Demonslayer Short Stories

Hashira Meeting (Sanemi x Reader Smut)

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Sanemi was screwed. He very much knew this, as he hid from Asutora in the Lightning Estate. Asutora was the Storm Hashira, appointed shortly after Rengoku died.

"SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI! GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BITCHASS OVER HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" His lover's voice echoed through the halls. She wasn't lying. He'd fucked her lasted night, the night before the very important meeting.

As said. He was screwed.

"SHINAZUGAWA FUCKING SANEMI! I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I CAN WALK AGAIN I'M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

The warning would probably be more threatening if Asutora weren't bed bound, but she could still scream plenty loud.

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The night before:

Asutora had just gotten back to her estate after training. Her agenda for the night was simple: Eat, shower, and catch up on sleep for the meeting tomorrow.

Her boyfriend, however, had other plans. The instant Asutora walked into the dining room after making her food, she heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps coming from before her. Asutora backed into a wall—stupid move, but old habits die hard—and was pinned to the wood. A knee pressed against her crotch, and she had to fight the urge to whine.

"Who- who's there?!" Asutora attempted to sound brave, but couldn't stop her voice from cracking.

"Asu.." A familiar voice growled from the darkness in front of her.

"Sanemi?!" Asutora exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you.." He admitted, grip tightening on her shoulders.

Asutora flushed red as she realized what he was implying. "Nemi, there's a meeting tomorrow." She slowly eased herself away from his grasp, flicking on the lights and catching a sight of her boyfriend's red face.

"Please?" He tried, holding back his need.

"Nemi, we have a meeting tomorrow, and I still need to eat." Asutora tried to reason. She got caught in Sanemi's hug again, getting carried to the dinner table and being set down. She could see the lust in his eyes. He had lost all control. Shit.

"Then you eat your meal," he smirked, crawling underneath the table and pulling down her pants. "And I'll eat mine."

Asutora shivered from the sudden cold. "Nemi.." Before she could get another word out, Sanemi was already rubbing her bare clit with his tongue. It was all Asutora could do not to moan out right there. She tried to ignore him and the blissful feeling he was triggering,  and tried to eat her food. Sanemi, however, refused to be ignored as he inserted his tongue into her. Asutora yelped as he started to lick and suck like there was no tomorrow. She whimpered quietly and continued eating, still ignoring.

It became harder to hold back her moans as Sanemi got rougher and rougher. Every suck was calculated, every lick was deliberate. Finally, when he'd had enough, he gave her clit a hard, sudden suck. Asutora squealed and released directly into Sanemi's mouth. He licked up all of liquid, leaving every part of her clean and dripping with saliva.

Asutora started panting and reached down to grab at Sanemi's hair, her dinner long forgotten. He grinned up at her flushed face, getting up and lifting her into his arms.

"Fuck the meeting." He said, walking down the hall and into Asutora's bedroom. He threw her into the bed and crawled on top of her, throwing off his own and her remaining clothes. Slowly, he entered her already soaked hole. Asutora let out a loud, shriek-like moan. Almost immediately, he started to move, thrusting in and out. She whimpered and moaned at the speed, but just as she was about to release, he stopped. She whined at the sudden lack of pleasure.

"Patience." Sanemi said, smirking down at her.

"Weren't.. you the one.. who was horny first?" She huffed. Sanemi's eyes flashed.

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that, darling." He started up again, this time going faster than ever before, his Hashira strength no doubt the only thing holding him up. Asutora screamed in pain and pleasure and released almost immediately, relaxing and feeling the tension drain out of her.

"Don't go thinking it's over now.." Sanemi breathed in her ear. He took out a length of rope from God knows where and tied her hands to the headboard. Asutora whimpered and struggled, tugging on the rope. He continued to thrust, moving at an ungodly pace. Asutora came again, already feeling overstimulated.

The feeling exploded tenfold when Sanemi hit her cervix. She shrieked, the sounds like music to her lover's ears. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes as Sanemi angled himself to go deeper.

They continued until midnight. It was an enjoyable night, but the morning... much less so.

So Sanemi was currently cowering in fear of his girlfriend while also trying to figure out a way to pick her up without getting killed so they could attend the meeting.

Eventually, she calmed down and allowed herself to be picked up.

The meeting was very embarrassing. All of the pillars arrived at different times, hence they were asked various forms of 'Why are you carrying her' or 'Did you have fun' six times. Shinobu just said, "Ara ara," smirked at them, and moved on to torment Giyuu.

Asutora was infinitely glad that Oyakata-sama was blind.

She also beat the shit out of Sanemi once she could walk again.