Could I get Zenitsu from demon slayer that swears he straight start to fall for male reader? Like maybe reader is confident and flirty/make dirty jokes with him but he is so deep in denial that he’s always refusing and stuff until he realizes he’s daydreaming of reader and wanting to go along with it?
Not sure if I’m describing it well, and you’re welcome to take the concept and run with it however you like but I thought bi disaster would be funny and a cute bottom
“IN A FLASH”
pairing. “Straight”!Zenitsu Agatsuma x Top!male reader
synopsis. Zenitsu is 100% straight—or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. But between your constant flirting, your cocky smirks, and the unwelcome daydreams about being pinned against a wall, he’s starting to lose his mind. And maybe, just maybe… he likes it. — 1.7k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dirty jokes, tiniest bit of power play, first time (with a man), overstimulation, handjob, aftercare
a/n: You did a great job describing what you wanted! Thank you for sending in my first request!
Zenitsu was not in love with you.
Nope. Not a chance. Absolutely not.
It didn’t matter that you were tall, confident, and smirked like you owned the place. It didn’t matter that you rolled up your sleeves during training, your arms a little too toned, a little too veiny for him to not notice. And it especially didn’t matter that you had a habit of leaning in too close, whispering dirty jokes just low enough for only him to hear.
Because Zenitsu?
Zenitsu liked women.
He loved women. Soft hands, long hair, big br—
"Are you blushing?"
The sound of your smooth, teasing voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.
Zenitsu immediately flinched, whipping around to see you grinning down at him, elbow resting on his shoulder.
His stomach flipped.
"No! I—Why would I—?! I AM NOT BLUSHING!"
In his panic, he stumbled backward—tripping over absolutely nothing—and fell flat onto his ass.
You burst out laughing, loud and shameless, crossing your arms as you watched him writhe in his own embarrassment.
"You totally were," you smirked. "What’s the matter? My rugged good looks getting to you?"
Zenitsu felt his entire soul leave his body.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He practically threw himself back to his feet, pointing at you in a wild panic. "I AM 100% STRAIGHT, OKAY?! I LOVE WOMEN! BIG BOOBS! SOFT HANDS! LONG HAIR!"
You just raised an eyebrow.
"...Alright, bro. You want a medal or something?"
Zenitsu twitched violently.
This was your fault.
For months, you'd been torturing him.
The casual hand on his shoulder. The way you'd sit too close, your thigh pressed against his. The way your gravelly, stupidly deep voice sounded whenever you murmured some filthy joke into his ear, leaving him to short-circuit in real-time.
He hated it.
He hated you.
He was definitely not going to start thinking about it later.
Absolutely not.
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It started small. Little things.
Like how your voice was kind of deep.
Not too deep—but just enough to make his stomach flip when you said his name.
Or how your hands were huge.
Not that he was paying attention to them. Not that he was imagining how they’d feel gripping his waist, holding his wrists, pinning him—
WAIT, BAD. BAD THOUGHT.
Zenitsu shook his head violently, slapping his own cheeks.
He was just tired. That was all. He needed to train more.
…But training wasn’t exactly helping.
Because lately, you were standing too damn close.
"Need help with your stance?" you murmured from behind him, your chest almost pressed to his back.
Zenitsu froze.
His entire body locked up as your hands brushed over his hips, adjusting him like it was nothing.
Like you weren’t completely ruining his life.
"I—I GOT IT!" he shrieked, flailing away from you like you were on fire. "THANKS, NO NEED TO TOUCH ME, I’M PERFECTLY FINE—!!"
You just blinked at him, amused. "Dude, chill."
Zenitsu was not chilling.
He was losing his fucking mind.
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It got worse.
He started having thoughts.
Thoughts like, "What if he pushed me against a wall?"
Or "What if he held me down?"
Or "What if I just… let him?"
"NOOOOOOO—!!!" Zenitsu bolted upright in bed, screaming into his pillow.
What the hell was that dream?!
WHY WAS IT KINDA GOOD?!!
He buried his face in his hands, rocking back and forth in despair.
"This isn’t happening," he whispered. "I love women. BIG BOOBS. SOFT HANDS. LONG HAIR."
…Your hair didn’t look like a womans, but it always looked kinda nice.
WAIT, NO, STOP—!!!
Zenitsu launched himself out of bed. He needed a distraction. Immediately.
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Zenitsu was determined to prove his 100% absolute heterosexuality.
Which is why, the next morning, he could be found on his knees in front of a random woman, gripping her hands, screaming into the sky.
"HELLO, BEAUTIFUL LADY! HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WOMEN?!"
The woman blinked. "…Are you okay?"
"I’M SO OKAY!" Zenitsu laughed, manic and desperate. "SO, SO, SO OKAY! WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS! PLEASE MARRY ME!"
You watched from a distance, arms crossed, fighting back a smirk.
"He’s been acting weird lately," Tanjiro mumbled beside you.
You chuckled. "Yeah. I noticed."
Zenitsu’s entire body stiffened.
Because your voice—your deep, amused, cocky voice—was right behind him.
He turned slowly, staring up at you with wide, panicked eyes.
"Yo," you grinned.
Zenitsu squeaked.
Just straight-up made a noise like a fucking chew toy and bolted in the opposite direction.
You laughed.
Because oh yeah.
You definitely knew what this was.
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Zenitsu’s back hit the wall, his breath coming in ragged, uneven pants.
His whole body was shaking, his hands gripping at nothing, his legs weak beneath him.
This was your fault.
You were too close.
You had him trapped, one hand flat against the wall beside his head, your strong, calloused fingers gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at you.
He tried to glare.
Tried to resist.
But his face was burning, his eyes were wide and panicked, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
This was wrong.
This was not supposed to happen.
"I—I don’t—” Zenitsu stammered, but his hips twitched forward, betraying him instantly.
You smirked. "Not like what?"
Your voice was too deep, too smooth, too much.
Zenitsu let out a sharp, shaky breath, his fingertips digging into the wall behind him.
"I—I'm not—"
He cut himself off, biting his lip hard, his eyes squeezing shut.
Because if he looked at you any longer, he was going to break.
And then—
You grabbed his chin, tilted his face up, and kissed him.
Zenitsu shattered.
A sharp, wrecked little noise escaped him, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, his body going stiff—then melting completely.
His hands shot up to grip your shirt, his fingers fisting the fabric so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He didn’t pull away.
He couldn’t.
His whole body was burning, his mind spinning, his lips parting helplessly as you deepened the kiss, teasing, taking your time breaking him apart.
Zenitsu’s legs gave out.
You caught him instantly, one strong arm wrapping around his waist, keeping him pinned against you.
He hated how good it felt.
He hated how easily you overpowered him.
He hated that his dick was aching, twitching, throbbing, already soaked with precum—
But most of all?
He hated how much he loved it.
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Zenitsu didn’t remember how you got him to bed.
All he knew was that he was on his back, his clothes half-off, his skin burning, and your hands were on him.
Too much.
Too good.
Too overwhelming.
His breath was shaky, his legs spread open beneath you, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He should’ve been embarrassed—should’ve pushed you away, should’ve pretended he didn’t want this.
But when you dragged your palm up his inner thigh, tracing over sensitive, untouched skin, his whole body jerked violently, a shocked little whimper spilling from his lips.
His hands shot up to cover his mouth, his fingers pressing against his own lips as if that could stop the noises from escaping.
You smirked.
“Oh? You like that?”
Zenitsu furiously shook his head, eyes blown wide, face burning.
"NO—"
You hummed, dragging your fingers up his trembling stomach, stopping just at the waistband of his underwear.
"You sure?"
Zenitsu bit his lip hard, his whole body twitching in anticipation.
He could feel himself leaking, soaking the fabric, his thighs clenched but trembling, struggling to stay still.
He was too sensitive.
Too needy.
And when you finally hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged his underwear down—
Zenitsu gasped, his breath catching, his dick twitching against his stomach.
Fuck.
He looked away immediately, his chest rising and falling way too fast.
He couldn’t do this.
He wasn’t supposed to like this.
Then your fingers wrapped around him, slow, teasing, barely applying any pressure.
And Zenitsu cried out.
A sharp, wrecked moan slipped past his lips, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.
"S-Shit—"
You chuckled. "You're shaking."
"Sh-Shut up," he whined, his voice cracking, his fingers digging into the sheets.
He was burning up.
He felt too hot, too exposed, too weak.
But it felt good.
Way too fucking good.
Your grip tightened just slightly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip, and Zenitsu’s whole body twitched.
His breath hitched, a choked moan spilling out.
"I-I—oh fuck—"
You smirked. "Already close?"
"NO—" Zenitsu’s voice cracked, his cheeks burning.
He was not going to cum just from this.
He was not going to embarrass himself like that.
He was not going to—
You leaned down, dragged your tongue over his tip, and Zenitsu screamed.
His fingers fisted the sheets, his whole body seizing up, his dick twitching violently.
And then—
He broke.
"OH—OH FUCK—"
His back arched sharply, his hips bucking up, his breath stuttering, and then he let out a wrecked little sob, cumming way too fast, way too hard.
His chest heaved, his legs shaking, his body completely wrecked beneath you.
You pulled back slightly, grinning down at him.
"That fast?" your voice was low, amused, teasing. "Thought you had more stamina, Thunder Boy."
Zenitsu whined into his hands, his whole body trembling, his mind completely blank.
He should’ve been mortified.
But then—
Your hand wrapped around him again.
And Zenitsu twitched violently.
"H-Hah—w-wait, I just—"
Your grip tightened slightly, stroking him slow, teasing, letting him feel the overstimulation creep in.
Zenitsu gasped, his hips jerking forward weakly, his thighs trembling.
"You're still hard," you murmured, voice silky smooth. "Guess that wasn't enough for you, huh?"
Zenitsu let out a broken little noise, his nails digging into your arms.
He couldn’t handle this.
He was too sensitive.
Too fucking weak.
"B-Be gentle," he whispered, his voice tiny.
You smirked, kissing his heated skin.
"No."
Then you kept going.
And Zenitsu?
Zenitsu didn’t stand a chance.
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Zenitsu refused to let go of you.
His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your chest, his breath still shaky.
You smirked, running your fingers through his messy hair.
"You okay?"
Zenitsu huffed weakly, his fingers tightening their grip on you.
"I still like girls," he mumbled into your skin. "I just… really like you too."
You chuckled. "Oh yeah?"
Zenitsu whined. "Don’t make me say it again—!"
You grinned. "So you liked it?"
Zenitsu froze.
Then, with a mortified little whimper, he hid his face in your chest.
Tags: cunnilingus, desperate top, he cums too quick (sorry), makes you come, oneshot.
Sanemi was never a neat eater, not even close to that; matter of fact, he was used to devouring, taking what was his with no explanation or exuse.
"you taste so damn good." he'd groan, face buried between your legs with no intention to stop. his white, fluffy hair tickling your inner thighs, his scarred face relaxing at the taste of a treat sweeter than candy, sucking on your sensitive bud. everytime his tongue rubbed on it, rhythmically as if he'd been trained, your yelps would make him shudder, and you felt that, he couldn't hide that if he tried.
he had never got tired of it, not even after years of dating ; it was still like watching a starved man savouring a three course meal, as if this was the first time he'd eaten in months.
"fuck, y/n, I swear I'm gonna come just from this" Sanemi mumbled, tightening the grip of his arms around your thighs, wet sounds coming from his mouth, his hips rocking forward against the mattress once, but with force, as he traced his tongue up, down your entrance over and over.
his hips thrusted forward again, then backwards, his hardness grinding painfully against the mattress from under his sweats, low groans dragged out of his lips. he had let his rythm stutter, now uneven but despite that, he compensated by adding more saliva to your already drenched hole and forcing his tongue to flick messily, quickly, desperately on your clit.
at this point, you were a mess. your fists gripped his hair, and your chin slightly tilted upwards. your eyes were unfocused as to tune in completely on one thing only: Sanemi. his voice. how desperate he was. his eagerness. your gentle moans only got louder, and so did he.
"ah-g'nna fucking- cum like this. shit-" he groaned between your folds, his tightening around your legs so much his biceps were trembling in anticipation as his breath got shakier and heavier against you. you could almost feel the way he'd pulse impossibly while still fully clothed, thrusting against the bed below you two, seeking friction or whatever he could find to just - get off. he needed that right now, he just did. the thought made you explore thoughts you had never had til now. maybe he needs to cum inside. he'd enjoy that, wouldn't he?
as his tongue mercilessly rubbed against your clit, Sanemi was panting like a trained dog. you were too, and you couldn't ignore it.
you felt it. a rush, sudden, inevitable. it was immediate, impossible to stop. your muscles started pulsing in unison with his tongue moving.
as soon as he felt it, Sanemi's grip got so tight it almost hurt for a second, with one final, powerful thrust and a louder, messy low noise coming from the very back of his throat, he let himself relax against you again, trembling slightly between your legs.
Hello! I would love to make a request for Giyuu Tomioka please! Involving how he's so quiet and reserved but surprisingly rough and dominant in the bedroom in a way that the reader never expected. Oh, and I'm 25.
comin' right up! I went with AFAB reader since you didn't specify anything, hope thats ok!
You'd been training relentlessly. Your katana flowing swiftly in the air before you, slicing training dummies in half.
Giyū sat a few meters away, completely still, his expression unreadable. He had been instructed to train you to become the next water hashira, but he seemed utterly unimpressed by your job so far.
As your katana swung, you could feel your muscles getting sore. It was the telltale sign of hours on end spent training without stopping, and you were starting to lose focus.
"Use water breathing." Giyū suggested. You obliged.
A stream of water danced around you, as you performed the form. It missed.
"Try again." Giyū stood up. His expression still unreadable, as if he was looking through you, not at you. You performed once again, hitting the dummy this time, but weakly, almost so.
Giyū took a few steps towards you, stepping into the training ground. "Try with me." He sighed, but you couldn't tell what he was trying to convey. Was he disappointed? Mad? Annoyed? Regardless, you listened to his instructions.
"Second form: water wheel."
You copied exactly what he did. The posture, the footwork, making sure your hands were holding the katana correctly. Yet, you missed again.
You blinked.
Your katana fell on the gravel, as he instinctively grabbed your wrist, tightening his fist around it, hard. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes dark.
You flinched.
"Tsk.."
He looked away, setting you free. He dusted his haori, with a cold expression on his face.
"10pm Tonight. Meet me outside my personal room. Understood?"
He gritted his teeth, as if he was trying to hold back from something. Then, he simply walked away. You started wondering if you did something wrong, if you'd accidentally disappoint him, or if he was not happy with your training. You went to your room and got ready for the night, minutes seemed hours waiting to meet him again.
Then, the time finally came.
You stepped in the hallway. All the hashiras had their room here, and you almost walked past his. You stopped, staring at the door. Then, you knocked.
Giyū opened the door. He looked.... Normal. He didn't look mad, he had the same, old blank expression on his face. His blue eyes said nothing about his state. Unreadable, unreachable.
"Glad you came. Close the door behind you. We need to talk about your.. training."
Giyū's face darkened as you closed the door behind you. His jaw ticked.
"So as you know, you have been failing a lot. Often. I'm here to tell you this isn't a game."
He growled, lowly.
"I- I dont think this is a game" You whispered.
You tried to shake your head. Giyū was never like this. Usually, he was quiet, reserved, maybe uninterested but never this rough. Something seemed off.
"Shut up."
He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.
"This isn't some fun game. You're going to be the next hashira, so you fucking need to focus. Okay?"
You shook your head again.
His nostrils flared just a glimpse.
His hand darted to your neck, hand tightening around your airway. The strenght in his wrist was especially surprising. You gasped for air, your eyes widening at the sudden feeling.
"Got it? Do you understand, y/n? Or do I need to be more clear?" Giyū snarled.
You grabbed his arm with both your hands, your legs almost giving out. "I didnt- didn't mean to-"
"Shut the fuck up. Kneel. You're gonna make up for that."
What was he on about? Your mind barely had time to process it, before he pushed you down with a hand on your shoulder, and impressive strenght.
"Oh y/n. You're gonna learn something more useful with me today, yeah? Let me teach you how to please your favorite hashira."
His hands moved from your neck to his belt, undoing it in seconds. You finally caught your breath, confused, but a weird warmth formed in your chest looking at the scene. Even if you werent restrained anymore, you didnt get up.
As Giyū slowly pulled his pants down, his cock bounced out, half hard.
"Make me proud at least tonight. Show me what you can do, y/n." He whispered, as he moved his hand to the back of your head, gently burying his fingers into your hair.
Your breath hitched. What was this? Why did it feel so good? So wrong, so right at the same time?
His cock twitched in anticipation, and you couldn't help but staring at it. The tip, still covered but slightly flushed, his jet black bush, his veiny shaft. Your mouth started watering just enough for him to notice.
You gently put your lips to his tip, kissing it softly. He let out a groan, his hand pushing your head, inviting you to kiss it more. You wrapped your left hand around the base, and started kissing up the shaft, slowly. You could feel it harden under your touch by the minute.
"Good, good pup. Fuck. That's so good, y/n."
Giyū's hips rocked against you, the head of his cock rubbing against your lips. You took him in your mouth slowly, tongue resting on the underside. You felt it immediately stiffen up, especially when you looked up at him with soft puppy eyes, humming.
Between your legs, slick started pooling as well. A warm sensation in your lower abdomen.
He breathed out, stroking the back of your head with his palm. "God, that's it. Just like that."
Your lips wrapped tighter around his cock, applying gentle suction, adding saliva. The sounds coming from your mouth were wet and warm. You sped up, keeping the other hand on his hip, stroking him with your left.
"Y/n, that's enough. Dont wanna finish just yet, mmh?" Giyū pushed your head away with his hand, a soft pop came from your mouth. Your breath was so heavy, you could almost see it. You couldn't stop staring at it. Did you... Want it? Could it be? No. You couldnt possibly.
Giyū snapped his fingers in front of your face.
"On the bed. Now." He ordered.
You obliged, climbing on the bed next to you on all fours. For some reason, you felt like you needed.. something to make you complete.
Giyū let his haori fall to the ground, and walked towards you. He grabbed your hips as you climbed on the bed.
"Uh-Uh.. C'mhere now, you brat." He said, smug. His hand trailer from your hip to your hole, tracing it up and down with his middle finger.
"You're so fucking wet already, didn't even need me to touch you didnt you? You're such a joke. Lovingly. Fuuck."
He breathed out, the head of his cock aligning between your folds. You let out a whimper, and he was clearly pleased by it. "Such a good pet for me. I'm gonna fucking show you what it means to be mine. You'll train for me, won't you?"
"Yes sir."
It almost escaped your mouth. How could you say something like that?!
That sentence, those two words, immediately made him slip right inside you.
"Shit. Say that again. Say it."
His thick shaft pulsed inside you as he pushed it into your cunt.
"Yes sir-"
"Good. Good toy." Giyū gripped your hips harder, pushing your head down with the other arm, as he fully inserted his cock in you. "Y' feel that? This is all of me. This is what you'll feel for the rest of your fuckin'life." He grinned, picking up the pace. You struggled to find a way to steady your breath, face down ass up on the water hashira's mattress. "Giy-- Ah--"
Giyū's thrusts were powerful and slow. Like he knew that was your place. Like he knew this would drive you insane. And it did. Your womb felt.. empty. You needed it so bad.
"M'gonna fucking cum inside, yeah I will. This- this is how you're gonna learn how to train". He thrusted faster. "Got it? You got it, toy? Ah-"
You nodded, quickly. Oh, at this point, there was no reason to deny it anymore. You needed him. His cock felt heavenly, your tight pussy wrapped right around it every time he tried to pull out.
His hips stuttered. As soon as they did, he bent over you and bit your neck, hard. You let out a yelp. Locking an arm around your waist, thrusting deeper, one last time, he pumped his load right on your cervix, groaning. Loud.
