#shwritessanemishinazugawa

[sluttyhollow]

Who you think you talking to?

Sanemi x Black GN! Reader

Warnings: smut, switch(?) sanemi & reader, degredation (both give and receive), canon levels of violence, mentions of blood, swearing, fighting, aggressive sex, oral sex, reader wears chest bindings and has vagina but I think I managed to not use any vagina specific terms except for “wet” so this might be safe for more than nb and fem folk, fluffy ending, no condoms, let me know if I missed anything

“Concede” you force out your throat. Your wooden blade pressed up against his throat as His hand wrapped tight around your airway trying to force you to do the same.

“Fuck you” he spits back, kicking knee between the two of you and pushing up forcing you to flip over the top of his head, slamming you flat on your back before you had a chance to regain your footing. Knees on either side of your body with your wooden blade pressed securely to the underside of your neck “you give up yet” gravely voice filling your ears

“don’t be stupid Shinazugawa-Sensei,” the sarcasm dripping like acid from your tongue, a silly smile plastered across your face.

“As if I’d give you the satisfaction of a tap out”

It had been about six months since you and the wind hashira started training together. Oyakata-Sama requested that you train with each other after he heard how quickly your skills were developing. You had only been a corps member for six months, joining after coming to Japan from abroad. You had met the man after being found wandering close to his estate, one that should have been invisible to many peoples' senses except for the hashira. After speaking with him and being regarded with nothing but love and reverence in his words, you accepted his offer to join the corps. That’s how you ended up living in the butterfly estate with the insect hashira you had grown to adore and the rest of the girls that lived there.

When you first met the hell-spawned demon slayer himself, you were excited to learn from someone so strong. However, It didn’t last long; the second he opened his mouth to speak that you looked weak, you’d fixed him with the nastiest glare you could find and told him to fuck himself. Being the kind and patient man that he is, Oyakata-Sama told you two to behave and find peace for the greater. Fixing you both with a gentle smile and requesting that you all train and battle on missions together. Though he has not witnessed the two of you in combat, he could feel the energies the two of you radiated when nearby. The two of you, too volatile in your hatred for one another, fought In battles as if trying to outdo each other, not noticing how flawlessly your techniques aligned. Movements flowed together like well-choreographed routines. The fluid teamwork and subsequent positive emotions towards each other “disappear " with your opponent's defeat.

You and Sanemi understood early on that speaking to each other wasn’t worthwhile. Both of you are fixed with equally explosive personalities. Just the sound of the voice of the other would have each of you ready to draw your blades on each other. Though you couldn’t stand his nasty personality, you’d be lying to yourself if you said he wasn’t attractive. And the fact that he parades himself around half-naked like a common whore you’d be silly to have ignored his muscular frame, adorned with scars that matched his persona. Yeah, he was attractive when his fucking mouth was shut, which brought you back to your current situation.

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“I have your sword at your fucking throat, and you still think you can beat me in a fight. You’re still as naïve as you’ve been since we started. Still as fucking useless as ever,” the man in front of you never knew when to shut his fucking mouth. Always took it a step too far to grind at your nerves, always trying to set you off. You’d had enough of his constant bullshit and trying to make you feel inferior to him. Knocking the wooden thing out of the way and pulling your fist back, you aimed a quick jab at his balls. Dropping to his knee, catching himself directly above you, you leaned your head back, cracking your skull against his. The force of the impact sent you both falling back toward the ground, him landing on top of you. After a second of catching your breath, you groaned out, “get off me, you big fucker” Letting out a grunt of pain, Sanemi rolled off and onto the grass next to you.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know that” he finally let fall from his mouth after a few minutes passed

“and you’re a narcissist who thinks he’s better than everybody, you never know when to shut the fuck up. I’m fucking better than you. Think cause you threw a tantrum and tossed me around I’d let you win fuck you”

Giving yourself a few more seconds for your vision to stabilize, you rocked your body back into a seated position and dropped your head into your hands on your lap. Seeing as Sanemi’s mouth had been quiet for more than a few minutes, and you had hit a solid blow to his head, you turned slightly to peek over your shoulder to ensure he wasn’t dead. Laying flat on his back with his left arm draped over his flushed face and one knee bent, you did a once-over scan of his person. Noting the new bruises forming across his abdomen, a smile forming as they served as friendly reminders that you had, in fact, inflicted damage on his body whether he acknowledged it or not. Continuing your assessment down to where his now dirty pants hung against his legs, falling in just the perfect way from the muscles in his legs. Apparently, ALL the muscles in his lower half, to be exact, since there was an extra one pressed firmly against the lower half of his stomach.

“You're fucking disgusting, Shinazugawa,” a smirk making its way on your face “fucking sick actually, was it getting punched in the balls or me talking about you like the worthless little man you are that got your dick hard” finally dragging his arm to the ground to drag his body all the way up your eyes were met with blown pupils and his signature feral smirk on his face. Dried blood on his head made its way into the snowy hair peaks. Surely you had a matching patch on yours. He looked like a wild animal, an attractive one, albeit

“I bet if I put my hand in those pants of yours, you’d be wet enough to keep me drunk for days. That smart ass mouth of yours is a cover; you want me to fuck you always have” by the time he finished his speech, he was in front of you, shoving your body back against the ground, slotting himself in between your legs and roughly rolling his lower half against yours as he leaned forward and bit the muscle between your neck and shoulder causing you to meet his hips in their rotation. “Lucky for you, I want you too” with that, his mouth met yours in a kiss just as rough as the both of you, hesitating just a second before meeting him back equally as desperate for his attention against your lips. Inevitability might be the word to use here; you two were bound to end up like this, but beating each other to bruises beforehand was on brand for your relationship.

Reaching his hand behind your head gripping the roots of your twisted up hair and pulling back so he could see your face. Purple darkened to its deepest shade stared back at you with no less fire than during training but something else was written within them now. something so intense that it sent heat through your body and had you unconsciously shifting back to escape it.

“scared” a tilt of his stupid mouth upwards

“Finally, realize your place with me,” he was goading you into a response, one he wasn’t going to get the luxury of experiencing right now. Without breaking contact with his eyes, your hands quickly pulled his pants to his knees before breaking his hold to drop to your knees and throat his entire length in one go. The satisfaction you received from watching his large frame cave in over you as his knees buckled from the rapid sensation of being shoved in your mouth gave. Making him hit the back of your throat once, twice, before pulling back off of him and running your tongue along the underside of his shaft and finally regaining the eye contact you two were making. The man was beautiful, flushed red face, eyes half hooded, muscles through his chest, and stomach flexing beneath your hand. The sights before you made you wonder why you’d never given in to your desires. Now, with him shoved into the depths of your throat, the only sounds coming from his mouth were grunts and poorly hidden moans. Pulling yourself away from him with an unconcealed smirk across your face, you couldn’t help the following words that slipped out

“you know.. you look so fucking good when the only noises you make are the ones I’m forcing from your mouth, sooo much better than that god awful voice of yours” not bothering to wait for a response you began inching back towards his waiting length, before you could connect however, two calloused hands grabbed your head and forced himsef all the way in your mouth and began roughly fucking your face the way he wanted to.

“And you look good with my dick shoved down your throat” a few more rough thrust to your mouth before he pulled himself out, tucking himself back into his pants and brought your body back up to its full height. Grabbing either side of your face and bringing you in for another meeting of your lips together. This one far softer than it should have been. Grabbing your hand and he began dragging you towards the doors to his home that you two had been training behind and into his room.

His estate wasn’t huge, considering it was just him living there, but there was more than enough space for both of you on his futon in the middle of the room. Dropping your hand, he finally turned to face you, looking very bit the predator that he was.

“I let you have your fun, strip and get on fours now”

Not willing to be so obedient to his request, you went to open your mouth in protest before five calloused fingers wrapped themselves around your throat forcing you to pay attention to him

“quickly and quietly, forgot about that part”

You were going to make another retort but thought better of it before moving to peel your bindings off and then quickly discard the standard corps pants you’d been wearing. Remembering your earlier words about not giving him the satisfaction of tapping out a dry laugh falling from your mouth at how you basically ended up doing it anyways. Moving to make your way towards the soft fabrics laid out across the floor, you began dropping to your knees, albeit not fast enough for Sanemi, as you felt the after-effects of the smack he landed on your bare ass before you could even register what happened. Falling unceremoniously against the bed, you propped yourself on your hands and turned to fix him with a nasty glare before the sight of his naked body flittered into view. Stiff, red, and standing at perfect attention between his hips was his waiting length. Though it had just been in your mouth not even 10 minutes ago, you still couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect it was. In the midst of your being lost in your thoughts, Sanemi had planted himself behind you and licked a fat strip through the center of your legs before sloppily sucking and licking his way through them. With a wet pop, he pulled himself away, just barely, before opening his mouth to mumble.

“Like I said, drunk. for. days” And then latched himself back on to you. The coil deep in your gut had already been forming before he pulled away, but his renewed vigor and intensity increased since his return pushed you over the edge, a sobbed moan launching itself out your lungs, breathe getting caught in your throat. The rest of your body shuddering behind it. Satisfied with your response, he pulled himself up on his knees to meet his pelvis against the roundness of your ass. Rubbing through the wetness, collecting it against his shaft before slowly beginning his slow entry inside you. Two moans, one breathy and broken and the other deep and uncontrolled, filtered through the air as the rhythm of colliding hips intertwined with them. It wasn’t long before he draped himself over your back, whispering little mumbles of nothing in your ear until you both peaked soon thereafter.

Rolling you both to the side before falling flat on the futon, still stuffed inside you. Fingers trailing the sides of your body before wrapping around your middle to pull you back flush against him.

“you’re not useless” gruff voice filling the air breaking the silence “nothing of mine is useless or weak” the implications behind his words not lost on you but instead of responding with words, you slowly rocked your hips against his, eyes finally wandering over your shoulder before smirking at him, your voice filling the air sounding far more hoarse than it had before

“You know… a little praise might’ve got you this treatment earlier Sanemi” followed by slow giggles as you felt him grow back to full mast within you. Chin placed on your shoulder beginning to meet you thrust for thrust he whispered

“let’s see where it gets me now then yeah…” leading into Your bodies introducing themselves to each other over and over throughout the night.

Bonus

You both kneeled heads bowed in respect to your master waiting for his next instructions. After being formally dismissed with your next mission assignment you two began to rise from your positions only to hear his soft voice

“My children a moment…” pausing your movements and looking towards the man whose amusement was now scarcely hidden behind his calm smile and unseeing eyes

“Yes, Oyakata-Sama”

“I sense you two have found a way to put your aggression towards each other to better usage, I hope it continues to fair well for you both”

Heat rising through your body, as you peaked to look at your partner. The physical representation of what you were feeling appear across his face and tips of his ears as you both quickly bowed your respects to master before making a quick exit from his grounds. His gentle laughter along side that of Amane-Samas could be heard in the background.

[sluttyhollow]

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Who you think you talking to?