Hi. I’m Sanemisstalker. I’m 21, a college graduate with a creative writing parasite attached to my degree, and I use my creative writing minor to produce Demon Slayer smut. During the day I work in a theatre and during the weekends I sleep with my boyfriend (who is totally real and not at all fake stop saying that guys he just goes to another school.)
This account is 18+. Please respect this. I know you won’t. It’s gotten to the point that I cannot properly control who views my page as I get a crazy amount of notifications constantly (thank you all so much, I’m so grateful) If I find out you’re a minor, or if I can tell, you will be promptly blocked! No hate to y’all, Kids rule! Skibbidi Toilet Rizz or whatever, but I was addicted to porn in highschool. Heed my warning or don’t! It literally ruined my life!
This blog also contains intense themes. I enjoy BDSM. You will find themes of Sadomasochism, Kink, and Fetish in my works. I love filth. Please be weary of this. I will always include content warnings for things I feel could be triggering, and though I have a high tolerance, I know not everyone loves piss.
What do I write?
Porn.
Who do I write it about?
Anime boys with tragic, gay pasts and anime girls with big boobs and murderous intent.
Do I take requests?
Maybe! Send me one. They just kind of sit there if I’m not feeling it, so there’s no problem with shooting your shot!
Do I have D cups?? And or do I want to sign up for your ‘Ugly Milfs want to fuck on my OF, please send me your SS so she can get you premium access to her nipples and big fat juicy ass?’
No! This is a rumor. My titties are small.
Pronouns?
She/He, but ask me again in a week.
Favorite Hashira?
Sanemi and Shinobu. Sanemi when I’m horny, Shinobu when I’m using my partially developed frontal lobe.
Favorite Upper Moon?
Douma. I formed an unhealthy attachment to him when I shaved off my eyebrows.
A/N | Thanks so much for this fun request! I hope I could do it some justice. This was a challenge (I'm a softy and a hopeless romantic), but I very much enjoyed it!
Content | dom!sanemi x sub!reader x sub!giyuu, 18+, mdni, rough sex, threesome, oral, cucking, ropes/restraints, swearing, reader is called a slut, giyuu is stuffed into a harness, someone loses their virginity
Word Count | ~6k
Every hashira has their secret.
Yours came in the shape of Sanemi's teeth along your neck.
If the others knew, they didn't pry. Afterall, everyone had scars and bruises. But there were times you sensed their silent appraisal whenever you were near the Wind Hashira. When all is said and done there could be no two people more unalike than you and Sanemi.
If he was a hurricane, you were a summer breeze. Where he was forced to hold back both in his training and the way he slaughtered demons, you had to push yourself to reach that level of intensity. In battle, you both proved to be just as deadly, but in execution you were a study in contrasts. Which is why, or so you'd thought, no one suspected your secret little arrangement. And also why it worked so perfectly.
Sanemi needed to blow off steam, to channel his pent up rage and energy into something, or someone, he enjoyed. You needed a break from expectations and the constant life-or-death decision-making. He wanted so badly to be in control, and you just wanted to let go of it. So it's really no wonder, despite your marked differences, things wound up as they did- spending night after night counting the Wind Pillar's scars, and picking up a few of your own.
But lately something had begun to fracture that peace. A subtle presence that threatened to disrupt your fragile symbiosis. One might even say a–
“Parasite,” Sanemi sneered as he pounded into you, his mind still on the training grounds where Giyuu Tomioka had been eyeing the marks on your neck. “An insect,” Sanemi spat.
You listened to him vent as he rocked you on the bedroll, wrists pinned above your head, body stretched in more ways than one.
“I don't think he - ah - means anything by it,” you huffed between thrusts.
“Oh he wants you so fucking bad,” he laughed cynically, bringing his hips flush with yours on those last two words. This came as no surprise to you, though you'd pretended not to notice, but Sanemi's assessment was correct.
The Water Hashira, who was usually quite guarded with his innermost thoughts, had become an open book when it came to the way he looked at you. His deep blue eyes lingered whenever you were near. He drank you in with reverence and longing and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't grown to love it.
It made Sanemi's blood boil- filling him with jealousy and a claiming edge that made him fuck you harder with a carnal rage that said “you're mine”. But there was something else, too. Some deep-seated feeling he couldn't quite name.
“Cocky bastard thinks he's even got a chance,” Sanemi snarled as his hips crashed against you, legs thrown over his shoulders nearly folding you in half. “He couldn't fuck you like I do!”
Giyuu was either blissfully unaware of your relationship with Sanemi, or harboring some kind of death wish for moving in on marked territory. But the truth of the matter was, you wouldn't mind seeing what the Water Hashira was made of. It was Sanemi that would take some convincing.
“You could always show him,” you said as casually as possible between ragged breaths. Sanemi's hips stilled, eyes growing wide as he slowly tilted his head to look at you. He wove his fingers through your hair along your scalp and pulled. Hard.
“What the fuck did you just say?” He growled, bringing your face closer to his with a vice-like grip.
“You could teach him,” you repeated with as much nonchalance as you could muster, knowing exactly how to get what you wanted. He squinted his eyes as he glared at you, cock halfway in, waiting to hear what you'd say next.
“Think of it this way,” you continued as if your heart wasn't pounding against your ribs. “What better way to put him in his place than to show him what you already know?”
His cock twitched, body betraying him at the very thought. Giyuu struggling to keep up with the savage kind of love making you had grown so used to. A chance to finally prove his superiority over the Water Hashira. It was stupid. It was…brilliant.
You felt him throbbing at the idea. Watched his mind work behind his eyes. His repugnant scowl slowly melting into a look of inner conflict. Your heart beat harder at the thought of not one, but two hashira bent over you. What a beautiful fucking picture.
“Ridiculous,” Sanemi said finally, letting your head fall back to the pillow as he grabbed at your hips, resuming his pace. “Like I’d actually give him a taste of what's mine,” a possessive smile crept across his face. “Hell, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember his name.”
But Sanemi wouldn’t forget.
The damage was already done.
*****
Early morning light filtered through the shoji paper, as dust fell and settled, still turbulent from the room’s activity. You barely had time to catch your breath from another sleepless night before Sanemi was up, muttering to himself as he dressed.
He continued this way throughout the day; distant, irritable, contemplative. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sanemi, but there was an intensity to him that caused the others to give him an even wider berth than usual. He reeled with intrusive thoughts. Images flashed across his mind making his jaw clench and his chest tighten.
Thoughts of you and Giyuu, bodies close, faces closer. The look in your eyes when you even suggested it. The look in Giyuu’s whenever he’s near you.
He hated it and yet…
Fuck, Sanemi thought, palming himself absently at the unwanted image of Giyuu failing to pleasure you- or worse, succeeding.
I gotta do something about this.
You knew exactly how he operated. Knew the roundabout way his mind worked. Knew he’d come and sniff you out before long. So it came as no surprise to you when Sanemi found you later that day, eyes wild, hair a mess.
He spat on the ground before slamming his fist against the wall where you were leaning- waiting.
“This…thing,” he began, eyes downcast, jaw tight. “You sure this is what you want?”
And there it was.
A tense silence settled as you gave him a moment’s more of uncertainty before delivering your finishing blow.
“Would you even be asking if you didn’t want it too?”
At last he looked at you, face so close you could see the vein twitch just beneath his left eye. His lip curled in a savage snarl before he hit the wall once more with the side of his clenched fist.
“Meet me at home,” he said finally. “Wait for me there.” Turning abruptly he stormed away, kicking rocks as he went.
You didn't ask where he was going.
You already knew.
*****
Sanemi didn’t go looking for Giyuu.
At least, that’s what he told himself as he entered the training grounds, hand already on the hilt of his nichirin blade. It was purely coincidence that Giyuu was there, polishing his sword in the shade of a matsu pine. Coincidence and nothing more.
“Fight me,” Sanemi demanded, squaring off with the Water Hashira.
Giyuu's eyes flicked briefly to the gates, before taking a readying stance. He was calm and unquestioning, which set Sanemi’s teeth on edge.
They clashed in a fury of wind and water. The hot-tempered Sanemi versus the cool-tempered Giyuu who only fueled the fire more each time his eyes drifted to the gates, as if searching for somebody.
In contrast, Sanemi’s eyes were on Giyuu, challenging him, daring him, to look away one more time. Even Giyuu began to notice the way Sanemi’s eyes were trained on him, like a man with a score to settle.
Great furrows carved the earth where Sanemi had struck the ground, but Giyuu merely side-stepped his overzealous blows, staying frustratingly calm in the wake of Sanemi’s destruction. But even amidst the raging storm Giyuu’s gaze still wandered.
“Look at me!” Sanemi roared, hurling himself recklessly at the man with the mismatched haori.
“I will if you give me a reason to,” Giyuu replied coolly, his words more devastating than any insult. Sanemi faltered, catching a breath-robbing blow to the ribs, bringing him sharply to his knees. Giyuu pointed his sword at the back of Sanemi’s neck where he stood behind him, the obvious victor.
The air was silent, but for the occasional gasp from Sanemi as he worked to catch his breath.
“There’s something you want to say to me.” The words fell from Giyuu as more of a statement than a question.
“Don’t act like you know me,” Sanemi growled, getting slowly to his feet, but keeping his back to the other man.
“I know you’re angry,” Giyuu said calmly, sheathing his sword at last.
“Tch,” His teeth hurt from clenching his jaw. “You’ve got nerve, I’ll give you that.”
Giyuu waited for more. Slowly, Sanemi turned, stepping just close enough to be undeniable.
“If you’re going to look at someone you can’t have you should at least understand why.” Sanemi’s voice dripped with danger.
“‘Why?’”
“Why you never deserved them in the first place. Why you’d never be enough.”
The words landed sharper than a sword. Giyuu wasn’t just cut, he'd been filleted. And yet he knew he had no business staring at someone that wasn’t his. Knew what Sanemi said was true. Even if it ruined him.
“That’s why I’m going to show you.”
“Show me?” Giyuu’s composure slipped, only slightly, as he tried to make sense of Sanemi’s proposal.
“I’m only going to say this once,” Sanemi snarled, taking half a step closer. “You come back to my place, you do everything I tell you, you get to see for yourself what it’s like. What they’re like.”
Giyuu’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe his own ears. Thought maybe he’d struck Sanemi too hard. Cold sweat trickled down his neck that had nothing to do with their sparring match.
“B-but…what about-”
“It was their idea,” Sanemi said, gritting his teeth, knowing Giyuu wouldn’t agree without consent.
“And if I refuse?” Giyuu swallowed, hard.
“Then I guess you’ll never know.” Sanemi turned, leaving the training grounds without another word. He’d said his piece. The rest was up to Giyuu.
Giyuu watched him leave, mind racing. This wasn’t about lust or conquest. It was about closure. He knew he didn’t deserve you. Couldn’t give you whatever it was you found in Sanemi. And yet…he had to be sure.
Sanemi sniffed, triumphant, as he heard the other hashira’s footsteps fall in line behind him. And yet, he hated himself for feeling this way. This was insane. He shouldn’t want this. So why was his heart beating so hard?
*****
The door slid roughly in its track as Sanemi pushed it open, stepping in before Giyuu and closing it once they were both inside. Giyuu’s blue eyes scanned the dimly lit entryway, taking in the sights, the smells. He’d never been inside the Wind Hashira’s estate and he was surprised at the neatness of it all. The only thing out of place as they moved through the narrow corridors, passing lantern-lit rooms as they went, were the scars and dents on the floor and the walls. Remnants of previous scuffles. He wondered who the unlucky visitors may have been.
A chill crept down his spine as their footsteps echoed through the halls. He was suddenly all too aware of what he was doing, the weight of his decision settling on him in a nauseating mix of anxious heat and cold sweat.
Sanemi looked back to see Giyuu lagging slightly. “Keep up,” he said, leading him toward an open room with a reddish glow at the end of the long hallway. Giyuu adjusted his footing, staying close enough to see that Sanemi was sweating too.
When they entered the room, Giyuu’s heart nearly stopped. You were already there half undressed with a shy but welcoming smile on your face.
“Took you long enough,” you teased, more to Giyuu than Sanemi.
His lips moved, but no sound came out. He was frozen, rooted to the spot, watching your clothes hit the floor in the red lantern’s light. More gorgeous than he ever imagined.
“Here,” you approached him softly, setting his sword to the side. His breath quivered as you leaned in, helping him with his outermost layers. He stood, unmoving, as though time had stopped in your presence.
Sanemi watched, a heaviness in his chest that bloomed in the stillness and made his heart ache. Not in envy, per se, but with a quiet desire to be part of a moment that wasn’t his. He turned away with an indignant huff.
“Tch. Let me know when you’re done,” he muttered. You looked at him, still clad in his haori and uniform.
“Aren't you going to-”
“I’m not a damn cuck!” He snapped, perhaps to himself more than anyone else. “I’m not here to get off to whatever you two do. I’m here to direct.” And then, with less certainty in his voice, “...there’s a difference.”
As Sanemi stared off into the room’s corner, your fingers found the belt and buttons of Giyuu’s uniform. He stiffened, eyes wide and heart pounding almost visibly under his clothes. “You still want this?” You whispered, staring up into his haunting gaze. Giyuu swallowed dryly, weighing his thoughts, then slowly nodded his approval, unable to speak or look away.
His hands were warm and shaking slightly when you took them, leading him to the room’s oversized futon once he was undressed. Sanemi turned just in time to see you drifting languidly onto the blankets, laying back with an awe-struck Giyuu at your feet.
“Tch.”
You laid before him on the futon in nothing but your haori, the silky fabric flowing all around you like water, reflecting the lantern’s glow. Giyuu knelt there, bare and reverent, nearly forgetting the other man in the room until-
“Hngh-” His breath caught sharply in his chest as something pulled tight around his ribs. “What are you-”
“The brat likes it,” Sanemi said plainly, pulling tight on the polished leather straps of a devilish looking black harness he’d thrown over Giyuu's chest and shoulders. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched his cheeks turn a deep crimson, tiny gasps escaping him with every strap and buckle added.
Sanemi's heart was pounding, much harder than it should have been. For every noise Giyuu made he found himself growing hotter, more impatient. He just needed to get this over with, he told himself. Sanemi gave the harness one last tight pull for good measure. Certainly not because he was enjoying it.
Giyuu thought this was some kind of cruel joke. A way to embarrass him in front of you. That is, until he saw the flicker in your eyes- the way you nearly salivated at the sight of him sporting that strappy harness. A sudden rush of self-assurance flooded him with heat that went straight to his cock as you looked at him like you might just devour him whole.
“Told ya,” Sanemi said, rolling his eyes. “Now it’s your turn.” He tossed Giyuu a small roll of polished leather cord in the same velvety black shade as the harness he wore.
Giyuu stared at the long strands, then back at Sanemi, waiting for further instruction. Sanemi simply nodded in your direction where you sat, arms held out in front of you, wrists together, a shy smile pulling at your lips.
Giyuu’s eyes widened as he connected the dots. His gaze shifted from your held-out wrists to the wooden beam centered just behind the futon. The one with a groove worn cleanly into it. His cock twitched again.
Carefully he got to work, not quite unlike a spider, weaving the cord around your wrists in a delicate pattern. Sanemi heaved a sigh.
“You’re not knitting a sweater,” he grumbled, snatching the cord out of Giyuu’s gentle grip. He yanked on the cord until it left marks as the first small moan slipped from your lips. Giyuu’s heart skipped, but he watched in apprehension while Sanemi tied you off to the beam behind your head. You lay exposed and restrained, mildly embarrassed at the way Giyuu was taking you in, but too turned on to care.
There was something so different about the way Giyuu looked at you. Not hungry or half-feral. More…sacred. Like he was unworthy to even see you like this. He held his breath, eyes wide and uncertain.
“Ever heard of foreplay, dumbass?” Sanemi split the silence with his sharp tongue. “Get to it. Or do I gotta spell that out for you too?”
Giyuu nodded, hesitating, then he leaned forward with a tentative hand, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “M-may I…k-kiss you?”
“For fucks sake…” Sanemi muttered. You laughed again, bright and bubbly. You found his awkwardness oddly charming.
“Please,” you smiled, closing your eyes.
His lips met yours with the slightest quiver, soft at first, but growing more confident as you melted into them. He groaned once, sending dripping heat straight to your core, and you returned it with a whimper knowing, rather impishly, how much that would drive Sanemi crazy.
He stiffened, hearing the sound get swallowed up by Giyuu’s tender kisses. His eye twitched slightly as he sat, refusing to be turned on.
You’re not a fucking cuck, he told himself, willing his cock to stay down.
Giyuu took his time, worshipping your body in ways he’d only imagined until now. Hands running through your hair, tongue sliding past your lips, teeth coming to rest over the marks Sanemi had left along your neck- like a roadmap to your exact pleasure points.
You moaned again, thighs rubbing together in aching need, as he lost himself in pleasuring you. He could spend all night just doing this. But that wasn’t what you needed.
“Alright Romeo,” Sanemi said, annoyed and yanking him back by the harness. You let out a needy cry as he pulled away, his warmth leaving your body all too quickly. “Shut up, slut.”
Giyuu shot Sanemi a withering look, the nastiest you’d ever seen from the Water Hashira.
“Calm down, idiot,” Sanemi returned with an equally nasty glare. “They fucking love it, look.”
The words had landed like sex on your skin, making you writhe with longing. You loved his acid tongue, knowing full well he’d make up for every cutting remark with the most generous unspoken indulgence. But this wasn’t Sanemi’s night. It was Giyuu's. Would he be able to bring the same kind of punishing pleasure?
Giyuu was starting to wonder the same as he began to realize just how deeply he had buried himself. What you and Sanemi had was more than just an ordinary sex life. This was full-blown command and surrender. Giyuu's head filled with doubt.
“Oi,” Sanemi grunted, snapping him out of his inward spiral. “I think you know what comes next.”
You were completely at his mercy, strapped tight to the beam behind you and splayed out on the futon with nothing but the haori that covered only your shoulders and upper arms. Giyuu stared down at you from where he knelt, mouth going dry, face numb. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Pulse pounding in his ears with a ringing sound that closed in on him. Suffocating…
SMACK
Sanemi’s hand met Giyuu’s ass with impressive force, knocking him forward on all fours and caging you in. You were face to face. Giyuu’s eyes went wide with shock. Even Sanemi couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He stared at his own hand, eye twitching once again, willing his cock to stay the fuck down knowing he’d just smacked Giyuu’s ass like he was some troublesome schoolboy.
You stared up into Giyuu's blue eyes, tears of painful desire pooling in your own. “Giyuu…p-please…”
Slowly, carefully, he complied. Beads of salty precum dripped down onto your inner thighs as he reached for his throbbing cock, lining the tip up with your entrance. His breath fell softly over your lips, eyes searching each other's with quiet intensity. Each second felt like an eternity. Each breath, each heartbeat, a lifetime. He slid his throbbing tip against you up, down, and then-
“About fucking time,” Sanemi jeered as Giyuu plunged himself inside of you.
He dragged himself in and out, slowly, deliciously, savoring every deliberate thrust. His heart was racing in his chest, and so was yours, as you threw your head back in sweet relief. But the relief was short lived as he continued his torturous pace, dragging his length back and forth.
A vein was pulsing now in Sanemi’s jaw while he looked on, daring himself not to look away. The sight of Giyuu fucking you was almost more than he could handle, although jealousy was not the word to describe it. He waited, patiently even, for Giyuu to pick up the pace, to make some noise- anything, but still he continued dragging his hips in drawn-out measure.
You twisted your hips, bucking up into his quiet thrusts, crying out for more. He obliged, but only just, driving Sanemi to his breaking point. He reached out, grabbing Giyuu by his tied back hair, wrapping it once, twice, around his strangled knuckles.
“You always this quiet when you’re fucking somebody?" He snapped, pulling him back so he was half out of you, forcing his hips to still.
“I-” Giyuu gasped, eyes shut tight against the strain of Sanemi’s balled up fist. “I’ve never-”
Silence.
You and Sanemi locked eyes as realization fell over the room. This wasn’t just Giyuu's first time with you. This was his first time…ever.
Sanemi let go immediately, hand falling involuntarily to the bulge in his pants. He had made a mistake. A very big mistake.
“Oh my God.” You said, trying and failing to sit up. “Giyuu, we don’t have to-”
“No!” Giyuu shouted, teeth gritted in feral resolve. He wanted- no, he needed to see this through. He needed to prove to himself that he couldn’t have you. To shut the door once and for all on his heart’s undeserved longing.
Meanwhile Sanemi was turned away from you both, muttering under his breath.
“You’re not a fucking cuck. You can call this whole thing off right now. Pretend none of it ever happened.” Lies poured from his mouth like a mantra as he grabbed at his throbbing erection, no longer able to convince his body of what his mind was telling it.
At the same time, Giyuu was climbing back over you, lining up his dripping tip with a look so determined, you didn’t dare protest. A mixture of guilt and excitement washed over you as you stared into his cobalt eyes. Perhaps you meant more to him than you’d realized.
“Sanemi,” Giyuu called, sliding back into you until he was balls deep. “You going to come teach me or not?”
Sanemi had expected to feel smug. He didn’t. He had expected to feel certain. He wasn’t. Suddenly the moment was all too real.
Somehow, without warning and without his consent, his unspoken fear had shifted from losing you to Giyuu to losing himself to the exact same man. He was angry, he was confused, and worst of all he was really fucking hard.
This is happening because I said so, he thought to himself. There’s no turning back now. He tucked his skyward cock into the waistband of his uniform and forced himself, with exceptional effort, to turn his attention back to you and Giyuu.
Where Sanemi was a storm, Giyuu was a river, smooth, steady and flowing with energy. He rocked you like a swift current. But you needed a typhoon. Lewd noises spilled from your lips as you begged him for more.
“You deaf? Speed it up!” Sanemi ordered through gritted teeth.
“Trying,” Giyuu panted, his inexperience showing as his thrusts fell out of rhythm.
This was exactly what Sanemi had wanted. To watch him struggle. To watch him fail. To prove his point that no one could fuck you like he could. And yet, something had shifted. Something had changed. Giyuu didn’t lack the skill, he lacked the experience. To allow him to fail now would prove nothing.
Or at least…that’s what he told himself.
In a move that surprised even you, Sanemi positioned himself on his knees just behind Giyuu. With his hands on Giyuu’s hips, he guided him, in and out, quickly as he could, setting a pace he knew would get you off. You watched in disbelief as his biceps flexed with every guiding push and pull. But it wasn’t enough.
Giyuu’s thrusts were still uneven. It was too much too soon for his very first time. He groaned in frustration as he lost and regained his cadence, unintentionally edging you into a frenzy of desperate whines.
Then Sanemi snapped.
“I guess I really do need to spell it out for you,” he hissed, pulling his own hips level with Giyuu’s and grinding, hard, against his ass. Sanemi thrusted from behind, forcing Giyuu deeper into you as he pounded against him, commanding the momentum with his own body.
There was no more hiding it. Sanemi was harder than steel, his rigid cock railing against Giyuu through his uniform, wet tip leaving sticky streaks through the fabric. No amount of lying to himself could change the fact he was humping Giyuu from behind and relishing every second of it.
And Giyuu-
His eyes rolled back in his head the moment he was sandwiched between you. With Sanemi’s movement he could steady himself, the added leverage sinking him deeper into you than he could on his own. Even Sanemi’s length rubbing up on him from behind was a welcome sensation, though he attributed the other man’s arousal to the whines and whimpers coming from you.
It was all so fast. So new. So shockingly indecent. Giyuu was quickly coming undone.
“I- I think I’m going to-”
“Not yet,” Sanemi growled, plowing Giyuu forward like a hurricane.
“I can’t help-”
Sanemi pulled him back by his hair once more, leaning in with a deadly snarl.
“Not. Yet.”
Both men stilled. Sanemi leaned his chest against Giyuu’s back, putting his lips to the shell of his ear. “Breathe with me.”
You watched in stunned silence as Giyuu closed his eyes, listening to Sanemi’s steadying breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against him. He matched his breathing, willing himself not to cum, regaining control over his body.
“Good,” Sanemi whispered. Slowly, he picked up his movements once more, grinding himself against a renewed Giyuu. His nails dug into the other man’s hips, urging them forward with guided thrusts. Giyuu built up pace, pushing deeper and deeper against your walls. Hitting your sweet spot again and again.
You moaned as he fell forward, rediscovering the marks on your neck and leaving fresh ones as he went. All the while, Sanemi was on his knees, drawing ragged breaths as he thrusted away, cock straining through the freshly stained fabric of his uniform. It was better than anything you could’ve imagined. The two Hashira working together to bring you pleasure.
You could feel the heat pooling in your core, feel the Earth stuttering on its axis. Beads of sweat formed on your temples as trails of fire rippled through you. With a final thrust from Sanemi, Giyuu plunged forward, sending you spiraling into your orgasm. You clenched around the base of his aching cock and his coil finally snapped.
Giyuu groaned into the curve of your neck spilling into you in gushing spurts. With every surge, his cock twitched, until a creamy ring was forming at its base.
Sanemi had backed away, grabbing his cock in a panic. Watching Giyuu empty himself into you had him fighting for his life not to bust a load himself, but he wasn’t about to be seen creaming his pants like some amateur.
He scrambled to the head of the futon, working fast to untie your wrists.
“What are you-”
“Turn over,” he demanded, shooing Giyuu off of you. “Hands and knees. Now.”
You obeyed, unsure of what he was doing.
“Keep going,” he said to Giyuu, gesturing to you as he undid his belt, popping his cock straight into your mouth.
“But I fin-”
“Does it look like I give a shit?” Sanemi spat, fucking himself into your blissed out face. “You go until you’re shooting blanks,” he barked.
This wasn’t what Giyuu had envisioned. Not in the slightest. When he had agreed to this arrangement he had imagined by now he’d be convinced of his inadequacy. That you were a dream too far to reach. That trying, and failing, would bring him the closure he needed to accept he was unfit to stand by your side and undeserving of all those stolen glances.
But Sanemi wasn’t driving him away. Instead, he was telling him to keep going, and you were no different, begging with every roll of your hips for him to prove himself meritorious. And despite the strange twist the night had taken- with even Sanemi himself offering rare glimpses of vulnerability- Giyuu found himself feeling oddly at peace.
Not to mention hungry for more.
He took a few steadying breaths before he grabbed at your hips, lining himself once more and sliding in with a squelch past his dripping spend. The leather harness stretched and strained from his vigorous thrusts that rocked you onto Sanemi's cock which kissed the back of your throat.
He railed you thoroughly, eyes fixed to the point where your lips wrapped around the base of the other man’s length. Sanemi had his hands woven into your hair, eyes closed, curses falling from his lips like raindrops in a storm. You were getting thrashed from both ends, volleying between the two ruthless rivals, and loving it.
At some point Sanemi opened his eyes, forgetting momentarily you weren’t alone. His eyes landed on Giyuu, whose gaze he’d been avoiding until now. He watched as his chest rose and fell in ragged breaths against the cinched-up harness. Watched the sweat trail the curves of his muscles in the lantern’s red light. Watched his hair sway with the movement of his body as he kept pace on his own this time- truly a quick study.
Suddenly Giyuu’s eyes snapped up, catching Sanemi by surprise. He tried to look away. Tried to pull himself from that deep blue gaze. Instead he let out a sinful sound as he found himself spilling copiously into your mouth.
“F-fuck!” He cried as he filled your throat, rocking his pleasure into you. He couldn’t remember the last time he came so unexpectedly, and hated himself for doing so.
You moaned against him, swallowing with relish his salty sweetness while he clawed at your scalp. Giyuu’s eyes went wide with the image of Sanemi filling your mouth, his fucked out expression a side of him Giyuu had never seen. He wanted to fill you too. To make you overflow with all he had to offer. You felt his cock twitch inside of you as he picked up the pace.
“That’s it!” Sanemi cried, forgetting himself. His face split with a wild grin as Giyuu slammed into you from behind. The simple acknowledgement set Giyuu ablaze, driving you into the futon like a torrent, relentless and unyielding.
Unholy noises filled the room in a vulgar cacophony of squelches and screams and “Oh yes- fuck yes!”. Giyuu fucked you like his life depended on it. It was almost more than you could take.
“I- ahh- I can’t-”
“Can’t what?” Sanemi demanded. Squeezing your face in one of his scarred hands. “Can’t handle his cock?” He worked his other hand into your hair again and lowered his face to yours. “Don’t pretend you aren't fucking loving this, you little slut.” The words made you clench around Giyuu so hard he let out a lecherous groan.
“F-fuck…” he said as you swallowed him up with another sinful squelch. “I-” he looked to Sanemi for permission, every line of his face desperately pleading for release. Suddenly Sanemi’s coaching turned from Giyuu to you.
“Don’t you know it's rude to keep our guest waiting?” His voice was sharp and intoxicating. Then he pulled you closer, lips brushing your ear as he growled low and intimidating, “Hurry up and cum on his cock, you fucking tease.”
You lost it.
Waves of pleasure surged through you as you fucked yourself back into Giyuu’s stuttering hips. He hunched himself over you, groaning shamelessly against your cheek, the cold buckles of the leather harness pressed between your trembling bodies. Pleasure washed over him as he felt his release boiling over. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Giyuu filled you with hot pulsing streams as you came on his cock.
The two of you collapsed in a heap on the futon, Giyuu’s skin sticking to yours as you slowly untangled yourselves. He took your face in his trembling hands- staring, drinking you in, memorizing every detail as if you were the last thing he’d ever see. The intensity made your chest tighten.
“What are you doing?” You let out a breathless laugh at his sudden intrusion, shrinking away from the raw emotion.
“This was the deal, wasn’t it?” Giyuu whispered, rubbing a tender thumb against your cheek. His eyes softened. There was a sullen finality to his words. “After tonight, no more looking at what's not mine.”
Your smile slipped as his words settled. You didn’t want it to end like this.
“Yeah,” Sanemi stood, adjusting himself as he fastened his belt with an exaggerated scowl. “That was the deal.” His eyes flicked to where you were laying, his dominance tempered by something…softer.
Your heart sank, feeling this whole thing was coming to a close far too quickly. Giyuu gave you a sad smile before turning away to collect his belongings, a look of longing still written all over his face. Sanemi cleared his throat.
“That was the deal if you’d done what you were supposed to and failed like an idiot.” He added, turning toward the bedroom door and kicking it gently on his way out.
“Where are you going?” You called to him with playful confusion trying desperately to keep the night from slipping away.
“Gotta piss,” he muttered, voice trailing down the hall. But before he was out of sight he called back over his shoulder. “And don't you dare put your clothes back on, dumbass,” he added to Giyuu. “I’ll be back for round two.”
Giyuu froze, gaze flicking from his things to the hall, before turning to you for interpretation. He looked lost- completely uncertain of where he stood, with an innocence that was impossible not to love.
You raised a sultry eyebrow at the Water Hashira. “You really thought this was over?” your voice low and teasing. His cheeks flushed from your devilish grin, finally realizing he was wanted here. Sitting up a little straighter and flexing under the harness's restraint, he gave you a look that said he was aching for more. And as the floor creaked with Sanemi’s return, you knew this night was far from finished.
I need a foodplay fic with sanemi where the reader melts straight butter on his tight, hot, hawaiin roll abs and licks that shit off i wish I were joking but I'm not.
⸝⸝ ⟡ ripping Childhood bsf! Sanemi’s condom off because it just doesn’t feel good
Sanemi Shinazugawa is buried balls deep inside you, a tight condom hugging the shit out of his dick. That soon has him re thinking his choices.
He was the one who insisted on using one because he said he didn’t want to cum inside until your on-birth control — or something like that, you honestly weren't paying attention.
And he soon realizes he hates them. Sanemi doesn’t know if he’s just too big or the condoms too small but it’s suffocating the shit out of him — every few fucking seconds he keeps slipping out. And he can feel every little thing you do making his case a hundred times worse.
He’s got you on your stomach, back in a mean arch, hips slamming harshly, but softly against yours so hard your bed frame hits the hall, and Sanemi is so thankful in that moment your parents decided to go out tonight.
Because what would like, your parents walking in and seeing their sweet little girl — being split open by her childhood best friend ruining you, when he’s supposed to be comforting you?
The scene is lude his condom is already soaked, your creamy slick coating the latex. His dick drags along your walls, forcing you to take it feel every ridge every vein. He’s stretching you so good, more of your wetness flowing out each time he slams back in.
Sanemi slides out completely - on accident again, his dick slapping heavy and angry against your upper butt. “Fuck— you’re so fucking wet, it won’t stay in.” he grunts, jaw clenched eyes wide staring at the state you're in.
“God— I cant take this,” you don’t think, you don’t respond, you just twist your head over your shoulder, lifting your left hand up ripping his condom off, tugging slightly harder when it gets stuck in the middle.
You toss it somewhere in your room. “Are you okay with this— Semi” his dick twitching softly in your hand, flushed, throbbing.
“Mhm— yeah do whatever you want.” You drag his swollen head through your messy folds, smearing his pre-cum all over them, before shoving him back inside.
The noise you make is animal-like. Finally, content with yourself.
“Fuuuck, you’re so god damn— tight, how is that even possible?” he thrust back into you in one single motion, pressing your face down into the sheets, his dick kissing your cervix with every pound.
“ngh— Semi—" your pussy flutters around him, letting out a clear gush of liquid each time he bottoms out, your pussy was so loud and lewd, mixing so nicely with your moans. “M-mmh,” you squeal as Sanemi slides hand down to rub your clit.
“Fuck, I needa to see your face,” he grunts as he pulls out, letting out a deep groan when a string of cum follows his dick, as he grabs you flipping you over on your back.
Sanemi slams his dick back into you. “hah— Shittt,” he uses his pointer and middle finger to spread your folds open — strings of slick connecting to one another as they pull apart.
Your fingers dig into his shoulder as he smushes your fold back together making sure to get your puffy clit in the mix. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” His dick splits you open with every thrust, your sweaty body clinging to his. You could feel the tip of hit dick kissing that spot again — the one that makes everything go fuzzy, feeling your pressure rebuild within seconds.
Sanemi feels your pussy clamp down on him, pushing him out slightly before your squirting all over his dick again soaking even more around you. He feels it dripping down his legs, but he doesn’t a fuck, he loves it.
“ah— cum inside. Please,” you babble, tears streaming down your face at, hand wrapping around his messy dick as you align him back up to your cunt, sighing when you feel him stretch you out again, resting deep inside you.
“f-fuck are you sure?” he asks, voice raspy, hips rolling into your deep and slow, letting you feel all of him.
And when you fuck your hips back into him, he loses his last bits of control. His pace turning crazy — frenzied pushing faster, his balls slapping against your ass.
Your cream builds a solid white ring around the base of his dick, making his pubes all messy, dripping all down onto your sheets, and down your thighs. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs until your eyes are crossing, and drool is flowing out of your mouth.
Sanemi’s whole-body tenses up, his dick swelling thicker, and with an intense “f-fuuuck me" he slams harder into your cervix. a hot spurt hitting your insides, then another, and another. He’s coming so hard, there’s so much it's leaking out flowing  down his dick.
He pulls out with a thick groan, watching as your pussy pushes out most of his thick, creamy, cum pushing your legs further apart to get a better view.
“Yeah. Shit you’re definitely gonna have to go on birth control.”
Every once in a while, a my hero academia post will crawl its way onto my dirty little dashboard, and I get to experience what it was like during the Civil War to be in my humble trenches, minding my own union business, only to get hit in the face with a Canon ball .
Big fan of when Im trying to look at hentai and the cum is like - brown yellow and it just rats on whoever drew it being some basement dwelling vitamin deficit freak. Like- thats heavy whipping cream. Its not supposed to look like that. Drink some water. Take a vitamin gummy. Eat something other than a dinosaur nugget. Your nut looks like squid guts. Stop drawing porn of my husband and making his cum your weird fucked up cum. His cum is pure. Like cold foam. Your cum is impure. Smegma all up in your bloodline.
