or at night when you're tucked in together
and whisper
"baby~"
he sputters
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Shinobu
she is a perfect
miserable
little menace
i'm in love with her
in public she'll usually either call you by your first name or call you Honey
H o n e y 🍯
my heart burns for her
also in the rotation is
Angel
pretty standard pet names
but just imagine her soothing voice saying them
not so standard anymore no sir
the menace behavior starts exactly where the sweet facade ends
when she brushes past you in the lab
or kisses you goodbye
she likes to tack on a little possession
"my sweet Y/n"
"goodbye my angel"
K.O.
she started doing this before you even got together
but even in a crowded room she always made sure you were the only one who could hear it
which made you feel like you were slowly losing your mind but that's besides the point
bc now you’re her's 🤷🏽‍♀️
she likes it when you're possessive right back!
"g'morning my sweet baby"
and you can really get her flustered if you say it in public
pull up to a Pillar party at HQ with a:
"Kocho! my darling, where should i put the snacks i brought?"
there's so few ways to get this girl off her game for a second
this is one
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Sanemi
okay okay okay
not big on outward affection
but sanemi is a loving guy!
spends every day working hard so his brother can have a normal life
even if he commits manslaughter along the way
when it come to you though
loving ≠ sweet
he loves you, but he also quite likes you
which mean trouble
joining tengen's quasi mafia club
when he's feeling soft enough he likes to be wickedly sarcastic
"c'mere dreamboat"
"oi sweet cheeks you're hoggin the bath scoot over"
he only calls you y/n when he really wants to fluster you
or if you're in trouble
or if you get lost at the market
and he always says it real calm
he likes one name the most though
Peach Girl
loves peaches
he's an ass man
he's also a whore
so when you call him by his first name
(which does not happen often)
he short circuits for a second
and he loves
L O V E S
it when you call him 'sir'
you technically work for him, so this a professional curtesy
until it is very unprofessional
but no matter the context it makes him feral
you have him wrapped around your little finger
you're playing cat's cradle w his limbs
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Mitsuri
i Know it seems obvious
she LOVES pet names
duh
but you're not ready
for the absolutely outta pocket shit she comes up with
"sweet-chariot-who-pulls-back-the-curtain-of-night, where are you?"
girl
"my-heavenly-little-bug! i missed you"
"you look so cute ender-of all-sadness-on-this-the-sacred-earth"
GIRL
if someone's around when she's calling to you they always feel the urge to say a m e n
a simple "baby" will not suffice
although anything you call her, even Mitsuri, knocks her out for an entire afternoon
unconscious
sweating
on the floor
you had to talk to her about her over the top terms of endearment
it was a little distracting to hear a whole hymn in the breeze and try to figure out if it was a passing procession of monks or your girlfriend calling you downstairs for dinner
she she settled on a few unusual, but effective names
ladybug
dove
baby doll
and every now and then she's allowed a my-sun-and-my-stars
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Obanai
everyone's favorite hardass
i'm gonna have to make a soft dom <--> hard dom list for the hashira, don't let me forget
bc this gentleman
this one
uses your name as a punishment
he's soft and sweet with his Love don't get me wrong, but much like Shinobu and Sanemi, he likes to use his words to get to you
he likes to work you up with low whispers while you're making breakfast or finishing up work late at night
he'll get your attention by calling your first name, then brush your arm and murmur something fully uncalled for
he's a very private individual tho
so never in public, even if you're alone
anywhere other than your property, he's pretty formal
but get him sleepy enough
he's all "sweetie" this "sweetie" that
he can even be a little whiney about it if he's exhausted
because he's strict about his demeanor in public and because you know how worked up he can be in private
you like to tease him where you can
maybe you'll "accidentally" call him cupcake when wishing him luck on a mission with his teammates
"accidentally" ask for Iguro when checking in on him at work
all to get him to say your name angrily a little later
otherwise
pretty vanilla when it comes to terms of endearment
he's also a huge self-loathing softie
so he LOVES it when you when you call him something sweet and a little silly
"Plum, do you need anything from the market?"
"good morning Sunshine!"
this extends to Kaburamaru
call that sweet snake "lovebug" one time and Obanai's whipping out the ring
pls love this gremlin softly
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Gyomei
hmmm
i honestly don't see this man in a deeply sexual relationship like some of the other hashira
but in an otherwise romantic or personal relationship! this man's the goat
always asks what you prefer to be called and then never ever messes it up
he thinks names are powerful
gyomei does not trust easily, but once he's let you into his life he is deeply committed to your happiness
so we've got another first name lover over here
there's only a handful of people he's close enough to to call by their first names, so that in and of itself is special
he likes the same treatment
respect = respect
but that doesn't mean his heart doesn't catch in his throat ever so slightly when you say "hime..jima" for the first time
he doesn't even cry
life is mostly a righteous reminder of suffering to him
but when you slowly make sure you're saying his name right that first time
smiling
he feels warm
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withlovetengen · 3 months ago
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10:09pm Nsfw
“I’ll fill you so good, if any other man touches you he’ll know you’re Mine.” He knows no one would dare go near you, not when he’s as possessive and eager to rip them apart for even trying to cross that line. You on the other hand, completely and utterly fucked out, his cock dragging across your walls painfully slow. You buck back into him, eliciting a deep chuckle. “So needy, always s’ goddamn needy~” his throbbing head hitting your cervix, before he spills his load into you as deeply as he possibly can.
“You won’t need these” he takes your panties and shoves them into his pocket. Wanting you to go back out there and let his cum drip down your sore thighs for everyone to see. “You wanna put on a show, make me jealous.” He snickers and you whine in protest beneath him.
“Go ahead, give them a show baby”
Levi, SANEMI, Bakugou, DABI, Mr. Compress, Toji, Ban, Kirishima, Aizawa, Tengen, SHIGARAKI
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crysatoru · a month ago
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Can we get a sanemi still being a brat even when hes being overstimulated-
also I wanna say u run demon slayer smuts it's gotten to the point where I can recognize ur user from anywhere and I'm lovin it 😋
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[ CHARACTER ] : sanemi shinazugawa x gn!reader
[ SYNOPSIS ] : Sanemi might be the brattiest out there, but he’s all yours to handle and tame
[ CONTAINS ] : sub!bratty!sanemi, overstim, edging, begging, mentions of spanking, tears (and dacryphilia)
[ LOVE NOTE ] : Thank you two lovelies so so much oh my gosh 😭😭💓 I hope you like this fic and that’s it’s fine that I combined this (It sort of happened by itself)!
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"Sanemi, I thought I asked you to ask nicely," you pouted, disappointment laced in your voice as you stared down at Sanemi, red-faced, drooling and all. He glared back at you, a look of defiance upon his face.
"D-Dream on," he said, stuttering a little as he shivered, trying to keep himself composed enough to resist you. At least he's stopped with the degrading nicknames. Seems like the spanks were effective. You pouted again, leaning away from the man.
"No one's going to give you anything if you just snapped at them like that, you know?" You almost sounded condescending as you sat down on a stool you'd carried over. "You better start begging before I lose patience." The sentence alone made Sanemi tingle, and he'd almost let the moan in his throat escape. His silence made you sigh as your hand moved to his cock again, making him scream. He was so overstimulated, yet he hadn’t even cum yet, not even once. Tears were welling in his eyes as he bit his lip, not wanting to let you have any of the pleasure from hearing him moan like a little bitch.
You watched him carefully, knowing exactly how when he jerked and flinched, when his cock twitched in your warm hands, when his eyes were fluttering close as moans poured out of his lips, was when he was going to cum. You bit back a smile as you removed your hand, watching the white-haired man struggle and thrust into the air. A pathetic wail fell from his lips as tears flowed down his reddening cheeks.
“Fuck you!” He cursed, squirming around as he sniffed, trying to hold back the stream of tears.
“Again, baby. I told you to ask.” He whimpered, and you cheered internally. Ah, he was finally starting to give in. He wanted to, he really did, but his pride! How embarrassing would it be to cave in after all that struggle?
So once again, he bit back the pleas and the whines, shaking his head as he waited for his punishment to continue.
One day, you’ll tame him, get him to drop the moment you command him to, but that day would not be today.
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Cry with me 😩
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10K FOLLOWERS REQUEST: Sanemi coloring requested by @ackernen and @kuroosden
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a woman is no man
pairing: sanemi x reader
warnings: a lowkey abusive father, mentions of injuries, cursing, the usual jazz
wc: 2.5k
You're trying to process something quite unpleasant and find yourself venting to the last person on earth you thought would want to hear it
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You liked the Butterfly Estate.
In fact, you liked it so much that you almost didn’t mind getting injured in battle.
You liked how happy Sumi, Naho and Kiyo got whenever you were around, you liked Shinobu’s good-natured scolding whenever your visits became more regular. Broken legs and crushed ribs were your specialty: you focused so much on charging your attacks that you paid no mind to falls and kickbacks and, well, basic human limits. You ran and you climbed and you slashed while barely guarding, burdening the Kakushi with a lot of work every single time they were unfortunate enough to having to assist you.
So you usually smiled to the insect hashira whenever she visibly frowned at your clearly have-been-waiting-too-long-to-get-checked infected wounds. You smiled, because you liked being at her estate. The sunny rooms, always filled with the girls’ laughter even as other injured slayers were recovering, the beautiful garden that always smelled like orange blossoms, the flavor of whatever Aoi felt like cooking.
It felt pleasant, comfortable, homely.
Bumps and bruises were a price you didn’t mind paying if it meant to be taken care of for a little while. If it meant to be in a place you could have so easily called home.
Not that you would ever voice such foolish, lowkey self-destructive thoughts. You kept your enjoyment to yourself, helped around the estate any way you could, brushing off with a smile the appalled protests of the girls. So what if you were a pillar? Your life was mostly made of fights, blood, pain and training. You figured you could indulge in normal stuff from time to time.
Sure, you weren’t the greatest cook and Aoi had to call Shinobu a couple of times after you almost cut your own fingers off while chopping onions, sure, you weren’t amazing with laundry either, but it was fun. It was normal. It felt good.
You felt so comfortable around Shinobu that you knew you didn’t have to wait for a demon to slash you open to have a reason to visit. Even if she wasn’t around, you were always welcome at the estate. However, is she was around, she was always happy to offer you tea, fresh fruit and peaceful company.
You appreciated how she didn’t flinch when she looked up from the letter she was reading.
“Are you alright?”, was her balanced greeting, letter put away on the engawa as she stood up.
You faked a smile.
“Yes. I was wondering if you could… give me a hand?”
Shinobu blinked just two times, then her hand motioned you the engawa.
“Of course. I’ll be back, why don’t you take a seat? Aoi just brewed some tea”, her smile was warm but you didn’t fail to take notice of her ever so slightly furrowed brows, an almost invisible wrinkle on her forehead.
You thanked her and watched her disappear behind the shoji door that led to her office.
The engawa was warm from the sun and it gave you a perfect view of the well-kept garden. You took a deep breath and repeated to yourself just how calm you were. It was fine. Everything was perfectly okay. Not a tragedy.
“Why the fuck do you look like that?”, a loud, mocking voice behind you roared with laughter. You didn’t turn around or wince, of course you heard him coming. Of course it had to be him, there, of all places. Not ideal, but you could handle it.
“Good to see you too, Shinazugawa”, was your sarcastic response.
He was in front of you before you could even hope to escape that bloodshot gaze.
“Shit, it’s even worse from the front”, he grinned.
I’ll handle it. He pisses me off but I’ll handle it.
“Did I somehow give the impression that I enjoy your company? If so, apologies. You can leave now”, you forced your lips into a smile.
God, he hated when you did that. He hated that fake, honey and venom infused voice. If someone told him that that was how you fought demons, by exasperating them, he would’ve believed them. Shinobu had a similar way of speaking but she simply didn’t infuriate him as much as you did.
“You look like shit”, he spat, amused smile long gone from his sharp-edged features.
That was how it usually went down. Sarcastic slash annoying remark met with an even more annoying sarcasm met, in turn, with an insult. Why he even bothered interacting with you, neither of you were able to understand.
“Right back at you. Don’t you have a broken leg? Dislocated shoulder? Anything that should keep you in a futon, preferably one located very far away from me?”, you asked ever so sweetly, making a vein in his temple throb.
“Let it go, Shinazugawa-san”, Shinobu was back, standing behind you, smiling gently at the fuming man in front of you.
He looked at the scissors in her hand and couldn’t hold back another laugh.
“Don’t bother, Kocho, I think that’s the right look for her. Now not only she acts like a man but looks like one, too”, a poisonous smile found its way to his lips.
And that’s what got you. Incredibly, absurdly, considering all the insults he was known to come up with. That one stang.
Was it because his words were so painfully similar to your father’s? Was it because, hearing it from him, made it a little more real? Sanemi didn’t lie. He was unpleasant, crude, aggressive, but he wasn’t a liar. So it just had to be real. And why did it bother you so much, that it was? Why did it bother you so bad, that he had noticed, too?
You got up abruply and he got defensive in the blink of an eye, bracing himself even if the wound Shinobu had stitched a few minutes before was giving him hell. You two were sparring partners, after all. Your style was so similar that, distaste for each other or not, it was easier to train together. Plus, it gave you a reason to kick him in the stomach at least once per session. Plus, it gave him a reason to be around you without being unreasonably pissed about it.
“Shinobu, I’ll be back in a moment”, you told her.
“I’ll be here”, she replied, not smiling anymore, her eyes one step away from shooting daggers at Sanemi. She instantly made a mental note to add a generous amount of the most bitter gentiana lutea to his next medicinal tea.
You didn’t look at him as you took a running jump, disappearing in an instant with one of your favorite destinations in mind: the roof.
The estate was just beautiful all around. Below, there was sweet chatter, flowers and good food. Above, there was peaceful silence, dark tiles the sun had warmed up nicely enough to make you want to lie down and close your eyes.
Which, you did. Your nichirin blade beside you as you pushed back some of the irregular strands that had fallen to your face and laid with your eyes shut, doing your best not to do something dumb and embarrassing and definitely very inappropriate like crying.
Alright, fine, you could allow a tear or two.
You angrily wiped them without opening your eyes, teeth gritted, left hand clenched into a fist that had your knuckles white, nails digging into your palm. It wasn’t Sanemi, it could’t be. You refused to give him such a power over you. It was just that you managed to hold it in for hours, not wanting to give your father the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It was easier to let go at the Butterfly Estate, anyway. Always had been. It was easier to be vulnerable, when surrounded by people who actually cared.
And by infuriating assholes too, apparently.
You held back a groan when you suddenly heard him beside you, appearing out of thin hair. He was getting better at being faster, soundless.
“Leave”, you grumbled, not bothering to open your eyes.
“Oi, the fuck’s the matter?”, his voice was just as harsh but he wasn’t having a blast anymore. You knew exactly what that rare inflection meant: he was serious. No teasing, no making fun, he was seriously asking you and was waiting for a serious response which, of course, seriously freaked you out because being vulnerable? In front of him, of all people? Yeah, nuh-uh.
“Nothing. Can you go?”
“This is my spot, you go”.
You scoffed, opening your eyes and sitting up in a second.
“Excuse me?”
Malicious grin was back on his lips as he shrugged.
“I like this roof and I often come up here. If someone needs to leave, it’s you”.
Your eyebrow twitched at the sheer absurdity of the conversation.
“God, what is it? Asshole day?”, you grumbled, grabbing your nichirin and gathering the strength to get up, go back to Shinobu, ask her to stab you with those scissors and call it a day.
“But if you wanna tell me what’s up”, he added, already sitting next to you (although at reasonable distance), eyes conveniently focused on the garden below, “I’ll listen”.
Maybe it was that he wasn’t looking at you, nor he seemed interested in focusing his attention on your face. Maybe it also was that you didn’t mind his kind yet still rough moments. He did have them, sometimes. When he thought that no one was around to see or hear. Not that he was good, at being kind, by any means.
You remembered laying in your futon, left arm broken, ribs crushed, eyes closed, trying your best to fall asleep. You had heard Naho cry over a broken bowl and a piece that had cut her hand. He was there, awake, barely standing after a particularly rough mission, bandages all over, yet not hesitating. Sure, the first thing he told her was to shut the fuck up, but when that only managed to make her cry harder, you heard his hushed voice.
Lemme see. It’s nothing, I’ll give you some of my bandages, alright? Just stop. See? All good now. Won’t even leave a scar, I’m an expert.
Much like back then, he was trying. And although he had been an insufferabe asshole, you appreciated the effort.
“My father cut it. With my sword”, you muttered, not looking at him either.
“Why?”
You sighed, breath shaky once again.
“He doesn’t appreciate what I do. Said if I want to be a man so badly, I might as well look like one”.
Sanemi turned to look at you, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
You returned his gaze with a sarcastic smile.
“Well, don’t you believe the same thing? I’m a man. Because I’m a slayer, according to my father. According to you, I’m not sure what it is. Is it that I don’t look like Mitsuri? Or that I don’t spend enough time with other girls? Is it my face? I know it wasn’t my hair. That’s why I liked it long”.
God, were you crying again? You just knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it.
But Sanemi was too taken aback, too astonished, too enraged. With your father, of course. It wouldn’t have made sense to be so intensely angry with… himself? And for what? A few tasteless jokes, some teasing, a provocative behavior you were tough enough to keep up with? Because you were. Tough enough, strong enough to always keep up with him. And it never really crossed his mind that you were less of a woman because of that. Yeah, he had said something dumb and absolutely false, but didn’the always? Didn’t you know?
“We live in a world haunted by demons and your father believes that the real issue is you holding a goddamn blade?”, he snapped.
You shrugged, wiping away some stubborn tears with the sleeve of your haori.
“Apparently, it’s not my place to fight. We have men for that. Don’t we always have men for everything?”, you muttered angrily.
“A woman who fights is no man. She’s just a woman, with a blade”.
Finally, you found it in yourself to look at him. He looked flustered, face red, fists closed. It was comforting, in some way, getting a reaction so similar to the one you had whenever your father opened his mouth.
“Not all women with a blade look like Mitsuri”, you said slowly.
He met your gaze, jaw clenched.
“They don’t have to”, he spat, “not all men with a blade look like me, either”.
Your laugh was so loud, so unexpected, that it surprised the both of you. It filled him with relief, his subconscious already hopeful that you had forgiven him for his reckless words.
“Right. Luckily, they usually look like Uzui instead”, you grinned and Sanemi furrowed his brows.
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, he’s not scary. Nice to be around. Should I go on?”
He snorted.
“He has three wives and flirts with anything that moves, is that your idea of nice?”
You smiled again, a little more sadly this time. Sanemi noticed and hated it. He hated every smile that failed to reach your eyes.
“I’ve met his wives. They’re kunoichi. I know he doesn’t think of them as men”, your laugh was bitter, in contrast with your previous one. He didn’t like that either.
“What, you’re worried you won’t find a man?”, there it was, the old, familiar, mocking tone. You welcomed it with a patient smile.
“Well, my father is quite scared something irreversible is going to happen eventually. A scar on my face, one of my legs being cut off, you know, the usual”.
Sanemi rolled his eyes.
“I’ve got plenty of scars and I’ve been with just enough women”.
Your frown was intentionally exaggerated.
“Gross. And you’re missing the point, Shinazugawa. Scars on men scream strong, scars on women scream weak and no one would ever want to marry that”.
He wasn’t sure how the conversation had shifted so suddenly over a subject so awkward but he was so caught up in the heat of the moment that he impulsively snapped, like he always did when he had no goddamn clue what to say.
“What a fucking headache you’re being. I’ll marry you, that’ll shut your asshole father up”.
Your eyes widened so suddenly that he would’ve found it amusing, hadn't he been too busy being paralyzed from the shock of his brain putting together the worst, most inappropriate sequence of words he could ever think of.
What the fuck.
You really wanted to laugh at how red his ears had become but you felt yourself blush as well.
What the fuck.
“Is that a threat?”, you muttered, lips distorted in an embarrassed smile.
Please take the hint. Please deflect.
“Get Kocho to fix that shit, you look ridiculous”, he spat, attention once again stubbornly focused on the garden.
You secured your sword to your belt and got up, stretching your arms above your head.
“Thank you”, words fell quickly out of your mouth as you jumped down, unable to look at him. Or to hide the alarming heat that had engulfed your whole face.
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muzanswaifu · 3 months ago
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Bullet headcanons of Sanemi taking his anger out on a reader? In the smutty wau of course
Nice ask 😏
Get ready to not walk tomorrow
Whether he's mad at others, himself, or you, you are the one that's gonna pay the price tonight and there is nothing you can do about it
Don't bother trying to look cute or getting dolled up, he's gonna rip you apart regardless and will get mad that you're trying to get in his way
The moment he steps through that door, you can tell something's up, more veins popping under his skin tha usual and his teeth clenched in a rage
You already know he doesn't want to talk it out or take a hot bath, he doesn't want to cuddle or deal with the problem, he just needs something to fuck his anger into
Actually I lied, there is something you can do - bend over and spread that cunt open for him, he'll be pleased that you know you're place and may take pity on your poor womb
He's a heavy dom in this situation - don't do anything he doesn't tell you to, he wants to be in charge at all times, and don't speak unless spoken to, your his bitch tonight and you need to be an obedient one at that
RIP your throat, bcuz he's pounding it, likes to hear your voice box squeak as he pushes into it and gets thrilled if you go limp and let him use your throat as he pleases, be a good little toy and swallow everything he gives you, be grateful
Do. Not. Get. Bratty. Don't tease him or crack a joke. If you submit and play nice for him, he'll give your kitty a nice lick before he wrecks your guts, given he'll work you up regardless so you don't break but don't make it a chore for him please - for your sake, he wants you to feel good too but you gotta deserve it
Spankings? Hell. Yes. Be a good girl and count for him if he asks you to, he wants your ass nice and red so he'll have a nice view when he's blowing your back out
After that bit of torture, he's ready to soothe his aching erection now, his cock hard since the moment he saw you and that clueless expression of yours, your body was his and he was gonna enjoy it
Hard, quick thrusts right off the bat, wants to come and come a lot, if u aren't foaming with his cum by the end of the night, he wouldn't be satisfied
Cry, sob, mewl, whine, whimper - he loves the sound of your pathetic pleads, he has so much power over you and wants you to know it, wants you to feel his cock hammering your cervix and forcing it to take his seed, your womb is his to impregnate
He marks all over your body all tongue and teeth, bite marks and bruises everywhere, you look like you were attacked by a pack of wolves and your flesh is sore and defeated, oh please complain about it, he wants to hear you suffer in pleasure
Don't you dare squirm or ask for more than what he's giving you, not that you would with how viciously he's carving his name into your cunt, every struggle earns you another bite mark
You don't cum until he gives you permission, beg him to allow you, tell him he owns you, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll consider it
He’ll give you a choice: overstimulation or edging, either you spend the rest of the night having orgasms ripped out of you until your brain is mush, or being denied release until he’s finished with you, either way you’ll be sobbing by the end of it
Once he’s finally done ravaging you, he lets you sleep, pulling you into his chest so tightly that you can hardly breathe
Don’t even think about getting up and cleaning yourself, you’re to stay put and rest with his cum stuffed inside of you and drying on your body until he tells you otherwise
Expect a content Sanemi tomorrow, clearly more relaxed and sated
hell treat you extra nice and delicately then, his wordless apology for being so rough with you the previous night
If you were in his position, you know he’d do the same for you :)
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adoriable · 3 months ago
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short stories!! with rengoku, sanemi, tengen and inosuke!!
sanemi, kyōjurō, tengen + inosuke
“ short stories ”
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I : shinazugawa sanemi
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Nineteen weeks. Four and a half months.
Every milestone. Be it major or petty, he remembered. The day you revealed you were with child, your morning sickness, hearing it’s first heartbeats.
Pre-fatherhood anxiety aside, he aimed to be prepared for his future bunch of four.. Tending towards five.
.. Six, at the most.
“ .. What? Think it’s too much? ” Sanemi made it an order: write everything down. He wanted the page overflowing; a record of your cravings, your feelings, your sexual desires, any patterns—and anything that had to do with the kid.
“ No.. i’m just happy you’re excited. ”
He kept tabs on it. He skimmed it daily for new comments. Time and time again, there really wasn’t shit worth mentioning. He was never disappointed, though.
But, occasionally.
Occasionally, he’d be welcomed to a small change; a little bombshell on page. That day, the day he went to Ginza, you couldn’t wait for him to come back home.
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“ You felt it kick? While I was out? Fuck— ” The door to your room slid open, 2 minutes after he arrived. Sanemi kneeled, placing his calloused hands on your stomach.
“ Tch.. I’ve been here all day, and the kid decides to do somethin’ when I leave.. How’d it feel? ” Annoyed as he seemed, he was far from it. His touch radiated love, pure excitement in the flesh. He wrapped an arm around his unborn, and looked to you for a response.
“ It felt weird.. I was laying down, and I felt my stomach move, like I just ate something. But then, I saw it move too. ”
“ .. I see.. well? Don’t act all fuckin’ shy now, show daddy what you can do. ” He circled his hands, pressing for the slightest sign of his child’s life, with no prevail.
5 minutes passed.. Nothing.
“ .. I don’t know if that’ll work, Sanemi. ”
“ I’m not stopping ‘til I feel something. You hear that? Your dad’s not giving up that easily. ” His lips pecked your bump, leaving a trail from one side to the next. You rose a hand, brushing his scalp in the same, gentle manner.
For a moment, Sanemi closed his eyes.
He succumbed to you. He reveled in the feeling of you. He could fall asleep, right here; the most comfortable spot in the entire fucking room. He held you like a precious jewel, and pressed his cheek to your navel.
Three.. Four.. Five.. He could hear it. With his enhanced sense of sound, he could hear it: the tiny heartbeats from inside. His baby was in there.
“ Lucky you—gettin’ to sleep all day in there. Must be nice, huh? ” It wasn’t unusual for Sanemi to talk to it. He kept it company. Sometimes, when you slept, he’d whisper embarrassing secrets about you to your baby.
“ You must be tired of me already.. You’re not even here yet, and I never leave you the hell alone. ” He chuckled at his own thought. He waited. And waited.
“ .. Come on, babygirl, give me someth— ” At that second, Sanemi felt a strong kick to his face. The look of shock on his face soon turned into a shit-eating grin.
“ Nemi? Are you okay? Did you feel it? ”
“ Yeah.. Yeah, I felt it, alright. She’s gonna be a damn strong girl. ”
“ Girl? How do you know? ”
“ .. I’ve just got a feeling. ” Sanemi closed his eyes. One after the other, the kid kicked and rustled around. His face was the bearer, but he didn’t mind. It was a dream come true.
He just held on tighter, enjoying his daughter’s first kicks.
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I I : rengoku kyōjurō
« -〚 the taste of love 〛- »
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“ How are you enjoying the food, [name]? Would you like some more? ”
You dipped your spoon into the wooden bowl; hot to the touch and loaded with a pint of miso soup.
With less than half left, Kyōjurō sprung out another bowl. He plunged a ladle in the pot and poured out a cup, setting it in front of the empty chair beside you. His haori was draped over it.
“ Yes, please. Your cooking is getting better everyday, huh? You must be practicing a lot. ” He took your bowl, his handsome, hearty laugh chiming throughout the kitchen.
“ With a talented brother like Senjurō, my culinary skills have been improving with short time! But, I still have a ways to go. ” Kyōjurō swept around the table, placing the soup before you. He pulled his chair closer. He sat close—so close, your knees touched. You got used to the proximity.
Unhinging his chopsticks, he swirled his soup around, and picked up a piece of tofu.
“ But, why do you suddenly want to learn how to cook so well? Isn’t Senjurō’s cooking enough— ”
“ Umai! ” Everytime. You expected it everytime. Nevertheless, it always made you jump. He smiled and gulped down another piece, before looking your way.
“ Senjurō’s cooking is fantastic, I won’t disagree with that! But, I’d like to learn how to make such fantastic meals, too.. ” Kyōjurō watched as you pressed the bowl to your lips, chugging down as much as you could in one go.
That look of pure happiness and satisfaction on your face filled him more than any meal could ever.
“ .. I want to cook delicious food for you. As often as I can! ” He picked up a napkin, folding the corners in half,
“ Some don’t have the pleasure of having someone else prepare food for them. It’s really a great feeling, on both ends. Cooking for someone, being cooked for. ” With his hand, Kyōjurō cupped your cheek and rubbed the napkin against the mess on your face. His thumb grazed your skin. He tilted your head up. He set his eyes upon yours.
“ I’d like to share that feeling with you. ”
The look of hope and desire, fused into one. He spoke nothing more, letting his lips pin against yours.
..It was quite odd. After a moments of intimate kisses, his tongue slowly lapped the bottom of your lip. He pulled off of you, red and howling with pure joy.
“ Delicious! You taste of miso! ”
“ Oh, Kyōjurō.. ”
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I I I : uzui tengen
« -〚 inn the night 〛- »
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“ .. W-Well.. We don’t normally do this so suddenly.. No, I suppose we can spare just.. one room.. ”
Brazen. Unapologetically unashamed. Young and freshly painted nakai edged at the hag’s rear, snatching the chance to spectate from the room prior.
One came, then left. Two came, one left. Three, then five—as fast as their loosening sashes, hints of their heavy breasts appeared before Tengen’s eye. On cue, an average-looking kid cropped up behind the counter.
“ M-Mother, we can’t! They’re demon slayers! Remember what— ”
“ That’s wonderful! Roh-fujin, you have my thanks. My spouses and I will be gone in the morning. Sorry for the trouble. ” He side-eyed the brat in a minor stare-off. The poor, plain stupid woman simpered in a trance—she trembled in awe and appeal before Tengen, fanning her face and blushing red.
Unapologetically unashamed.
In the corner of your eye, Suma’s cheeks puffed like a pufferfish, like-wise staring at the hag. She clung to an arm of Tengen’s, hiding her pout behind his muscle.
“ Oh.. it’s no trouble at all! Ah, Y-Yua! Hurry and show this.. handsome man and his.. spouses, to their room! A-And prepare a feast for him! ”
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“ Just as I thought: those scum completely slandered us! They gave us a bad rep—that’s why no one wants to take us in! ” Your heads followed, bouncing and bobbling left to right. His stomps sent a rush of tremors through Suma and you. Suma took to her delicate feet.
“ Yes! That’s what they did, Tengen-sama! After all we did for them, they’re just a bunch of meanies! Makio-san and Hinatsuru-san won’t believe this! ” Tengen stopped in his tracks, blowing tobacco through his mouth. The veins in his hands bulged as he pumped his fist to the ceiling.
“ I swear on my family name, when we finish this mission, those damn con-artists are gonna pay! Plain and damn simple! ”
“ Yeah, yeah! ” She cheered him on, mimicking his fist pumps.
“ Tengen-sama, Suma—please, sit down already. You’re both making too much noise! What’ll we do if we get kicked out of here? ”
His uniform was discarded, replaced with an un-flashy, dull kimono that hardly tucked his calves. Suma and you wore blue kimonos, her bosom plunging through the gaps, per usual. He turned, striding near the open window.
“ .. This drabby kimono hardly fits.. Do men not come to this inn? What a waste. ”
“ Everything’s bothering you tonight, Tengen-sama. Not everyone is as big as you. ”
Tengen set the pipe between his lips. He took a drag, gusting out a bar of smoke that dispersed outside, before setting the kiseru down and trampling towards the futon. All the while, his angry guise prevailed.
“ Oh! I know! Let’s play a quick game! That’ll brighten our moods! ” Itching upwards, Suma snuggled her way between you two. She took a second to think, before the little flashbulb sparked with an idea.
“ Rock-paper-scissors! Tengen-sama, you and I will go first! ” Suma held her fist Tengen’s way. As patient as waiting for a bud to blossom, she waited quietly as Tengen sighed. He put his larger fist up to hers, and they began.
“ .. Rock-paper-scissors— ”
“ Shoot! I win! Yay! Hehe, did you see [name]-san? ” She smiled at you. You smiled back. Tengen smiled at the two of you, laughing along. He propped his back against the wall, watching Suma wrap her arms around you.
His beloveds. The pride—the love he held for the four of you swelled his heart. It coursed through him like a bullet. It pumped through his blood like nicotine. You kept him going.
But, you witnessed the trick; he read Suma’s movements and lost—purposefully. In your direction, Tengen winked, before Suma turned around.
“ That’s right, you win. Nicely done, Suma. ”
“ Yes! Now, you have to treat me and [name]-san to udon! 20 bowels! ”
“ .. Huh? H-Holdon, this isn’t truth or dare—a simple game of rock-paper-scissors doesn’t come with penalties! You don’t even eat that much—Hey! ”
“ Suma! ” You jolted. Suma leapt into Tengen’s arms, pulling you along.
His body was hard and trained as steel. Yet his prescience was warm and familiar. The inn komono already smelt of him. Suma and you fell deeper into his body. And he cradled you both to his chest, and kissed the tops of your heads.
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I V : hashibira inosuke
« -〚 the best bite 〛- »
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“ Huh?.. what’s with him? ”
Gossip was plenty ‘mongst high-class, boring folk.
Inosuke digested that much from a taste of Asakusa—a district at close quarters with the Mansion. He heard it all: Money. Fashion. Revenge, sex, politics, etcetera. Cities cursed countrysiders’ ears.
Tanjirō lied close, Inosuke’s anxious clutch keeping him near. A basket dammed with ingredients, the two were finally ready to break camp—and quick.
“ Here! take this one too. ” But a pair on a bench jerked him to a stop. Tanjirō flung back, his haori in his friend’s fist. Produce hit the ground as Inosuke spectated.
The guy held his chopsticks, containing katsu, to the woman’s lips. His katsu.
“ Huh?.. What’s with him? The meat’s the best part, why’d he give it up! Is he a moron? Or did it go bad? ”
“ No, Inosuke— ” Tanjirō gathered the fallen goods. Inosuke stood as a child watching his parent,
“ Sometimes, people give things out of the kindness in their hearts! Just because they want to share what they have with someone they love deeply. ”
“ Love.. ” Under the mask, Inosuke huffed and puffed.
Unbearable—love.
What the hell was it with this guy and love. Meat was so much better than love.
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“ Oh—[name], would you like some of my potatoes? I have extra. ” Inosuke’s eyes shot to the kid next to him. Zenitsu rose, reaching over him to hand you a portion.
You lit up, from just a damn potato.. There was something that pissed him off about it. He popped the lid to his box, attempting to ignore you both.
“ You’re so sweet Zenitsu. thanks. ”
“ R-Really! I-It’s nothing! Hehe.. ” Gross.. Where the hell had he witnessed this scene before..
Right—the old guy, on the bench from earlier. That woman smiled, like she won a battle or something—like she got the biggest prize, or something. Inosuke looked over.
You had that same grin. Zenitsu sharing his potatoes with you, made you smile.. Damn twerp. He could do that, too!
“ Hey—[name]: Here! ” Zenitsu gagged on his rice, choking on a few grains. Inosuke poked a proud piece of karaage your way—basically, in your face.
“ This beats those dumb potatoes! Meat’s way better! Here, take it! ” Tanjirō scooped a spoonful of his food, smiling at your interaction. You drew open your mouth and Inosuke shoved it in, watching you chew in petty triumph.
“ Seriously!? You jealous pig! ”
“ Mm.. Inosuke, thanks, you’re being so nice today! ” Your hand tapped his out of gratitude. Inosuke watched you turn back to eating, feeling a rush of heat to his face.
“ .. It.. It’s nothing..! ” He quickly turned, hiding his face and mumbling, before scarfing down some rice.
His stomach felt weird.. Warm, and fuzzy, like he just ate one of those soft, red fruits.. His heart raced, like he just ran 10 miles. It was a sudden boost of stamina.
He felt as light as a feather. In this moment, he could do anything. He could fight a damn bear. He felt he could conquer the whole damn world.
Sharing was.. alright.
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xxsabitoxx · 3 months ago
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Play Pretend
“You’ll pose as a newlywed couple”
{Sanemi x Fem!Reader}
Warnings: oral sex, “drugged” sex, semi-public sex, honestly it’s kinda tame
A/N: I forgot I was writing this, tbh I thought I already finished it. So when I realized it wasn’t finished and it hadn’t been posted anywhere? Whew.
Word Count: 12.6k — sheesh.
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“Fucking loser.” You stood over Sanemi who was laying flat against the ground. Your wooden training blade was pointed at his neck, his chest heaving as he glared at you. “You’re a fucking cheater.” You rolled your eyes, the hand you were about to give to help him up instantly retracted. “And you are an ass.”
You turned away from him, twirling your blade around and waiting for his next attack. You two had been going at this for three hours now. Kagaya had summoned the two of you, likely to assign a mission. Which was something neither you nor Sanemi understood as to why it couldn’t be sent through crows.
You smirked as he launched towards you, you looked up at him and winked before disappearing. Sanemi was by far a lot stronger than you, but you were quicker. You reappeared as he landed, laughing as his head whipped towards you. Your game of cat and mouse continued for forty more minutes until a crow’s appearance announced Kagaya was ready for the two of you.
“Finally.” You landed again, walking off towards the designated meeting spot. Behind you Sanemi was mumbling about how you cheated yet again. “If you keep saying I’ll trip you right as we arrive.” You looked back at the white haired man, finding it comical the way his scars pointed upwards due to the annoyed look on his face. “Shut up.”
“What a gentleman!” You began walking up the steps, about to walk through the doorway but decided to wait for Sanemi to join you. “Trip me and I’ll kill you.” His voice was a hushed whisper as he passed you, you forced your smirk off your face as you joined him.
“My children, good afternoon.” You and Sanemi both bowed, greeting Kagaya before kneeling before him. “I’m sure both of you are wondering why you’ve been called here.” Kagaya smiled before continuing. “I have a mission for the both of you, but it’s instructions are too much to communicate through crow. I figured it would be better for the both of you to begin your travel from the same starting point.”
“There is a village south of this estate that is being terrorized by an unknown being. After sending a few of the kanoe we have determined it is a demon, but this demon is only targeting specific people.”
“Who are they targeting?” Your felt nervous butterflies flutter around your stomach. “It seems they are targeting married couples.” Those butterflies died in your stomach, dread filling the space instead.
“I’m guessing you want Shinazugawa-San and I to act like a married couple and try to become the next targets?” You noticed Sanemi glare at you out of the corner of his eye, he wasn’t fond of people interrupting Kagaya.
“Precisely my dear y/n. You and Sanemi will be posing as a newlywed couple.” You glanced over a Sanemi, his expression unreadable but you were certain you would hear an earful after.
“The village is only a few hours walk. Ideally I would like the both of you to forgo the normal uniform and instead wear the close we have prepared for you. Y/n, my wife will be waiting to do your hair and makeup.”
Your eyebrows raised at makeup. “I’m looking for the two of you to act as if you were only married a few hours ago. This village is often a spot where newlyweds go to relax and enjoy their first night as a couple.”
Your cheeks reddened at the implications, this time you trained your eyes on the floor, not daring to look over at Sanemi.
“Understood.” Sanemi spoke for the both of you. “Thank you, be careful, both of you. And please be wary of sending crows, we don’t want any sort of implications of what you are truly there for.”
You both remained kneeling until Kagaya was gone from the room. Slowly you both stood. “Well Shinazugawa-San, I guess we have to start referring to each other by our first names.”
“Well y/n, I guess we do.” At the use of your first name, blush burned bright along your cheeks and ears. He began laughing, turning to walk back out the door and go get changed as Kagaya instructed.
Thirty minutes later your hair was done up in a bun, a few strands hanging to frame your face. Amane, Kagaya’s wife, added a few pieces of silver accessories to the bun and a wisteria flower wrapped delicately around it.
She dusted your cheeks with a soft blush made from crushed rose petals and added some oil to it to paint across your lips. She had used some charcoal to line your eyes, you gasped when she handed you the mirror. “Oh my…Amane-Sama… please do my hair and makeup when I actually get married one day.”
She smiled brightly at you, “you will look beautiful as a bride one day y/n.” Your jaw dropped as she pulled out the Hikifurisode kimono. “You two will already be married when you arrive, this kimono shows you were just married, but it’s not the same as the pure white kimono worn during the ceremony.”
The hikifurisode was all black with purple, white and blue flowers decorating the sleeves and back. Amane helped you dress, a light purple obi was tied around your torso, silver obi-jime and obi-age accompanying it.
You stood in front of the mirror and stared at yourself in awe, you felt beautiful. With a sigh you spoke “if only I were actually getting married.” Amane chuckled, “I’m sure it will happen soon dear. Head to the gates of the estate, he should be waiting for you… good luck.”
You bowed deep, thanking Amane profusely for all her hard work. You were surprised at how easy it was to move around in the hikifurisode, you suppress a smile as you think of what the other Hashira would say.
You are pulled from your thoughts when your eyes land on Sanemi. He wore a black kimono, paired with a light blue hakama. One that matched the blue flowers on your hikifurisode. His hair was slicked back, quite the contrast from his normal wild hairstyle. His scars were in full view, you both stared at each other in silence, not even trying to hide the way you were eyeing each other from head to toe.
“Well Sanemi, you clean up nice.” It was meant to be snarky, but your voice came out strained. Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red as he smirked. “Not half bad yourself my love.”
My love?
Noticing your shocked expression he smirked, “What, we are newlyweds, I have to have a pet name for you, no?”
He was enjoying the way you squirmed under his stare. “We haven’t even left for the village yet, there is no need.” He smiled, slinging a bag over his shoulder. He had both your blade and his attached to his waist. “Whatever you say my love.”
You saw his shoulders shake as he laughed, a blush blossoming across your face once again. You wanted to make him feel as flustered as you did. You began walking, catching up to him before speaking. “I wonder if the demon is just targeting one half of the couple. If it’s a female demon I’m certain it would be going after the groom. But if it’s a male demon…surely it’s going after the bride? Don’t you think, baby?”
You tried your best to keep a straight face, noticing the way Sanemi nearly tripped, eyes widening as he shot you a look. You stared up at him with wide innocent eyes, waiting for him to make a comment. Instead he brushed it off “or it’s a demon that is hungry, so it’s going after both.”
“We’ll have to do a bit of talking before finding an inn to stay at. We don’t know how long this will take.” You toyed with the sleeve of your hikifurisode, smiling as the embroidery reflected the sunlight. “I wonder where they got these for us… you don’t think it was theirs right? Oh my…if they gave us their actual wedding attire…” you didn’t want to get it dirty.
“I doubt they’d give something so important to you.” You scoffed at him. “You’re one to talk, always walking around with your chest out, attention whore.” Sanemi’s mouth actually opened in surprise at that, a laugh bubbling out after.
“That’s my girl.” Your heart skipped a beat. Why did your heart skip a beat? You shook your head, what the hell was happening?
It was close to evening when you and Sanemi arrived at the village. You would have gotten there a lot sooner if you were in your normal uniforms. Since you were in such formal clothing, you had to walk the entire way. At some points Sanemi had to help you across certain points so you didn’t get the dress dirty.
“We need to find a place to stay for the night my dear.” Every conversation you two had involved some sort of cheesy pet name. “Of course, we’ve had a long day. We need some rest.” It’s not like the demon was listening, yet you still remained in character.
Some people gawked as the two of you passed, you could only imagine how you looked. Your hikifurisode screamed wealth, you looked breathtaking there was no denying that. Paired with Sanemi, a tall, broad man covered in scars, you were a spectacle.
“Maybe one of us should have dyed our hair or something.” You whisper as you pass a group of older women huddled together, not so subtly talking about the two of you. “Eh, let them talk.” You snorted “you really are an attention whore.”
Sanemi smirked, walking through the doorway of an inn that was advertising vacancy. It was lit with a few lanterns inside, a bit dusty, but cozy. Behind the desk was an older man. “Ah welcome lovebirds! Congratulations.”
Sanemi spoke for the both of you. “Thank you! As you could guess, we are looking for a place to stay.” The older man smiled, pulling out a ratty looking notebook. “Could I get your names?” It was typical for people who checked into inns in this town to stay for a while, most of the landlords like to keep track of who was who out of courtesy.
You shot Sanemi a look, was it a wise choice to use your real names? He seemed to think it was safe enough, “Shinazugawa.” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Lovely to meet the two of you. We do have a room available, how long are you thinking of staying?”
You walked up to link your arm with Sanemi, resting your head slightly against his shoulder. “We want to spend as much alone time together as possible, ideally a week at minimum… unless that's too much?” You looked up at Sanemi, wide innocent eyes staring up at him. You felt him shudder, a crimson blush covering your cheeks at that.
“Ah I see…” the man chuckled, taking the hint. “You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like. It’s 3000 yen a night. But I’ll make you a deal, 1500 yen a night since you will be staying with us for a fairly long time.”
You smiled, jumping excitedly. “Thank you so much!” You bowed deeply, Sanemi following you. You watched Sanemi place the money on the desk, the man handing him a key in return. “You’ll be in room 14 on the second floor. Have fun!” You and Sanemi both blushed at that, thanking him once more before heading up towards your room.
“It’s all for show…” you mumbled, glancing over at Sanemi who still had a rosy blush on his cheeks. Was this really affecting him as much as it was affecting you? “Why are you looking at me like that?” You turned back to focus on the stairs as you walked, Sanemi was still waiting for your answer.
“I’ve never seen you blush Sanemi.” You walked down the hall, eyes scanning the doors for the number 14. “It’s an odd situation, I blush when nervous.” The sudden revelation seemed rather intimate to you. “You’re nervous?” You paused in front of the room’s door, Sanemi slotting the key into the lock and pushing it open.
“Aren’t you?” He went in first, scanning the room to make sure no one was hiding it in. “Not really…more so flustered than anything… it’s kind of odd.” It dawned on you in that moment that you were having a normal conversation. No name calling, no sly remarks, no teasing. A casual conversation. Your heart picked up in pace.
“It’s weird how close we have to act, quite the opposite from our usual dynamic.” He laughed at that, sliding the door open to reveal a small bathroom. “There has to be some sort of catch, no way we got this so cheap.” You peaked into the bathroom while Sanemi checked under the bed.
Ah yes…the bed. The one you two would have to be sharing over however many days you’d be here. “They are one of the only vacant Inns as well…maybe just desperate for money?” Sanemi dropped the bag with your uniforms off to the side.
“Either that or they are watching us from some sort of hole in the wall…” Sanemi laughed at that, falling back against the bed. “Probably some old pervert hoping to watch couples on their wedding night.”
You wandered towards the bed yourself, sitting beside Sanemi. “It would be nice if this wasn’t a mission, actually being able to relax would be such a relief.” You fiddled with the sleeve again, something about this whole situation was putting you in a weird mindset.
“Are you saying you’d like to bed me?” Your eyes flew open, looking at Sanemi with a look of horror. He began laughing at that, tears forming in his eyes as his laugh turned silent. “You are such an ass!” You slapped his stomach, making him jolt as he tried to catch his breath.
“You are so easy to tease y/n.” He was smiling genuinely at you, a sight that made your heart skip a beat. Was he always this handsome? You shook your head, what was with all of these emotions?
Little did you know, Sanemi’s eyes were trained on your face. He felt warm and fuzzy looking at you, this damn mission was already messing with his head. Truthfully he stopped breathing when he first saw you, he’d never seen a woman so beautiful. He was taking this a little too literally, for some reason he couldn’t convince himself of anything different.
You were his wife. That thought kept running around his head, no matter how much he knew this wasn’t real, he couldn’t stop thinking about…what if it was? What if he really did take you as his wife? He closed his eyes, cheeks burning bright as he was in disbelief with himself.
There was something about you that matched him so well, you kept up with him, gave him his own shit right back, you were the only one who could truly tolerate him. “We should take a walk, try and see if we can’t get any information.”
His eyes opened slowly, you were looking at him with an odd look. “What is it?” You tilted your head, hand reaching out to touch his forehead. “That blush on your cheeks is so consistent I was worried you got a fever.” There was a sly smirk on your face, one that brought him back to reality as he laughed and rolled his eyes.
You two left your room, only Sanemi had his sword attached to his hip. It was something you protested but he said it would be too odd for you to be carrying one. “I think the best place to start would be around the center of the village. I believe there are a handful of shops and food stands.” This village was also known for its hot springs, but those were a little further away.
You and Sanemi headed off, people eyeing you as you walked by. You began laughing, Sanemi raising his eyebrow at you. “Do we really look that strange?” You smiled at one of the couples walking by, their expression of awe turned to embarrassment as they quickly bowed to you. “I’m not sure, but we must stick out for some reason.”
“Maybe it’s the scars on your face? We are also dressed in very very fine robes.” He sighed, turning the corner towards the marketplace at the center of town. “It doesn’t help that you are extremely beautiful.” The compliment nearly made you trip over your own two feet.
“My my! Young lady, could I interest you in some tea?” Your head turned towards the voice, a woman stood next to a small cart, she couldn’t have been much older than you. “Oh! Just passing through, thank you though.” You didn’t like the energy she was giving off, something about her seemed strange. Sanemi has stopped walking a few feet ahead, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Are you sure? It’s one of my best sellers. People around here love it.” She was insistent on the tea, hand outstretched waiting for you to take the small bag. “No really, I appreciate it but I’m not one for tea.” She seemed a little annoyed by that, quickly covering it with a smile. “It’s on the house, try it, no harm in trying it when it’s free right?”
You glanced over at Sanemi, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, you took the bag from her. “You are too kind, miss, thank you.” You bowed to her, walking away before she could say another word. “That was odd.” You eyed the bag with unease. “When we get back to the room you’ll have to look through it, you are good with those things aren’t you?” Sanemi’s nose scrunched.
You helped Shinobu all the time with herbs for medicines, you’d be able to pick apart some of the ingredients so long as they were big enough. “Yeah, I should be able to.” Sanemi walked up to a fruit stand, an older man sitting by its side.
You kept your distance, eyeing one of the jewelry carts as Sanemi spoke. This whole village center was nothing but a tourist attraction. Couples crowded around different stands and carts, overpaying for items that were most likely knock offs. It’s the thought that counts though, right?
“Everyone in this village just seems off.” You turned to Sanemi, he looked just as disturbed as you did. “That old man had no idea what I was saying, he fell asleep mid conversation.” You glanced over his shoulder, sure enough the man was slumped against his cart.
“I don’t think we are going to get any information from these people. Let’s…let’s go back to the inn. I have a weird feeling about this tea.” You and Sanemi headed back the way you came, passing the woman and her tea stand as she sold some to three couples that had stopped by.
She looked up at you as you passed, winking. You turned your head quickly, grabbing Sanemi's sleeve and holding it tight. Despite the situation, Sanemi felt a warmth blossom in his chest knowing you were holding on to him for protection. You on the other hand were scared the man in front of you was going to disappear, this village had you feeling extremely unsettled.
You made it back to the inn, the sun was beginning its descent behind the mountains. As you walked through the entrance there was a couple checking into the inn as well. “Room 16…” was all you heard as you and Sanemi hurried past.
“Light a lantern and close the windows…” you walked towards a small table that was meant for you to share meals, kneeling down you opened the bag. “Actually Sanemi… crack the window a bit.” He did as you asked, locking the door to your room before joining you on the opposite side of the table.
You pulled the contents out carefully, hands shaking slightly as if you were dealing with a lethal poison. “We can assume this isn’t anything that can kill, but I’m assuming this may be something to impair the victim… maybe a narcotic…or something that makes you drowsy…”
Your voice was a hushed whisper, your mind racing as you thought about the odd behavior of those around you. You and Sanemi froze as footsteps passed your door. “Must be the couple who are going to room 16.” You glanced at Sanemi, “I need you to step away, if it’s something that can affect the victim by being inhaled we will need one of us to be coherent enough to help the other.”
Sanemi remained silent, going to sit on the bed across the room. You picked up one of the tea bags, pulling open the top. You dumped the contents on the table, eyes narrowing as you studied the contents in front of you. “Petals…flower petals?” You shifted through the ground contents, there were larger pieces spread through it.
“Petals?” You nodded at Sanemi’s question. The petals and dust itself were a deep blue. “I…I know this smell. But I can’t remember what flower this is…I’ve seen it before.” You sat for a moment, trying to figure out why you knew this flower. Then it hit you, a conversation you had with Shinobu a few months back.
“Blue tea! Butterfly pea tea…Shinobu and I tried it a few months ago because a merchant from India was selling the flowers when we were on a mission down south.” You looked at Sanemi who was staring back at you with a confused look.
“What the hell does that mean?” You sighed, picking up a petal and crushing it. “The flower itself goes by many names, the most popular being Asian Pigeonwings. But due to the flower's shape and appearance it’s known as the clitoria ternatea. However, it’s main use is for healthier skin and hair, it’s supposed to slow down your skin’s aging process…”
“So that’s it? It’s just to make you look more youthful?” Sanemi chuckled, after all it would make sense for it to be a bestseller, young brides wanting to keep their youthful looks for their new husbands…
“There has to be some sort of catch, Sanemi…she was strange, there has to be something else going on with this tea…there is only one way to find out…” you locked eyes with him, dread immediately filling him. “Don’t tell me you are going to drink it.”
“I think…it’s the only option we have.” You stood, moving towards the door to go down stairs and ask for some hot water. Sanemi was about to protest but you were already out the door. You returned ten minutes later, a steaming cup of water in your hands.
“Listen to me okay?” You kneeled down again, reaching into the bag and grabbing the second teabag that you didn’t rip open. “There are a handful of things that may occur, Sanemi.” You placed the bag in the hot water.
“First, nothing happened. It truly is just some butterfly pea tea, and that woman selling it is just strange.” Sanemi shifted on the bed, he had an unreadable expression.
“Second, this tea makes me disoriented. It could mimic the symptoms of being drunk. Dizzy, slurred speech, fatigue, nausea, etc. if that's the case, I need you to monitor when it starts and when it ends.”
He wasn’t saying a word but you could tell his mind was racing, a million thoughts flowing through his mind. “Third, this kills me.” His whole body tensed at that, his grip on the bed sheets tightening significantly. “But it’s highly unlikely, demon’s enjoy taunting their prey before killing them, why would they want their fun to happen before they even arrived.”
Sanemi didn’t like where this was going. “I don’t think you should do this y/n.” You sighed, lifting the cup up and sniffing it. “This is where we need to start Sanemi. If the tea actually affects me in any way, we know where to start in order to locate the demon.” He was about to protest but you put the cup to your lips and took a large sip. The water was hot and it nearly burnt your tongue. You weren’t trying to savor the taste, swallowing quickly and grimacing as the hot liquid slid down your throat.
“I’m not going to drink the full thing…just about half. If nothing happens within the next thirty minutes, I’ll drink the rest.” You drank the half like you said before settling down on the ground. “Well?” You shook your head at Sanemi, “Nothing yet. But these things take time.”
You stood up, pacing the room as you tried to think of possible outcomes. Sanemi’s eyes were trained on you, you could sense his tension. “What if it’s a drink that only affects one half of the pair?” Sanemi’s eyes locked with yours, “are you saying you want me to try it as well?”
You shook your head, “give it a few more minutes to take its effect on me…if not… you may have to as well.” There were too many possible outcomes, you started to feel like your brain was melting.
That's when it hit you.
You felt hot all of a sudden, like suffocatingly hot. You stumbled slightly, Sanemi was standing in an instant. “What is it?” Your vision felt blurry, hands clammy as you started pulling at the collar of your hikifurisode. His hands were on your waist for support, you felt hot…so hot.
He was way too close, his hands on your waist making you shudder as you couldn’t figure out if you wanted to pull away or get closer. “Sanemi. I…fuck…so hot.” You pulled the collar open more, exposing some of your collarbone. Sanemi’s grip tightened and you bit back a groan.
Oh…oh.
“Shit. Sanemi I know…I know what this is…” you didn’t want to, but you pulled away from his touch, falling towards the bed. “Y/n? What the fuck…your cheeks are flushed…what are you…” you pulled your arms out of your sleeves, the hikifurisode was now hugging and hiding your breasts. A bit of cleavage poked through the top, but the rest of your chest and shoulders were bare and exposed to Sanemi’s eyes.
“It’s…a fucking aphrodisiac.” Your mind ran through the possible ingredients that could have sparked this, you assumed red ginseng was the likely ingredient. But this outcome…was intense. You didn’t get a chance to think about it much longer, panting as the overwhelming desire to touch the man in front of you fully took over your mind.
“You got to be fucking kidding me.” Sanemi cursed under his breath, “I know you said I needed to be the responsible one and all…but…” you looked up at Sanemi, watching with wide eyes as he downed the other half of the tea left in your cup. “Might as well make this a fun night huh?” You began laughing, you wouldn't believe what was happening. You were on a mission for fuck sake.
“You…you really are a pain in the fucking ass Sanemi.” You buried your face in the mattress, trying to ignore the throb from between your thighs. “Don’t act like you don’t want it.” You lifted your head at the feeling of weight being added to the bed. You looked over at Sanemi with glossy eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you did want it, even before the tea you wanted it.
“This has to be…the most irresponsible…” Sanemi cut you off with a laugh, “I know, it’s dumb, we are on a fucking mission. However, I’d be damned if I didn’t fuck you while we are here, truly I don’t think I’ve been able to focus all day.” His words sent heat pooling between your legs, the throbbing becoming too much to bear.
“Fuck.” You sat up on your legs, Sanemi watching you intently as you began fumbling with the strings of your hikifurisode. “If I don’t get this fucking thing off in the next ten seconds I’m going to explode.” You struggled with the strings, stopping when Sanemi replaced your hands with his own, gently and quickly pulling the knots apart and allowing it to fall away.
You felt relief as you pushed the clothing off you, your entire torso revealed; save for the band keeping your breasts together, one that Amane offered to go with the hikifurisode. Something you found rather ridiculous at the time, but with the way Sanemi was looking at you…you mentally thanked Amane.
“Well?” You stared at him, was he going to make the first move? He was sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly contemplating the same thing. After another throb between your thighs you decided you couldn’t wait any longer. Hands reaching out and pulling the man towards you as you crashed your lips together.
You groaned when his hands found your waist again, pulling you into his lap. It was awkward at first, trying to straddle his hips while moving the hikifurisode up your legs enough to allow it. But after a moment you finally settled on his lap, knees pressing into his hips as your hands came up to cup his face.
You felt too needy to realize exactly what was happening, all you could think about was how good his hands felt on you. You wiggled your hips slowly, grinding yourself against his groin, smiling into the kiss when you felt him twitch. “Feeling it quicker than I did?” You pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
“Shut up.” He pulled you back, hands cupping your face instead so you wouldn’t pull away from him again. His tongue gliding across your bottom lip made you want to explode, your fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulder. You couldn’t begin to imagine how he’d be when the aphrodisiac kicked in.
You opened your mouth for him, far too needy to even tease him at this point. You gasped into his mouth as he fell back against the mattress, leaving you to straddle him. His fingers carefully undid any other tie you had, helping you push the clothing off until you were in nothing but your undergarments.
You thought shedding the layers would help with the heat, it didn’t. “Take these off please…” you whined as you pulled away, staring down at the man before you as if he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Sanemi on the other hand was absolutely breathless, his hands coming up to hold your thighs.
“Help me, if you want to see my naked so badly.” Seems the tea still hadn’t hit him yet…somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if it would. You began undoing the ties to his kimono, helping him shoulder off the black garments before throwing them off to the side as you did with your own robes.
Scars littered his entire body. You figured they would, but seeming them all for yourself was a bit daunting. “How did you…even get all these?” Not only his chest and stomach, but his arms, hips, thighs, even down to his calves. “Reckless fitting with no concern for my own well-being. There is a time and place for these questions, and it’s not right now.”
His hands slid from your thighs to your ass, squeezing the flesh harshly and forcing you back down on him. He wanted to be on top, but seeing you so needy on top of him was holding him back a bit. Your hand was beginning to fall out of your bun, strands dangling down and tickling his cheeks as you began to kiss up his jaw.
His fingers sunk under the waistband of the material on your ass, he was desperate to see you completely naked. You bit harshly just under his earlobe, earning a low groan from the man beneath you. You wanted to cover every inch of his scarred skin with your own marks. Each rock of your hips against his hard-on made you shiver, you could feel your own arousal cling to you.
“This damn…tea is going to make things messy.” You whined, burying your face in his neck and inhaling his scent. You jolted slightly when the waistband of your underwear snapped back on your skin, your hand reached down to meet Sanemi’s. You began pulling the garment off, urging him to help you.
“I don’t mind.” He flipped you off him, settling himself between your legs as he pulled the garment off you. “Sheesh…” he looked down at your bare cunt, you weren’t kidding when you said it would be messy. “I don’t think Ieven have to—“ you cut him off with a smack to the arm. “Shut up! Just…fuck…”
You hid your face, even through the lust haze in your head you felt embarrassed at how aroused you were. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He was pulling off his own underwear, watching as you peaked at him through your fingers. You swore you stopped breathing when you saw him in his full glory.
Sanemi on the other hand had stopped breathing the moment you straddled him.
He leaned down, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he kissed you. You groaned loudly when he lowered himself, his erection pressing directly into your sopping cunt. He began pulling at your breast bindings, he needed to see them. Your fingers buried themselves in his slicked back hair, tousling it until he was back to its unruly state.
“No-no time for that…” he pulled away, confusion evident on his face. “Worry about my breasts later, I need you.” Sanemi could have crumbled into a million pieces at that. How could he say no when you were looking at him like that? There would be time after for him to fulfill his fantasies.
“Fine fine…are you on anything?” Though he certainly wouldn’t mind getting you pregnant.
“I’ll be fine! When the hell did you become logical!” You nearly kicked your feet out of frustration. The heat bubbling in your gut was driving you mad. “Jeez, needy are we?” So was he, but clearly you were far too gone to even acknowledge it. “Shinazugawa Sanemi, so help if you don’t…”
He angled his tip at your entrance, swallowing thickly as your warmth was already trying to suck him in. Any ounce of cockiness he had left in him was fading, fast. He could tell you were wet enough thanks to the tea pushing you into overdrive. But he was still worried he’d hurt you. Had you not been so damn blinded by your lust, you probably would have been a bit nervous at his size.
He pushed in slowly, his entire body tensing as your slick walks engulfed him. You were radiating heat, a thin sheen of sweat covering your entire body. “Fuck sake…” Sanemi could barely catch his breath as he bottomed out, especially with the way you were looking at him. For the first time since drinking that tea, you finally felt relief.
Sanemi moved his hips slowly, hands squeezing your thighs as you locked your ankles around his waist. “Ease…up.” He had a look of utter concentration on his face as he tried to move. It seemed your body had other things in mind, clenching so tightly around him he could barely move. “I’m trying!” You wailed as your head fell back.
At this rate you’d never come if he couldn’t move.
Sanemi lowered himself down, head burying in your neck as he began placing soft kisses. Calloused fingers trailed from your thigh towards your center, slowly slipping two fingers between your folds. You cried out the second you felt him start rubbing your clit, you hadn’t realized how sensitive you’d become.
“Relax.” He whispered against your skin, hips picking up in pace as you started to ease up. “That’s my good girl.” You whined at his praise, nails scratching up his back. “Don’t say shit like that!” You couldn’t take the stimulation he was giving you along with praise, you’d die at this rate.
“What? You want me to call you stupid or something?” You slapped his shoulder, laughter bubbling out of him as he settled on a brutal pace. One that satisfied the burning you felt. “I’ll take that as a no.” He thrusted into you in a way that hit all the right angles. His fingers toyed with your clit in perfect time with his thrusts.
Thanks to the tea you were already about to come, that tea really was something else. “C-close.” You whimpered out of embarrassment, walls spasming around Sanemi’s dick as he continued to snap his hips into you at a brutal pace. “Yeah? Come then.” You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as he continued to suck on your neck.
Sanemi didn’t want to admit it, but he was close too. The way you were clenching around him paired with the way your clit twitched under his fingertips…it was driving him insane. Your body was so reactive to every touch, he was certain it would be the same way without the tea affecting you.
He could only begin to imagine how loud you two were. If it wasn’t your voice giving you away, it would certainly be the creaking of the bed beneath you. That or the sound of his balls hitting your ass…he flinched at the thought.
You cried out his name as your orgasm crashed over you. You couldn’t believe how quickly you had come, you certainly didn’t expect your first time with Sanemi to be so short. Sanemi didn’t slow, working you through your orgasm at the same brutal pace. It wasn’t until you felt him starting to twitch inside you that you realized the aphrodisiac still hadn’t subsided.
“S-Sanemi?” You felt a bit of panic rising in your chest, you were certain once you came the tea would ease up. “Ha?” He was trying to listen to you while focusing on his own movement inside of you. “It…it didn’t wear off…” you still felt sweaty, as if you’d burn up and melt into a puddle.
“It didn’t?” He was trying to slow his hips, but his pending release refused. You whined, moving your hips to meet his as he looked up at you with concern. “N-no.” You felt your lower lip tremble, Sanemi’s whole body tensed as his release snuck up on him. You felt him spill inside of you, relief flooding your senses.
In that moment you finally felt a bit of clarity.
“Are you okay? Hey…don’t cry…” his thumb brushed away stray tears you hadn’t even realized slipped out. “Was my dick that good?” You burst out laughing, hand coming up to hold him as it was still pressed to your cheek. “I mean…yeah it was, but I’ve realized something.” He settled down on top of you, his full weight was more than welcome.
“What did you realize?” The hand that was between your legs was resting on your hip now, thumb rubbing soothing circles. “The tea, it only affects women.” His head cocked to the side, his white hair was an absolute mess now. “How do you know?” Sanemi seemed to be grounded back in reality when he remembered what led to this.
“Well for one, I can tell you didn’t feel it’s effects. Maybe a little, but all this? That was just you being horny.” As the tea’s effects subsided, Sanemi saw the normal you come back out. “Secondly, it is definitely some sort of demon blood art. There is no way those ingredients could have this powerful of an effect.”
While you didn’t feel it as intensely as before, you had a feeling it would come back. “I think it’s some sort of performance enhancer as well. Something that keeps the bride…horny… more sensitive so she comes quicker.” Sanemi began to laugh, “so it’s to help the poor souls that end up with a man that can’t please them?”
He slipped out of you now, a shiver passing over you as he settled on the mattress. “I think that’s part of the reason. But what good does this do for a demon? Surely a demon like this would thrive somewhere like the entertainment district. Not some newlywed getaway village.” You shifted so you were snug on this side, head residing on his chest.
“Maybe the bride isn’t their target.”
“Explain.” Your brows furrowed, listening to his heartbeat while you waited for him to elaborate. “Well, you only drank half the tea. So you probably aren’t feeling it’s effects in full. If a woman is to drink that whole cup of tea…she’d probably be going for a while. What if the goal is to tire the husband? That way the demon can get him with little fight.”
“Do you think that woman was the demon? She was out in broad daylight handing out the tea, Sanemi.” His theory made sense, but that woman couldn’t have been the demon.”I don’t think so, perhaps she’s working for one. No… she has to be. There is no other way she’d get her hands on something like this.”
You turned on your stomach, resting your chin on his chest so you could look at him. “I’d love to think about this more…but I need you again.” Sanemi’s eyes widened, the puppy eyes you were giving him weren’t helping. “Use me then, baby.” The nickname did something to you, you sat up, crawling to straddle his hips.
“This demon is clever, it’s hiding it’s tracks by using her to do the dirty work.” You wrapped your fingers around his length, he was sticky with your own arousal coating him. “Take that off. If you’re going to ride me…I’d like to see them.” You rolled your eyes, reaching behind you to undo the knot keeping the binding together.
You tossed it to the floor where the rest of your clothes were, not paying attention to the awestruck look on the man below you. It wasn’t until his hands came up to cup your breasts that you realized he was drooling. “Maybe that tea did affect you.” You huffed, stroking his semi-hard dick slowly. “Oh give it a break, you’re the one already going for seconds less than five minutes later.”
“It’s the tea!” You knew it wasn’t only the tea fueling you. He knew that too.
“Would we classify this as an incubus?” You moaned as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “I think we could label it in that class…but I also think this could just be the demon’s way of luring in prey. I don’t know if the sex aspect has anything to do with them.” You lifted your hips as he reached full hardness. His tip pressed to your entrance, wasting no time as you sunk down on him.
You rolled your hips, head falling back at the fullness you felt. Sanemi was entranced watching you. The makeup Amane had put on you was smeared over your cheeks. Black charcoal streaks were left from where your tears had fallen. “I guess we should try and keep track of how long this lasts…like I said earlier.” You began to bounce, the heat creeping on you quickly.
“Now how the hell are we supposed to do that?”
Sanemi’s eyes shifted between your bouncing breasts and where he disappeared between your thighs. “I-I don’t fucking know…just count how many rounds we go.” You shivered as his head brushed your g-spot over and over. “You know, we are playing right into their hands if you wear me out.” Sweat started to drip down his temple.
“Then you can just eat me out instead.” You didn’t expect those words to leave your lips, you hunched over slightly in embarrassment. “Don’t tempt me.” He wondered how you’d taste now that his cum is in you. You rolled your hips every few bounces, teeth sinking into the side of your cheek as you attempted to keep yourself quiet.
You could only imagine how much surrounding neighbors had heard.
“We’ll have to try again in the morning. Surely someone will be able to tell us something.” You slammed yourself down particularly hard, earning a strangled moan from the white haired man. “Tired.” You whined as your thighs began to burn, your orgasm was just out of your reach.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Sanemi sat up, pulling you to his chest and flipping you both on your side. “You’re going to sleep after this.” He sounded like he was scolding you. Sanemi’s arm hooked under your thigh, pushing it upwards to give himself a better angle.
“I don’t care if you are still needy after, we need sleep.” His hips began another brutal pace, you buried your face in his chest, crying out his name over and over. Your orgasm was reachable now, the familiar tension building in your gut with each thrust. You clawed at his arms, tears slipping down your cheeks as your orgasm built higher and higher.
You gasped out of shock, a gush of liquid squirting from between your legs. Your walls and thighs twitched uncontrollably, you couldn’t catch your breath. “Fuck…c’mon y/n.” Sanemi didn’t even sound mad, he wanted to be because you ruined the sheets. But it was hot, how could he be mad at you when you just did that?
“S-sorry.” You slurred out, eyelids becoming impossibly heavy.
You felt laughter bubbling from him, too tired to even comment on it. “You wore yourself out so quickly. What happened to keeping track?” He was hugging you tightly, feeling too lazy himself to even clean up. “That one did me in, I dunno why.” You were already half asleep in his arms.
“I haven’t even come yet!” His hips were still rocking into you at a slow pace. “You can keep goin…'' your words were really starting to slur at this point. “You had so much energy all of five minutes ago…” he was talking more so to himself than you. You would have laughed had you not been so tired.
Sanemi’s hips continued their show thrusts into you until they became a little more erratic. “Shit…” your eyes were closed at this point, humming praises as he came for a second time. “Don’t pull out…” you didn’t want to lose the warmth you felt.
“Well…this is going to be a long ass mission huh?” You mumbled some sort of response against his chest, sleep sneaking up and dragging you under.
You woke up feeling stiff, eyes slowly blinking sleep out of them. Sunlight filtered in through the window you asked Sanemi to open the night prior. Your eyes shifted upwards, Sanemi’s sleeping face greeted you. A blush began to creep up your cheeks as you recalled everything that happened the night before.
Your memories were a little hazy, but you certainly remembered nearly all of it. “I need a bath.”
“So do I.” You nearly jumped out of your own skin when you heard his morning voice. “You scared me!” Your head whipped upwards, glaring at the man next to you. “And your morning breath scared me.” You stiffen at that, slapping his chest.
His groggy laughter filled the room, leaving you slightly breathless. That didn’t stop you from teasing him, “so what…exactly happened last night? I don’t remember..any of it really.” Maybe that was taking it too far, but the morning breath comment got you.
“You…you don’t remember?” The heartbreak in his eyes made you regret it immediately. “I’m kidding! I remember everything.” You kissed his chest, trailing up to his neck, then his cheek and then finally his lips. “I was just messing with you.”
“Don’t do that ever again.” Your fingers came up to trail across his cheeks, one hand disappeared into his hair while the other traced his scars. “I won’t.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, eyes fluttering shut to relish in your gentle touches. “You can take a bath first, by the way.”
“What do I smell now too?” You tugged on his hair slightly, making him peek at you with one eye. “No you don’t, but we are on a mission. We can’t lay in bed all day, it’s not as if we are actually married.” Maybe you were imagining it, but he sounded a bit sad.
“Alright, fine. You’re right.” You rolled over him, earning a laugh as you stumbled onto the floor. “You’re ridiculous.” You winked at him as you made your way to the bathroom, “make sure you clean up.” You slid the door shut before he could complain. As you enter the small bathroom you made eye contact with your reflection in the mirror.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. The bun that Amane had done for you yesterday was barely hanging on. The jewelry that she had added was sticking out in different places and barely clung to your hair. The wisteria flower that she had added was nearly gone, you assumed if you looked at the floor and bedding you’d see small petals.
The make up shit done for you was smeared over your face. You had charcoal outlined tears streaks, the lip paint was smeared around your mouth’s corners. “Damn.” You got closer, eyes scanning over the bruises left on your neck and shoulders. “And he still smiled at me?” You found yourself trying not to laugh at your rather messy appearance.
You looked at your options, a wooden bath probably meant for a couple to share or the simple stool and water buckets. You decided the bath wasn’t your best option and made your way to the small stool. “This water is going to be freezing…” you didn’t have the energy to go ask for warmer water. You focused on your breathing before taking one of the buckets and dumping it over your head.
You tried not to make a sound, hell you’d gone through worse during your training period. But the ice baths your master would make you take…you never really got over those.
You wasted no time, dipping a cloth into the other bucket of water and washing your face before moving down the rest of your body. You saved your hair for last. Finally you dumped the second bucket over you, rinsing out all the soap. “Well I’m awake now.” You mumbled to yourself.
You dried yourself off and towel dried your hair before walking back into the bedroom. The sheets were stripped and the bed was haphazardly made, but it looked better than it did before you walked into the bathroom. “We have more clothes right?” Sanemi was looking right through you.
“Hello?” You waved your hand in front of his face, yet he still remained focused on your naked form. “Oh come on.” You flicked his forehead, earning a groan in response. “We have more clothes right? Pervert.” You held back your laugh as he stood, he hadn’t bothered getting dressed either.
“Yeah we have more clothes, they should be in the bag along with our uniforms.” You gulped as you took a proper look at him in the daylight. Thick muscles covered his whole body along with the scars. He reminded you of a perfectly sculpted statue.
“You’ll need more water, I used all they left us.” He smiled at you as he walked over to the front door, “already thought of that.” He opened it quickly to pull in two steaming buckets. “You sly bastard! I had to take a damn ice bath!” He walked towards the bathroom now, a shit eating grin on his face. “You could always join me.”
“Like you said, we are on a mission. No more sex.”
He faltered at that, looking at you with puppy eyes. “Till when?” You didn’t expect that kind of reaction, “until we kill the damn demon, now take a bath!” He disappeared through the sliding doors, leaving you alone to pick up all the wedding attire. Such beautiful attire had all gotten tossed to the floor, you felt bad seeing it there.
You set everything aside neatly on a chair that sat in the corner of the room. He was right, they were two sets of kimonos for you and him in the bag that contained your uniforms. You dressed quickly, jumping slightly as Sanemi made his way back to the room. You glanced him up and down, a small towel wrapped around his waist with dripping hair.
You mentally cursed yourself for drinking that tea last night, you two could have continued to dance around each other in awkward tension until the mission was over. Now, you were both shameless around the other, even craving the other's touch. Part of you wanted to gag at the fact that you had already gotten so attached.
“Hurry up and get dressed! I’ll meet you outside.” You practically ran from the room, Sanemi’s laughter echoing behind you. “Good morning miss! Sleep well?” You faltered as you passed the front desk, the kind old man sat behind it. “Oh! Good morning, I slept very well.” The look in his eyes tells you he heard you last night.
“Did you enjoy your tea?”
You kept your face calm, forcing a smile onto it. “I did, I’m not one for tea but this was enjoyable. My husband liked it as well.” You watched his eyebrow raise. “Oh, your husband tried it? I’ve been itching to ask you since you checked in. What does he do for a living?” You could sense it now, the aura he gave off was that not a demon. How had you not realized?
“Oh! He’s a samurai!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, you couldn’t do anything without your blade. “Is that so! How fascinating. You two must not have a home then?” You nodded, “we travel often, while he has an estate up north we are often on the move because of his work.” He seemed pleased by that answer. “Oh! There you are.”
You whirled when you heard his footsteps, you’d have admired him in normal clothes if you weren’t so tense. “Oh the man himself!” You blinked at Sanemi, hoping he’d catch on as well. “Oh, were you talking about me?” He was by your side, extending his hand for you to take. “Ah yes! A samurai! That would explain your blade!” The man smiled at him, innocent as ever.
“Yes! We are always on the move, it’s nice to stay in place for a while. Well, surely you’ll see us when we get back.” Sanemi was bringing you towards the door, waving a goodbye to the man. Once you were far from the inn you both sighed out of relief. “Thank fuck we think alike. You saw it right?” Sanemi didn’t let go of your hand, “I did. How the hell didn’t we see it before?”
“He asked me how the tea was.” Sanemi stopped sighed, “how the hell did we not see this yesterday?” You squeezed his hand without thinking “It must be the demon art. Let’s see if that woman is still at the market. If we take care of her first, we can go back to the inn and get him while he isn’t expecting it. I don’t think he knows.”
“She has to be human. There is no way she could withstand the sunlight, no demon can.” You moved slightly closer to him, feeling as if you were being watched. You didn���t realize that small action sent Sanemi’s heart into a frenzy. “Should we just go back and kill him?” You leaned closer to him as you whispered. His eyes trailed down to look at you, the tips of his ears turning pink.
“I think there is more to it than just that.” You both rounded the corner, the center of town you had seen the day before was just as lively. “Good morning! How was your night?” The tea lady saw you before you saw her. “Oh! It was wonderful. I understand why it’s a bestseller.” You let go of Sanemi’s arm even though you didn’t want to. She seemed to be happy to hear that, stepping aside a bit so you could see the contents of her stand.
“Though I must say, it didn’t affect my husband as much as it did me.” You felt Sanemi’s presence beside you, eyeing the contents with slight disgust. “Oh! Perhaps I have something for that.” You watched her rummage around, pulling out a bag of crushed flowers. “This should help him.” Sanemi looked as if he wanted to disappear. “Enough chit chat, I’m hungry baby.” You still weren’t used to the pet names.
“Perhaps I’ll see you two again.” You waved goodbye as Sanemi dragged you away, once again you didn’t have to pay for the items. “Oh give me a break, a performance enhancer!” He snatched the bag from you, “as if I need any help! You on the other hand…” you slapped his bicep, plucking the bag out of his hand and putting it in your kimono pocket.
“Another round, no tea. I’ll have you begging, Sanemi.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” He couldn’t ignore the slight twitch from between his legs. “It’s a promise, after we finish this.” You pulled him towards a stand selling baked goods. “This will be better than a restaurant, we can go somewhere private.” You purchased the baked goods and grabbed Sanemi’s hand, leading him through the town.
Regardless of why you were here, Sanemi let his mind wander. He would hate himself later for imagining such things, but for now he could pretend you really were his wife. You were certainly selling the part, so much so that he found himself struggling to remember it wasn’t real. “Over here!” You pulled him towards the shade of a nearby tree, one that was a fair distance from other people.
“No one should hear us over here, so we can talk a bit more freely.” He couldn’t care less in that moment about the damn mission, he just wanted you. He wanted to take you properly, not when some tea was making you lose your cool and destroying your stamina. He wanted slow and passionate, hell even if he couldn’t get that he at least wanted some foreplay.
“Sanemi? Are you even listening to me?” You sat down, placing the pastries down on your lap. “No.” Your mouth parted in surprise, watching him sit beside you. “Not even trying to hide it! Fine I’ll repeat myself.” He didn’t hear you the second time either, instead he just focused on your face.
“Are you okay?” He was only pulled from his daze when your hand hit his forehead. “What?” He blinked at you, not quite understanding why you seemed so confused. “You’re red…and warm. And you aren’t listening to me…you don’t think it’s because you smelt those petals…” you pulled them from your kimono’s pocket, could they really be that strong?
“I want you.”
Your eyes widened, scanning your surroundings before looking back at him. “Here? Now? We are on a mission…” he was pulling the bag away from you, tossing it off into the grass a few yards away. “I’m not going to be able to focus until I take you, properly take you.” It had to be whatever was in that bag, there was no way you’d get through to him now. “Sanemi…people could see.” Why were you even entertaining the idea?
“I don’t care…I need you y/n.” If you looked at him hard enough you could have sworn his blown out pupils were in the shape of a heart. “This is some damn strong demon art…that tea from last night was child’s play.” You tried to scoot away from him as he leaned forward, you had nowhere to put the pastries. “Can we at least eat first?” You held one out to him, hoping to grab his attention off of you.
“We can eat after.” He was pulling the wrapped pastries from your hand and lap and tossed them to the side. “Sanemi!” You whined as they bounced over to the bag of flower petals. She wasn’t kidding when she said it would help with a man’s performance, you just didn’t think they’d be strong enough to affect him just by smelling them.
“This is ridiculous, I may have to send a crow and ask for assistance.” You hoped ignoring his advances would sober him a bit…it didn’t. His hand ghosted across your abdomen, the warmth radiating through your whole body as he pulled you to him. “Please…” you were already melting as you turned to face him. You didn’t understand how this mission could turn out to be so bizarre.
Your goal of bringing him out here was so you could plan what to do next. Now he looked ready to eat you alive, mission be damned.
“I’ll beat your ass after this Sanemi.” It was hard to even focus when he began rubbing his hand up your stomach and down your thighs. “So is that a yes?” You nodded, allowing him to connect his lips to yours. Your hands snaked up his body slowly, stopping once they wrapped around his neck. You were far enough from the village that no one should catch you, you hoped at least.
He pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping tightly around your waist to keep you in place. The kiss was hot and soft, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip for entrance, which you gave him easily. He now understood how you felt the night before, burning from the inside out. He couldn’t even form coherent thoughts that aren’t about you, you were all he could think about.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was scolding himself, there were far more important matters at hand than satisfying his hormones. Whether those flowers influence him or not. “Sanemi…” you pulled away from him just barely, allowing you room to speak as he continued to chase after your lips. “Hmm?” He could only focus on how you felt in his arms, his dick twitching to life every time you whimpered his name.
“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” He didn’t really care if you did. “I’m sure, you brought us out here so no one would see.” That wasn’t really the reason, but you couldn’t be bothered to correct him at this point. His hands trailed from your waist up your sides, resting just underneath your armpits. He pulled you closer, lips leaving yours to begin trailing down your jaw.
“Gonna mark you up…so people know you’re mine.” As if they’d need any more proof of who you clearly belonged to. “I don’t know what he was thinking… sending us on this mission.” You whimpered as Sanemi’s teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck. You didn’t have time to think about the pain as his tongue began soothing the indents he left behind.
“He was thinking ‘I’m going to find a way to make them get along.’ Maybe this whole damn thing is a setup.” Sanemi’s lips suctioned to another part of your neck, sucking on it harshly until there was a red mark left behind. He tugged the collar of your kimono down, revealing your shoulder. “I’m going to fucking carve my name into you.” You shivered, each word held a promise behind them.
“Do it.” You weren’t exactly sure why you were encouraging it, but you loved the groan you received because of it. “Do you think I can finally eat you out?” You nearly jolted off of him as his hands came up to touch your breasts. “Out here?” You felt hot all over, the drool dripping down his chin wasn’t helping your attempts to compose yourself.
“Yes. Where the fuck else? You want me running through the town with my dick hard?” You began to laugh, your moment of vulnerability being used to his advantage as he flipped you over to lay on your back. “As funny as that would be Sanemi, I think we’d get kicked out of the corps.”
“Fine by me, more time to fuck you.”
“Thank fuck that tea didn’t work on you, I think I’d have left this damn town already in shame if people heard you talking like that.” You remained on your back, watching Sanemi situate himself in front of your spread legs. “Oh get over it.” You rolled your eyes, watching his scarred hands push your kimono up to your waist. You studied his face as he eyed your clothed cunt, he was looking at you as if you were the only thing on the planet.
Sanemi pulled himself out of his daze, practically ripping your underwear off you and throwing it in the direction he’s thrown everything else. “Sanemi!” You watched them fall to the grass with a shocked look, one Sanemi chose to ignore as he settled himself on his stomach. “Sanemi, maybe this isn’t a good…” you choked on your words as his tongue slid between your lips.
You slapped a hand over your mouth out of shock, the feeling of his tongue sliding over your clit had you blinking away stars. “S-Sanemi…fuck.” You decided to just give up any logical sense you had, allowing yourself to relax into his ministrations. His tongue lapped hungrily at your clit, occasionally moving down to prod at your entrance.
You felt your thighs twitch, cunt fluttering around nothing as pleasure began rising in you. Your whole body convulsed as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly. “C-careful!” You mewled, hands coming down to grip his hair. You could have sworn you felt his smile against you as he continued to suck on the sensitive bud.
Your hips bucked upwards as he wiggled his tongue every few sucks, you could already feel your orgasm bubbling in you. You were a bit embarrassed, you had convinced yourself the night before that your quick unravel was because of the tea. Now as you laid underneath him, with no aphrodisiac clouding your senses… you were beginning to think it was all Sanemi.
His calloused hands began massaging the flesh of your thighs, humming softly to send vibrations through you. You felt tears prick your eyes as Sanemi continued, your whole body tensing as your quickly approaching orgasm built up. You cried out his name, your breathing coming to a halt as your orgasm slammed into you. “S-stop!” You tried to pull his mouth away from you as the stimulation became too much.
It wasn’t until you clamped your thighs around his head that he pulled away, “sorry.” Clearly he wasn’t, not when he was wiping his mouth with a grin. “I hate you.” You felt laughter bubbling up in you, watching a genuine grin cover his own features. “How do you want me, my love?” He was tugging down your kimono, the lust still evident on his face.
“I want to redeem myself, sit down and let me ride you.” The look Sanemi gave you told you he didn’t have any faith in you being able to make it to the end like that. “I’m redeeming myself one way or another, so buckle up lover boy.” You kind of hated yourself for saying it, but those thoughts left your mind when his cock sprang free.
Now that you were sober, you felt the nerves. “This better snap you out of it.” You crawled over so your thighs caged in his hips, hand reaching out to use the tree behind him as leverage. “Now why is that?” You positioned his tip at your entrance, eyebrow cocking upwards. “Because we are on a mission you idiot.”
You slowly sunk down on him, pausing halfway to catch your breath. “C’mon…you took it last night, you can do it again.” His hands cupped your ass, squeezing the plump flesh through your kimono as you sunk down the rest of the way. “Don’t encourage me.” You tried taking deep even breaths, you had no idea how you were able to do this the night before.
You could feel every twitching inch of him, the shape of his head, the veins that ran along his shaft, everything.
“Why not? I thought I was being nice.” Your hand left the tree trunk, nails digging into his shoulders instead. “I told you no more until the mission was done. We barely know what’s going on here and we are falling victim to their attacks over and over.” You looked at Sanemi, trying to get him to understand the situation and your frustration. Sanemi on the other hand was having trouble hearing over the ringing in his ears.
“You are hopeless.” You began bouncing slowly, after the burning had subsided enough. You watched a dopey grin spread across his lips, making it incredibly hard to be mad at him. “I may be hopeless, but don’t act like you aren’t too.” He was absolutely right. Two of the strongest Hashira had fallen prey to lust of all things.
You began moving with purpose now, breasts bouncing as you tried to bring the man beneath you to his climax. The stimulation was breathtaking, you found it hard to even breathe at certain points with the way his cock slid in and out of you. “C’mon Sanemi…come for me…fill me up.” You kissed his lips, smiling when his hands tightened on your ass.
“You’re a loser.” He huffed, cheeks red and eyes watery. Under any other circumstances you would have loved to take your time. “Don’t act like…ha…like your dick didn’t twitch when I said that.” He closed his eyes out of embarrassment, his own release was rapidly approaching him. With each thrust of your own hips, he neared his release.
It wasn’t until he began to whine that you realized just how close he was. Was it possible for those flowers to make him sensitive as well? “Are you close?” You felt his tip spasming between your walls, his short quick huffs were the other dead giveaway. “Y-yes.” Never in a million years did you think you’d hear Sanemi’s voice sound like that.
You bounced harder, slamming your hips down over and over until the grip he had on your ass had you arching forward. “Damn…” you whined as he came, not expecting his whole body to tense so drastically. “F..feel better?” You whispered softly as he relaxed, blinking at you with lidded eyes. “I’m sorry.” You slipped off him, situating yourself and standing up.
“Don’t be sorry, we didn’t realize those flowers would have so much power. Which reminds me.” You turned from him, reaching for your underwear to slip back on while he fixed himself. “I’m going to throw this away.” You held up the pouch with disdain. “That’s probably for the best…” you found it rather charming that he was so shy after the whole ordeal.
“Here.” You tossed him one of the pastries that you had purchased earlier, turning from him as he caught it to go find a place to bury the flower petals. You returned ten minutes later to Sanemi holding the other pastry, handing it to you with a guilty look on his face. “You really feel bad don’t you?” You didn’t like seeing the usually cocky man sulking.
“I feel like I took advantage of you.”
You sat yourself beside him, opening the pastry slowly. “Sanemi, if I didn’t want that to happen I would’ve simply walked away from you. Hell I’d probably landed a few hits on you.” You took a bite, finding it rather comical at this point. “Let’s discuss our plan.” You continued when he remained quiet.
“I think the woman selling the tea is unaware of demons. I think she somehow got in contact with the innkeeper, he must have liked her enough to help her with her business. She doesn’t understand why her tea is so powerful, but it brings her money so she doesn’t question it.”
“Then why does she keep giving us free things?”
“If I had to guess, the innkeeper has interest in us. Maybe he is telling her to give us these things. I know I was partially joking when I said that man probably had peepholes in those rooms. But I think that may be the case. She gives out the tea to his guests, he gets a show later that night and then he devours whichever half of the couple he wants.”
Sanemi stood, leaving you a little dumbfounded. “Let’s go take care of him now then. Our stuff is still in our room, we can change into our uniforms and get this shit show over with. Then..maybe…we can relax.” He extended his hand for you to take, a small smile on his face. “The relax part sounds wonderful, I have a few questions to ask you when this is done.” You enjoyed the way the tips of his ears turned pink.
It turned out your guess was right.
“Demon slayers?” The man seemed absolutely shocked by the sudden revelation. You and Sanemi stood before him in your uniforms, blades drawn. “You really couldn’t tell?” Sanemi’s booming voice made him cower. “I-I…please spare me.” You couldn’t believe he wasn’t even trying to put up a fight.
“I love her…please.”
You side eyed Sanemi, your brow raised. “The fuck does that have to do with me? Wait…who?” You nearly started to laugh. “Don’t tell me, the lady that sells the tea laced with your demon blood art?” You were ready to just slice his head clean off. “Yes.” Sanemi spoke before you could, taking a step forward.
“I’m not interested in no sappy ass forbidden love. You’re going to pay for the lives you’ve stolen. Do you know how many lives you’ve ruined?” Sanemi was never one for sympathy, his blade was already swinging for the demon’s head. Any pleas fell on deaf ears as Sanemi made quick work of the man.
“Well, we can open the windows now can't we?” You watched the demon disintegrate, speeding up the process by allowing sunlight into the dusty lobby of the in. “This was more of a pain than it needed to be.” Sanemi sheathed his blade with a sigh of annoyance. “I’ll send the Master a crow. While I’m certain he’s the only one…it may be best for us to stay a bit longer and observe.”
“We can also make rounds to the people staying here, we need to make sure he didn’t get anyone.” Sanemi joined you by the window. “What about the tea lady?” Sanemi’s nose scrunched upwards “Oh fuck that woman.” You began to laugh “still not over the performance enhancers?” Sanemi lunged for you at that, leaving you to run up the stairs laughing.
“I still have to ask you my questions! Don’t kill me!” You nearly broke the key in the lock to get away from him. Sanemi followed you into the room, a smile trying to creep up his face at your giggles. “Your question may save your life. It better be good.” His arms folded as he waited “Okay okay! I promise it’s good.” You took a deep breath before asking.
“Is it too soon to say I love you?”
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒?! (𝟏𝟖+)
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pairings: student!f!reader x professor!sanemi
cw: desk sex, female objectification, some noncon, dacryphilia, unprotected vaginal sex, switching holes, blowjobs, spit, creampie, breeding kink
Professor Shinazugawa had no patience left in him for a late student... Especially his most prized possession, which he in fact didn't own but commonly fantasized about being trapped inside her wet cunt. He'd have to fight off aching boners whenever you crossed his path wearing one of your sultry skirts, or the way you'd squeeze your breasts together with your forearms while staring up below your falsies. Sanemi found himself jacking off quite a bit ever since you joined class after a transition from your old University. Sometimes, he'd even excuse himself from lunch with fellow teachers in order to solve the problem growing in his trousers.
Poor Sanemi was going through one of the most sexually frustrated periods of his life. Just giving a glance to your long and perfect set of legs have him the chills, and he couldn't help but imagine you bent over his desk, legs flailing around his hips as he bucked into you relentlessly. Shaking the thoughts from his head, Sanemi began preparing for his next class... Hoping you'd be there to grace him with your arousing presence.
"Hi, hi! Professor!" Your voiced carried a glow, a sudden aura that awoke Sanemi from his daydreams. He instantly recognized how sweet you sounded, jolting his head up as you strutted in wearing the most dashing of outfits. Your breasts nearly falling out of your crop top, you walked towards Sanemi, giving him a suggestive look. "I see you're working quite hard." You lie your hand on his desk, fingernails clacking against the hard wood as you fantasized about your Professor... More specifically him eating you out while your legs hugged his shoulders and soft cries departing your lips.
"Working hard, all right," was all that Sanemi said before starting class. He refused to stand up, the fabric in his pants beginning to tighten as he practically swayed your breasts in front of his view. Sanemi gulped before ordering you to take your seat.
"Yes, Professor!" You giggled, galloping to your seat and satisfying the man. You knew exactly how to take orders, interesting.
Throughout class, you could not comprehend why your clitoris felt so sensitive. Rubbing your thighs together was not enough, and you were about to excuse yourself before Sanemi called your name.
"Y/n, I asked you a question."
"Yes! I'm sorry." You answered, and the ring of his voice set your nerves aflame. You needed to hear him growl, writhing as he came inside of you from behind and whispering dirty, sweet nothings into your ear.
Once class had ended, Sanemi rose from his chair as students began to exit. You were the last student in the room, and the sexual tension was already present and growing.
"Why are you still here, y/n? Don't you have another class to attend to?"
"My next class can wait. Oh! I have a question on this paper you assigned."
"You couldn't have asked me in class? We talked about this, y/n."
"No, no! But, I need you to help me write it." You leaned your body over his desk suggestively.
"I'm afraid that's plagarism, love." Sanemi nearly gasped as he let the last word spill out.
"Love?" You inquired before leaning even further onto his desk until your eyes met. "Is that what you call your studenta, Professor?" You tilt you breasts to the side, hoping to expose you nipples in the process.
"I... I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh, but no. What's this, Professor?" You notice his erection seeping through his trousers below. "Do I make you imagine naughty things?" Sanemi refused to look at you, hopelessly embarrassed. Although, to be fair, he was thinking with his cock at the moment. Sanemi was quick to stand up, grabbing your face and pulling you close to his body.
"You tease. You're a fucking tease, you know that?" Sanemi's hand gripped your ass, giving it a light smack.
"I'm... Sorry, Professor! You're just so... irresistable!"
"You should talk, all I see from you is that fat ass and those monstrous tits of yours." Sanemi continued to make out with you, lips and teeth crashing onto one another as you hoisted your legs around his waist. He was incredibly strong, holding you up as if it was nothing.
"Poor, poor girl. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, do you?"
"N-no!" You rolled your hips against his clothed erection. "But... I have to say, I want it too." You flash him a smile, giving him the mating signal. Soon, your skirt is hiked up and your panties fall to your ankles, Sanemi removing his cock from his trousers and lightly tapping it against your weeping hole.
"You're so wet, and we haven't even begun yet!"
"God, Professor. You make my pussy feel so good." Sanemi inserted his cockhead inside of you, savoring the delightful feeling that he couldn't wait to douse his length in.
"You're so... Fucking filthy," Sanemi held onto your skirt as he thrusted, pulling your ass backwards onto him as he seated himself deeply inside of your sopping cunt.
"Fuck, Professor!" You cry, your back twisted into an arch as you struggle to take the motion of his hips and keep up with his rhythm.
"Call me Sanemi, y/n."
"S-Sanemi! Please don't stop."
"God, that's a good girl if I've ever seen one. You wanna get fucked hard, don't you?"
"Yes!" You squeal, voice rising in pitch as Sanemi grinds his hips while bottomed out to toy with your cervix. Sanemi withdrew, cock dripping with pleasure as he wiped your essence off with your skirt.
"I haven't even cum yet, and your pussy is practically begging. Look how your hole is clenching around nothing. Absolutely nothing." Sanemi taunts, eyes widening as he flips your skirt back down.
"Why did you stop?" You pout. Sanemi orders you onto your knees in record time, his back turned to the whiteboard.
"Because, I wanna test out that smart mouth of yours." It was in no time that Sanemi thrusted his length inside of your mouth, gripping your pigtails as if they were handlebars as he made rough love to your throat. Breathing heavily, Sanemi pushes you off of his cock, your lips and chin dribbling with saliva. "You wanna make me cum with those lips?"
"Yes, Sanemi."
"Ever given a blowjob before? Your gag reflex is fantastic."
"N-no."
"Then, let me teach you a few things about sucking cock." You gulped, worried that you wouldn't be ablr to please your Professor. "Now, wrap your lips around the tip." You obey. "Ah, good girl. Now flatten your lips as if they were touching each other, and move up and down on the tip." You followed Sanemi's instruction, hands planted on his thighs as you struggled to take in more of him. "Perfect, you sweet thing. That's how you do it." You felt startled by the presence of Sanemi's hand on your forehead, and began to panic as the man started thrusting, taking hold of your scalp and lowering you to his base. Holding him in your throat, you asked to be let up.
"You think you deserve such a privilege?" Sanemi shook his head, although his cock turned a bright shade of pink once he saw your tear-ridden eyes. "You're to stay on my cock as I fuck you." He resumed bobbing your head up and down his length until he felt himself nearly reach his climax. Slowing down, Sanemi pulled out suddenly.
"Sanemi?"
"Put your leg up on my desk. And bend that sweet ass over it. Now."
Despite your leg being held at such a strained position, the feeling of Sanemi's cock only became deeper. It felt as if he was damaging your insides, ravaging you until there was nothing left of you to be pumped out. You had already lost so much of your essence due to your wetness in class, and being under Professor Sanemi's control absolutely had you submissive as ever. He continued to drill himself inside of you, aiming for your sweet spot as you cried out in a mixture of bliss and slight pain. Sanemi felt his cock harden even more so, hissing and gnawing his teeth during each clench of your cunt. "Like having your little cunt stuffed? Fuck, I bet you feel so damn full right now."
"Y/n, are you on birth control?"
"Please... cum in me."
"Are you not?"
"No, but please!"
Sanemi's hips rolled against your ass as he thought to himself, fuck the consequences. "God, you're so tight. Can feel you... Squeezing hard." Sanemi punctuated each of his thrusts, wracking your body from side to side as you attempted to grab onto something. Pencils and paper became strewn all over the floor due to your flailing hands, overwhelmed by the harshness of Sanemi's fucking. Your dear Professor, a sweating mess above you as he fucked his sweet darling. Feeling funny in your lower abdomen, you become more and more sensitive to Sanemi's cockhead against your cervix.
"Please, baby. Cum inside of me." You moan. "Knock me up, make me a mommy."
"Your pussy is so sweet," Sanemi growled, placing his hands on your hips as he pounded away.
"I... I think I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah, babygirl? You wanna feel good?"
"Yes! Professor... I mean, Sanemi!"
"Good girl." Sanemi grabs onto your leg, pushing you further into the desk as he laughs over your contorted figure. "Wanna show me how much you love my cock?"
"Yes! Anything for you, Sanemi."
Your body was enamored in bliss as you finally came, fluttering around Sanemi's huge cock as he continued pumping his cock and rolling those hips of his. Your clenching caused him to wince in pleasure, unable to comprehend how amazing he felt. Working yourself back onto Sanemi's cock, he almost withdraws from how sensitive he is.
Soon, you were milking him completely dry, Sanemi's cock twitching inside of you as he whined, refusing to slow down. "Fuck, you really know how to drain a cock, darling."
"Y-Yes! Your cock is so... deep." Sanemi waited before pulling out, making sure his cum was nestled in your womb. Once he abandoned your gummy walls, you felt completely empty, especially after Sanemi's cum started to drip down your thighs.
"I really came in you a lot, didn't I?" Sanemi chuckles, smacking your ass harder thie time.
"Professor, will you up my grades if we continue this regiment?"
"How could I say no to my favorite student?"
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How the Hashiras would react to you saying 'I love you'
I really like writing headcannons for the hashiras<3
Anyways here you go you simps
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🔥 Rengoku Kyoujirou 🔥
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🔥 - "Love you too, darling!!"
🔥 - This man gets really REALLY happy when you tell him you love him (almost like a lil puppy🥺)
🔥 - Like oh my god the moment you say it his heart bursts into happiness and rainbows and love
🔥 - Would probably bear hug you after that
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🎵 Tengen Uzui 🎵
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🎵 - "I love you too, sweetheart."
🎵 - Manz looks chill about it but on the inside HE'S DYING
🎵 - Like oh my goodness this man is so gay for you
🎵 - Verified simp™ (He's verified simp for you on twitter too)
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❤ Mitsuri Kanroji ❤
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❤ - "Awww, I love you too, Y/N!"
❤ - Is so so SO happy
❤ - Like Rengoku, her heart bursts into rainbows and love but it's 100x intense bc well she's the love hashira
❤ - Would hug you and pepper kisses all over your face
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🗿 Gyomei Himejima 🗿
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🗿 - "I love you too, my dear"
🗿 - He gets all smiley face wen you say that
🗿 - Like omg he just loves it so much
🗿 - Would probably start crying happy tears
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💤 Muichiro Tokito 💤
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💤 - "Oh.. I love you too, Y/N.."
💤 - He says that back with that adorable big sleepy smile of his<3
💤 - Bonus if you get a hug
💤 - He forgets a lot of shit but he would never ever forget the times you said you loved him
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🐍 Iguro Obanai 🐍
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🐍 - "I love you more, though."
🐍 - Says it so passionately omg
🐍 - You can legit see the hearts in his eyes
🐍 - Kaburamura just chillin watching this free romance show
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🌊 Giyuu Tomioka 🌊
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🌊 - "I... I love you too.."
🌊 - He's like really shy so he'll avert his eyes while saying it
🌊 - Face is redder than a tomato
🌊 - Oh my god he's too precious someone hand me some tissues I'm gonna cry
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🦋 Shinobu Kocho 🦋
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🦋 - "I love you too, honey!"
🦋 - This woman makes you go even gayer for her than before
🦋 - Most of the time her voice is sweet, yeah, but her voice gets geniunely sweeter when she says it back
🦋 - She loves you to the mf-ing moon and back<3
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💢 Sanemi Shinaguzawa 💢
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💢 - "Tsk... Love you too, or whatever.."
💢 - Says that with a red face. 100%.
💢 - You like teasing him a LOT.
💢 - Most of time he'll tease back though so watch out
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That will be all for now, sorry for being so inactive, School is a bitch ;-;
But anyways, hope you liked these imagines!
See you all next time :D
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