synopsis: How Sanemi is outside of slaying demons.. and how he is in bed!
genre: smut, size kink, brat taming
word count: 553
suggestive content beneath the cut!
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Being in different ranks from your lover was hard, especially for you. It meant Sanemi constantly being gone and him coming home for certain hours at a time just to leave you alone and cold in his estate or leaving him by himself as well.
Though, him being busy didn't stop you from seeing him on missions. If the sites weren't too far, the you'd make your way there on foot, leaving him frustrated.. muttering something about "you're gonna get yourself killed out here, go home, woman", or "you're distracting me, I need to kill these stupid demons!", but he was always glad someone loved him enough to care.
Other times, when the sites were far, you'd clean up his estate and wait for him at home like a housewife, cooking a meal before he arrived home. Only for his hands to immediately be on you as soon as his feet hit the floor of his well cleaned house. Sloppy kisses trailing from the base of your neck to the slope of your shoulder when he feels you up in the fabric of your robe as you continue cooking for the man. Murmuring sweet little nothings in your ear with his gravely voice, "missed you so much, wna’ fuck— we don't gotta eat." but he sits and eats at the table with you anyways 'cause he's a good boyfriend like that. (and always compliments your food)
And when he gets home from those long missions, he makes sure to fuck you good and he takes his time. A strong, shaky hand hoisting himself up as he uses the other to align himself with you before he bottoms out completely in one push. The first initial stretch is always the best feeling with him, goes to show how thick he is and it makes your eyes water— it drives him crazy knowing that he can just barely fit inside of you. He rocks his hips slightly, chewing on his bottom lip as he allows your velvety walls to flutter around him for a moment, his tip twitching at your cervix in anticipation before dragging his hips back. He shudders, “g-god— you feel so good.. you—you’re so small.” his knees almost buckle before he can get his words out, causing his thrusts to be uneven in pace whenever he feels a little more sensitive than usual.
He loves the way your legs can barely wrap around his waist with how much you’re trembling after he’s made you come, especially after you’ve been complaining to be fucked, “c’mon, little brat, you ca—can handle another, can’t you?” he says, still keeping his harsh pace that snaps you back to reality when he hits that gummy spot inside of you a little too hard. “be a good girl for me and come again, hmm? You were beggin’ f-for it.”
Or when he’s fucking you doggy and his abs rub against the smooth parts of your back when he leans down to press kisses on your shoulders. He slams into you like he will never again, groaning in your ear in response to your pretty little moans and squeals. “f-fuck, you’re all mine, ri-right? no—no one else will ever fuck you this-this good, brat.” you shake your head ‘cause you know he’s right, no one ever will.
synopsis: after a couple of months of (secretly) dating and keeping things sweet and innocent, Sanemi can't seem to keep his hands off of you after getting jealous over you acting nice to other people, like Genya.
suggestive content beneath the cut!
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The day started out pretty normally, Sanemi met with the master while I was barely waking up and getting ready.
He returned upon me slipping into my slayer uniform, I hadn't noticed him until I finished buttoning it up. I turned to greet him with a big smile as he stood in the doorway, as I always did.
He smiled a little in return, his stern face softening, "you're up late— later— than usual.." he stepped closer, patting me on the head and ruffling my already messy hair.
Recently, I noticed he'd been a little more touchy. I'd catch him lingering touches that shouldn't be short of a small touch and nothing more. hands landing on my waist or shoulders, long enough to warm the skin beneath. He'd also make these "jokes", saying silly things like "we could shower together", or "why don't you sleep in my bed with me?", and laughing it off like nothing— but he said them in way that didn't feel like a joke— a way that left me feeling hot on the inside. but, he made everything seem this way and I couldn't help but question if he saw our relationship as a big joke..
although, he took me serious for the most part, especially when other slayers have tried to hit on me and I have to remind him that the corp can't know—
"uhh.. you okay, [Name]?.." he loomed over me, when I realized I had zoned out I could feel the warmth of embarrassment flushing my face.
I forced a smile, a nervous one, "oh, yes! I-I'm sorry, 'Nemi."
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The day went by quick, Sanemi training the lower rank slayers while I urged him to relax a little, especially on Genya and his friends— and the other slayers as always.
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There had been times when he caught me sneaking snacks to Genya and his friends and tried to tell me not to talk to him, that they don’t need to be babied.
He slept on the couch that night.
Ever since, they realized I had convinced Sanemi to leave them be, they talked to me when he wasn’t in an earshot, or while he was busy yelling at the other slayers.
Though, Genya didn’t talk to me much, he’d often just run away while apologizing— thinking I couldn’t notice the blush creep up his ears— he and I got a long pretty well, but, obviously, that didn’t go through very well with Sanemi today.
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Genya didn’t want to eat my food, we were sitting together alone while the others continued training. He swore he wasn’t hungry but I hadn’t seen him eat all day, so I pushed it until he finally let me, and I popped some food in his mouth— a blush creeping up his neck.
Just so happens that Sanemi was watching as I continued talking and laughing with Genya— a little too loud he thought.
So, as usual, Sanemi called a for a twenty minute break. I hadn’t noticed him walking over to us until I saw Genya’s face pale.
I beamed at Sanemi, not noticing the obvious bulging out in his veins. “hey, ‘Nemi! how’s training goin—“ he grumbled something, before yanking me by my wrist, “you’re comin’ with me.”
I hadn’t said a word until we made it inside his— our residence. “hey, what’s wrong ‘Nemi?..” he slammed the door behind us, making me flinch.
“Stop calling me that if you’re gonna be out there hoeing around.” his voice was harsh, talking to me like the way he would to the slayers. “Alright, what’s up your ass now?” I pulled my wrist away from his grasp, he still hadn’t turned to look at me. He grunted at my attitude, his fists clenching.
“what’s up my ass? you clearly want my brother up yours.” He said, low, knowing it sounded dumber out loud than it did in his head. I scoffed, then giggled. Sanemi turned to me, his face red— from embarrassment? or anger? I couldn’t tell. I laughed until I was crying.
“Y-you’re jealous.. of your own brother??” I wiped a tear, my eyes scrunched up from how hard I was smiling. Sanemi made a face, his wide eyes scanning every little detail on my face as his confidence suddenly melted at the sight of me laughing.. at him. “w-well, I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot!” he shifted his weight onto one foot, almost like he was nervous. “and—and stop laughing at me!”
I couldn’t, I felt as if all of a sudden I had abs growing from hard I was laughing. Then that’s when I was lifted up and slung over his shoulder. I stopped laughing, staying silent for a second, “he-hey! let me down!” I squirmed in his grasp and suddenly I was practically slammed onto his bed, my eyes squeezing shut, “can you atleast warn me before you—“
He loomed over me, catching my lips with his before I could complain even more. “ya’ know.. you talk a lot.” He pulled away and mumbled, before leaning in again and kissing me. I relaxed under him, my hands shakily making their way to his shoulders, “I’ve been wanting to see you under me like this for a while.” he rasped. I felt a heat swirl in my tummy, only for it to rise on my face and make it obvious.
“Is it okay if I touch you, [Name]?..”
I swallowed hard, reluctantly nodding. He smiled a little, his hands coming to unbutton my uniform, only enough to expose my chest. He flushed, his eyebrows furrowing as he grabbed at me so gently like I’d break with any wrong move.
He cupped my boob, squeezing it as gently as possible after he continued kissing me. His tongue swiping under my bottom lip a couple of times before he peppered small kisses down my chin, to my neck and to my chest.
“you’re so beautiful.” my skin prickled at how soft he was being, despite his hands being big and rough, he’d always touched me so gently— but never like this. My chest heaved as I laid there, a warmth pooling between my thighs when I felt his slightly grind against me. I hadn’t even noticed the dark marks he began leaving on my chest, leading up to my neck.
“hey— ‘Nemi, you gotta go..” I whined, my voice softer than usual. he didn’t reply, he just pulled back my bra and popped the bud in his mouth, his tongue leaving it slick with saliva. I felt so pathetic, allowing myself to get ruined by him.
His hands wandered down my body, grabbing at anything they could. Until they wandered down to my belt, backed up, to admire the mess he’d made of me. “look at you,” was all the said before undoing my belt, the clicking sound making me cringe a little.
“Sanemi..” I sighed out to him, his finger wrapped around the hem of my uniform pants, then he realized. “n-not now.. we—we can’t.” His face suddenly went red again, and he redid my belt. He kissed me on the forehead before glancing at my marked up chest and excusing himself, “I-I’m sorry, babe, I gotta go.”
First of all, I’d like to establish that this guy has absolutely NO way with words, he says what he needs to say with his action’s.
Upon first meeting he totally disliked you, anyone who was too different than him he immediately would hate— just like Giyuu.
He found it odd how your cheeks would immediately heat at the slightest looks, especially when he caught you looking first.
"what the hell are you ogling at? get back to training."
He also thought it was terrifying how quiet you could be, voice so soft it wouldn't even frighten a demon.
He thought you were a wimp, a worthless demon slayer, but he was completely wrong about that.
The two of you were once sent on a mission, and there was atleast two times he thought you were on par with him. (he doubted it and thought he was hallucinating and thinking too often about you)
On that mission, he did ridicule you a lot and you'd wonder why, obviously, never going as far to question him.. you could barely even be a couple of feet away from him without your body feeling all flimsy and mushy on the inside.
He rethought it over, and over, and over, again, it was even to the point where he'd go as far as staying up at night thinking about it.. totally not you!
He started warming up to you, his gravelly voice becoming soft when he realized you didn't do too well with loud noises.
There was sometimes though, where he was already upset and would avoid you for hours at a time.
It's not like you two shared more than two sentences, but you two were always in some proximity with each other.
It took you longer to warm up to him than he did to you, words would still get caught in your throat when talking and he'd just have to sigh and understand.
You had started talking to him a bit more, but it still took you a lot of courage.
After months of getting to know each other, you still couldn't look him in the eye.
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He would feel a little off when he realized you were a little louder with Giyuu and Muichiro, his lilac eyes sharpening when he noticed how you'd smile and laugh with Giyuu.
oh, how he hated that man.
So then, he clenched his fist. Walked on over to you. Grabbed you by your shoulder— as gently as he could.
"hey, [Name], wanna come get lunch with me?.. I was just 'bout to head out."
You could've sworn all of the blood rising to your face just exploded out of your pores. Your blood intensely bubbling beneath your skin as Sanemi loomed over you.
His jaw went slack, eyes planted on Giyuus stupid, tiny, smile the entire time, Giyuu attempted to wave but Sanemi never wavered.
"I-uhm—I.."
You hand no time to finish before you were being dragged away by an invisible force.
"bye, Giyuu, bye, Tokito!"
You waved them off with an excitement in your voice, yet as soon as you faced Sanemi, you went silent.
He grumbled about something, his fists clenched even harder than before.
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The guy realizes he gets this feeling in his stomach around you, like he had ate too many Ohagi at once, too fast.
It makes him angry... because, why are his palms so sweaty all of a sudden? Why can't he grip his sword the way he used to, when on missions with you?
Why does he look down at you and feel a warmth pooling in his stomach— no— lower than that.
Why does he have trouble sleeping at night with this heat constantly nagging him, wishing you were there beside him? Why did you have to be gone a mission, how he hopes you'll make it back okay.
Why.. why you?
He’s had crushes before, but nothing like this.
He thinks, again, and again, and again, and again. Until he no longer can.. so one day, after that mission where you needed some medical attention. He walks up to you— rips you from your "friends", and kisses you somewhere on the side of the butterfly mansion.
His grip was tight on your neck, just enough to hold you still and not to hurt you.
He kisses you like it hurts him, his hand that clutched your neck— trembling and softening before he pulls away.
His pupils are totally blown, the softest you’d even seen his eyes, before they go back to their crazed look and he takes a step back.
“Sanemi?!”
You slapped a hand on your puffy lips, wet with his saliva.
You could practically feel steam rising from your face.
When he realized what he had done, the same reddish tint slowly crept up to his ears as well.
“Ah— I..”
He scratched at the back of his neck nervously, this was so out of character of him.
There was no words shared after this other than some “uhh”s and “uhm”s, he bowed to you and left. His posture stiff, awkward as he waddled away
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