Sanekana x Male Reader smut?????
Sanemi × M!Reader × Kanae
Warnings: Threesome, Jealous!Reader, Forced Teamwork, Possesive, Daddy × Brat Dynamic, Spanking, Hair Pulling, BDSM
The dim light of the training hall filtered through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Sanemi Shinazugawa stood in the center, his scarred chest heaving from the intense sparring session he'd just wrapped up. His white hair was disheveled, sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead, and his sharp eyes scanned the room with that predatory intensity that always made your stomach twist. You lingered by the edge, wiping down your blade with more focus than necessary. Your heart pounded not from the workout, but from the sight of Kanae Kocho entering the hall, her gentle smile lighting up the space as she approached Sanemi.
"Sanemi-san, you pushed yourself hard today," she said softly, her hand brushing his arm in a way that sent a jealous spike through your chest. She had no idea—no clue about the nights you'd spent tangled in his sheets, whispering promises of devotion while he growled orders into your ear. Kanae thought this was just camaraderie, a budding romance she'd stumbled into. But you knew the truth: Sanemi was yours first, even if he played both sides like a game.
Sanemi grunted, his gaze flicking to you for a split second—long enough to make your cock twitch in anticipation. "Team exercise tomorrow," he announced abruptly, his voice rough like gravel. "You two. Border patrol. No arguments." It was forced teamwork, his way of keeping you both close, testing the waters of this tangled mess. Kanae's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded eagerly. You bit your tongue, the possessiveness bubbling up like acid. Why her? Why drag her into what was supposed to be your private claim on him?
The next day dawned humid and oppressive, the forest thick with underbrush that clawed at your legs as the three of you trekked deeper into demon territory. Sanemi led the way, his haori flapping like a banner of dominance. Kanae walked beside him, chatting lightly about herbs and remedies, her laughter a knife to your gut. You trailed behind, gripping your sword hilt until your knuckles whitened, imagining pulling her away and pinning Sanemi against a tree to remind him who he belonged to.
A demon ambush shattered the tension. It lunged from the shadows, claws extended, forcing you all into synchronized combat. Sanemi barked orders—"You, cover her left! Brat, don't fuck this up!"—his nickname for you laced with that daddy edge that made your thighs clench. You dove in, slashing at the beast's flank while Kanae wielded her poison-tipped blade with graceful precision. Sanemi finished it off with a brutal overhead strike, blood spraying across his face. In the aftermath, panting and adrenaline-fueled, the air crackled with unspoken heat.
"Good work," Sanemi rasped, wiping his katana clean. His eyes locked on yours, dark with hunger. Kanae flushed, stepping closer to him, but you couldn't hold back anymore. "She's too soft for this," you snapped, voice laced with venom. "You need someone who can keep up, not drag you down." Jealousy poured out, raw and unfiltered, your secret love for him fueling the fire.
Kanae's brows furrowed in confusion. "What? I held my own—"
Sanemi's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vise grip. "Watch your mouth, boy," he growled, pulling you flush against his blood-streaked chest. The possessive glint in his eyes silenced you both. "You think you're the only one who gets a say? This trio's mine to command." He turned to Kanae, his free hand cupping her chin. "You in or out, flower?"
Her cheeks burned, but she didn't pull away. "I... I want to understand," she whispered, glancing between you and him. The drama of the triangle hung heavy, desires clashing like swords.
Sanemi didn't wait for more words. He dragged you both to a secluded clearing, the forest canopy shielding your sins. "Strip," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. You hesitated, bratty defiance rising—"Make me, old man"—earning a sharp slap to your ass through your uniform. The sting made you yelp, cock hardening instantly.
Kanae gasped, but her hands trembled as she obeyed, shedding her haori and kosode to reveal soft curves and pert breasts. You followed suit, slower, eyes devouring Sanemi's muscular form as he bared himself, his thick cock springing free, veined and demanding attention. He caught your stare, smirking. "Jealous little shit. On your knees. Both of you."
You dropped first, knees hitting the mossy ground, resentment mixing with lust as Kanae knelt beside you. Sanemi fisted your hair, yanking your head back to force your gaze up. "Daddy's gonna teach you teamwork," he snarled, the daddy dynamic igniting like flint. He guided his cock to your lips, thrusting in without mercy. You gagged, saliva dripping as you sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the salty head. Kanae watched, wide-eyed, until he grabbed her hair too, pulling her in. "Lick his balls, girl. Show him you're part of this."
She leaned in hesitantly, her warm tongue lapping at your sack while you hollowed your cheeks around Sanemi's length. The forced intimacy burned—her presence a taunt to your possessiveness—but the slick sounds of her obedience made your own dick leak pre-cum onto the dirt. Sanemi fucked your mouth roughly, hips snapping, grunting praises that twisted the knife. "That's it, brat. Take it like you own me. But you don't— we do."
He pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting you to his throbbing shaft. "Up. Bend over that log." You scrambled to comply, ass in the air, vulnerable and aching. Kanae was positioned beside you, her pussy glistening with arousal she couldn't hide. Sanemi's hand cracked down on your cheek first—spank after spank, the pain blooming into heat that had you moaning, pushing back for more. "Jealous? Good. Means you care," he taunted, fingers digging into your hip possessively.
He spanked her next, lighter at first, drawing whimpers from her lips. "You wanna play with my boy? Earn it." She arched, nodding frantically, and he rewarded her with a finger plunging into her wet folds, curling to hit that spot that made her cry out. You growled, twisting to glare, but Sanemi yanked your hair, forcing your face into the dirt. "Eyes forward, possessive fuck. Watch me own you both."
Sanemi bound your wrists with his discarded belt, the leather biting into your skin. Kanae's hands were tied similarly, linking you together in forced proximity—your bound form pressed against hers, skin sliding slick with sweat. Sanemi positioned himself behind you, spitting on your hole before shoving his cock in raw. The stretch burned, delicious and punishing, as he bottomed out with a groan. "Tight as ever, brat. Mine."
He pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust jolting your body against Kanae's. She gasped as the motion ground your hip into her thigh, her nipples hardening against your side. Sanemi reached around, pinching her clit hard enough to make her buck. "Feel that? He's fucking you through me," he rasped, possessive dominance radiating.
You couldn't hold back the jealousy-fueled pleas. "Harder, Daddy—show her I'm your favorite." Another spank landed, this one on your balls, making you howl. He laughed darkly, pulling your hair to arch your back. "Favorites are for kids. You're both my toys."
Switching seamlessly, he withdrew from you with a wet pop, slick cock nudging Kanae's entrance. She mewled as he filled her, slower this time, letting her adjust to his girth. You strained against the bonds, watching enviously as her pussy clenched around him, juices coating his shaft. "No—fuck me instead," you whined, bratty and desperate.
Sanemi's response was to grab your bound hands and force two fingers into Kanae's mouth. "Shut up and help. Finger her ass while I fuck her cunt." The teamwork was twisted, possessive control at its peak. You obeyed through gritted teeth, slicking your fingers with her spit before probing her tight rear. She shuddered, moaning around your digits as you pushed in, the dual penetration making her walls flutter.
Sanemi's pace quickened, hips slamming into her, the obscene slaps echoing. He leaned over, biting your shoulder hard enough to draw blood—a mark of ownership. "Cum for us, flower," he commanded, and she did, screaming as her orgasm ripped through her, soaking his cock. He didn't stop, pulling out to shove back into you, chasing his release with brutal thrusts.
"Gonna fill you up, brat. Mark you inside so she knows," he growled, hair-pulling you upright to kiss you fiercely, tongue invading like conquest. You came untouched, spurting onto the log, vision blurring as he flooded your ass with hot cum, pulsing deep.
He untied you both after, collapsing in a heap of limbs. Kanae curled against his chest, dazed and sated, while you nestled on his other side, jealousy simmering but subdued—for now. The triangle had shifted, boundaries pushed to breaking, desires laid bare in the afterglow. Sanemi's arms encircled you both possessively. "This is us now," he murmured. "No more secrets."
But as his breathing evened out, you met Kanae's eyes over his shoulder, a spark of rivalry lingering. The drama was far from over.