#sanemi gets some skype sex

[bbygenya]

cyber sex pt.1 🌪

fandom: demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba

pairing: modern!sanemi x reader

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

warnings: none

word count: 869

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

a/n: yeah so this happened 😬 and I have 0 regrets ✌🏾 please allow my king to have the cyber coochie he deserves—

there will be a part 2!

“Have you heard of Doja Cat?” you question, scrolling through your phone idly. On side of you, your boyfriend sits, petting you. Running his fingers through your [h/c] hair mindlessly. 

“The fuck is a Doja Cat?”

“She’s a singer, she makes really catchy songs,” you explain, trying not to laugh at the confusion on his face. You peep up at him from over your phone, seeing his eyes are on you. Expecting you to continue with your reasoning behind mentioning a singer out of the blue. “What? I just wanted to see how much of a boomer you were, no big deal,” you hum, turning your attention back to your phone. You can almost hear the way his annoyance starts to filter into his motions, a scoff coming from him. 

“Fuck off, I’m not much older than you,” he rolls his eyes, yet continues to stroke your hair, occasionally scratching your scalp the way you like. You sigh happily, biting your bottom lip to control how you almost laugh at the grumpiness you can hear in his voice. It borders on petulance, and you find it adorable as hell. 

“Genya knows who Doja is,” you add, fueling the fire already igniting in him. He looks at you in disbelief, pausing his petting. 

“Huh? What? So what, you two been hanging out or something? Tell that fucker mind his own business before I blast his ass,” you know he doesn’t mean it, but it’s kind of funny knowing that he pretends to get annoyed with the fact that you and Genya get along so well with each other. It’s not your fault Sanemi’s a boomer and his brother is cooler. You won’t admit it right now, though it’s tempting. 

“Mmmm,  here, listen to this one. You might like it,” you exit Tiktok to go to your music app, scrolling a few times and tapping on the song. It’s quirky, and the first few notes filter between you two before the singer’s voice fills the momentarily 

I wanna touch on you,

You see me in my room.

Wish you were here right now,

All of the things I'd do.

I wanna get freaky on camera;

I love when we get freaky on camera

She continues and he glances down at you, then at your phone, then at you again. “Are you saying you want to have Skype sex?”

Immediately, you go red at the thought, then you sit up, nearly hitting your head on his arm as he starts laughing at how flustered you got at the thought. Sure, you two have sex, plenty of it, but sex? Like, over the phone like that? “What-I didn’t say that! I just wanted you to listen to her singing. I love her!”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m sure she has plenty of other songs and you chose the fucking one,” he points out, smug. You literally chose the first Doja Cat song to pop up on your phone, it was a mere coincidence yet your cheeks were hot with embarrassment, as if he’d walked in on you fingering yourself or something. Huffing, you stop the song before it ends and you get up, crossing your arms and stomping off. You can hear him laughing, getting up and following you to probably either apologize or further tease you. Why was he so fucking annoying?

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A few weeks later, you find yourself in your apartment, laptop open to Sanemi’s face as he scrolls on his phone to show you something. Ranting about something one of the kids at the dojo had done, agitated yet your mind is not on the content of his words. In fact, your mind is on other things. Namely, the cyber sex scenario from a few weeks ago. You usually spend time between your apartment and Sanemi’s, and today you weren’t able to come over. Conflicting schedules, but you’d promised you’d be over tomorrow. Yet you can barely think of that. Video calls were common between the two of you—mostly from your insistence, he could honestly handle voice calls but you were so annoying with that “I wanna see your face Sane!” as if he could fucking ignore your annoying ass cute voice and your stupid cute face. So now, this is the new thing you two do. 

“And then the little fucker had the balls to piss on the floor! Like what the fuck! Big ass puddle because he got scared. Honestly, if your kids are gonna piss all over the floor, why even bring them to a martial arts class; it’s fucking stupid,” he grits, uncapping the bottle of green tea next to him. You just bob your head, barely listening. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. Swallowing down a few gulps as you purse your lips in thought. 

“Hey, Sane?” you question. He sets the bottle back down, capping it. Humming as if to tell you to continue as he leans out of frame to grab something—probably a snack. “Let’s do it.”

He pauses, sitting up and looking at you slowly. What.

“Do what?”

“Let’s do it.”

“That’s what I’m asking [y/n] what the fuck do you mean by it that’s vague as hell—”

“Lets have video sex.”

( part 2 )

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