𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. Kamisato Ayato | Puppeteer Disclaimer: Contains blood and mentions manipulation. Reader insert in the name of Yui.
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He was a charm, indeed. In more ways than one, in more places than one should stand. Those lidded blue eyes glinted at each glow. Those sky-hued tresses hovering over his angelic facade. And that alluring tone of his voice effortlessly having anyone wrapped around his gloved fingers. Every eye that lays upon this fellow induces stares of distinction as well as perfection.
Oh, he was an angel, that truly.
With the way he talks — sweetly commanding, and with the way he walks — smoothly pursuing. All so great compressed into one human being, if not a sin of the lord, then a blessing from the devil. He embodies both.
The epitome of the devil in disguise, captivating the thirsts of women (and even men) upon his satiny palms. But among the people of Inazuma, one lady catches his eyes, one of which his favorites - the kind that would sweetly curve a smile for him as though all of hers was his. An innocent, pure angel overflowing with chastity. And cheers to that, he finds those the kind to itch the fire in his loins, his underlying desires.
She was like no other. Unlike the other women who boldly assert themselves to him, he prefers those with no intentions of being poised and brash. Just like her.
The pleasure that surges within his veins gives rise to his adamant discretions. When that porcelain skin of hers peeks out from her yukata, when her mild eyes look up to him in utter youth of glow, and when her perfectly pitched voice calls out to him — her sweet 'Lord Kamisato' ringing in his ears, all so renders a sugary churn in his guts.
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"So, Miss Yui," Ayato lent his hand which, the lady accepted as both figures ambled through the minka garden, "I heard you work under the supervision of Lady Guuji, has the preparations for the Mikomai dance been going well?"
The young miss glanced up to him, meeting those dull yet shining welkin eyes, "How thoughtful of you to ask that."
A giggle passed her plum lips, hopping a step to another as the man supported her hold. "The Grand Narukami Shrine has been running busy, but I assure you, no worries should ever pass the Yashiro Commission."
And again, that lulling smile with a titter of hers grew a cloudy whisk within him. "Please, I am more than delighted to assist you in any way possible." and to adhere my strings around you in every way possible.
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Such sweetheart, is he not? "You wouldn't mind joining me for dinner, will you Miss Yui?" The older Kamisato let go of her delicate hand, picking the agisai flower from its origin, "Tonight, perhaps?" and tucking it behind her ear along with her silky locks that felt as though milk in his hand. Oh, he could not get enough of such a porcelain doll in human form.
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Yet another dear laugh from her, "I wouldn't dare not to come, Lord Ayato." She spoke, eyes dwindling that had him in full view of her lashes, gorgeous, long lashes. What a perfection.
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He smiled, lidded in delight. “Perfect.”
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But you see, such a lady so easily swayed over a man's faux exterior would never have a happy ending. Little did our sweet and kind Yui know — what she was about to witness inside the obscure underground of the Kamisato estate was a magnificent culmination. And right now, as she stood there frozen in confusion, she felt a cold linger finger cupping her doll face.
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"Lord K-Kamisato—“ an utter of few words could she only manage as a spur of blood fell at the corner of her lips, looking deep into the mixture of a miscreant in the glint of his purple eyes before tears began to escape from hers.
Her body wobbled as Ayato watched her struggle in place. After all, there was no way for her to move any longer, the man could do anything; and I assure you, everything to her.
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He chuckled. Oh, he adored her so much, so much that he couldn't last a second without gaping at her view. Her cherry little lips puckered like a child's. Her smooth velvety locks are in place as though a doll. And her eyes slowly lost their life in the glow of his lunacy. It's perfect. She was perfect.
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Ayato caressed her face, brushing the tainted tears away from her supple skin. And slowly, offering a peck upon her head. "You are beautiful. Mine."
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And there was no way for dearest Yui to resist. She could only watch the psychopath do his work. Such beautiful work of art. Pieces after pieces of different illustrations. A craftmanship that even she never imagined. Each cell of glass stands a captivating doll — no, a 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵. And she's now one of his ravishing pieces.
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How cruel. Beautifully cruel. What work of mind could ever fathom such sin of art? No one thought, nor can anyone even imagine. The mask behind his smile lies a pool of blood, tangled red ribbons, and strings attached. A gallery of his sinful creations. And Yui sat there, inside the glass embodied around her circle, like a marionette when she was a child.
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Kamisato Ayato. A name that holds power, in more strings than one. Pulling one from another like this world were his show, and the people were his puppets. A puppeteer in disguise, and to each of his slender fingers holds twines.
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NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent
A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO
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“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.
“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed I’m frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”
“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”
“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.
“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”
“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.
You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.
Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.
“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”
“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.
“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.
Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.
You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.
Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.
Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.
“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.
You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.
Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.
“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.
“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.
Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.
You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.
You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.
“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.
“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.
Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.
“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.
“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.
After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.
“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”
“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.
“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.
He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.
“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”
“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.
“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”
“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”
“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”
“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.
“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.
“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.
“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.
“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.
“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”
“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.
“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”
Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.
Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.
“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”
Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.
“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”
He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.
He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.
“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.
You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.
“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”
He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.
You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.
“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.
After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.
“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.
You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.
“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.
Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.
You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.
“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”
His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.
“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.
“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.
“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”
You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”
You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.
His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.
You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.
You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.
You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.
“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.
He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.
“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”
You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”
He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.
“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.
“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”
“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”
He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.
“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.
His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.
“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”
The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.
“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”
You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.
“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.
For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.
Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.
“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.
Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.
He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.
You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.
“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.
As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.
“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.
“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.
“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.
“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.
“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.
“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.
Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.
“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.
“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.
You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.
When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.
He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.
You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.
“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.
Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.
He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.
“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts began picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.
Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.
“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”
You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.
His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.
Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.
“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”
You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.
“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.
“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.
“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.
You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.
“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.
As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.
The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.
“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.
Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.
Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message
Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.
Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”
Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.
He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least he wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.
“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.
Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?
Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.
Genya: fucking clearly.
Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?
Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??
Nemi: look closer.
After a moment of studying, Genya realized.
Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????
Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.
Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was livid for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.
“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.
Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.
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SYNOPSIS: 500 years after the destruction of Khaenri'ah, Morax, in the vessel of a man named Zhongli, visited an old friend from the past and allows her to enjoy the outside world after being cooped up in the Plane of Euthymia.
i have now realized how distant you truly were and how close you are to her. i shouldn’t even be feeling this, but again, somehow— here lies again my heart ache.
He often strokes your hair and ghosts kisses your neck up to your shoulder. He is very... enthusiastic while doing it. And is loud in more ways than one. He does not lose stamina so good luck with unlimited rounds. He loves it when you ride him.
You will see the diversity of his beaming self and extremely lustful side.
"I need to feel you against me.”
"I can't wait any longer, sunshine."
"Do not fret! Lay down, and I'll take care of you.”
"Just like that... You're so good."
“I really liked it when you're tied up.
Let’s try that again!”
"Ha — aaa Sunshine! You're taking me so well."
"I love the way you react,
— give me more my love."
"You're s-so good —I love you —Fuck!"
"Amazing. Do you want to do it again? Okay!"
Shinazugawa Sanemi
Filled with swearing and instant penetration. He doesn't waste his time being inside you. Also likes to pull your hair; traps both of your wrists behind you while he thrusts from behind; have your face sinking unto the bed.
You'll wake up with a sore body and his head buried in your chest.
"Yeah? I'l shut you up, but you might
moan a little."
"I can't wait to fuck you tonight."
"I fucking love it when you scream loud."
"Especially when it's my name."
"You look appetizing squirming like that."
"I-I'm fucking you so good aren't I?"
"Look at your pussy dripping for me."
"Get over here, you little cunt."
“Suck”
"S-say it! Say how much you… want me."
"Louder!"
"Fuckk!"
“Round three motherfucker!”
Uzui Tengen
Full of spanks.
Oh, he loves foreplay. Definitely flamboyant when it comes to making you wet. He's got every trick and every toy you could and couldn't imagine if it means bringing you a parade.
Not to mention that he is also a master of his expertise and perfectly executed any position that comes to mind.
"Who's your daddy?"
"I missed your pinkish lips around me, ya'know?"
"You taste so good, babygirl."
"Look at me b-baby.
You’re tightening around me so good.”
"Come on, you want it?"
"Beg."
"On your knees my little whore."
"Daddy's gonna roll."
"Fuck you baby — yeah, just like that."
"Don't be stubborn.
You're practically tied up flamboyantly."
"Wanna go again?"
"Say please daddy and I'll fuck you so hard."
Tomioka Giyuu
This man is very quiet. But before you know it you'll be moaning his name so loud because he's already kissing your spot so deep within. He loves to hover atop of you and is conscious if he would hurt you. But when he gets in the heat of the moment you'll have your sanity gone.
And he also loves curling his hand with you and wants you to embrace him.
"I've thought about you all day."
i"It's hard not to."
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"You... look so good."
“I want to hear you..."
“Fuck.”
“Did I hurt you?”
Gasps everywhere. Raspy grunts.
"Hmm, go to sleep."
Obanai Iguro
Hisses everytime and anywhere. He is fond of caressing and roaming his palms around your body; loves to bite and nips your supple flesh, and leaves marks all over your skin. Looks at you too deep and intimidating — one round is enough to have you explode.
The man would smile at you warmly with eyes hooded in passion. He would look at you in adoration before he laughing sweetly with his usual overjoyed demeanour. And then slowly, his heartful laugh would die down as he faced you.
"I love how you look, sunshine." Kyojuro never fails to paint blush on your cheeks, even more, when you saw the way his eyes looked at you as if he saw the rarest gem all his life. The smile he wore almost catches up with the sun; so bright, and warm. Warmer when he took a step towards you and gently slid his palm on the side of your face. And snaked his other hand to caress your waist all the while he brought his face closer to yours.
You could feel his hot breaths grazing at your lips and you'd thought of how gentle yet lush of a man he could. How his gaze would glint and grow small as the gap between your lips closed in unwavering emotions.
Rengoku has his arm fully wrapped around your waist, pulling your body closer to his virile chest. His warm lips moulded almost too perfect with yours that he couldn't stop kissing you. Your palms dwelled on his shoulder and would dwindle to his chest. The moments of his latching love with you is overall romantic, warm, and full of solemnity. The way, his hand skidded to your nape and deepened your shared kiss is enough to brim your everlasting joy.
And if he is lucky enough to share the night with you — it would always end up heated as the blaring sun.
Tomioka Giyuu
The water pillar can't get any quieter with all his silent mulls. You would watch him chew on his favoured dish: salmon daikon. Without him knowing how your stare could only focus on his lips. Giyu nonchalantly enjoys his time in silence but it was obvious in his eyes how much the moments are all too precious that it was never easy to hide. You knew him well, so well, that you had foreseen his face engulfed by blush.
After all, it was you who will make the first move. "Giyu." you called out to him and he would never fail to hear your gentle voice. He turned his head to you as your eyes instantly met his deep ocean ones. Ah, his features of a man are truly compelling no matter how much his aloof facade may seem. There was a shade of light pink - too faint, but way too obvious as he hears your call.
The seeming sly smile on your face began to show and it prompt the man to blink in confusion at your shameless expression. Giyuu is not a man who start things; things that are way too intimate and way too hard to handle for a man like him. He was about to question your profound stare but the words found no way out.
And you couldn't help yourself but plant a soft peck on his light pouting lips. Your hand instantly found its way towards his jaw and skidded up to his cheek. Before you pulled him into that scheme he always adored you. The man didn't even flinch not staggered, but his eyes took a second before they close. Giyuu moved his lips with yours in utter ease and comforting silence. It was his warm palm on your cheeks that you could feel, and the thumping sound pulsating within your chest.
It was mostly you who would make the first move. And it is even more surprising to see how he can return it all with the same vast of emotion.
Tengen Uzui
The depiction of this man is undeniably covered with vicious fiasco and sultry little schemes. The way he smiled at your flustered facade and the way he response to you with teases you couldn't handle we're exceedingly frustrating in more ways than one. And one of those ways is the tingling emotion rushing up in your insides just by the sight of his lustful fuschia eyes.
"Come on, just a peck, please?" It wasn't even a request in spite of the words used but further forced demand with the look on his face. A fearful smirk appeared on his face that you almost exploded in difficulty. Why does it have to be so hard to look at him in the eyes without feeling the tempting desire? It was something of the man no one can take away.
Your eyes would dwindle to the side, cheeks painted with warm pigments caused by his usual prattle. You gulp down your pride and shamely took your view to the side. "Fine—"
And before you could even spat another vocal, it was a whimper that escapes your lips for he had you wrapped in his arm within a second. With that he kissed you in a blink of an eye that you couldn't help but close them at the heated touch. It wasn't a peck either, yet it was expected from this man. Uzui has you locked on the spot with palms fondling and roaming throughout your figure.
What always caught you off guard wasn't the instant kiss. But the swift action he did when he slips his tongue into your entrance that made you lose your breath. Why? Because he could never get enough kissing and tasting you to the point he'd sacrificed a hitched breath.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
This man could never get any cuter for each time he expresses his undying sentiments to you. But the moment his actions and schemes begins you should never hope to prevail such gentleness among his actions. Shinazugawa is never a man lenient especially when it's about intimacy. Especially now that you have provoked him inside this closed spaced room; far from others and all done by a sinful dare.
"Tch, what's with your fucking look?" The white-haired asked you crudely, almost spatting a condemnation but the more you looked into his dull purple eyes, the more you could feel that his leer hides a delicate man.
It was entrancing to see the depths within his glaring orbs; lulling yet menacing. And one way or another it would never fail to strike heat deep within your sorrowful heart. You smiled at him as he speaks, mumbling your reply before you darted your view away from him with a blush. Sanemi's eyes twitched at your stunt for the moment you looked away his veins ached in desire.
Before you could even react, your body faces him in a split of a second. The man groaned in annoyance, rashly taking a hold of the back of your head and took your lips with his. It was all so sudden and solely made your heart skipped a beat. He kissed you all too passionate but way too rough that you solemnly hummed between the heated kiss.
As he wasn't a gentleman, you would have proven this at this very moment for your back met the wall at his immediate forceful push. Sanemi sneered along with the kiss with your soft whimper at action he induced. His lips felt so good with yours and you eventually felt him biting your bottom lip — allowing himself to explore your wet cavern at the given chance.
And as you do all these lecherous actions, his scarred palms would caress your hips; moving up and down as his hand heated at your skin.
Himejima Gyomei
This man hidden inside a body so gallant and arms so slender massive made you think how it feels trapped within them. How is it possible to feel affection towards him — to someone who do not care for romance not any shade of chaste. He was pure — way too pure that you wondered how sinful it is to even think of him.
The wind flew once more as it dances along with grass and throughout the field. Where both of you sat in the middle of this vast of flowers and zeniths. It made you wonder how can this moment be so peaceful without a word. It wasn't deafening. Himejima depicts a strong, sturdy, and immovable boulder; someone which you would think your father. But the age between you wasn't concerning.
It's always the job and reputation. And just now you decided to break them. Even for just a squint of an eye. The flower crown held by your slender hand followed a path to him. Despite being sightless he knew well what you're doing. And he didn't mind. Yet the only thing that bothered him in peace was the soft and sweet feeling that suddenly pecked his cheek.
Obanai Iguro
But then again, who is he to decline your tempting request? Iguro straightened his body precedent across yours with ease he managed to induce. You weren't sure if this was right or if it is uncomfortable to him. But you were utterly convinced and certain that you wish to see his facade beneath that mask. And then before you knew it, your hand began to move as if it has control — caressing his concealed cheeks before dwindling the fabric down.
You were stunned not only by his intimidating dual-hued orbs. But perceiving this outrageously fascinating sight was more to take than a single breath. Iguro would look at you in awe with how your face lit up. It was as though he was mesmerized instead of you. And at that very moment his hand snaked up to your nape; sliddering gracefully like a snake and pulled you down for a sweet scheme. The second your eyes blinked for a second you felt a warm caressed against your lips.
To think it was his, your hands found his slender shoulder where your palms sojourned in heat. The scarred cheeks, and a mouth of both side slit — you didn't give any hint of concern for him alone was enough to shower you in both affection and comfort.
Muichiro Tokitou
(aged up to 18)
The mint-coloured eyes of his we're so deep to the point it's depth was farther than the sky. He was merely a young man at that, yet looking at how the world revolved around him made you wonder how he grew into a fine man. With an attitude of scarce glee. The time when you fought in midst of the war was very much memorable even after five peaceful years. Way too count for comfort.
And too lovely to see his smiles every day despite how dainty they can be. The simplest way his minty glances came at you, your heart would likely skip a beat and the moment it did — you wouldn't even utter a vocal.
"(Y/n)... You look pretty." Muichiro remarked almost without shame in his tone nor his gaze. It was way too blunt to mull over but way too genuine to be a lie. Your lips slowly tugged up into a smile— in which his eyes shimmered at the faintest light, and his cheeks— painted in red hues, and his hand— heating atop yours like the world would end if he let go.
And then his lips— instantly feeling your plum ones in fervour and passion sealed as the both of you kiss. The breeze sang by the patio almost performing for the lovely scene. Your hand supported your body; placed against the tatami material slowly bending when bit by bit as moment by moment he hovers a top of you. Muichiro gives certain leers and actions scarce in emotion— but deep inside you knew well overwhelming his emotions are.
End
Hello hello! i havent posted in a while but here are some of headcannon for you guys! ehe ‼️
The kingdom of Ignis known to be pure and blazing as the flame. The sweetest of hearts and the faithful of all. And ever since you were a child, your eyes had settled and captured the Kingdom’s prince — Kyojuro.
“Princess of Aurum, you are to be
wedded to the Great Prince of Ignis.”
It was your dream. And he kissed your hand so sweet and delicately warm. And you were certain; this prince will always have your heart.
And his heart belongs, sadly, to a mere commoner. Never yours.
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This is just an idea if you wanna write some angst fanfic! hihihihi
Even a demon's body is induced by their sensual desires.
And they say opium brings you fantasy.
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𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚊.𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚖𝚊//𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 (𝙽𝙵𝚂𝚆)
It was only meant to be a game. A game among us demons trapped in boredom. But who would have thought things would get far too – heated.
"Open your lips, Lovely." His husky voice lingered in her ears, demanding seductively.
The lady succumbed to his wishes, seeing him far engrossed over her tied-up frame; a face daubed in pure insanity of wanton; blushing like a mad man as he cupped her chin towards him. After all, Douma would rather fawn over women, give in to their petty smiles – a price to give before all of them are dissolved into his paradise.
But she's an exemption, (Y/n) is a demon – at most, the loveliest of the lowliest kind. She was nothing but a random demon, and yet she managed to charm their sight. A favourite.
Now she has to fulfil their feisty, raging desires. All but a pinnacle to this silly dare.
A smile emerged from her lips in such a way the man could feel all heat rushing to his veins. (Y/n) parted her lips open with a gust of steamed gasp, and strings of saliva from her lips. Slowly but surely to anticipate his throbbing sense.
The dirty-blonde man smirked wide, accumulating the flush over his lips; licking them ever so sensual; closing the dainty distance of their lips before filling her cavern with his devil's tongue. Whilst he roamed his vicious hand around her flesh-like cream, tugging his fingertips from her waist to the back of her head — sending what she had felt, heat all over her body by his touches.
And no matter how tempting it is for her to touch him the same way, her wrists were tied up from the rope that magically appeared above them; having her stature completely bare into the upper moon two's touches.
A moan escaped her lips in between the heedless kiss, feeling the pulsating bulge of the blonde male protruding beneath his pants —nudging just below her waist as he pressed his body further. "Heh, " Douma called, pulling away from the sloppy session he had accumulated with her, licking his lips in satisfaction.
"Ah~ Your mewls are the lullaby's I ought for." There was dust of crimson blush across his face as his eyebrows creased together and a sly grin on his lips. His thumb grazed her wet lips; caressing them before his grip over her chin compressed that made her whimpered at the jarring pain. "Why don't you moan for me more, hmm?"
His breath trickled down from her lips the second he brought her face closer to his own, and the sensual leer in his eyes looked so clear within her reach. She whimpered through the tightness of his muscles taking a hold of her face; almost too painful for the rim of his nails chafed her skin that healed all too quickly as the throbbing sensation within her chest arises with every breath she takes.
"Do you like this?" Douma took a swift stride behind her, kissing the verge of her shoulder with a hand still cupping her face and the other slithering upward her waist and then slipping his heated fingers through the thin fabric of her yukata. Fondling her flesh cream with the heat of fervent within his fingertips.
She nodded with lidded eyes and a sigh passed her quivering lips. The linen of the fabric went loose downwards her shoulder as the knot tying her wrists up freed her, slightly leaning against his broad chest.
The warm sensuous pecks and kisses from his lips sent every spot a dwelling heat and the careless touches of his hands beneath the cloth molested her in vim and vigour as he chuckled at the rear of her ears.
Seconds later her shoulders were fully uncovered, the fabric flowing smoothly down her chest, and he cupped them all too hastily, as he leisurely licked her exposed neck up to her lips. She shivered at the chilling effect of his tongue and hummed in pleasure at both his kisses and his dreadful touches.
All the while a certain man watched and scrutinized in silence at the corner of the room.
Douma gave a playful smirk the moment he stopped kissing her, averting his eyes swiftly to the figure lurking in the shadows; watching intensely at the second upper moon feasting her desirable body.
"Why don't you join us," The blonde firmly held her chin once more, tilting the woman's head to kiss her protruding collarbones as he skidded his other hand to grab hers. "Akaza-dono?"
(Y/n) gradually lidded her desperate eyes at the figure of the other man, biting her lips playfully as a gesture of desire to indulge. She seek for a spark within Akaza's flaring eyes, a temptation. And for that he answered swiftly as he appeared right in front of her molested body.
"It was nice truth or dare game." The pink-haired male raspily muttered, stepping closer to her body that was held up from behind, leaning down at her trembling lips with fervour in his breaths that was kissing her flesh. "Might as well enjoy it while it lasts."
The second she blinked her glorious eyes, she found herself trapped in between the heat of two men's body; closing in firmly that kept her frame intact; snaking kisses to kisses and caresses to far more caresses that made her body shuddered in pleasure.
A breathless moan escaped her tinted lips with a mind almost insane from the dwindling pleasure coating her body. Douma took dibs on the portion of her shoulders, ghosting kisses as he slowly, and completely took every fabric that was hanging onto her body.
(Y/n) arched her head at the cold chilly air kissing her body, resting her palm at the broad chest of the man in front of her, slithering her touches that took Akaza out of his dress to all but a denuded top. And he smirked playfully before taking possession of her lips.
"Aaah you are one of a sexy kind, ya know?" The second upper moon said before retreating his heated stunts, leaving Akaza smouldering her body and kissing her roughly. Douma stepped away from the two to gradually undress in a manner slower than time, peering into the scene with twitching eyes and smirking lips.
On the other hand, Akaza had full control over the movements of her body; hastily tugging his fingertips through her hair, pulling in a deeper and stopper kiss as he proved his other hand over her bareback and downwards that freed a mewl out of her.
It was addicting.
They were nothing more but vile, elegant demons under the command of one flaw stronger, and yet, the unwavering desire of satisfaction remain as though they were humans. And perhaps the thought alone would make one hurled over, after all, how can they be so different and similar to that of a human being?
The scorching heat flowing down her chest arises for every second she stood in contact with the man. "Mmm-" A soft hum responding to his kisses, digging her nails to the man's hair and pushed in a more sensuous stunt.
Akaza pulled away, so much to her dismay, laughing hastily and chuckling friskily before twirling her around and roughly pulled her silky hair. He breathed against her skin, sniffing the rear of her neck, and licking the rear of her ears.
"As much as I want to have you for myself, I'm gonna need to share." He whispered, glaring at the last word that escaped his lips, and took a few steps towards the spacious, ample, and flaccid bed that is daubed in patterned blankets. "After all, breaking a dare is hurtful for my pride."
The two figures stood still for a second and gaze at the man settled at the mattress as though an Emperor's posture - completely bold and naked in both physical and emotional aspect. "Heh, that's correct, now come on sweetheart — I'm impatient." Douma let out a deep and amorous chuckle, certainly gesturing at the protruding rod that stood between his legs craving to be touched.
It almost took a drool out of the corner of her lips as she stared at it in wanton. Before she whimpered in surprise at the sudden push and grasp of the back of her head that almost felt like all her strands are being pulled; stumbling over the bedstead as Akaza positioned himself at the all-four position she was in.
"Now, let's ram the hell out of you." A smirk smeared over the peach-haired man's face, taking a stronghold of the back of her head and pushed her down just as closer to Douma's throbbing shaft that almost kissed her drooling lips. Akaza smoothly skidded his palm from the back of her neck to her bare skin and her lower back that protruded every hair on her skin in frigid touch
There was dust of deep crimson shade that daubed her cheeks, lips apart with all the flush rushing to her delicate veneer, and eyes softly widening at the sight of his twitching rod that stood so clear right before her eyes. Gulping in both nervousness and anticipation, (Y/n) met the blonde's lethal gazes that melted her on the inside.
Douma's smile widened at the expression plastered over her visage; smoothly gliding his fingertips upon her face, and slowly lifting her head with a finger resting beneath her chin.
The look on her face states one thing — furiously desperate.
(Y/n) looked at him with eyes hooded in all but chastity, breathing heavily, and eyebrow's creasing at the anticipation. "P-please..." she begged.
"Go on my dear, have your feast." The blonde let out a loud satisfied groan the second her lips took him whole into her cavern.
(Y/n) couldn't wait for a second to breathe, nor did she had any chances of doing so; the firm hold of his hand pushed her down completely that her throat met his twitching head; whimpering and mewling at the tremendous size that is filling her mouth, up and slowly — down.
Douma felt as though he was trapped in heaven at the smooth gliding of her lips around his precious vigour. Arching his back ever so swiftly and groaning huskily as the coarse of her palm partnered with the stroking she was pulling. It felt as though she had full control over his pleasure as she gagged upon - not until she was intruded from behind.
(Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock, "Mhhm-!!" whining in the pleasure able pain that was induced from behind her. Akaza did not wait any time watching the two sly demons have fun while he stood on his knee with a palpitating rod.
The man thrust himself into her drenched slit that smoothly went through from the easy lubrication, "Hahaha! Y-you're already this dirty, huh? -- ngh..." ramming like a madman and reaching the depth of her aching cavern. Akaza released a deep grunt with a face scrunching at the pleasure of her tightness.
She muffled a moan as her mouth was compressed with the veiny shaft of the blonde, ceasing her movements as her eyes closed firmly. The tremendous thrusts behind her wrecked her being that took her mind out of sanity. It was an emotion that felt like induced by morphine.
A drug that gave her a vast array of pleasure and fantasy. Addicting.
"Who told you to stop?" (Y/n)'s body shuddered in fear and overwhelming sensation flowing in fathom as she hears the blonde's cold tone, gripping her coloured locks firmly and impelled her until he reached the back of her throat. Douma heaved heavily as sweats began to dwindle from his head and glistened at his chest, gasping dust of steamed air from his luscious lips.
She gave him an apologetic glimpse, whimpering at the discomfort on her scalps but moaning at the blissful thrusts inducing havoc within her tight walls. Akaza's firmly gripped her waist as he thrusts, gliding his feverish palms to the rear of her back and gave in one forceful intrusion that stifled her in surprise.
The tension of the room engulfing their agitated bodies grew higher as their voices mewled and groaned in overwhelming pleasure that gave rise to their haste movements. An outcry was freed from the girl at the continuous ramming filling her inside, kissing her spot for every second he comes in. It was exhilarating.
Her eyes glinted in emerging flame hue, illustrated to what was left in the light-induced by the shogi lamp, striking dimmed rays to her supple skin and coated her sweat in lustre. She looked up, eyebrows creasing to the centre of her forehead and met the cold icy hue of the demon's eyes. Staring in pure lust.
A chuckle escaped Douma's throat, exhaling a quivering breath. "Hah... Your mouth feels nourishing! Ngh-!" He exclaimed in delight, digging his slender fingers through his blonde hair hastily and out of compulsive passion, gritting his teeth with heat flowing down his veins that were protruding from his head and neck, and to his hand that held her head in place.
(Y/n) felt as though she collided with a pair of meteor from her head to her back that ensued her depravity of impurity. Was all this an epitome of indecency enough to question their sanity? Yes, after all — there was no hint of senses left in their corrupted mind. They were just demons.
The series of lecherous sounds escaping her throat muffled in a bag brimming gusto, and the havoc playing within her insides only rose to no extent. A sudden whimper, a tighter grasp of her scalps, and a deeper trespass from her behind and in her mouth — had her sweet eyes lurching upward and mouth drooling ever so vastly.
"You're taking me in so g-good, " A sensuous bitter chuckle escaped Akaza's lips as he huffed and gasped in extensive pleasurable contentment of her tightening walls and his pulsating member getting sucked in her.
His eyes lidded into a soft glare, clenching his jaw to prevent himself from releasing more of the lustful sounds that may scratch his pride of a warrior. "Fuck—“But his hold unto her supple waist grew tighter every second he comes in disordering her insides and reaching her spot easily than any men could never. And his speed only grew in pace.
Everything is a drug, coating their minds in fathom with wanton smouldering their sensitive hearts. The two men used her body for filling of satisfaction alone if one could see, but the devastating desire of her remains like a keepsake.
And the two males could never have enough of her.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck--!!" A deeper smear ld swear came out of Douma's lips, groaning in anticipation, reaching his limit anytime soon. His cold rainbow eyes neared shut and his lips had a quivering grin curving.
She too was no exception, the unbearable pleasure swarming inside her body heated her chest to tighten, and tying an ardent knot in her stomach that she shuddered at the pervasive sensitivity of her womanhood. She was very close. "MMHH-!!" And before she could even close her lidded eyes completely, a sudden strike of the last thrust hit her womb and painted her insides white, widening her eyes before they slowly drooped a second after she came.
All three reached their pinnacle, gasping breathlessly and huffing air that steamed their bodies to sweat. And a trio of pulsating heartbeats they once thought they had no possession of.
A heart, but the one they had was enraptured with all but pure affection.
(Y/n) glides up from the veiny shaft that filled her mouth and throat with a great amount of white libido; dripping by the corner of her lips, and looking up to the blonde's view as he weaved his fingers through her, and then grazing his thumb on her wet lips.
She breathed quite heavily with arms barely supporting her position, and eyes sagging in drowsiness after indulging in the depths of wanton. Before whimpering slightly at the stinging pain on her bum.
She looked behind her to what was left on her energy. "I had a fun time, Heh." Akaza gave a wry smirk as he stared at her gaze as he pulled himself out, and then flipping her body over, scooping her frame into his arms and lay her down beside the other man. "I shall take my leave. We should do this again."
He gallantly stood his way and clad himself in his pants, her eyes followed each of his movements with a sly smile on her lips, gripping the rim of the blanket.
Before blushing deeply to his last words. "But next time, it's only you and me." That was his last set of words before stepping in the darkness of the shogi door, leaving her with a painting of dark red on her cheeks.
(Y/n) felt undeniably sore from both throat and her intruded core, but it was no denying how utterly blissful was the experience. And slowly as the cold ran past her bare shoulders, she was under the futon in no time with eyes gradually closing. The stunts pulled tonight was a breathless fantasy, after all, it was two men with an extensively amazing form that had a taste of her.
A solemn breath left her tainted lips before her eyes slowly opened at the sudden contact of another skin. "Douma-sama, " she softly questioned, glancing to her side, squeaking in surprise when she had met his bare chest and his muscular arm snaked around her waist.
A chuckle met her response and a husky breath kissed her ears from behind that made all the hair on her nape stood. He sounded pleasing.
Douma licked the rear of her ear that made her body shuddered, and he let out another deep chuckle that sounded more of a demon. Her eyes grew wide, and her chest felt like hurling over from the heat.
"Let's go for another round, " He seductively muttered beside her ear with a smirk playing on his lips. Leaning down at her, and gently pecked her bare skin that took her mind out of its sense.
"Shall we?" the last clear words of the night before the room was clouded in lewd noises once again.
End
I made this last month and updated it on wattpad but it seems a lot of you guys loves nsfw much so imma post it here too!! ive been having writer’s block so help me with any plot you have in mind!!🍰
“When the lust that induced them seemed so unloved.”
𝚂.𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒//𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 (𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆)
"You've been annoying me these days, ya know that?"
A soft gasp was induced out of your lips once your body was forcefully pushed down the soft mattress. The tension lingering in the atmosphere has gotten heavier and even heavier as the moments pass by. And more arousing to hear his husky calls.
Like a hungry beast in need of its prey. In your case, Sanemi was your tempting beast.
"Is this how you should treat me? Huh?" he retorted, and the way he cracked up his neck with veins protruding his scarred skin, you looked up to his impenetrable eyes. He's definitely angry. And just then you felt him hovering above your body, refraining yourself from the sudden sensation all the while he brought his hand to your face.
The white-haired man spoke closely to your lips. And he let out such dangerous, hot breaths. "Answer me, (Y/n)."
Your eyes gradually dwindled, lidded with your breath shaking as though he was inducing cold. There was this profound swell on your throat for you not to be able to utter a word but whimpers alone. What was it that you've done for him to act this way? Surely it wasn't how you talked to the flame pillar. Right?
You didn't know and even if you did have an idea, you wouldn't be sure. Shinazugawa is never a man so clear, he was always in the state of cruelty or even sometimes, an unusually quiet state. And you would choose the first instead of the latter. When he's mad you know what he feels, but if he's silent — just like now, you can never be too sure of what is going on in that skull of his.
But with all those factors, it was a sudden occurrence that you've fell for him.
Your eyes opened completely, wishing to dive into his menacing purple orbs. Lips pursing as your hand gripped unto the white sheets. "Shinazugawa-san, I—" your voice stuttered, completely dazed with how he looked at you. And how he brought his body too close to yours. But the uncertainty in his eyes remains like a calm sea — no way to move.
The wind pillar groaned annoyingly at your inability to answer such a simple question. He hissed, grazing his thumb on your shivering lips before another gasp escapes from it. "Why the fuck were you ignoring me?"
There was a mixture of nervousness and flattery running down your veins when he pushed your body completely down the mattress. "I'm sorry..." you whispered softly, it was almost inaudible to hear but he heard it perfectly. The man took your wrists with one hand, gripping them above your head as he pressed his knee further between your thighs. It has you squirming on the spot, with a seeming crimson painting your angel face.
Why, indeed, were you ignoring him? Your eyes avoided his menacing gaze, looking down to your side. How could you not avoid him throughout the week? After all that had happened between the two of you before you had managed to ignore him. It was a steamy night, no doubt.
But what induced you to taint your chaste was the opposite of what he feels. You love the man, but all he felt was the tempting heat.
So you wondered, what is he so mad about? Your ignorance? Do your presence and attention matter any longer, after all, whatever happened that night was nothing but lust. To him, you know for sure, and there is no need for him to be aware of your ludicrous emotions. Emotions that you find a hindrance to both of your goals.
Your thoughts popped away like bubbles floating in the thin air. Sanemi sharply chuckled beside your ear; coating it with heat from his breath. "Don't worry, I've got ways to punish you."
He smirked between his words before forcefully pressing his lips on yours. The pillar, as fast and rough as wind, applied its painful pleasure to your body. The white-haired man impatiently pulled you up by your nape, deepening the sloppy kiss he gave you as he tugged his fingertips lined down your thigh before gripping, propping it up.
And soon went abruptly up to your shoulder; harshly pulling what was left on your clothing. Even in the dark, you could see the hunger in his eyes and the heat of his face. It was only lucked to see him undressed his body as he stood and for you to caught sight of his scarred chest, you loved so much.
Your chest heaved low and high, anxious about what is bound to happen next. It seems true that he was angered by your ignorance, or it's just an excuse to have you bed him once more. And the both of you sure you wanted it more than anything. He found himself clouded with a mixture of emotions, unable to even suppress himself not to lay pain on you.
But the throbbing of his heart only gave rise to his dirty desires.
"Shinazugawa-san..." you called, gulping slightly once he started hovering over you one more time. And soon you let out a breathless breath when he suddenly took you by your waist, trapping himself between your legs and planted kisses down your exposed neck.
How could you comply so easily? The way his warm palms heated at your skin, roaming —so gracefully throughout your supple body. Gripping, like he was unable to rectify the roughness of his touches. All you could do was release those hot breaths and arched your back in both pain and pleasure.
Your upper body was propped up from the futon with both your palms supporting you up, looking down at him with lidded eyes. And he looked back just the same, but with more fire in his eyes as he went down and further down to your region. It rises your chills and protruded goosebumps.
But he stopped right there.
Your expression almost made him laugh, the mixture of disappointment and arousal fits your face so much more to his liking.
Now there is an impudent grin on his face, such a presumptuous facade that you once more gulped in fear at the hot glare in his shiny, purple eyes. Is it really that easy to succumb yourself to this man? Weren't you a hunter too? So why let him control and dominate over you?
And there is only one explanation to that; you relished the moments when your bodies collided in heat and sweat.
Sanemi moved his palms from your thighs to your waist without wiping the delinquency of his look. What made you shudder so much was his lips and tongue gliding up to your stomach and stopped at your chest with a sly smirk. What now? Oh, nothing is finished yet. In fact, he was just getting started, and you knew once he stood on his knees all the while he unzips what was left in his cloth.
"Come, " and it was obvious how demanding the tone of his voice was, not to mention, the way he looked down at you with sharpened, cold eyes.
The snow-haired man took your wrist and pulled you up, before raking, and digging the tip of his fingers through your scalp and roughly gripped your dishevelled hair. Your lips quivered in a gasp, gulping as you bit your lower lip at the compelling yet fearful sight.
"Shinazugawa—" you trailed off, almost with a stutter at the throbbing bulge beneath that thin cloth. And so suddenly, a whimper escaped from your throat when he pulled unto your hair a bit too tight.
Before your eyes widened at the sight you never saw so close before. "Shut up and show me what that mouth of yours can do." was all he said before his unfaltering leer met your scared eyes. Who wouldn't be scared? You don't even know if that can make you swallow it whole. Too big, too massive, and you know how rough it can get.
Of course, he had a taste of you before. "Now suck, (Y/n)." Sanemi demanded with his eyes twitching in eager. It was now your turn to please him.
And then your hands shakily grasped around his veiny shaft, playing your thumb at the tip of its head.
Your eyes looked up to him as your lips grew close to his pulsing rod, opening your mouth, kissing the tip, and looking at him innocently as if you were brimming chaste. It was that drinking process he felt hungry for, and for you was the grunt he sexily released and the pleasing look on his face.
But it was all too quick when he shoved you forcefully, swallowing him until he reached the back of your throat.
"Agh- nghh..." Sanemi has his mouth hanging open, with his head arching at the sensation, his grip grew tighter as he refrains himself from letting you see his pleased face. He was, after all, a dominating man, and it will take too much pride for you to see him sweating.
Your head bobbed with your eyed closing, he felt too thick and too big inside your mouth. And with all honesty, you left within you, you enjoyed this seeming rough dominance of him.
Sanemi groaned loudly at the pace you were doing. Even more when he looked below and saw your lewd face meeting him. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold himself back from thrusting in. However it may be, and however he tried, the feeling of your lips and through gave him the chills that seeped deep with pleasure.
"F-fuck...." his voice was now quivering, and along with how his jaw tightened as he groans. And Sanemi couldn't even stop himself from thrusting just enough not to hurt you. But more than enough to have you gagging at his size with drools dripping at the corner of your lips.
Sanemi stroked your hair from your forehead to the back, before tightening his clamping hands. He smiled in pleasure, and in more ways, he was satisfied. "D-didn't know your mouth could do better than to stutter... Haaa— nghh..."
And then he came with a violent shudder. Whispering such swear and so forth, your name.
You sat there gasping and huffing airless breaths, unable to even utter another word after what just happened. Of course, how could you speak with a mouth dripping white sticky liquids? And all he did was look down at you in viciously. You gulped, looking down to your sides with fear of catching his gaze.
Sanemi once more strokes your locks shifting to your cheeks. And when his thumb reached your lips, he purposely grazed his scarred finger and wiped the liquid harshly. "Good job." he said, before instantly moving his hand to your neck and forced you to lay back down.
"Now it's my turn, I suggest you moan loud. Or I'll force it out of you."
He hovered a top of you, one knee in between your thighs and the other trapping you. Your naked body beneath him was a sight to him, he couldn't manage to look away from your swelling supple skin, or the cream-like flesh of your body. It all seemed so godly to him that he felt his member twitching.
Your wanted to touch him more, to feel him more, and to kiss him in passion. Your eyes could tell someone the plead you're giving and yet he didn't even glance at it. "P-please..." you whispered almost without air and a seeming blush creeping to your cheeks.
Sanemi pressed himself to your body more, and the tension around you has gotten heavier as he leaned into your side. Licking your neck and then nimble with your ear. "Please what?" He mockingly asked you in such a husky tone that sent shivers down your body.
"Like this?" He smirked, and you let out a sudden gasp when you felt your walls stretching. His rough, long fingers slipped inside you flawlessly; he curved and played with your dripping cunt as he watched your face in wanton.
He peered down to your lips that were gasping in both pleasure and delight, biting his own and bending his thick fingers inside you further that your back arched as you moaned out his name. Sanemi's eyes twitched at your seeming visage; mewling in sensation and moaning as though you were out of your mind. He loved the view. Even more when he took his drenched fingers out of you just to see how your eyes would beg for him.
Your eyebrows ceased together while you look at him, opening your mouth to speak only to be kissed by him — roughly and in utter lust. "Mhmp-" your hand found it's way to his nape, and then up to his mane; pulling in a deeper kiss as your leg wrapped to one of his sides.
He pulled away, so much to your dismay. "Oh no no, babe. You ain't touching me." he tauntingly spoke closely to your lips, taking a hold of your wrist and pinned it above your head. While with his other hand he grabbed your thigh and propped it up — smirking viciously, entering you without a warn.
Your widened with a soft whimper, and then a moan when he hit the spot that even you can't reach. "S-s— ahh!" you gasp continuously at the sensation your we're feeling. The moment he entered you was as painful as a bite but blissful as a kiss.
And you were once more succumbing to his feisty desires. To be pleasured but not to be loved.
The wind pillar shakily groaned, grasping tightly to your wrist and thrusting forcefully at a moderate and yet staggering speed. He wanted to slow down first, at least to add depravity of his rashness and hopefully to contain his burning desire. Sanemi didn't want to hurt you further, he has been rough just earlier, but he didn't wish for you to hate him; it was the last thing he would want.
And then he moaned, against the crook of your neck wishing for your plead. As a man, Sanemi will surely let you come first before him. It wasn't your first time, but he was your first too.
"F-Fuck..."
He let go of your thigh and gently caressed his palm against your skin up to your waist and then going back to your thigh as he thrust deeper to your cavern; repeating the same process all over again. You can feel his lips biting your supple skin, and the goosebumps were rising from your neck at the stimulation he was giving. Sanemi continued ghosting kisses upon your neck and then down to your chest before going back to latch his warm chapped lips to your soft ones.
Sanemi genuinely relished the feeling of your heated chest against him and your slender fingers raking his hair as you moan. He loved the sound of your voice and longed for your calls. So it was depressing for him to see how you avoided him for the past days, thinking if what happened that night made you hate him.
"S-Sanemi..." his ears perked up, moving away from the kiss with a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Your free hands moved to his face with your eyes drowning in solemn and remorse. Remorse for how you made him feel as though he didn't deserve your attention.
Tears slowly dwelled up to the corner of your eyes, thumbing his scarred cheeks. "I longed for you, so please, m-more — ah!"
There was this burning sombre in his purple eyes that allow him to abruptly shift his pace further fast than before. Sanemi gritted his teeth as he took a hold of both sides of your waist; all for a hastier, and steadier thrusts as your punishment that almost seemed like a reward.
Your face was burning in the heat, grasping unto the sheet due to all stimulation he was providing you. With a closed eye and mouth open, the series of your moans and calls only induced him to fasten his pace.
It drove you both out of sanity.
And even more surprising was the moment he pulled out of you; wet and hard, Sanemi took a smooth hold on your waist to your back and flipped your body over. Your face met the mattress in a split of second and you whimpered at the sudden intrude in your hole.
The great Shinazugawa hissed at the pleasure and groaned at your tightness. The new position allowed him to hold onto you even more and thrust deeper than before. "Hgh... (Y-y/n)-" his face depicts such lewd itself, the protruding veins on his forehead and the cascading sweats was all too tempting to even see.
Sanemi went down forward to your back, chest meeting your bare skin and wrapping an arm around you. "I'm making you feel good... Aren't I?" he said in the most prideful way possible, refraining himself for you not to see his wall slowly crumbling.
He took your chin with his other hand as he spoke, planting a chilly peck on the side of your face and thrusting as he does so. Sanemi is indeed a master in his expertise. Pleasuring you as fast as a breeze.
"Mmph-" your moans were now muffled at the futon once he lets go your face but forcefully shoved you onto the mattress. Sanemi's breaths were getting heavier and louder, gripping your nape to keep your moans trapped in the sheets. And not only that, he was getting close to his limit so much to his fear.
He wanted you to reach it first, to moan his name as your body crumbled. But the way your walls clenches around his shaft only made him hanging on his edge. And by that, it means his pace gradually increased to play chaos within you. His purple eyes lidded as he grunted, raspily calling your name lasciviously before he let go of the back of your head.
"Say you want me, " he demanded with a look of exasperation plastered all over his face. It was as though the veins popping up from his neck would explode at his desire. "Say it!"
Sanemi took both your wrist and pinned them on your lower back as he thrust in you; a little slower but steadier and deeper, hitting your spot over and over again that you've lost your mind. Your face lay on the other side of your cheek, wishing to look at him before you come.
"I-I... I want you-"
"LOUDER!" he yelled in anguish and sorrowful pleasure, wanting all of you to desire him.
You closed your eyes, almost flinching at his voice. "Please... I want you! So b-bad!" it was getting harder to speak and harder to think from all his brutal intrusion in you. But you wanted it, you loved it, and even more, you wish for him. When will he get that?
The moment he heard your plea and beg, there was the sudden urge that immediately has him going fast. Sanemi closed his eyes, arching his head with his face exploding red at all the tension. Your muffled voice called out to him almost inaudible to hear but enough to please his ears.
He breathed heavier and groaned louder knowing his limit is second away. You felt his member twitched inside you, and you felt the pulsing sensation from the knot in your stomach the moment he exclaimed. "FUCK!"
With one last thrust, all you could hear was the simultaneous gasps the both of you were inducing. Sanemi fell lightly above your back without pulling himself out as he signed his head on the back of your neck. Just then you felt a lot dripping out of you. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his member moving out and the flow of liquids painting your insides white.
Your knees trembled, closing your eyes as your body lay down with your chest meeting the mattress. "Please stay..."
Sanemi was breathing heavily too and slowly fell upon you by your side. You felt the weight of his body shifting lightly on you. "I wouldn't fcking dare to leave." he said, taking hair strands away from your shoulder and kissed your skin.
You lay there in utter silence, before feeling the warm heaviness of the blanket covering both of your heated bodies. The last thing you remember before falling into slumber was a sweet kiss on the cheeks and a set of three words you dreamed for.
“Those crimson wine orbs leered at me with a glint of loving eternity.”
𝙺.𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 // 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝙼𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎
Only the last goodbye's can make one's heart tremor in remorse.
—
"Come on (Y/n), let's not miss the fireworks!"
The moment his voice reached my ears and, his sweet red eyes met mine at a stint of time, I knew then that his visage was even more blissful than any colourful sky. His calloused hand reached out to me in midst of a crowd. There was a smile plastered on his face as he looked at me dearly.
It was lovely— and I couldn't help but intertwine my hand with his.
That night happened so quickly as though a light passing by, but it was something I cherished deeply in all my years living. By then, I found what it means to live and with it the man I love.
"(Y/n)! We got a mission!"
We were young and free back then, hunters with duty and humans with dignity.
The ginger curve of his lips represents the excitement he felt once he found out we would do our duty together. I couldn't help but feel the same. There were no lingering worries in his eyes as he took my hand to his own.
We settled upon the ragged path and treaded our way along the grassy field — hand in hand. For him, it was reassuring that we would succeed. And that none of us would be left alone.
I was, after all, an immortal.
I can not attain death no matter what occurs, and that brought him in relief. Because,
he could never lose me.
And he was my reason to accept the faith of eternity.
"Stay with me tonight, (Y/n)."
How long has it been since the progenitor of the vile creatures had ceased to exist? It's been years, and as time flows naturally and the world now revolves beautifully, I am at peace. I sent him a cheery smile as I accept his contrive offer. It was a lovely night with the moon's guide in the sky, and we sat by the patio in silence.
Our gazes are stuck at the welkin night, yet I could only make use of the time to admire his gallant form at the corner of my eyes. Oh, how much he had grown over the years. His face looked even more of a man, his shoulder has gotten broader, and his body has gotten sturdier. It was as though I'm looking at a different Tanjiro. And he was nowhere near the boy he used to be.
But his gentleness and passion remain. I knew that the moment he had caught my deep peer, and we found ourselves tangled in emotions.
"Do you mind...?" he uttered softly, looking in my direction, yet his head hangs low. His facade states nervousness and I felt it at the warm sweats protruding from his palm intertwined with mine.
And then I knew, and what will happen next would be treasured.
Tanjirou pulled his gaze up into my eyes as I was blinded by his lovely red orbs. Deep in colour, so deep. That my body moved — slowly closer, and I met his lips.
And they greeted me with such a warm welcome.
It was the first of all night that I felt the warmest his hand could take. Heated in passion —slithering gently around my dainty body. And the convulsing fervour thumping through our chest, louder than any emotions — and louder than the sounds we induced all the while his bare body glistened with mine.
As we reached the limits of our feverish stunts I couldn't find myself succumbing in a deep slumber. Neither did he. And we lay there with unclothed bodies whilst he held my frame securely in his arm.
We were young, passionate, and hopeful lovers living in this era brimming youth. The two of us lived in great ardent as we fathomed all aspects of life. It was relishing, and never once did I regret being immortal.
At least just then, I didn’t.
I've made an oath of spending my years in glee alongside this man; holding my hand firmly as though I was leaving, and planting all the loving kiss to what was left on my fair skin.
It was lovely, then.
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"(Y/n)..." he called out to me gently.
"I'm sorry .... I got to leave you."
Throughout the years I've spent living with him, I've never once felt any anguish in the depth of my eternal life. But the sight that lies before me crushed me into sorrowful pieces down to the bottom of my heart.
My breath shuddered violently; I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, nor that I could look at his body in such a state.
Why, out of the two of us, did he had to go first? We could have been together there, laying down, hand in hand, and exhale our remaining breathe. Why did he have to go the easy way out? Why is it that it can only be him, alone?
Why can't you take me with you, my love?
"Please... g-god..." my voice cracked completely beyond repair, bit by bit I tried to look at him without having to tear up at his frail form. I gripped my hand unto his own, thumbing the back of it. I could see the chalky lined veins all over his arm, and his bones felt like they were poking through his skin.
All the while I sat here with fair and supple skin, as though I was in my young nubile age.
A series of sobs were heard coming from me, and the continuous breathless gasps I could make. My eyes snaked around his form, observing what has become of my beloved.
Tanjiro was once a man with a gallant and honourable sculpted frame, the opposite of what I am perceiving. The sleeves of his clotheslined out his bony figure, and his voice was almost unrecognizable if I wasn't his lover.
And then my gaze met his lifeless face, staring back at me and he... he smiled. The moment his lips tugged a curve I wasn't able to control myself. I burst out, a tumultuous cry coated with agony
"T-tanjiro..."
I felt tormented. My body felt like it's about to crumble down and burned in despair with how my feelings overwhelmed me.
And yet, he had a moment to smile. It broke me. God, why this cruelty?
His smile looked so warm, it was radiating memories of the past when we were so young and delicate. The cherishing time we had spent together in this world, brimful of love and freedom. My love, why would you give me a smile that can brighten my whole world yet drowned me in my deepest sorrow?
"....I love you, (Y/n)." Tanjiro stated those three loving words that struck me to my very core, and his hold felt warmer around my own. It was those words that showered me in passion, it once showered me with an undying love. And for the last time in his remaining time, he offered them to me.
The second I felt his grip tightened around my dainty hand, brimmed me with tiny hopes. I've thought — would he stay longer in our dying presence? If anything, I'd find my way in the depths of darkness just so I could sleep eternally with him. And so I begged, let him stay.
But the quicker he had held me were as fleeting as his hand ousullenly slipped away from mine.
"Always...."
My eyes tearfully widened, and my whole being quivered in fear. "... and forever."
In my years of living, it was only once where I found a reason for sojourning in this world longer than what I wished for. This man proved to me that life gets better as one lives, and I felt that when he gave validity to my endless life. And all I could do in return was love him from the sorrow of my heart.
But I guess, I loved him too much more than I can handle.
Those were his last words to me as he breathed his last exhale, and as he had loosened his hold on my trembling hand. I was... in a state of no words at all.
I could only breathe with pulsing breathes with my skipping its set of heartbeats. That moment I forced myself not to breath, to end my life here and there — to cease my heart from beating, and once I'm done, I can be free.
However, life gives you the essence you don't deserve, and life can take what you deserve away. I couldn't die when I had to, and I lived when I didn't deserve to. And so I sat there, slowly falling down next to his lifeless body. "I love you Tanjiro... s-so much,"
I whispered shakily, grabbing his frail arm, and embraced it with my remaining energy. I felt warm tears flowing out of my eyes, trickling to my side as I placed my forehead on his shoulder.
"So please.... come back to me."
I slept. Filled with eternal misery.
I wondered deeply just before my eyes fluttered close. What life awaits me now that I have lost my thee? The golden rope I once hold onto to live has been cut into pieces I couldn't count, and now I am left with nothing as I fall down in the ocean of lament.
I am at loss again; nowhere to hide nor to run, and I am now living without any trace of burgundy locks and a pair of sweet wine orbs.
I am dead, and the only thing I had left was, again — eternal, miserable life.
“Will I, hopefully, meet him again for a hundred years?”
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