#sanemi shinazugawa smut
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— my protector
Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.
Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭
Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.
Word Count: 4.2k.
All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.
“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.
He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.
The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.
“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”
“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”
“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”
“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”
“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—”
Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.
“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”
“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”
“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”
“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”
“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.
“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.
“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.
“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”
“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”
“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.
“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”
“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”
“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.
“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”
“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”
You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.
Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.
“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”
“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.
You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.
Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.
Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”
“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.
“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”
“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”
“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”
“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.
“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.
“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.
“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”
“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.
“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.
“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”
“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.
“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”
“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”
“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.
“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”
“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.
“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.
“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”
“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”
He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.
“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.
Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.
“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”
He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.
“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.
“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.
“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.
“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.
“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”
“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”
In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.
“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.
“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”
“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.
“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”
“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.
“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.
His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.
“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.
It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.
“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.
“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.
You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.
“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”
“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.
You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.
“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”
“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”
Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.
“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.
“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.
“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”
He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.
“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.
“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”
Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.
Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.
“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.
“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.
Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.
It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.
“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”
You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.
“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.
“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.
“No? Then who do you belong to?”
“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.
“Louder.”
“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.
“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”
He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.
Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.
“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”
You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.
“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”
You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”
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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader, Giyuu Tomioka x Reader
Summary: Sanemi becomes jealous of your developing friendship with Giyuu. Not wanting to have to choose between them, you suggest that they 'kiss and make up'.
Disclaimer: Minors DNI, Unedited
Warnings: smut, angst, feelings, mentions of violence, jealous Sanemi, threesome, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 6.9k
Sanemi fastened his belt as he stepped out of the storage closet with you stumbling after him, adjusting your clothes so you didn’t look like a disheveled mess. The scent of sex trailed after the two of you, as per usual. You followed him outside to the training grounds. Vast land that stretched out further that you could see with healthy green grass and strong trees. The faraway mountains were covered with fluffy clouds as the warm sun caked the scenery in an orange hue.
The Hashira had all taken the day to train together. Using their own breathing styles and picking up different tips and tricks from the others. Adapting their fighting techniques and improving their swordsmanship. This was your first time seeing Sanemi again after you’d both come back from different missions. So naturally, you two snuck off for a moment to yourselves, just as you’d done many times before at the Hashira meetings.
But now it was time to get back to training. With most of the other Pillars already having sparring partners, you looped your arms around Sanemi’s. “Let’s train together ‘Nemi.”
He watched you latch onto him with a smug smile. “What, are you completely hopeless without me?” His words were laced with arousal, the feeling of you needing him turned him on like nothing else. “Is that what it is?”
“You wish,” you said, not thinking much of the joke until you spotted Obanai and Mitsuri making their way over to you. You tightened your grip on Sanemi’s arm, the action only furthering to stroke his ego.
“Clingy, clingy,” he sang.
“I am not,” you blushed, embarrassed to be having this conversation in front of your friends.
“You sure?” Obanai asked, of course siding with his best friend, “You always attach yourself to him. Following him around like a puppy.”
Like you’re one to talk, you thought, always fawning over Mitsuri. You fought the urge to correct him and tell him that half the time it was Sanemi who was dragging you away for a moment of bliss. If you were needy then so was he. You stared straight ahead of you, looking at nothing in particular, because you knew that if you looked up at Sanemi you’d want to slap that stupid smirk off his face.
“Iguro, don’t tease her,” Mitsuri whined.
At least someone was on your side.
“It’s adorable how much she likes him!”
You could’ve died from embarrassment but you couldn’t be mad. You knew she meant well. She’d always indulged you, letting you gush over the guy you liked while she shared what she found attractive about him. Almost everyone in the demon slayer corps was terrified of the Wind Pillar, it felt nice to have a friend who didn’t judge you for sleeping with him. Mitsuri was the only one who really understood how you felt about him.
Sanemi barked a laugh at her words and let go of his arm, taking a step back to address both him and Obanai.
“Alright, you know what, you two?” The two boys said nothing, their tantalizing stares daring her to do something. They clearly weren’t taking her seriously. “I’m gonna go hang out with Giyuu instead of you assholes.”
Sanemi snorted as you turned your back to them, his eyes hungerly taking in your figure as you walked away.
“Good luck,” Obanai teased.
Mitsuri clapped her hands, thinking that her snake of a crush was being genuine, and also called out to you, wishing you good luck while you approached the Water Hashira. He was in a one-sided conversation with Shinobu, she was chastising and teasing him as usual while he responded in one word answers. You tapped the Butterfly Pillars shoulder and asked if you could steal Giyuu away for a training session.
She didn’t reply right away, truthfully you’d caught both of them off guard. Although you were pretty friendly, they were shocked that you’d want to spend your time with Giyuu of all people. After all, most of your time was occupied by Sanemi who hated his guts. “Sure,” she smiled. Maybe this would be good for him. “Maybe you’ll finally make a new friend, Tomioka.”
“I have friends,” he insisted, but she had already left.
“Hi, Giyuu,” you greeted him politely.
“Hi,” was all he said, his expression blank.
Oh god, your face heated up, this was already embarrassing. Maybe you should’ve just left him alone. Even some of the nicer Pillars had trouble befriending him as he didn’t put much effort into socializing. You mentally sighed trying to think of a conversation starter. “I like your haori.”
“Thanks.”
He wasn’t making this easy but you were determined. “Do the mismatched patterns have a meaning or is it just a style choice?”
He stared at you for a moment and you feared that you’d offended him in some way until he spoke, “The red half is for my sister and the other is for a close friend.”
“Cool, are they demon slayers too?” you asked, relieved that this conversation was going somewhere even though it was still a little awkward. But when he broke eye contact, hanging his head low, your relief was drowned by sadness for him.
“Oh.” It wasn’t hard to tell what had become of them, there wasn't a member in the demon slayer corps who hadn’t at least lost someone. For most it was used as a motivator to rid the world of demons and keep others from suffering the way they did, but that didn’t make it any less painful. Honestly, it was a pretty heavy topic to start off a friendship with but you supposed a lot of demon slayers had built relationships through trauma bonds. You tried to offer him some type of comfort, “I think it’s kind that you want to honor them. I’m sure they were lovely people.”
“They were.” A soft smile graced his features, hearing someone speak of his loved ones so kindly filled him with warmth as he reminisced on the good times he had with them.
His reaction encouraged you to keep the conversation going, with a smile of your own you suggested, “Maybe you could tell me about them while we train?”
Sanemi had been watching from afar with an amused gaze as you struggled to interact with the Hashira’s most antisocial Pillar. Your face was flushed and you sheepishly fiddled with your hands while he was giving you absolutely nothing. Had he not found the whole situation amusing he probably would’ve picked a fight with the guy for making you feel uncomfortable. You really couldn’t do anything with him, could you?
His enjoyment died down, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach at the rare sight of the Water Pillars smile. He was smiling because of you. You were probably the friendliest of all the pillars, he figured, if anyone could get through to him it would be you. He was trying to talk some sense to himself so he could shake this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t long before you both got into a fighting stance, ready to begin training. This calmed him down. He didn’t know why he was getting so worked up, it was only a training session nothing more. Plus, it was one interaction, after today you two would probably go back to barely speaking. He focused on Obanai who stood across from him on the defensive, distracting himself as he prepared for some training of his own. Had he known of the connection that would stem from your conversation with Giyuu, he would’ve marched over there and ended it before it had begun.
When he’d been called to the next Hashira meeting, anxiety flared up in the pit of the Wind Pillars stomach. He kicked rocks as he made his way to the Ubuyashiki Estate, trying to ignore the stirring in his gut. He dug his fingernails into his palms to keep them from shaking as the Mansion came into view. He rounded the corner and you were in front of him in an instant. You greeted him and asked how he’d been since the last Pillar meeting.
His emotions settled. Of course everything would be the same, why wouldn’t it? He wrapped an arm around you, his possessive grip nearly had you in a chokehold. You didn't mind, nuzzling your head into his chest, you relished in the affection. His hand trailed down your body to give your ass a rough squeeze as he whispered in your ear, “We’ve still got about twenty minutes before the meeting starts. I think I could make you feel good and have you back here in fifteen, whaddaya say?”
You ended up sneaking away so Sanemi could have a snack between your thighs. He was right, you two made it back to the others before the meeting could begin and all was well. Until you slipped from his grasp so you could talk to Giyuu. But your conversation was cut short when Sanemi’s arms snaked around you like a cage as he practically dragged you away.
Ever since then the Hashira meetings had been hell for Sanemi. For a while, he’d been able to keep you away from Tomioka. But then you made time to hang out with him until Sanemi showed up. And after that when he made it a point to show up to the estate before the both of you, you’d always find a way to slip out of his hold so you could socialize with Giyuu. What really grinded his gears was how you and your new ‘friend’ would know things about each other that you hadn’t disguised in previous meetings, which meant that you two had to be sending each other letters.
Sanemi hated every second of it. He was fine with you being friends with the other Pillars, sure. But the chemistry you seemed to have with the Water Pillar left a sour taste in his mouth. He felt like he was going crazy. What could that loser possibly give you that he couldn’t? Technically you two weren’t officially a couple, but you were close enough weren’t you? Sanemi hadn’t entertained anyone but you. Maybe none of this would be happening if he would’ve just trained with you that day.
The final nail in the coffin was when the Kamado siblings had been detained and brought to the Ubuyashiki Estate. Rage bubbled up inside him at the thought of one of the demon slayer corp’s very own stabbing them in the back to protect a monster. To Sanemi, the Kamado boy may as well have spit in the face of all the souls who’d been unfortunate enough to lose someone to a demon. His anger boiled over the top when he saw you with that pathetic water hashira once again.
You begged and pleaded for him to stop but you’d only worsened his mood. He hated the way you looked at him like he was the monster for simply carrying out his duty as a demon slayer. He stared down at Nezuko as blood gushed from her shoulder where he’d stabbed her. Her eyes bore into his with a fury that mirrored his own. She was nothing more than a man eating beast hidden behind the appearance of a little girl, why couldn’t you see that? Even with the ringing in his ears he could hear your voice as clear as day, begging Giyuu to do something, to stop him. The sound of your panicked voice seeking the comfort of another man ate away at him.
Her mouth watered, drool dripping down her chin as the scents of Sanemi’s marechi blood flooded her senses. The hunger would consume her and she would attack him, he was sure of it and he’d prove it to the other hashira, to master Ubuyashiki, to you. He did everything he could to provoke her and yet she still refused to harm him.
When Ubuyashiki finally put a stop to his cruel behavior, allowing Tanjiro to keep his position in the Demon Slayer Corps as well as continue protecting his sister, he’d also reprimanded Sanemi for tormenting the two. He internally cringed at his master's words but he obeyed nonetheless. Not once did he pick his head up as he kneeled to show his respect, too afraid of seeing whatever emotion your face displayed. He could guess that it was something along the lines of disgust, disappointment, anger, if he was unfortunate enough, maybe even regret.
He was able to avoid the disdain filled gaze that he was sure he’d see if his eyes met yours, only raising his head once the meeting was over and the Pillars were dismissed. When he finally gathered the courage to look up, you were already gone, having been one of the first Hashira to make your departure from the Estate. He wasn’t sure if he should consider himself lucky for not having to face your confrontation or unfortunate for not being able to explain himself. However, he’d get his answer before he even stepped foot out of the Ubuyashiki property, whether he liked it or not.
The thought of you and the possible damage he’d just done to your relationship plagued his mind as he walked along the gravel trail that led to the Estate’s entrance gate, the Manor slowly fading in the distance behind him. He froze in his tracks when he saw you, he thought you were long gone by now, but no, you were still here on the Estate’s grounds with him.
Seeing you with Tomioka lit an envious fire inside him, the hand that was placed on your arm as a means to comfort you only fueling the green flames. If Sanemi had been thinking right then maybe he would’ve realized that the scene in front of him was nothing like he thought. After all, Giyuu was the one who spared the Kamado siblings so of course you’d ask him questions to be able to grasp what exactly had happened at the meeting. That was all it was, no romance involved. But right now Sanemi was beyond reason, assuming the worst.
“What the hell is going on here?” He growled, effectively ceasing your conversation and gaining your attention. All it took was one look at him, his wide eyes and clenched fist, for you to know that he was fuming. Although you didn’t know what caused this reaction and had been blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil he’s had for months, you figured it would be best to end the fighting before it had begun. You pulled your arm from Giyuu’s hold and cautiously approached your lover, “Sanemi-”
He pushed past you and grabbed the Water Pillar by his haori, “Who the hell do you think you are?!”
Giyuu said nothing, allowing Sanemi to thrash him around while you tightly wrapped your arms around his bicep, trying to pull him away from your friend without getting in between the two men. His lack of a response only angered Sanemi who began to yell threats in his face, you’d hoped that master Ubuyashiki was too far away to hear his harsh words. His aggression towards the stone-faced hashira finally dwindled when he heard your voice break. As his head snapped towards you he saw the tears brimming along the rims of your eyes.
Taking advantage of his stunned state, Giyuu pulled himself from Sanemi’s grasp and turned away from you two to continue walking down the path. You tried to stop him from leaving, wanting to resolve whatever was going on between them so that there wouldn’t be any tension between your two closest friends. Sanemi watched your interaction with a twinge of guilt, he hadn’t meant to upset you. Was this his fault? Was he scaring you away? Was this why you liked Tomioka so much? Because he was calm and collected unlike Sanemi who had a tendency to fly off the handle at the smallest things? Doubts flooded his mind as Giyuu’s hands gently squeezed your own in reassurance. His heart ached hearing you beg him to stay. The Water Pillar was the most composed out of the three of you, insisting that whatever conversation you and Sanemi needed to have would only be made worse with his presence.
With that he took his leave, giving the two of you space to talk. Neither of you said anything at first, the only sounds that could be heard were your sniffing and the chirping of birds. The tension in the air was thick, the sun beaming down on you while leaves fluttered down to the ground. Ironically, it was an awfully nice day for such a sad scene. Sanemi was the first to break the silence, “Do you love him?”
“What?” You asked in disbelief, your bloodshot eyes widening as you stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious or if this was just some sick joke. “It’s not like that with him.” While he stayed silent, you went over everything in your mind. You thought about the animosity Sanemi had always held for the other man, to the point where Sanemi’s mind had conjured up a one sided rivalry between the two, which had only worsened with the growth of your friendship with him. For the first time since you’d asked Giyuu to train with you, you realized that he was jealous. You couldn’t understand why though, he never minded your friendships with the other Pillars. Nonetheless, you tried to quell his insecurities by adding, “We’ve never done anything together, if that’s what you're worried about.”
“That's not what I asked.” He let out an exasperated sigh and clenched his jaw, trying to prepare himself for whatever your answer would be. He held your face in his hands as he asked in a calm, gentle, tone that contradicted the whirlwind of emotions inside him, “Do you have feelings for him, even if it’s just a little?”
Your lips parted, there was so much you wanted to say but the words just wouldn’t leave your throat. You couldn’t blame him for being skeptical, looking at it from his perspective, your friendship with Giyuu kinda came out of the blue and grew rapidly. You wanted to give him the context behind it all, that the two of you bonded over him. You wanted to tell him about the letters you two exchanged which consisted of you giving Giyuu advice on what kinds of things Sanemi liked and his retelling of every attempt he made to connect with the other man ending in failure and a fuming Sanemi Shinazugawa. The truth was that the Water Pillar simply wanted to be his friend but wasn’t sure how to engage with him. Explaining all of this might’ve eased your lover’s mind and may have even embarrassed him a tiny bit. But what had stunned you into silence was the last part of his sentence, even if it’s just a little.
You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the contents of your letters shifted from the subject of Sanemi to yourselves. You both shared what you liked and disliked, your favorite foods, your hobbies, your dreams and fears. The two of you got to know the ins and outs of each other and blossomed a deep respect and admiration for one another. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t giddy each time you received a letter from him. Maybe Sanemi’s fears were correct, maybe you did harbor some feelings for the other man.
At your lack of a response, he ripped himself away as if you had burned him. He brought his hands to his face, his fingers harshly rubbing his eyelids and pinching the bridge of his nose as he processed that his worst nightmare was coming to life. All he could think was, why? Why was this happening? Why did you have to catch feelings for that stupid Water Hashira? Was there anything he could’ve done to prevent it? The tips of his fingers pulled at his skin as he slowly slid his hands down his face, he felt like he was losing his mind. He tried to contain his anger, he didn’t want to yell at you and potentially drive you further into that bastard's arms but he could help the aggression that seeped into his voice as he asked, “More than me?”
“No,” you denied immediately, whatever you may have felt for Giyuu paled in comparison to your love for Sanemi, “Of course not.”
“I-,” He didn’t even know what to say to that. He thought he’d be relieved that your feelings were stronger for him than they ever would be for that parasite but knowing that he shared your heart with another, even if it was only 0.01%, filled him with rage and jealousy. As his calm facade began to crack, he determined that it would be best to end the conversation now. He needed to clear his head. “I’m gonna go.”
“Sanemi-,” you took a step toward him but froze when he held up a hand, urging you to stay back.
“I need to think,” he was already walking away from you as he added, “We’ll talk later.”
You watched him disappear from your sight before you made your way down the path, headed for your own estate. It was for the best, you convinced yourself, you needed time to think things over as well. Of course if given the choice between the two men, you’d choose Sanemi without a doubt. And you were sure Giyuu felt similarly, he wouldn’t want to give the Wind Pillar another reason to hate him. If your friendship truly had to be severed for the sake of your relationship with Sanemi then so be it.
But you didn’t want it to come to that if there was another way to fix this mess. Giyuu had become one of your closest confidants, someone who you could rely on, someone who understood and didn’t judge you. Cutting ties with him would be your last resort if all else failed. You wondered how you could close the rift between them, if you could at all.
A week later, your crow was sent to the Wind Estate requesting for Sanemi’s presence. He contemplated ignoring it but he knew he couldn’t run away from his problems forever. Your words played over and over again in his head like a broken record. He’d talked himself into thinking that in your mind he came before the Water Hashira, that you’d choose him over that loser any day. But now as he made his way to your estate, he wasn’t so sure of himself. He worried that this meeting would end the same way the last confrontation did, with you confirming his biggest fears.
As he walked through the entrance gate, he saw you standing in the doorway of your manor waiting for him. His shoes dragged along the gravel trail as he slowly made his way toward you, clearly stalling. When he finally stopped in front of you, you politely greeted him. He just stood there for a moment, taking in your appearance. Your hair was pulled back, showing off your flushed face, the sunset casted a pink glow over you and enhanced your blush as you stared up at him with those stupid lovesick eyes that always made him weak in the knees.
Fuck it. His rough hands slid under your shirt, grabbing the soft skin along your waist and pulled you into him. Before either of you knew it, his lips were on yours in a heated kiss. He’d folded instantly, he knew he shouldn't have but it felt as if he was having withdrawals. You two had spent far longer than just a week apart when you were both sent on missions. But all of the anxiety he had over losing you made the week feel like a year with each hour passing by painfully slow. If his resolve wasn’t already snapped in half, it was absolutely destroyed when your sweet voice spoke four words, “Come to the bedroom.”
As you led him to your room, the two of you had passed by multiple servants and trainees. None of them so much as batted an eye at the Wind Pillar as they were all accustomed to his nightly visits. This gave him a feeling of superiority, knowing that he was such a familiar presence in your life that others were used to seeing you two together. Had Giyuu been the one you were taking to bed instead of him, he was sure they’d all look at you like you had two heads. Tonight he’d worship you, prove to you that he was the better man and he’d make sure that you screamed his name loud enough so that everyone else would know that you belonged to him.
You stopped outside of your bedroom door, turning your head to look down each end of the hall to make sure no one was coming and grabbed Sanemi by his collar, pulling him down to meet your lips once again. Without breaking the kiss, you slid the door open and backed into the room, dragging your lover with you as he shut the door behind him. His hands roamed up and down your body, groping you in all your soft spots as his mouth devoured your own.
Something's off, his conscious whispered. He tried to ignore it and focus on you, thinking about what he was going to do to give you the best night of your life. But his thoughts kept getting derailed as he became increasingly more aware of his surroundings. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, it almost felt as if there was another presence in the room. Although he knew that he was probably being paranoid, his eyes fluttered open. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a figure behind you.
His back hit the door as he ripped himself from your grasp. His momentary fear was replaced by anger as he saw the source of his misery sitting quietly at the end of your bed. Sanemi’s eye twitched, that freak had just sat there and watched you two touch each other like a pervert.
Just as he was about to tell that damn Water Pillar off, you took his face between your hands and directed his attention back to you. “Just hear me out, okay?”
Realizing that you’d orchestrated, whatever the hell this was, brought back that sinking feeling in his stomach, like you were slipping through his fingers and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Through gritted teeth he asked, “What the hell is he doing here?”
You took a deep breath, you anticipated this kind of reaction but it didn’t make you feel any less nervous. “Here's the deal,” you began, “If you want him to leave then he’ll go. And I’ll stay away from him if that’s what you want.” You paused, not sure how he’d take what you were about to say next. “But I wanna try to fix this if I can. I care a lot about both of you.”
You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression hadn’t changed and he didn’t say anything. You rested your head on his chest, your hands trailed down his arm to hold his hand. “It’s up to you though. Our relationship is my first priority so we won't do anything you're uncomfortable with.”
His breath hitched at your next words, “I love you.”
The tips of his ears heated up and his heart thumped rapidly, it was the first time you’d ever said that to him. He looked at Giyuu, his idiotic face held no emotion as always. Regardless he found himself wishing that the other man was dying on the inside knowing that your declaration of love wasn’t directed at him.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
All three of you knew what he was doing, trying to rub salt into the wound. It was cruel but you were determined to show him that he was the one you cared most about. You’d give up just about anything if it meant you got to keep him. So you repeated it once more, “I love you, Sanemi.”
He held eye contact with Giyuu as you spoke. If what you said had upset the Water Pillar, he was doing a good job of hiding it. Resentment flared inside Sanemi at his lack of a reaction, was this all a joke to him? His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. He’d show that bastard, he thought, he’d show him who you cried out for, who you craved, who you loved.
He looked back to you, giving your ass a rough squeeze as he ordered, “Get your clothes off and get on the bed.”
You eagerly followed his command with excitement rushing through your veins as Sanemi shrugged off his own clothes before he noticed Giyuu still sitting on the bed watching you two underess. “That means you too, idiot!”
You were sandwiched between the two boys as they kissed and sucked each side of your neck. Precum leaked through Giyuu’s boxers, his clothed cock rubbing against the curve of your ass. Meanwhile, Sanemi’s erection stood proudly between your stomachs, twitching at the friction your embrace provided.
The left side of your neck and collarbone were littered in an absurd amount of purple hickeys. The artist behind the work was none other than Sanemi himself who was determined to prove himself more worthy of your love than the leech behind you. Your right side had considerably less love bites and, in contrast to the intense mares on your left, they were a soft shade of red. You figured Giyuu might’ve been inexperienced by the way he tried to copy whatever Sanemi did, occasionally causing their hands to bump into each other to which Sanemi would slap the other man's hand away and continue to grasp your plush skin.
You gasped as your lover’s teeth dug into your shoulder, earning you a much gentler bite on your other shoulder. Your fingers gripped his jaw, carefully prying his mouth from your flesh. He was captivated by you, the blush adorning your face spread from ear to ear, your lips parted as you let out pleasured pants that caused your bare chest to heave. He was hypnotized by your lidded eyes, the trance you had him under only breaking when you tilted your head to the side. Over your shoulder he saw that you held Giyuu’s jaw in your other hand. With both of their faces in your grasp, you guided them toward each other.
Sanemi’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, stopping your movement but not forcing you to let go entirely. “What are you doing?”
You shrugged, your voice a mix between sultry and breathy as you playfully teased, “I just thought you guys should kiss and makeup.”
You felt his grip on your arm tighten as he processed your joke. Just as you were about to assure him that he didn’t have to do it if he didn’t want to, Giyuu’s voice cut you off, “It’s just one kiss, for her.” That was the first thing since Sanemi had arrived. His eyes, an endless sea of blue, stared into his comrade’s as he tried to provoke him. “That should be simple enough for you. It’s child’s play.”
A vein popped in Sanemi’s forehead, that dumbass was trying to get back at him for flaunting your love in his face. Sanemi was partially satisfied that he had managed to bruise the other man’s ego but he didn’t appreciate the push back. “Fuck it.” Not willing to back down from Giyuu’s challenge, Sanemi grabbed the back of his neck so hard that it was sure to leave bruises and yanked him into a rough kiss.
As you slid out from between them to get a better view of the harsh display, your lover slapped a hand on Giyuu’s shoulder to make sure that he didn’t try to close the distance that separated their bodies. Your pussy pulsed and clenched around nothing as you watched the two most attractive men you knew come together, even if it was in such a mean spirited way, with clashing teeth and aggressive growls.
You ran your hands up and down your body, thoroughly enjoying the show. Honestly, Sanemi had held the kiss longer than you though he would. You wondered if he had surprised himself with how long he’d allowed this to go on. Your cunt throbbed, a fire building in the pit of your stomach at the idea that maybe he secretly liked it. Of course, even if he did, he’d probably never admit it. Your eyes traveled down his body, his cock was still painfully hard. Although the chances were slim, you wondered if you could ever convince Sanemi to let Giyuu help you pleasure him with your mouths.
As you reached out to grasp his cock, he shoved Giyuu away. His voice was laced with disdain as he insulted, “That was disgusting.” He was tempted to spit to prove his point but decided against it since you would probably tear him a new one if he went spitting on your bedroom floor.
Giyuu’s eyes shifted down to his scars, biting back, “I’m sure you’ve been through worse.”
Before Sanemi could shoot back a nasty comment, you stroked his cock to distract him while you pleaded, “Don’t fight you two.” You pressed a sweet kiss to your lover’s lips, capturing his full attention. “Thank you for doing that. It was very sweet.”
His face heated up at your praise, he tried to downplay it by saying, “Whatever, as long as you enjoyed it.”
You nuzzled your face into his chest. “I did.”
Embarrassed by the mushy feelings you were giving him, all while your hand was still slowly moving up and down his cock, he changed the subject, “How are we doing this.”
“However you feel comfortable doing it,” you answered.
He pondered it for a moment, the whole reason he’d agreed to this in the first place was because he wanted to show off how well he knew your body. To prove that he was the better man, that he was the only man who could fill your every desire, that you were made for him and him alone. Regardless of all that, he wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of Giyuu fucking you. His gaze alternated between the two of you before he decided, “He can have your mouth, I want your pussy.”
“Okay.” You sent him a soft smile in encouragement before turning your attention to Giyuu. “Why don’t you lay down.” He did as you told him to, spreading his legs to make room for you. You crawled in between his legs, propping yourself up on your forearms and sticking your ass in the air. You glanced behind you at Sanemi who was getting comfortable behind you. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” After getting the confirmation from Sanemi, you looked back to Giyuu who nodded to let you know that he was ready. Sanemi ran a finger between your folds, shocked to see how wet you’d gotten from his little ‘performance’, you barely needed any prep. He was slightly annoyed that seeing him kiss that idiot was what got you so soaked. “Tch.”
You leaned forward, grasping the band of Giyuu’s boxers between your teeth and slowly tugging them down until his cock sprang free, nearly hitting you in the face as it slapped against his stomach. You flinched, letting out a yelp when all of a sudden Sanemi’s hand came down on your ass. “Why don’t you ever do that for me?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the question. Probably because you’re always in such a rush to fuck me that you rip off our clothes before I have the chance. You decided against answering him for the sake of keeping the peace. With your ass still stinging from Sanemi’s harsh slap, you wrapped a hand around Giyuu’s cock, bringing it to meet your mouth. Just as your lips brushed against the tip, you were yanked back by two large hands on your waist. Sanemi lined his cock up to your entrance, pretending like he hadn't done anything. You knew that he was fully aware of what he just did but if you brought it up he’d probably just deny it. With Giyuu now out of your reach, thanks to Sanemi, you suggested, “How about you fuck my face instead, Giyuu.”
Giyuu pulled his boxers off and got on his knees in front of you. This time he was the one directing his cock toward your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the tip, trying to tease him a little before taking the whole thing. Of course, it didn’t work out that way, yet again thanks to Sanemi who’d shoved his whole girth into you without warning, forcing your face further down Giyuu’s cock.
A thumb softly stroked your jaw causing you to look up at the man above you with your face still stuffed full of his cock. It was unusual to see him with such a caring expression since he was always so emotionless. “Are you okay?”
“Shut the hell up,” Sanemi groaned, the intimate tone Giyuu had used toward you was getting on his last nerve, “You're gonna make me go soft.”
Sanemi’s hips vigorously slapped against your ass, his fat cock stroking your insides at a harsh, rapid, pace. You tried to be gentle with Giyuu but the momentum of your body made you pleasure him the same way Sanemi was pleasuring you, rough and sloppy. Each snap of his hips pushed your face along Giyuu’s cock, making you fit even more in your mouth than you already were. You moaned around his cock each time Sanemi’s balls hit your clit, giving you short bursts of electric pleasure.
Sanemi ignored Giyuu’s grunts of pleasure and focused on the noises you were making. The cock in your mouth and the sound of you gagging made whatever you were saying unintelligible but he could tell that it was three syllables long. He let out a laugh. “That’s right. Sa-ne-mi.” Each syllable was followed by a harsh thrust. Even when you were face first into another man's dick you were still moaning his name.
Giyuu’s torso tensed, trying to hold in a moan as your sounds sent vibrations through his cock. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he buried himself to the hilt, which proved to be slightly difficult with Sanemi’s swift movement. You almost choked as he spilt his seed down your throat. You swallowed his salty cum and pulled off his softening cock with a wet ‘pop’.
Sanemi took the opportunity to steal you away from Giyuu. He pulled you to the other side of the bed and threw you on your back, wasting no time climbing on top of you and easing his cock back into your tight cunt. Now that your mouth wasn’t occupied, both of the boys could hear you loud and clear as your moans of Sanemi’s name bounced off the walls.
This is what he’d wanted all along. He wanted Giyuu to see the passion and love you two held for each other. You stared into each others eyes as he fucked into you, your souls colliding. You held him close, calling out for him and only him. He wanted Giyuu to know that he wasn’t stealing his place in your heart. No way in hell. You were his until the end of time.
“Sanemi!” Even as your eyes clouded over from the overwhelming sense of pleasure that only he could give you, you didn’t break eye contact, keeping the doorway between your souls open until Sanemi would reach his own Nirvana. Even as your body was shaking from the overstimulation, tears brimming in your eyes, you still held him close. You were soulmates and Giyuu would never replace him.
You were His.
His.
His.
His.
“Mine,” he moaned as he reached his peak, releasing inside you and staking his claim. He brushed a few stray hairs from your face, his knuckles affectionately grazing your cheekbone. “Did I make you feel good?”
“It was amazing,” you assured him, combing your fingers through his hair. He stayed on top for you for a moment, drinking in your appearance. Despite all the teasing he put you through, he truly did love you more than anything. “You are so beautiful.”
You smiled up at him, relishing in his affection. Unfortunately, your lover's embrace didn’t last long. Sanemi tensed when he felt warm liquid ropes hit his back. He slowly turned his head to look at the man responsible. His soft features morphing into his usual terrifying expression of anger.
“Sanemi-,” you tried to stop him but it was too late, he tackled the Water Hashira off the bed and was now trying to rip his head off. Too tired to break them up, you pulled the covers over your body, falling asleep to the sound of your lover and best friend trying to kill each other.
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a/n: no i didnt steal the "pretty" line from bojack and remix it haha what??
Sanemi despises foolish people.
But he relishes in fucking you senseless on his cock.
Your legs hang over his left shoulder, which his forearms grasp tightly. Your ass firmly pressed against his groin as he drove himself into you ruthlessly, relentlessly. He intends to put his strength to grand use.
His thick shaft dragged outwards, to its’ very tip, before he mercilessly thrusts himself again, into your warmth. He heaves softly in ecstasy, immersing in your velvety confines contracting around him. The vulgar, wet sound of your cunt's pleasure reverberates across the small space.
His sack repeatedly strikes against your clit's lips, near to bruising. His hips continue to swing at a fluid, harsh speed.
Sanemi bites his lower lip with amusement, watching the display of his shaft delve into your cunt. Gazing at the expression of thrill upon your face.
He savors the pleasant whines that emanate from your lips, which ring like a melody in his ears.
You looked pathetic. So fragile. He adored it all.
He leans closer, his palm resting against your cheek. He glides his thumb against your glossy lips. His touch ignites a fire deep within you, shooting thrills through your back.
He spoke through heavy breath. “Your pretty face– ha– is so fuckin’ slutty…when takin’ cock.”
You whined meekly at his words, as you strained to think clearly- nevertheless comprehend what he was saying to you. Most of your surroundings were a haze.
You narrowly strung your words together, and replied.
“You– You think its’ pretty?”
Sanemi peers at you, near baffled, before grinning warmly. His cheeks flushing lightly. He brushes his lips against your thighs, gazing at you lovingly.
“Prettiest thing in the world. It’s my damn favourite thing to stare at.”
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heart to heart // sanemi shinazugawa
something about seeing you pregnant & all dressed up gets sanemi feral, he just can’t keep his hands off you, even if you have plans.
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content warnings: ageless blogs/minors dni - fem!reader - pregnancy mentions & pregnancy sex - reader in a dress - unprotected sex - sweet/intimate sex - handjob - slight praise - a bit of teasing - nicknames - not beta read its 4am lol
note: happy late mothers day, i spent more time on the banner than i did on the fic (/j) because i had a specific idea and now its no longer mothers day but hey, fuck it we ball
“Stop teasing me or just fuck me, we’re going to be late baby.” you mumbled, crossing your arms and glaring at your lover who had been kissing and feeling you up for the past 30 minutes, leaving you hot & bothered and also sexually frustrated.
“That’s my girl, I’ll be quick I promise.” Sanemi smirked, gently pushing you on your back, hovering over you and taking in his view. How could he not? Especially when you got all pretty and dressed up, showing off your small baby bump, the pregnancy glow practically shining through, making him go feral.
“Mhm Nemi, hurry up.” you whined, moving your dress up a bit & spreading your legs, giving him easier access.
“Oh baby… you’re already drenched, were you that desperate?” he fake pitied you, referring to the damp spot on your panties as he teasingly rubbed you through the fabric.
“You’re so mean, Nemi.” you whined a bit, being desperate to be touched, to feel anything in general. “You love me.” Sanemi smirked, pulling your panties down just enough to slide in easily. Quickly, he got rid of most of his clothes, spitting on his cock as lube after and giving his hard member a few pumps before lining up with your entrance.
“I bet I can just slide in, can’t I baby?” “You’ve taken this cock so many times after all.”
“Well then just do it, we’re in a hurry.” you told him sternly, only for him to laugh as he teased you with his tip. “Easy baby, easy.” Sanemi hushed you, slowly pushing in inch by inch, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers in the process.
“You’re so fucking breathtaking.” Sanemi groaned, giving you a second to adjust while he looked down at you, looking at you with all the love & lust in the world. Sanemi just absolutely loved how you looked when pregnant, your small bump, your stretch marks, your chest getting slightly bigger, all of it being a result and a reminder of yet another creation of you two. His huge breeding kink played hand in hand with it, that probably being the reason that this was your third kid on the way.
“Even when I’m like t-this?” you questioned, a moan slipping out mid sentence as Sanemi slowly started moving, not giving you a chance to properly say it.
“Always and forever.” he mumbled between kisses, resting his forehead against yours afterwards.
A small giggle left your lips as you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment and allowing yourself to get lost in pleasure as you squeezed his hand. You were so lucky to get a sweet and caring boyfriend like him, even though his attitude was something else to deal with, he had this sweet & loving side to him, one you’d never trade for anything in the world.
“I love you.” Sanemi groaned, burying his face into your neck as he picked up his pace a bit more, trying his back to hold back and not to be too rough. Even though all he wanted to do was fuck you hard & rough, get you dumb on his cock, he couldn’t, at least not right now. He never dared to be too rough with you through your pregnancies, he put your pleasure before his, because seeing you feeling good was more than enough for him to get off too.
“Mhm— I love you too.” you smiled, running your hand through his hair as he left kisses on your neck, sucking & licking on some spots, leaving behind his mark, making you moan into his ear and pull on his hair.
“Like it when I mark you up, don’t you?” Sanemi mumbled against your neck, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room as he fucked into you at a languid pace, his tip kissing your sweet spot with every thrust, making you see stars.
You were extremely sensitive and needy the past few days, so sensitive that you easily came and lost yourself in pleasure, leaving you yearning for your husband’s touch. Lucky for you, he didn’t mind it at all and was there to tend your needs at all times.
“You k-know I do.” you whimpered, bucking your hips up for more friction, only for Sanemi to hold you back.
“Relax my love.” he told you sweetly, pampering you in kisses while his hand slid between your legs and he gently started to rub your clit, never slowing down his movements in the process.
“Just lay down and enjoy yourself— fuck.” “Just let me do the work alright?”
All you could do was nod desperately and grab onto his back, slightly digging your nails in as you moaned and blabbered on about how good he was making you feel and how you wanted more.
You were just like putty in his hands, ice that was melting under his warm touch. Sanemi knew your body like the back of his hand after all.
“R-Right there, don’t stop, please.” you begged, your legs slightly trembling as you felt that familiar knot.
“Good girl, go ahead and cum for me whenever you’re ready.” Sanemi whispered into your ear, his thrusts becoming a bit rougher while he continued rubbing your clit, knowing from the way your body reacted, you were ready to snap at any given moment.
That was all you needed to hear before you released around him, crying out his name and holding onto him for support as your orgasm came crashing down. “There you go, that’s my girl.” Sanemi praised you, helping you through your high, ignoring his own needs, placing sweet kisses on your cheeks.
“T-Thank you Nemi.” you smiled at him, catching your breath as you ran your hands through his hair, relaxing after a moment until you realized something.
“Baby?” you asked sweetly, breathe still a bit shaky from your orgasm.
“Yes?” Sanemi answered, looking at you as he slowly pulled out, leaving you both gasping. “You didn’t cum, did you?” you continued, stroking his sides gently while locking eyes with his, knowing he couldn’t lie to you.
“It’s alright— you enjoyed yourself didn’t you?” Sanemi reassured you, laying down next to you happily and you shook your head. “I did but still…” you mumbled, hand trailing down his chest, slightly teasing his length before wrapping your fingers around it after, starting to pump up and down.
“You’re still rock hard baby, I wanna see you cum.” you pouted a bit, looking at his tinted cheeks as you continued, picking up your pace as he became more vocal with each passing second.
“Baby… i-it’s ok.” Sanemi tried to convince you, cock twitching in your hands after, ruining his plans. You knew he was close, it was only a matter of time.
“Stop being so stubborn and cum, cum for me baby.” you whispered into his ear, giggling a bit when he desperately fucked into your fist, releasing all over your hand and his chest seconds later.
“There you go.” you smirked, helping him through his high and licking your fingers clean after while maintaining eye contact with him.
“We’re so late aren’t we.” Sanemi breathed out, pulling you in a needy kiss after catching his breath, not giving you a chance to reply. He groaned a bit when tasting himself on your tongue, gently placing his hands on your sides.
“And who’s fault is that?” you frowned, pulling back before he could deepen the kiss.
“Well— you looked too good, I couldn’t help myself.” Sanemi shrugged and you playfully slapped him, rolling your eyes after.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” you laughed, being pampered in kisses by him once again. Sanemi was all giddy, smiling from ear to ear as he placed kisses all over your body, lastly on your little baby bump, looking up at you with a big smile.
“Happy mother’s day mama.”
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Sanemi is usually cold, even borderline rude to the Kakushi, who usually just deal with it by ignoring it. Not you, though. You've heard the stories about his intimidating demeanor, listened to your fellow coworkers let out exasperated groans at being assigned to him for even the simplest tasks, all because they really don't want to be around him.
So when you're finally assigned to him, in charge of fixing a tear on his uniform, you already have your guard up, your hackles raised. You know you're supposed to be good, but if a whiff of bad behavior on his end arises, you can't promise to behave.
He's at his usual training grounds, mangled bamboo pieces littered all over the dirt. You approach him cautiously, his back turned toward you. Without warning, he strips his top off, tossing it aggressively behind him. It lands directly on your face, the fabric hot, heavily laced with his scent, which is surprisingly sweet. He doesn't greet you, nor does he even turn around to face you. "Fix it," is all he mutters, raising his sword to strike the remaining bamboo in front of him.
Feeling safe since his back is towards you, you roll your eyes at him. Then, on your way out, you grumble under your breath, "No please?"
The following week, you're assigned to him again, this time to clean up his mess at the training grounds. He's been at it for hours, the sun beating down on him, his exposed chest glistening with sweat. If he wasn't such an asshole, maybe you'd find him attractive. Hell, even with his shitty personality, it's hard to deny.
When you arrive, he faces you, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "Clean it up," he orders through gritted teeth. He stares at you for a second longer than needed, then turns around to walk away. You bend down to start picking up the pieces, mumbling, "You're welcome."
He stops in his tracks, as if something has captured his attention. You hold your breath, waiting for his next move. But he continues in his path until he's completely gone.
The third assignment is an odd one. You're called to his home late at night, asked to bring some healing supplies with you. Apparently, Sanemi injured himself while he was sharpening his blades in his room, an unusual occurrence for Hashira. Nevertheless, you show up, following him into his room, waiting for his instructions.
He sits at the edge of the bed, displaying his hand to you, a fresh cut across his palm. No words this time, just a grunt, his gaze avoiding yours.
You can't resist; you roll your eyes at him, sighing. And he catches you.
It happens quickly. A huge gust of wind, the ointment and gauze from your grasp drops to the floor, and you're pushed against his dresser, his body pressed to yours. The mask falls from your face, revealing your terrified expression, eyes shut, lips trembling. His breath is hot on your skin, incredibly close you can hear his heart beating rapidly.
It's silent for what feels like an eternity. You swallow hard, mustering the courage to open your eyes. His usual crazed expression is now one of yearning, pleading. Something between you captures your attention, and you soon realize that he's aroused. Really aroused.
When he finally speaks, his voice is low and trembling, like he's trying to restrain himself. "Please."
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Ohagi
summary: sanemi thanks you for the ohagi
warnings: smut, p in v, rough sex, prone bone position, hand holding, crying, squirting, overstimulation, minors DNI
a/n: set during the first part of Con La Brisa inspired by this post by @peachdues <3
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air of your bedroom. Sanemi tightens his grip on your hips, his nails biting into your skin, the sharp roll of his hips as he pistons into you makes your head fuzzy.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He growls eyes locked on your entrance as he watches himself glide in and out of your puffy cunt. A milky translucent ring forms around his base as your slick coats his dick.
He reaches for your clit, swollen and sensitive, and circles it lazily, teasing you as he pounds his hips against yours grunting, and gasping as he lowers his head, closing his eyes for a moment trying his hardest to not come from just the sight of you being spread so open inviting him in.
“Sanemi please!” You moan out breathily, as you push against his lower stomach, the building pleasure is almost too much for you.
He leans over you, grabbing your hands with his and intertwining your fingers together in one and holding the other over your heads. You shiver as he licks and kisses your chest, his hair tickling your skin as he moves up to your neck then to your face, finally planting a soft kiss to your lips. The gentleness of the action completely contrasting his ruthless momentum that has you sliding up the futon.
“Nemi! I’m-!” You cry out but he silences you with a particularly harsh thrust.
“I know.” He interrupts holding back a groan as he feels you start to tighten up around him, pinning both your hands above your head he speeds up, his thrusts becoming sloppy.
Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm hits you hard, but Sanemi doesn’t relent. He fucks your through it, relishing in the feel of your fluttering walls as he licks at the tears falling from your cheeks.
Sitting up on his haunches Sanemi pulls you up holding you to his chest. He clutches your hips tight as he buries himself as deep as he could go, cumming into you with a groan.
When he finally lets go of you, you crumble to the futon unceremoniously. Limbs too limp and tired to fully support yourself up any longer. Closing your eyes for a moment you tried to steady your breathing as the cool night air crept into the room, cooling your warm skin.
“Turn over.”
Your eyes snap open and your cheeks darken with a blush. Sanemi kneels above you, caging you on with his arms, dick still visibly hard and pupils blown wide.
“B-but you already-!” You started to protest, you could feel his thick come starting to leak out of you, there had to be no way he had more left in him, but he renders you speechless as he grips you roughly by the arms and flips you over onto your stomach.
“Not done with you yet.” Is all you had time to hear him mutter as he strokes his cock up and down your slit, recoating himself in your mixed fluids before rutting himself into your hole in the prone position. You grip the sheets of your futon between tense fingers as Sanemi grinds into you mercilessly.
Right off the bat his pace is unrelenting and punishing. He pulls out till just the tip before slamming himself back in completely, going just a little deeper each time, as if he’s trying to mold himself into you.
You’re whining and squirming as he fucks you, his face buried against your neck, biting and nipping at your skin as you let buck your hips trying to meet his thrust.
You can feel his cock twitch as he starts to lose his tempo. A heavy feeling starts to settle into his gut and deep in his balls, he’s close and he knows it, he’s not going to last much longer.
You stiffen underneath him as he goes for your clit again rubbing harsh patterns into it. Your eyes screwing shut as you bite into your pillow, crying out into it, your breasts drag along the sheets beneath you as your entire body is pushed forward by the power of his movements.
He lets out a symphony of grunts and moans as he continues to slam into your aching cunt frantically. You take everything he has to give you, crying at the overstimulation and the way he’s making you feel so warm and full at the same time
With a shout he spills inside of you for a second time. His own orgasm triggering yours with a scream as you gushed around him.
It was more intense than the first one, shudders wracked your body as you continued to spasm around him. Sanemi hisses, his hips faltering in their rhythm.
By the time you both came down, your sensitivity was nearing pain, your bodies both trembling and glistening with a layer of sweat and your slick in the pale moonlight.
Flipping you back over onto your back, Sanemi completely coils himself around you, burying his face back into your clavicle as he strokes your sides.
You almost get whiplash at the sudden gentleness of his actions, almost as if this Sanemi and the one who was buried inside of you just moments ago were two totally separate entities. What had gotten him so riled up you wonder as you reach a shaky hand up to card your fingers through his fluffy mess of white hair.
“…thanks for the ohagi.” He mumbles from your neck. From your position you can see his ears turning bright red as he blushed.
So that’s what had gotten into him. You thought lovingly as you smiled up at the ceiling. Leaning down you place a soft kiss to the top of his head, which he responded by holding you to him even harder.
“You’re welcome.”
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— ★ BLOODSHED // SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI
content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, canon typical violence (blood, vomit, death, reader has suicidal thoughts due to survivor’s guilt), conflict (sanemi insults reader a bit but hey) smut (unprotected sex, missionary) mdni
author’s note: saw the demon slayer movie n had thoughts 🫠
word count: 1.6k
Too late.
That was the only words that echoed in Sanemi's mind.
He told you to stay behind the bushes whilst he investigated the scene. Your nose wrinkled at the acrid stench of flesh.
Sanemi was not a childhood friend. He was a familiar face to you when you were both children but he was nowhere near a friend.
The tragedy that struck his family in your village was whispered among the residents. But never fully discussed under Sanemi's blood-curdling glare.
He eventually left to join the Demon Slayer Corps. His younger brother followed in his footsteps.
Fast forward to the present, you were caught amidst the pattern of young women disappearing. Sanemi and Iguro had swooped in to rescue you.
The Wind Hashira and Serpent Hashira bickered amongst themselves as you were thrown across Sanemi's shoulder against your will before they parted ways.
In Sanemi's book, he would've dropped you home with no further explanation. His duty was done.
But as he made his way into the heart of the village, boots slick with blood, and the coppery tang of it mingling with the earthy scent of churned soil wafted to his nose, he realized it wasn't going to be as simple as he wanted it to be.
Corpses were strewn across the ground like discarded puppets, their lifeless forms contorted in unnatural poses. Weapons littered on the ground. It was beyond unnerving.
His eyebrows furrowed. He told you to stay put, and he turned to see you crawling across the ground.
"Are they all dead?" You mustered out. The air was heavy with an eerie silence.
"...Yeah." Sanemi responded voice devoid of emotion, not able to meet your eye.
Your hands covered your mouth as you felt bile scratch your throat. Scrambling away, you felt your chest heave and you threw up with all your might.
The image of children crying and screaming as they cowered with their parents as the demons slaughtered them was too much.
A once bustling marketplace was now reduced to a graveyard, the stalls overturned and splattered with crimson. Laughter and conversation replaced with screams of terror.
That was the last thing you remembered before you felt faint and were submerged in darkness.
Your eyes blearily wrenched open. The atmosphere was different. From the destruction and hollowness of your home, there was warm light that shed through the paper screens and a fragrant aroma mixed with the scent of herbs.
Struggling to sit up, you felt a wrinkled hand press you back down onto the futon. You turned your head to face the kind face.
"Where am I?"
She didn't respond. Rather, she stood up, bowed and exited the room. Leaving you bewildered.
Your clothes had been changed and your feet were no longer scraped and bloody like they were when Sanemi rescued you from the demon's clutches.
Pushing off the covers, you could feel a presence. Your eyes focused on the shoji screen door, and sure enough, Sanemi was sitting cross-legged on the engawa.
He didn't bother to look at you.
"You haven't changed." You said.
He's still brash. Rude. But to you, maybe not to others it's just a defence mechanism. To push people away.
He didn't respond.
"Do you regret...saving me?" You finally questioned.
Sanemi felt his heart race. He was crushed with the guilt of all those villagers dying.
"No." He said bluntly.
"I wish you didn't." You spat and headed back indoors leaving him completely dumbstruck.
Sanemi felt rage boil within him. The vein in his temple throbbed as he saw red.
Within an instant, he shot up to yank the door open as he glared at you, breathing heavily.
"You UNGRATEFUL WENCH!" He bellowed.
You sat up from the futon, eyes widening.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" You screeched, livid at his audacity.
"You heard me, loud and clear!" He spat. "After what I did for you?!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO LIVE IF IT WAS AT THE COST OF AN ENTIRE VILLAGE...?!" You shrieked, a lump forming in your throat.
The words stung him. All the guilt of the massacred village comes crashing down on him.
"YOU STILL LIVE." He seethed. "YOU TAKE THAT CHANCE I GAVE YOU, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"What the HELL is left for me?! YOU SAW IT! IT WAS A GRAVEYARD!" You sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks.
He turned away. His face was beet red, balling up his fists as he shook with a silent rage.
"But you are ALIVE, aren't you?!"
"What use is there being alive...?" You said defeatedly, not wanting to scream anymore as your body began to wrack with sobs. "Just do me a favor, and end my life."
"Don't ask me to do stupid crap like that, you hear me?" Sanemi hissed as he glared at you. "My blade is for those demonic bastards. Not airhead humans."
"I have no reason to live."
"I said, don't talk like that." He said sternly as he grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him.
He practically was lying on you whilst you were sitting on the futon.
The two of you had emotions brewing. Unexplainable. And as terrifying as Sanemi could be, there was a magnetic pull between the two of you.
And it appeared he shared the same sentiment, as he instantly captured your lips for a hungry kiss.
First, your body froze. But when you registered this was something you wanted, with the way heat pooled deep in your gut, you returned the kiss.
Sanemi planted his large and calloused hand onto the back of your neck. He groaned into the kiss as your tongue ventured inside the recess of his mouth, caressing his own.
Hands grasping and shedding clothes off. Ripping, forcing and tugging at the fabric that seemed to be confining the both of you.
Your palms grazed and slid against the taut, firm muscle that was etched with countless scars. His fingers digging and kneading your soft and supple skin, the outlines of your curves and dips.
Pulling away from the heated kiss, gasping for air to latch onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
Closer, closer, he needs to feel you. Your limbs intertwine, Sanemi's digits gripping into the plump flesh of your rear to haul you onto his lap.
Your eyes flutter shut, it's almost heavenly the way his sharp canines sink into your throat, how he alternates between gliding his tongue and grazing the jagged edges.
He wants to devour you whole. And you'd let him over and over again. You want him, you'd let him tear you apart.
The way he growls gutturally as his achingly hard cock merely brushes against your soaked slit.
He pushed you back and began to palm at your breasts, kneading them as he met your lips again, lapping into your mouth.
"Fucking beautiful, y'know that?" He grunts between the sloppy kisses.
"You're okay.." You tease with a smile as your hands skim across his sides.
"I'm better than okay." He chuckles. You wince as he gripped and squeezed your flesh, marking you up.
He finally pulled away, his hands pinning your wrists down. His tongue dragged over his lower lip as his cock throbbed, the way you were spread out for him.
The steady forming red marks littered across your skin, the bite marks, your skin sheen with sweat, the goosebumps all across your arms and the way your lips had swollen.
"Tell me what you want." He rasped out, a predatory glint in his eye. He never thought sex could elicit the same high he got from massacring demons.
"I want you inside me..." You responded meekly.
“Anything for you.”
Sanemi let out a stutter as he slowly pushed himself inside, entering you was true bliss. The way your velvet walls accommodated him.
You mewled at how he stretched you out, your back instantly arching. He met your lips furiously, eyebrows furrowing.
"Want this whole place to hear you scream my name." He mumbled, sweat trickling down his forehead.
Sanemi nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he began to thrust. You were a babbling mess as he buried himself in you to the hilt.
You whined as his nails dug into your hips.
"...Nemi." You mustered out pathetically, the saliva from your kissing dribbling down your chin.
"Need to...cum inside of you, make you mine." He grunted as he pounded into you relentlessly, grunting and snarling as he felt your slick walls clench around his cock.
The room was filled with the heady scent of sex and sweat as he drove you toward the brink of ecstasy.
"S'close, Sanemi..." You breathed out, his thumb dragging against your plump lower lip with a cocky smile.
"Let's cum together, okay...?" He whispered near your ear, uncharacteristically gentle.
You nodded and soon enough, your bodies were in sync, a cacophony of breaths coming in short gasps, moans of pleasure and skin slapping.
Sanemi felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, feeling you grasp around him.
He kept his focus firmly on you, reaching to circle your clit, adding stimulation to push you over the edge.
Your walls pulsated wildly as he slammed into you, his seed spilling deep inside of you in hot spurts.
He instantly collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. It took a moment for him to finally peel himself off of you.
Your eyes raked over his face, your hand cradled the side of his face and he leaned into your touch.
Sanemi barely smiles. If he smiles, it's the thrill-seeking, adrenaline one he gets at the prospect of slashing demons down.
But as your thumb stroked his cheek, you were the only one to see Sanemi Shinazugawa beam at you with tenderness and warmth.
author’s note: if u reached this far tysm!! reblogs n interactions always appreciated hehe yeah btw i got a headache so sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes lawl
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Angry Sex || Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!reader
A/n : Prompt 20 of the Smutember 2023 ( Hello as you can see I'm very late but school and my own health are keeping me away from writing as much as I'd want too. I'm so dizzy I had to come back from school today, though I still wanted / needed to write the end of this fic I started 5 days ago )
The list of prompts is HERE
Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜
Warnings : angry sex, biting, growling, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
Masterlist ⚜
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Word count : 1111
Despite what everyone may think, angry and rough sex wasn't really something he accustomed you with. In fact, Sanemi was quite the lever boy, always being sweet to you, as love making was for him a deep moment of intimacy in vulnerability. Though he was like everyone and sometimes things, even the more pointless, managed to get under his skin. And when he would get home let’s say that you better be off for the next few days, just saying.
Today wasn't like any other day. Your boyfriend, who usually didn’t have any problem getting the respect of his peers, got beaten up by a little boy. Some kind of newbie that came with his sister, a mucking demon. That he told you way after, in the morning the tension finally leaves his body. Because when he came home and you tried to ask him why his face was so bloody but he only wiped his face with the back of his hand and stared at you.
He looked pissed off but with something more adding to it. His pupils were dilated with something similar to lust but the anger was almost taking the upper hand.
“Sanemi are y-”
“Get over here” he growled to you, in a way that wasn't casually for him when he talked to you in the intimacy of your home.
You didn’t need anything more to be said. You walked towards him with a certain anticipation creeping in the back of your head. As soon as you stepped closer enough he literally snatched you like some wild beasts, with his muscular arm tightly wrapped around your waist. His face was so close to you. You could feel his hot and ragged breath fanning against your lips. Suddenly you fell the ground disappear under your feet as he hoisted you on his shoulder.
You were so entranced by his action, as he made his way to your room at a determined pace, that you didn’t hear him the first time. So he repeated himself “‘T’s not going to be like usual” he mumbled once again.
This time you heard and snapped your head towards his, trying to look at his face. But as you managed to finally catch a glimpse of his face he plumped you on the bed. From then, he didn’t waste any time in pouncing over to you to undress you. Of course he made sure you were consenting to continue. Once he himself undressed you couldn't tire your gaze away from his hardening member. Damn.
You still wondered how the fact of being angry could bring his body to react this way. You couldn't say though the thought of it and what you were seeing was enticing. He crawled on the bed, as he set himself between your legs. You could feel his hardness brush against your thigh. You could feel the heat emanating from his strong body.
Then you noticed that his gaze was drifting between your thigh, as if he was trying to gauge how aroused you were. He didn’t want you to hurt while he penetrated you even if he was in this state. He brought his fingers and gently stroked your clit as he pushed his hips forward to gauge the water. His swollen tip brushed against your slick folds, his mouth half opened as a growl escaped past his lips. You were so wet already and he just knew you were ready for him.
After a last quick glance at you, he let go of everything as he entered you with one quick thrust, bottoming out right away. That was now that he was going to let his emotions consume his every action. He almost immediately started pounding your tight warmth, your body suddenly pushed back into the soft mattress. Mattress he bought because well he was a bit worried to destroy your back in the fûton.
His calloused hands firmly held you in place as his hips worked deftly against yours to coax as much the pleasure out of you both. With a swift motion he grabbed your legs and threw them above his shoulders, his length plunging deeper and deeper with the new angle. If you were a moaning mess, he just couldn't help but groan loudly in your ear, as if trying to assess a certain domination. This day and unexpected encounter had a toll on his pride and he just wanted to make sure that he could still get the upper hand when he wanted to.
“S-Sanemi I-I’m going t-” you whimpered, barely able to talk because of the rapid pace he had set.
His head inched closer to the flesh of your shoulder as he spoke lowly “Give it all. Give me everything Y/n” and just like that his teeth sunk in your shoulder. There will definitely be a mark tomorrow. You moaned louder, your walls milking his cock just the way they should to push him over the edge. Each time he dragged his come out before slamming it back in, he could see it covered in your cream and gosh he was this close to pull out and go down on you if he wasn't at this close from painting your insides in white.
His rhythm got more assertive as he neared the edge. The pace got incredibly fast until he felt the knot in his stomach burst in a firework. His hips stuttered against yours, his mouth coming back to yours as if seeking comfort amongst everything that was happening. His balls tensed suddenly just before he started to fill you with his seed, marking as his once again. He clung to you as his body quivered like each time he had such an orgasm.
His hips, way more slowly now kept moving against yours as he emptied himself, until his softened length slided out of you by itself. Your breaths and tongues mingled in a heavy dance, between lust and exhaustion. After a moment he set his head against your breasts, aka the best pillow. His milky hair tickled your skin as he nuzzled against you, sighing contentedly. There he was, your post-orgasmic soft and cuddly Sanemi. His grip got looser as his fingers drew idly patterns on your skin.
“Thank you” he muttered, genuinely grateful for the intimacy you shared, even when he was like this.
“It was my pleasure” you breathed softly as your fingers combed through his hair, relaxing him even further “Whenever you’d like” you added, bringing a rare smile to his lips, as he nuzzled closer to you. He was so so so grateful to have you in his life and so did you.
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Perverted Spanker
⤷ Perv!Sanemi x Fem!Reader
♡ back to portal ♡ demon slayer ♡
words: 1.1k | reading: 6 mins
tags fem!parts, spanking, groping. (lmk if i missed any!)
Sanemi Shinazugawa remained silent, his distant eyes taking all of you in as you stand there in nothing but your nightgown in his quarters.
The silent treatment.
His voice was low and cold, leaving no space for you to argue. “No. More. Mistakes.” You could feel his gaze dancing all over you. The moonlight and your lantern failed to conceal your curves in the thin fabric. “Over my lap.”
You don’t hesitate.
With your feet dangling off the bed, you align his lap with your stomach, putting his pillow directly next to his thigh, allowing for some head comfort for you. You grip the bedsheets in anticipation, holding your breath.
He remained silent, taking in the way you looked just like a petulant brat. And what a brat you were- disobeying his rules and being punished for it seemed to be a theme. He was growing tired of it.
“Let it be the last time you sneak out of your room at night.”
He grabbed the hem of your nightgown, slowly pulling it up, enough to expose your entire ass, no panties as usual. “Slut.” He murmured. You knew what was coming. He likes to surprise you with the first one.
You let out an embarrassed whine as he cupped your ass. The cool breeze from the window made you feel cold yet excited as his hand roamed down to rub your slit. You mumble into the pillow “Mister Shina-”
The man decided to silence you with his large hand slamming against one of your cheeks, the unexpected pain making your eyes and mouth go wide. He waited a few seconds before slapping the other cheek. You don’t disappoint his ego, yelping in pain and wiggling.
He had a glare of annoyance that told you he wasn’t happy with you. Sanemi sighed loudly, and then without warning, he smacked your ass once again, harder. “Stop misbehaving.”
His free hand gripped onto your hip and held it down against his growing erection. “You never fucking listen.” Accompanied by a double smack. You lift your hips by default, tears threatening to spill out. “Now you wanna run away?”
The thought of you seeing his handprint on your skin afterwards made it all worth it. “Fucking brat.” His hands are so rough, the tips of his fingers cold from the wetness of your brief fingering.
Tears fill your eyes as whines spill from your lips. “I'm s-sorry!” comes out of your mouth broken up. He loves when you’re a whiny mess. The sound of every single slap on your butt only made you want it more. “You say that every time.” A few more hits, and then he rested his hand, giving you a squeeze.
“I want you up on your knees. Now.”
You sit up on your knees in the bed, looking at him as tears blur your vision. Sanemi looked directly into your eyes as he finally licked your arousal off of his fingers, your crying and begging only feeding his desire to punish you. His eyes never left yours, his look being equal parts lust and anger.
His mind was all set on you submitting to him completely, and it was working.
“I'm sorry... please, n’more.” You choke out. You’re soaking wet, surely making a puddle on his precious sheets.
He remained silent, the way he stared at you like you were his plaything made your heart pound so hard it almost jumped out of your chest. He leaned forward, his mouth right next to your ear. He whispered a single word in your ear, his breath on your skin making you shudder.
“Beg.”
It was just that, an order. You knew what would happen if you didn't listen... and that made you want it more.
“Please, no more! I learned my lesson-”
“Beg.” He repeated, voice a bit deeper. The only thing on his mind now was to make you submit to him. And only a part of you was fighting him now... and what a small part it was. Almost nonexistent.
“Too late.” He didn’t give you a chance, lifting his hand, you immediately squeeze your thighs together.
You whine continuous apologies, looking at him with wide watery eyes. He smiled, the sight of your tears turning him on so much. He moved to your face and cupped your chin, your wet cheeks still hot to the touch. He leaned in closer, so you were nose to nose with him.
“Damn brat.”
He ran his fingers along your ass, the skin there being hot to the touch, and you could already feel the swollen marks. Your whimpers and whines made his heart flutter in his chest. The feeling was both warm and torturous at the same time.
“Did I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes, Mister Shinazugawa.”
“…then get the hell out.”
He moved his hands away from you. Your butt felt so sore from his discipline. Your hips felt like they were on fire, your thighs being soaked.
As you get up from your bed, you notice a puddle of your essense left behind. The embarrassment on both of your faces are palpable.
“Good night, Mister Shinazugawa.” Oh boy.
He looked away from you and the bed. He didn't expect you to get this... excited. He now knew how submissive you were to him. That was a weakness he would make sure no one would ever be able to exploit.
“Get yourself cleaned up.”
He waited until you were gone from his quarters before he stood. His thoughts of you lingering in his mind as he kneeled before his bed. He couldn't help but want to taste you more. Smell your essence more.
Your wetness staining his bed… The perverted man couldn’t help himself. It was subtle, but he definitely smelled it.
So sweet.
His hand went to the puddle, running his fingertips where your pussy was dripping just moments ago.
This night, he would stay awake... thinking about you.
Sanemi licked his fingers once more with your essence as his eyes closed. He tasted the subtle sweetness... then he heard it. Your whimpering voice from your room, just a small sound that made him think of his next plans.
No, a tease like you... had to be punished more. Your body was definitely something he wanted to have. He pushed the thoughts away as he stood up from the floor, his eyes glazed over with lust.
He felt like he needed more.
He walked out his quarters to assist you.
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𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢; “𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭” & “𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?”
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! brat!reader, outdoor sex, teacher/student, soft knife play (no cutting or blood), sanemi is rude af but still soft spot for you he will deny having, light praise (he can't help it you're gorgeous babe), light spanking
Laying flat on the spongy moss with only your hands-free. Sanemi sits on your thighs, with a firm grasp on your hair, holding a knife to your neck. The submissive position is more of a turn-on than it should be. Clouding your thoughts with lewd fantasy.
He lightly drags the knife across your neck. "You're dead I win!" You moan, sucking in a shaky breath. You're about to explain yourself when Sanemi drags the knife's tip down your side.
He grinds his cock on your squishy cheeks. "You're wriggling so much, moaning like a bitch in heat underneath me." He pulls away, keeping your thighs pinned and slapping your ass.
You speak with your pussy, "Fuck me at knifepoint, use my cunt as your reward for winning. I can take it any way you want, need your cock." Heating floods your body, biting into your bottom lip. He drags the tip of the knife along the curve of your butt cheek.
Sanemi slips the tip of the blade underneath your tight shorts. "Wouldn't that be a reward for you too?" He slices your shorts off. "Do you think you deserve this? After your piss-poor sparring job." Ripping your shorts off the rest of the way.
You furrow your brows, huffing, "I worked hard training! I'm getting better! Maybe a little encouragement to work harder would be a better way of teaching." You freeze when Sanemi glides the tip slowly between your wet lips.
He scoffs, "No panties for your beautiful wet slutty cunt?" He turns the blade flat, rubbing your clit. "Should have expected that from a perverted brat." Your hot cunt clenches from the cool metal.
One quick move from Sanemi is all it would take. But the utter trust you have in the man pinning you down prevents you from being scared.
You smirk. "Fuck it outta me then." Sanemi pulls the knife away, and seconds later he groans,
"You're lucky you taste so fuckin' good. I have something to do after this. "I want you naked on my bed with your legs open for me to bury my frustrations. We'll see who outlasts who." He moves to the side, rolling you over onto your back.
He stands up, pushing his baggy pants down. Your soaking wet cunt throbbing at the glorious sight of Sanemi standing naked in the light of the setting sun. His veiny, thick hard cock is wet with pre-cum.
"Your cock versus my sass might become my new favorite fight. But who knows you might not know how to use your fat cock." You spread your leg when Sanemi kneels in front of you. He grabs his cock, smacking your plush lips and fat clit.
Sanemi lines himself up, parting your wet lips, and nudging your clenching hole. "Right now, I don't give a fuck if you cum. If you cum, you cum, if you don't, not my problem." He grabs your left thigh, pinning it to your side with his weight.
He uses his strength Sanemi roughly ruts his hips forward into your tight soaking cunt. "I can see the beautiful face you make when cumming later tonight. Because I know you're going to want more." Your body jolts, your cunt clenching, Sanemi trembles above you, groaning,
"This isn't a reward for you. It's mine for having to put up with your annoying ass all damn day." Sanemi's pace is steady, yet harsh.
His cock head hitting your spongy cervix. "Shit you feel too damn good, going to make me cum too fast." Your sink your nails into his forearm, splaying your fingers on his sculpted abs. Which flexes beneath your palm with every quick, rough thrust.
You whine, "Fuck! Fuck!" You're scrambling to comprehend the intense, mind-breaking pleasure. Your toes curl from the delicious burn of your tight unprepared cunt stretching for his, fat cock.
He grabs the knife, slicing through your compressional top. "Scream louder for me, princess let the whole damn forest know you're getting fucked." Lightly pressing the knife's tip to your chin, Sanemi kisses your forehead.
"Say red I'll stop, take you to mine, and clean you up." He leans back, dragging the knife down your neck, over your collarbone. "You're doing so good taking my fat cock in your poor little cunt."
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This is the first time in a long, long time that I’ve actually been proud of a fic so I really hope you enjoy it. I’m already formulating a second part in my mind, or maybe a third who knows.
Summary: Sanemi knew you would always be his beacon of light, the only brightness in this dark pathetic world. At night he’d stare up at the same night sky as you, wondering if this is what you were doing right now too— searching out for the North Star that would help guide him back home to you.
All you have with Sanemi Shinazugawa are fleeting moments together, while he tries so desperately not to give you his heart.
Warnings: 18+, blood!mention, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, foreplay, sex with feelings, light choking, Sanemi calls us a slut once, fingering, breeding!mention, slight spoilers for the final arc but moreso to do with Sanemi’s appearance.
Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.
Word Count: 6.3k.
You always enjoyed watching the stars. Constellations swirling above granted you a cherished moment to forget about the mundane routine of life. A welcome break between the early rise of working beneath your father at the family bakehouse, slaving away until each loaf was sold before leaving you to clean up the mess. The local Izakaya called his name as he would not return home until what little profit he’d earned was squandered.
You couldn't even blame him, this wasn’t the life that either of you had wanted or planned for.
Your brother, who was training to become a demon slayer, now dead. Your mother ran away with a travelling merchant she’d met in the village after as though to numb the pain of losing him. You weren’t even sure if she was still alive, but you wondered if she’d been granted the chance of a new start. A new family— forgetting all about you in the process as you were left to this pitiful existence with your drunk of a father.
This was the only time you truly felt serene. Your back was flat against the dewy grass as the cool evening chill whipped at your ankles, toes almost numb from the chill as your eyes met where one pattern ended and another began.
The crunch of footsteps through gravel broke you from your daydream as you jolted straight, wide eyes snapping towards the source of the noise as you noticed a white-haired man hunched over.
“Sanemi?” You had to blink to ensure your eyes weren’t deceiving you, the soft candlelight from your home only enough to add a gentle glow to your surroundings as you stood.
Bare feet rushed through sodden grass as you felt the ache of small pebbles digging into your soles as you made your way towards him, trying to ignore the way the gravel seemed to indent into your skin as you reached him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him, the last time you’d felt him— you weren’t even certain he was still alive until now.
He stopped you when you were close enough, rough palms gripping your arms to keep you at bay. Sanemi’s touch was always bruising, but you knew better than to think he was trying to push you away. You’d learned a long time ago that he struggled to articulate his feelings, and something that once had your heart aching now filled you with a comforting warmth.
“I don’t want to get you dirty.” He shook his head, and it was then you noticed the blood and grime that doused him.
Wondering whether the blood was his, dried crimson caked his skin and the torn fabric of his haori. Wondering if he’d noticed, nor even cared if it was. You felt tears begin to clump in your lashes as you stared up at his lilac eyes, hands reaching out for him despite being held back as you gently prised yourself out of his grip.
“Didn’t I tell you not to stay out this late alone,” He growled, “It’s not safe.”
“I have the sword you left,” You smile up at him, anxious to reach out and hold him, “I remember how to use it.”
Sanemi feels his chest swell with pride that you do, after spending the time to teach you how to properly defend yourself from all the bad in the world. The darkness that shouldn’t sully your perfect soul, although he notices that the sword is nowhere to be seen in the grass beside you.
“I’m unsure what use it is to you when it’s lying more than a stone's throw away.”
“I’ll bring it with me next time,” You laugh, and Sanemi feels himself physically relax at the tone.
Once Sanemi was sure you weren’t going to jump him and ruin your pretty night kimono he let go, allowing you to reach up and place a palm against his cheek as he leaned into your touch. Your hands were freezing from being out in the cool evening air, but his cheek blazed with heat. It was comforting as he exhaled softly, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment to indulge himself with the feeling of you. The saccharine scent of you invaded his senses as his calloused palms found purchase on your hips, gripping you tight as though trying to convince himself that you were real.
His chest was heaving, which made you wonder if he’d struggled to make it here, noticing a fresh gash against his pectoral that answered your question about the source of all the blood.
“Sanemi, you’re hurt.” You mumbled, noticing the blood now dripping onto the gravel beneath your toes.
“‘m fine,” He shook his head, but the state of him seemed otherwise.
“No, you’re not,” You frowned, scrunching your nose so cutely that Sanemi had to physically restrain himself from leaning forward to kiss you.
“I’m fine, woman,” He barked, but there was no bite. Not to you, “I’ve dealt with far worse.”
“Even so,” You shook your head, taking one of his hands in your own, “I’d hate for you to have made it this far just to be scuppered by a surface wound.” Sanemi’s lips curled into a genuine smile at that, teeth bared as he allowed you to lead him back towards your home, “Let me bandage it up so it doesn’t become infected.”
You knew what you were getting into when you started dating the Wind Pillar, despite his numerous attempts to push you away. Telling you it was for your own good, to keep you safe. That you deserved better. And Sanemi was certain that was true, you deserved someone far better than him. Someone that would treat you well, and not leave you wondering whether you'd ever see him again. It was selfish really, for him to expect you to wait for him each time. To settle for fleeting moments and stolen kisses— but it was your fault, you’d done this. You’d made him fall for you. And what good was living a safe life if it didn’t include him?
You lead him around your small nagaya, the bills so high you were certain it wouldn’t be yours for much longer. But you didn’t want to trudge blood through the house and have to explain it to your father when he woke up.
“Let me carry you,” Sanemi started as he noticed your bare soles stepping through the pebbled path, his grip on your hand tightening.
He didn’t even question why you weren’t wearing sandals, like most other men probably would. He knew you loved the stars. It’s as though he understood the exact reason you’d been out here without them, despite the dangers of being alone and vulnerable so late at night. Sanemi knew every part of you, probably even better than you knew yourself and yet somehow he would never quite afford you that same luxury. Always trying to keep you at arm's length, in his own selfish way of protecting you. Or so he thought—
“I’m quite alright to walk, Shinazugawa.” You teased, and you could practically feel the growl vibrate through him once you’d called him by his family name.
“When have I ever been known as Shinazugawa to you?” He sneered, but followed behind as you opened the sliding door.
“I seem to remember you demanding I call you that when my brother trained under you, Shinazugawa.” You smiled softly, ignoring the gentle pang in your heart at the loss of your sibling, “I remember you calling me rather annoying too.”
“I called you a pain in my ass, actually.” He delighted in the sweet laughter that surrounded him at that memory, as he kicked his shoes off at the door.
Sanemi was silent as you sat him down on the wooden floor in the room where you slept as you began to grab the items you would need to patch him up, closing the sliding door behind you as you returned to find him dozing against your futon.
“Oi,” You teased, a habit you’d picked up from him, “Don’t fall asleep yet, you might have a concussion.”
“You think I’m foolish enough to let a demon near my head, woman?”
“No,” You smiled, kneeling beside him as you pulled back the open front of his demon slayer uniform, “But you are foolish enough to hit your head.”
Sanemi’s glare had you breaking out into a soft giggle as you tried to quieten yourself so as not to wake any of the sleeping occupants nearby, shaking your head as he allowed you to work at the wound that marked his skin. Teeth clenched as you pressed gauze against it before bandaging it to prevent dirt from entering the wound. You were glad it didn’t appear to be deep, and would certainly not leave a scar as impressive as the ones that already littered his skin. But as it was still bleeding when he’d arrived, you wondered how long it had been since his battle.
“Why did you come here?” You mumbled as you finished up your haphazard attempt at bandaging his wound. Something you’d learned to do the first time your father had returned home drunk and knocked his head falling over the entry step whilst removing his sandals. A skill you’d tried to hone over the years, but to this day it still seemed to be a work in progress.
But of course, Sanemi still came to you, even though he’d certainly receive better care from the Butterfly Mansion. Or at the very least a better dose of medication to relieve the pain— but time and time again he’d always leave you with the same response.
“I always find my way back to you.”
Which is why he navigated towards you like a compass searching for the North Star. And even after all this time, you still continued to ask the same question. Because you liked the sound of the answer that left his lips.
“You’re foolish to think I take better care of you than the Kakushi there,” You smiled down at him as he grumbled beneath you.
“And yet I’m still alive.”
“I’m unsure whether that’s by luck or chance, but it’s certainly not because of me.” You snort, shaking your head as you reach for the warm water you’d prepared to help clean his dirty skin. Soaking a soft cloth before you began to run it against his forehead and cheeks.
“There’s no need for that,” He scoffs, his large palm wraps around your wrist to pull you away from him as you frown.
“You’re filthy, Sanemi.” You scrunch your nose, “And you stink.”
You were ashamed to admit to him that you loved the way he smelt. His musky sweat was laced with the scent of grass and the rice bran he’d used to wash days earlier. You always found yourself basking in it, allowing it to intoxicate you as you fell even deeper.
“You’ve never had a problem with me being filthy before.” Sanemi ponders, his hand reaching up to smooth over the soft curve of your hip, “In fact, I’m certain I remember you saying you liked it.”
Your cheeks burned from his implication, feeling the neglected space between your thighs throb with desire as you subtly shifted thigh to thigh. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the hashira below you, a cocky smirk on his face as he flattened his palm on your lower back. Pushing down to bring you closer to him, your face hovering mere inches from his own as his warm breath fanned your face.
“I missed you,” You hum softly, admiring the way the flickering burn of your lantern illuminated his chiselled face. Your lips brushed over his own in the faintest kiss, his fingers tightening in the fabric of your nightdress as he tried to pull you back to repeat the motion.
“Not as much as me,” He husked, reaching his other hand up to hold the back of your neck. Two fingers dug into the curve while his calloused thumb stroked your jaw, reconnecting your lips in a deeper kiss. His nose bumped against yours before tilting his head to the side to push his tongue into your eager mouth, finding your own as he swallowed the desperate whine that threatened to spill.
You’d missed this, missed him. Your hands threaded through his messy white hair as your nails dragged against his scalp, causing Sanemi to grunt as he pulled you down to the futon beside him. Curving his frame over you as he groaned deep and low in his throat from the intense pain that shot through his side from the sudden movement.
“Sanemi, you shouldn’t move,” You stared up at him in worry as you broke the kiss, a snarl of irritation appearing on his face as he tried to bring you back to him, “You’re hurt.”
“Shut up,” He snarled, but there was no real malice behind it.
He was far rougher this time as if trying to prove to you that he was fit to do this— to take care of you. Settling himself between your parted thighs as you felt him lean himself on you, a comforting weight as you reconnected your lips. His kiss was far more ferocious, a mess of tongue and teeth as hands disappeared beneath the silken fabric of your night dress. Bunching the material around your hips as he lurched forward, pressing his desire against your clothed core as he swallowed your whines.
You could tell he was exercising restraint. Wanting nothing more than to rip the fabric from your quivering body and reveal your skin to him, but it would be left as evidence of your exploits. And since your father still thought his daughter was pure, it would be a foolish move. Instead, he pushed it higher, letting it settle above the swell of your naked breasts as he bit back a sigh. Teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he broke the kiss to indulge in the sight of you, thumbing the underside of your soft mounds as he watched your nipples stiffen to round peaks in the cool evening air.
How had he been so lucky to find you? To convince someone as perfect as you to lie with him? He had no clue, but he was certain it was evidence of the existence of ame. Not that he would ever make it there, and if this was the closest he’d ever get he would die content.
“Sanemi,” You cooed, breaking him away from his thoughts as you stroked your fingers along his neck. Following the curve of his collarbones as Sanemi dipped his head lower, lips circling one of your taut nipples as he sucked hard. Glaring up at you with purple eyes when you moaned loud, immediately biting down hard on your lip you were certain you’d drawn blood.
“If you can’t be quiet when I touch you here—” He reached a palm up to grope your other breast for emphasis, moulding the skin between his fingers as he massaged gently, “Then how will I be able to feast on your cunt?”
You were noisy. So much so that Sanemi had to press his palm to your mouth to quieten you, a crude smirk on his lips as he nuzzled the junction between your breasts. Kissing a path down your stomach as he followed every line and curve, removing his hand from your mouth when he was more certain you’d be quiet as he reached down to curl his fingers into your panties. Pulling them down your thighs to bare you to him completely.
“Beautiful.” He hummed beneath his breath as his thumbs spread you open, cherishing the way your slick broke off into silvery strings against your folds, “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” You felt hot beneath his sweltering gaze, heart pounding against your ribcage as he settled on his stomach. Pressing the softest kiss to the top of your mound before curling his forearms beneath your parted thighs, shamelessly inhaling the scent of you as he pressed another kiss against you, this time to your sensitive clit.
“Fuck,” The motion had your hips bucking wildly, his palm splayed flat against your pelvis as he tightened his grip around your thighs.
“Still so sensitive,” He murmured, granting you another lingering kiss as he tasted you on his lips, “Is this how much she missed me?”
“Don’t talk like that, Sanemi.” And it wasn’t because he was talking to your cunt and not to you, it was the crude words that seemed to flow from his lips so effortlessly that left your stomach swirling in knots and a delicious ache between your thighs.
“Oh?” He hummed, dragging his tongue through the mess you’d— he’d made between your thighs, “Are you saying she didn’t miss me? Was there another keeping you satisfied while I was gone?”
You could hear the jealousy behind his words, the cruel lilt to his voice that had him digging his fingertips into your skin just that much harder. Sanemi was no fool, he knew you’d make the perfect wife for many respectable men. And he was certain that none would refuse— it wasn’t peculiar to think that you had offers while he was gone, or at the very least the promise of your father selling you to pay off his debts.
But you couldn’t tell him the truth right now. That your father had been searching for a suitor for you, finally settling on one that he deemed fit (and it certainly wasn’t because he was the highest bidder). A man from the next village over who would look after you, you were assured. A man that you could happily live out the rest of your days with, and give up the long hours spent in your father's bakery.
You were certain if Sanemi knew he would see red, even if there was no chance of him asking for your hand instead. A Demon Slayer, a Hashira no less, would make the perfect prize for any young woman. Easily setting you up for life, even if they didn’t make it out alive, nor make it past their twenty-fifth birthday. It was why so many were reluctant to take on wives, content with aiding their needs with the local courtesans whenever they’d rest for the night.
Your father still thought of you as pure, a virgin. If he found out he’d surely sell you to the local brothel to pay off his debts instead, a life far worse than a loveless marriage you supposed. But it wouldn’t make a difference when none of those paths led you to Sanemi.
“It’s only ever been you,” You spoke softly and sincerely as you stared down at your lover, an answer that seemed to appease him as he nuzzled your soft cunt. Unabashedly licking a long stripe from the tight rim of your asshole all the way through your slick, causing you to whine beneath him as his tongue delved deeper, pushing inside your fluttering hole.
“Good.” He spoke against your sex, your fingers winding through his messy hair as you rolled your hips against his face. The flat of his tongue lapped at you as though tasting the sweetest ambrosia, nose nudging your clit as he ate you out with urgency. Moaning into your cunt as he pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, lashing against your inner walls as you writhed against tousled sheets.
You gasped as he added his two right fingers, curling them inside you as he pressed them against the spongy spot inside you that he knew like the back of his hand. His lips wrapped around your puffy clit as he sucked hard, eyes staring up at you from his position as he watched you come apart for him. Your walls trembling in the throws of your climax that surged through you in harsh waves. You’d expected him to stop, to allow you a moment's respite, but he didn’t. Devouring you like a man starved as he continued to feast on your cunt. You were trying desperately to keep quiet, your own hand clamping over your mouth in a feeble attempt to silence yourself as your debauched moans still broke through.
Not that Sanemi was much quieter, the lewd smack of his lips against your sopping folds filled the room as he slurped at your slick. Collecting it in his mouth before crudely spitting it back down on your clit, letting it dribble towards your greedy hole where his fingers were fucking into you with vigour. Feeling your walls clamp down around his ring and pinky finger as he worked you through your climax, intent on giving you another before he even thought about pulling away.
He made it difficult to think as blown eyes stared up at the ceiling, your thighs clamping down around his head as you tried to push him off your overstimulated heat.
“Stop squirmin’,” He snarled against your clit, showcasing his sheer display of strength as he tugged your thighs open for him again, “I know you can take it, and you will.”
Your hole throbbed around his fingers at his crude tone, the pleasure swirling in your pelvis as he worked to draw another orgasm from your pliant body. Watching the way you were trying to blink back tears as he sucked your clit hard, thrashing beneath him as he felt it surge through you in harsh waves.
“Sanemi,” You choked back a sob as you felt the pleasure consume you, thighs trembling as your cunt gushed and throbbed around his digits. Smirking against your slit in satisfaction as he worked you through it, lapping at your clit as you mewled pathetically.
“So beautiful.” He hummed, smacking his lips in satisfaction as he finally pulled away to give you a moment to calm your racing heart. Shamelessly suckling at his fingers as he cleaned your release from them, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against the apex of your thighs.
You gasped as a sudden pain surged through you, feeling Sanemi’s teeth bite down onto the supple skin of your inner thigh as he began to suck a deep bruise into your flesh. Causing your body to convulse as he left his mark on you. He was never foolish enough to leave anything in plain sight, evidence of your debauchery and certain to sign your courtesan sentence. This was his way of leaving his lingering presence on your body, to claim you as his. The subtle ebb of it whenever you walked evidence that you belonged to him— because no matter what, you would always be his.
He pressed a final, soothing kiss to the wound as he moved up your body, settling your thighs over his own as he busied himself with undoing his belt. Letting the top of his uniform settle around his waist as he bared his top half. Slapping your greedy hands away as you reached between your thighs to grab at his thick, heavy cock. The weight of it had it drooping down towards the floor, forking veins following the length of it as they lead towards a blushing uncut tip leaking with pre.
“Don’t you dare,” He chastised as you gave him a needy pout, licking your lips at the thought of how long it had really been, “You know I won’t last.”
You boldly ogled him, watching as he wrapped himself in a strong fist to give himself some relief. Pulling the foreskin back as he smoothed the leaking tip between your dripping folds, covering himself in your slick. Gasping as the bulging head nudged your clit, before it caught against your fluttering hole. Your desperate cunt tried to coax him in as you started to roll your hips towards him invitingly.
“I’m sure you’ve become a greedy succubus since we met,” He goads, grinning down at you whilst pressing the fat tip of his cock against your tight entrance, “So damn needy.”
“It’s your fault,” You bite back, “You’ve turned me into this.”
“Oh, yeah?” He hums pensively, pushing his hips forward as he feels your hole begin to swallow him, “I’ve turned you into a desperate little slut?”
“Only for you.” You cry out when he cants his hips forward at your response, burying his cock inside you with one rough thrust.
“F-uck,” Sanemi’s eyes roll as he feels your cunt consume him whole. His balls pressed snugly against the curve of your ass as the messy hairs sat at the base tickle your clit.
Sanemi had always felt big, the sensation always caught in your throat whenever he’d fill you to the brim. Your exploits are few and far between when he lived the life of a Hashira, never knowing when would be the next time— or if this would be your last. But he always granted you a moment to adjust to his size and a chance for him to admire the way your throat bobbed and your eyes rolled as you felt him fill you whole.
Sanemi settled himself on his forearms on either side of you, his chest pressed skin to skin, so close you could feel each other's heartbeats. His hands held your head as he began to push his hips forward, starting a steady pace as he ground into you.
“I’ve missed you,” He rasped, resting his forehead against yours as his gaze bore into your own. Your arms wound around his body to cling to his muscular back, nails leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake as the blunt head of his cock carved you into the shape of him.
“I missed you too,” You whine, trying to choke back a moan as you pressed your lips to his, “Missed you so much.”
Your thighs clung to his muscular waist, holding him tight as he ground into you. Sending delicious friction directly to your clit as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, wanting to feel every part of him. The curve of his heavy cock was perfectly positioned to drag against the spot inside you that he knew better than the back of his hand, focusing his attention on it with each roll of his hips.
“Taking me so well,” He groaned, already feeling the telltale signs of your impending climax, “Good girl.”
You were Sanemi’s proof that there was still good in the world, that there were still some things worth saving, worth cherishing. His nose brushed against yours as he brought you into another sensual kiss, swallowing the desperate cries that wracked through your body as you tried desperately to keep quiet. Your nails dragged crimson red lines down the expanse of his back as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of another climax, leaving marks he was proud to wear as your toes began to curl.
The coil inside you snapped roughly as you were propelled into your climax. Your entire body convulsing as you came undone, harsh waves of pleasure crashed through you as Sanemi swallowed his name from your throat.
He pulled back to watch you, tilting his head to the side as he fucked you through your release. His mouth was no longer able to conceal the desperate pants that escaped and mixed with the sound of skin against skin as he continued his rough pace.
You turned your head to the side on your soft pillow, shy at the way he was looking at you as he loomed over you. The feeling had your stomach swirling in knots as he brought his hand to your jaw to pull your attention back to focus on him.
“You were so concerned about being loud,” He goaded, leaning forward to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat, “But here you are trying to wake the entire village.”
Your cunt clenched at that, hard. Causing Sanemi to smirk in satisfaction as he started to press down on your windpipe, feeling the way your cunt tightened in response as his hulking form curved over you. Using your body for his own pleasure as he felt the intense heat blazing from between your thighs. Tits bouncing from the ferocity of his thrusts, as you proceeded to wonder if he might actually want you both to be caught like this. So he could finally tell your father that he was taking you away from this and making you, his.
“Oi,” Sanemi’s fingers pulsed against your neck, trying to bring your focus back to him, “Are you still with me? Or have I fucked all sense from you?”
Sanemi’s grin was maniacal as your cunt clenched around him in response, your head lolling back against the pillow as he kept his bruising pace. Unable to do much from this position but lay back and take it as he used your body for his own pleasure.
You felt delirious, the pleasure all-consuming as Sanemi drove his hips forward. Thrusting into you with the stamina and precision only a Hashira could have, his perception telling him exactly how to move in order to have you writhing beneath him as he focused his attention on that same spongy spot inside you. Focusing his thrusts as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each forward motion, dragging his length against your g-spot each time he pulled back.
“Such a greedy little thing,” He provokes, each word annunicated with a rut of his hips. Certain he won’t be able to last much longer, your hips buck up against him and he can feel your slick drooling down his length and coating his balls.
Your hands are fisting the thin sheet covering your futon now, groaning when you realise that he’s trying to hold back. Waiting for you to climax once more before he affords himself the same relief. And it’s hard to hold back, especially when you look so innocent and malleable beneath him. You really were far too good for the likes of him.
Sanemi wonders what he would be like if he did cum inside you, coating your pliant walls with his sticky spend. Imagining how pretty and ethereal you’d look all plump and round as you carry his child, giving him an heir to the Shinazugawa name and carrying his family on through generations. Thinking of the docile life he could spend with you, living the rest of your days peacefully and away from all the trials and tribulations that come with being a Hashira.
But a life like that would never be possible, not when there is still a single demon out there wandering the streets and waiting to destroy every unblemished part of his life. The image of losing you is too much for him to bear, the mere thought of it has an immeasurable pain shooting through him and striking him straight through the heart. Sanemi would do anything to keep you safe, and if it meant being alone for the rest of his days or sacrificing himself for you— he’d do it.
And what’s worse is Sanemi knew you’d let him cum inside you, your mind already fucked stupid and completely intoxicated with arousal. He bets he could get you to agree to anything when you’re like this, so desperate and compliant beneath him. You’d let him bury his cock inside you to the hilt and shoot rope after rope of his hot spend inside your fertile womb.
He’s sweating now. Letting go of your neck in favour of gripping onto your soft hips, the perfect child-bearing hips as he has to bite back a moan. Breaking skin as he gnaws at his bottom lip hard, nose scrunched as he feels the tip of his cock presses snugly against your cervix with each forward motion.
“Sanemi,” You practically sing his name as a warning as he feels the way your walls convulse around his heavy cock, desperately trying to milk him of his release, “I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming.”
He doesn’t bother silencing you this time, indulging in the whiny lilt of your voice as he feels you gush around him. Almost forgetting that he’s supposed to be pulling out as he curses beneath his breath, the coil inside his pelvis snaps abruptly as he manages to pull out, just barely— thick, hot ropes of his potent seed spurt against your quivering cunt as they coat your folds. His rough hand wraps around himself to jerk it roughly as more land against your pelvis and stomach, some making it as far as the underside of your breasts as his chest heaves.
You’re a mess, he thinks as he stares down at the remnants of his spend. His cock still leaking with a final few trickles of his release as he smears it against your inner thigh before sitting back on his haunches to admire the scene. Silvery white coats your clit, drooling all the way down to the curve of your ass as it disappears between your cheeks, settled on top of your mound as it leaves streaky lines along your tummy and then spots around your breasts. But still part of him regrets not finishing inside you, emptying his balls inside your warm, wet cunt to claim you as his.
It’s a bad idea, terribly really— but he can’t help himself, as Sanemi leans down to collect some of his spend on your clit against his thumb, revelling in the way you keen against him from the sensitivity as he dips it lower and pushes it inside your creamy, abused hole. Watching with curious, lilac eyes at how easily and eagerly your body sucks it in. The mess disappears inside your trembling walls as he fucks it deeper, pulling out to smear the rest into your clit as your body shivers and pushes it out with the aftershocks of your climax.
“It’s too much, Sanemi.” You mumble tiredly, trying to cling to his forearms as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
He reaches over to the bowl of water you’d brought in for him, wincing at how tepid it is now as he submerges the cloth, wringing it out between rough fingers as he begins to clean you up. Starting with the drying cum that coats your body as goosebumps begin to prickle your skin from how gentle he is, taking his time to clean the cloth and repeat the process as he nears the junction of your legs. Cleaning his spend from your inner thighs before running the cloth through your sticky folds, pressing a kiss to your knee as you whine about how sensitive you are as he tries to clean you with as much care as he can— As though he’s frightened you might break. He’s gentle as he pulls your nightgown back down your body, smoothing the fabric as he smiles down at you softly.
Sanemi doesn’t bother cleaning himself and refuses your help when you offer it. Perfectly content to leave your drying slick coating his skin as he pulls his pants back up, preparing to tighten his belt before he looks down at the dejected expression on your face.
“Are you not staying for a while, Sanemi?” You mumble softly. Acutely aware that it’s a risk to ask something so bold of him, especially when your father could walk in at any time and catch you with the Wind Hashira.
His gaze softens in a way reserved just for you as he cups your cheek, rough fingers catching against your soft skin as he leans down to connect your lips in a sensual kiss. Wordlessly dropping to the futon beside you as he pulls you into his arms, burying your face in his chest as you listen to the rhythm of his heart beating hard and fast. His fingers stroke absentminded patterns against your back as he buries his nose into the top of your head, greedily surrounding himself with your scent as he cherishes the moment. Trying to commit everything to memory so he can remember this on those dark days when he’s without you.
This should’ve been the moment you told him about the possibility of your father marrying you off, but you couldn’t. He didn’t need to know, and it was better this way. You could tell him in the morning, he was already tired from his travels and you wanted this happiness to last just that little longer.
But you didn’t realise that he’d be gone by morning, the only sign he was ever here was the dirty water, and drops of blood that soaked into the hardwood, and stuck to the fabric of your nightdress. Each time he left you like this, it had you wondering whether that would be the last time you’d see him.
Sanemi knew you would always be his beacon of light, the only brightness in this dark pathetic world. At night he’d stare up at the same night sky as you, wondering if this is what you were doing right now too— searching out for the North Star that would help guide him back home to you.
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— SECRET MEETING
# sanemi shinazugawa
synopsis : you are in a secret relationship with the wind hashira and his desires become unbearable right before he’s about to leave for a new mission.
tags : fem!reader, nsfw, kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly), 1.2k words, not proofread.
a/n : COME GET YOUR FOOD !!! alright okay uh, i decided to finally finish one of my wip and it turned out like this. pls lemme know if i missed a tag, i’m actually pretty bad at tagging smutty works lol. pls keep in mind that english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any error . . . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy <3
you walked out of the hashira meeting beside shinobu, chatting with her. you smiled at her, nodding, before someone grabbed your arm and stopped you. “uzui-san, i swear–” you turned and met sanemi’s face, stopping mid sentence. “shinazugawa-san,” you offered him a smile.
“i need to talk to you… about that mission,” his tone was low, since shinobu was still near waiting for you. his eyes silently communicated with you and when realisation hit you, you nodded and turned to your friend. “shinobu-chan, i’ll see you later. i need to speak with shinazugawa about an important matter,” you explained, bowing to her. “oh, no worries! see you later,” she grinned at you, confusing you a little, and turned around to walk away.
what— your thoughts were interrupted when sanemi started pulling you with him towards a more private place, away from prying eyes.
“i told you to meet after the meeting because i’ll leave soon, dumbass.”
you sent him a glare, offended. “shinobu was talking with me, it would have been rude if i–” you gasped as sanemi leaned closer and kissed your lips fervently. his hands grabbed your hips, as he moved even closer to your body. you didn’t protest as you put your hands on his shoulders, gripping them as his kiss became more heated.
“i missed you so much,” he groaned as his hands started pulling at the buttons of your uniform, desperate to feel your skin under his palms. “d-don’t tear it again,” you tried to help him, careful not to ruin your uniform once again. once your chest was free, his hands moved to caress your skin and he started kneading your breasts. a soft moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.
sanemi’s lips traced the skin of your neck before he moved lower and started biting your skin, his fingers pinching your hardening nipples enough to make you gasp. “w-we shouldn’t… you need to stop,” you noticed him kissing down your body until he reached your belt. “i’m not gonna wait two weeks or more to have a taste of you,” his voice was gruff, but full of desire, and it was enough to make you clench around nothing — and of course agree with him. you gulped and noticed him glancing up at you before kneeling in front of you.
his warm hands started caressing your legs, moving up under your skirt before pulling it up to expose your underwear. your cheeks grew hotter as he smirked at you, noticing a wet patch on it.
“needy, huh?” he licked his lips before removing your underwear, fresh air hitting your center. his eyes stared at your most intimate part with pure lust and hunger. he looked so hot, you couldn’t—
"..sanemi!" you gripped his hair, your head hit the wall behind you. your eyes were closed now, your parted lips caused a few whimpers to slip out before you had to cover your mouth with your own hand. sanemi held your thighs with urgency, as if his life depended on giving you pleasure. you pushed your hips towards him, making his head completely disappear under your skirt. "you taste so good," he groaned against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man.
you tried hard to keep any sound from escaping your mouth, knowing damn well anyone could pass and hear the two of you. not only you two were doing something indecent right under the sun, but no one knew you two were dating — no, everybody thought sanemi could barely stand you, his fellow hashira.
“n-nemi!” you whimpered, securing your hand around your mouth once more as you got distracted by the approaching orgasm. “you close?” you nodded eagerly, your legs quivering. at that, sanemi stopped and lapped at your throbbing clit one last time before getting up. “what the hell?!” you whispered angrily, annoyed. you were so close and sanemi had the audacity to leave you hanging on the verge of flooding his mouth with your sweet essence. it was a loss for him too, though.
“i just remembered the master asked uzui to come back a few time later, that jackass could hear us loud and clear and you know he won’t keep it to himself.”
oh. oh! you were quick to move your hands and undo his belt, pulling his pants open and moved the fundoshi enough to grab his hard cock. “shit baby– should have told you sooner,” he half groaned, smirking at your sudden eagerness. you pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. sanemi got the hint and cupped your cheek with his hand, caressing your hot skin. you stroked his tip, gathering a few drops of precum before starting to pump him a couple of times before sanemi pushed your hand away as a low grunt escaped his lips.
“turn around,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. you did as he asked and felt him pull up your skirt, sanemi spanked your ass as he lost himself for a moment, admiring you. you bit back a moan, feeling the familiar sting. he pulled your hips towards him, making your hands rest against the wall for leverage. he didn’t hesitated further, pushing his cock into you.
you both moaned, a bit too loud for your judgment. as he started thrusting into you, sanemi’s hand wrapped around your mouth letting you moan freely against his palm. your warm walls clenched around him, making him groan. “fuck— you feel amazing,” he rested his forehead between your shoulders. his other hand gripping your hip hard enough you were sure it was gonna leave a handprint.
sanemi’s thrusts grew desperate both for the fear of someone hearing and for the approaching orgasm, for the both of you. you cried out right into his palm, wetting it with your saliva as one of your hand desperately grasped at his wrist. you came hard around him, your juices starting to run down your thighs as sanemi kept moving, his hips slapping against your ass. he was good at keeping quiet, while you were crying from the burning sensation coming from between your legs — a very pleasant sensation.
sanemi hand moved to grope your chest, suddenly needing to feel more of you. his lips met your neck, as he groaned into your skin while he painted your gummy walls with his seed. the feeling of his cock twitching inside you while he came made you clench around him. you shivered when he whimpered at the feeling, as you milked him until he finished emptying himself.
as he removed his hand, you gasped for breath. sanemi pulled away and shivered as he slipped out of your warm and welcoming pussy, already missing the feeling. you turned around slowly and noticed him smiling at you. “lemme help, mh?” he helped you fixing your clothes and silently thanked him.
“good luck on your mission, shinazugawa-san,” you winked at him and then you two shared a final kiss, before parting ways. you bumped right into tengen and tried your best to act casual.
“oh, [l/n]… i thought you left with kocho,” tengen smirked down at you, as if he knew something. “i uh… forgot to speak with oyakata-sama about an important matter,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “ha! right, always focused on your duty as a slayer,” uzui teased you, chuckling, and you tried to not make him suspect anything more as you smiled and bowed to him before walking away.
sanemi too bumped into uzui, but he pushed him out of his way and simply walked away. “you and [l/n] are bonding, huh?” sanemi stopped right in his track, but tried not to turn around. “i still despise her, uzui.”
“what a couple,” he said to himself, chuckling.
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Sanemi crying into your mouth as you kiss him whilst jacking him off in some place where yll can easily get caught.
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a/n: hiii eshaaaa
quickly scrambled a smut post... sorry if this aint of usual standard!!
c/w: handjobs, smut, exhibition? err??
It is late. The moon is beaming above the darkened streets. The city was silent, with the occasional passing of vehicles.
A narrow space separating two buildings- a gloomy alleyway, lit only by the streetlights. Sanemi's imposing back presses against the frigid wall, as he holds to you closely. His palm brushes across your back, as his fingers grip to your clothing.
His eager lips are encased against yours. Beads of sweat begin to form, lightly trickling along his warm skin. He feels you unbuckle his trousers. A heavy breath passes his lips, as you push down on the silky cloth of his boxers.
His desperate shaft opened to the arctic air, pulsing eagerly. Pearly beads of pre form at the tip. His cheeks grow warm, as colour begins to emerge.
You gently wrap your fingers along his straining cock. He whines quietly against your lips, longing for your touch. He felt in need… He craved you.
“Please…”, he pleads breathlessly, his grip tightening.
You brush your thumb over his engorged tip, hearing him whimper and twitch. His veins ached, sensitive to your warmth. Your palm ran along his length, caressing him tenderly.
Your hand preserved a steady rhythm. Sanemis' keen moans of ecstasy brush over your lips.
It felt wrong. You could be caught with such ease.
Yet, it excited him. The thrill of being caught as he cherishes your touch…
He was overcome with lust. It clouded his head with filthy thoughts. His lips blend into yours, drowning out his silken cries of joy.
He loses his ability to think sanely as you quicken your hand. He felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes, his body vulnerable to your pleasure. His chest heaved, as his shaft surged ceaselessly under your grasp.
He was so fragile and delicate beneath you.
His hips bucked, his cock straining for release. Pulsing and jerking, eager to leave a mess. He pants against you, his thighs trembling. Your fingertips brushed along the delicate regions of his shaft.
His thoughts were frantic, yet he could only focus on one thing.
Your touch.
It was the finest thing there was.
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hi besiee (Love ya stories) I was wondering if you could make a fluff/smut head cannons for Sanemi like the fluff one is about he period what he would do if the fem reader was on her period (LIKE ME OMGGG) and the smut is like uhhh... BRUH I JS HAD IT OMGG OMG OMG OMG got it the smut is like when the reader upsets Sanemi and you can do the rest I have nothing else anyways bye bye bestie!
(if you don't wanna do it you don't have to ^-^ bye bestie!)
PS - js call me Octavia it's my name-
Hi Octavia~ Thank you for this HC request!
Alsooo I am so happy that you love my stories 💓 Appreciate the love and support UwU
And with that, I'll try my best to make this HC fluffy and pinch a bit of lemon 🤭
Enjoy~
𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Content Warnings: Upper part is SFW but don't scroll down past the NSFW Warning if you're a minor! MDNI!
🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸
❥ Whenever you're on your period, the days are quite overwhelming for Sanemi. At least before.
❥ When you first told him that you'd gotten your period, the man was like... "Are you really supposed to say this to me?" and blushed redder than a ripe tomato. Give the guy a break; you're his first girlfriend, so he didn't know how to react.
❥ But then he had figured out that giving you foot massages, cuddling with you, and at least lessening his grumpiness helped a lot.
❥ And so he does that, accompanied by lots of kisses and, yes, pampering. If you want food, he'll give you anything; he would even cook for you on those days.
❥ Whenever you have period cramps... (See 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆)
❥ The man is really sweet. Little did you know that he had a calendar marked whenever you're getting your period. And when you saw this, he told you that he just wanted to be extra sweet to you on those days, and he just wanted to prepare for it.
❥ But then, period is equal to no sex. And this could sometimes make Sanemi a little impatient.
❥ Yes, he won't force you to have sex with him, but that doesn't mean that he won't do anything to relieve himself.
❥ At night, when his sex drive is too high, he will often pull down his pants and jerk off beside you. But then, even if he is not trying to wake you up, you'll end up waking up from his little grunts and muffled moans.
❥ And whenever that happens, you'll try to "take care of him" as much as you can. Yes, taking care could mean you taking the initiative to pump his cock up and down, making the man buck his hips up in pleasure. One thing about Sanemi is that he hates his sword being touched by you, but he loves his cock being held by you. And so, that's what you usually do. Jerk your boyfriend off with an unpredicted rhythm that would eventually not just make him cum once on your hand, but mostly twice.
❥ Taking care could also mean boob job. You would often place Sanemi's hard shaft between your boobs, making sure to give a great blow job as you licked the cum on the tip as you rubbed it up and down. Yes, Sanemi loved the way you looked as you did that, kneeling in front of him with his cock between your boobs or inside your hot mouth.
❥ Those are the usual nights, but then, your period could also mean mood changes. When it reached Sanemi's peak and you upset him, he would often roll his eyes at you and leave you for a bit. But then you'll realise you made him feel bad, so what you'll do is mostly give him all the love.
❥ And love could mean you giving him intense blowjobs, with Sanemi tugging your hair or holding your head to make sure he can fuck your mouth deeper.
❥ To make it up to him, sometimes you'll end up swallowing all his cum, showing it on your tongue like a good girl before doing so. Sometimes, you'll also end up letting him give you a facial, making sure you retain eye contact as he ejaculates on your face and boobs, as the Wind Hashira loves that fearful and seductive look of yours.
❥ But yes, you're on your period, so after that intense "work up" and "making up" with Sanemi, he'll give you the best aftercare, cuddle with you after, and tell you how much he loves you before you both end up asleep.
"I love you, baby. You're the best thing in this world. I'm glad I have you."
𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮!
I was thinking to do an intense scene (like the one in Saltburn if you already saw it), but I can't XD I just can't HAHA
Thank you so much for reading this HC!
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Ja ne~
~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸
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★ • ° ` — “Men who show you just how good he can be than your husband. How good he fucking spanks your ass, how good he treats your pussy, how he deliciously rams inside, hitting your womb, and how tasty his cum is inside your womb. All of those he showed you, that not even your husband can.”
gojo satoru, childe, kaeya, diluc, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, bakugo katsuki, ayato, sanemi shinazugawa, muzan kibutsuji, michikatsu tsugikuni, douma, kaigaku.
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TW: Hardcore Sex, Public Sex & Multiple Orgasms
“Any louder and you’ll wake up the entire neighborhood. What? You want them to see us like this? In the alley no less?” He knew you were low key into public sex but to be so exposed and also knowing that the chance that others can see how amazing you look underneath him sent chills through his body. His words did not match the tone of his voice as Sanemi continued to rut into you. “I-I’m trying to-“ you attempt to say before receiving another pump that makes you moan louder than before. “S-shit, you’re noisy” he says while clenching his jaw shut.
His breaths were weak and the way his weight was shifting from almost toppling over you to damn near falling backward were evidence of that. Each pump more sloppier than the last, he finally sensed that soon you both would be reaching your fifth climax of the evening. Grabbing your waist with both hands, he steadies himself and then starts pounding into you with great force which knocks the wind out of you. Your eyes begin to water and with the new found feeling of him reaching a new spot, it had your made your body shake. Before you could fully comprehend, you both cum simultaneously. There’s a brief moment of hushed whimpers before you feel your already sore ass receive a violent slap following with a deep chuckle.
“Trying my ass”.
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