Demon Slayer x Fem Oneshots

Sanemi x Excited

   "Dang, you look like shit." Sanemi's rough voice was heard, coming down the hall. Y/n turned to look at her boyfriend. "Wow, you really know how to flatter a girl," Y/n deadpanned as Sanemi caught up to her. Sanemi chuckled. "At least you finally got it into your brain." Y/n scoffed and smirked. "That's a lie and you know it. Just remind yourself of last week." Y/n put a hand on her hip. Making her curves exaggerated. Yeah, she was right, she looked fantastic. Even in a beginner's outfit. At the moment, Y/n dressed as the other ranks and got close to the other trainees. She was allowed to pick and choose who stayed, and who would be kicked out. She stayed for a while with each hashira, trying to make it look convincing that she was an actual trainee along with the others and not Sanemis's girlfriend. Although she could have sworn one of the boys got suspicious when Mitsuri and her were chatting.

     Sanemi frowned and tilted his head up a tad. He swallowed while crossing his arms. 'Don't Stare!' Played on repeat in his head. 'Staring is rude! Everyone knows that!' Why did she always have to have comebacks to his comments? "Whatever," he muttered. Y/n crossed her arms just as he had, her boobs becoming more prominent. She stepped closer and looked into his eyes with a playful glint. "What? Being shot down so soon with my remarks?" She said in a sweet, loving voice that only held future trouble. His arms uncrossed. His eyes continued to bore into hers. Y/n stepped once more between them. "I didn't say that," He huffed.

     Y/n removed one of her hands and dragged a finger down between his chest, his abs. Of course, she couldn't resist when they were always on display like that, just begging for her to touch. "You know your actions say more than your words, baby. And right now it seems like you're submitting to mine." Sanemis's eyes narrowed and his hands balled into fists. His throat felt tight, his ears hot. Why did she have to be so fucking innocently enticing?! Why did that pet name throw him off as much as it had? He's a damn hashira for Christ's sake! He's stronger than this! And yet...his lips craved to be on hers. He wished she'd touch him this softly, and this lightly, forever. One soft kiss on the palm of his hand and he was hers in a split second! ARGH! WORDS! He leaned his face close to hers. "Do I need to remind you of the consequences when you play with me?" His voice above a whisper. "Why are you wasting time with your words when you could be kissing me?" Y/n looked at Sanemi's lips. Her fingers wrapped around his belt and she tugged. Her other arm went around his neck. Sanemi put his hands on her hips. Their lips crashed onto each other. Sometimes, all he could think of was how good she felt under his touch. She took up so much space in his mind. Obanai had once caught him lost in thought when they were training. Obanai still makes fun of him to this day and won't put it down.

     Sanemi's hands wandered up and down, gathering every bit, every piece, of her. Their lips caught onto a rhythm. Y/n gasped as he bit her lower lip. Classic bastard. Luckily, she liked playing hard to get. To her, it was a fun game, as well as a way to see who would do what to get her. Whos love actually ran deep enough. No match had been like Sanemis. Their mouths tugged and searched, yearning for more as the make-out got more steamy. Passion was poured into the kiss for both sides. All the fake fighting and sparing, it left within an instant. Nothing else mattered. It was just him and her. Sanemi's roaming hands stopped at her thighs. He lifted her up and pushed her against the wall. Y/n instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Y/n pulled away with wide eyes. He chuckled at her reaction. "You like that?" She giggles. "Oh, it's hot!" Sanemi smiles while tugging on her hair tie. A smile only reserved for Y/n. A smile only she could see when he was at his highest. "I don't like when your hair is up," he says.

Y/ns hair falls over her shoulders, as if a curtain of h/c hair. "Listen, I hate it as much as you do. But it makes me look younger." Y/n deadpanned. He took a wave of hair in his hand and tugged twice. A smirk played on his lips. "I like this tool," he says softly. She blushed, connecting their lips together again. Y/n's hands moved through his hair, pulling and moaning. "I love your smile," Sanemi says, chuckling into the kiss. "Hmm," Y/n hums, "I like your smile too." Right before anything could escalate, they heard two screams and Tanjiros voice say, "Genya, close your eyes!" A growl crept up Sanemi's throat as he pulled away from Y/n's lips. "I'm sososososo sorry Mr. Shinazugawa! We didn't mean to-...Y/N?!" Tanjiro's voice went up an octave. He looked mortified with his pale face. A small laugh escaped Y/n's lips. "Sorry boys, our fault. Just don't tell anyone." She warned. "It's my house." Sanemi growled under his breath, letting Y/n down from the wall. Y/n unwraps her legs from his waist. "And we're in the hall," she remarked. Still with a high voice, Tanjiro yelled, "Y/n, you're 15! A-and Mr. Shinazugawa is our sensei! He's..." he trailed off in thought. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Has anyone ever told you that you look older with your hair down?" Tanjiro gives a small, shy smile.

     Y/n barks out a laugh. "I told you, Nemi!" She tracked over to Genya. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She pat him on the shoulder. Genya manages a small smile. "We'll make sure to keep it in the bedroom." She winks before laughing at Genyas terrified face. "Also, Kamado," Y/n said, walking back to Sanemi, "I'm 20. Don't let the fit fool you. Sanemi and I have been dating for two years." She grabs Sanemi's hand and they walk down the hall, proud of the stammering, beat-red boys they left behind.

Ohhh my goodness!!  I honestly enjoyed writing this so much! I laughed a lot for no reason. For those who'd like to the word count: 1108 words. Anyways, thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this then please be sure to go into the vote buttons house while they are on a date and take all of their utensils and toilet paper. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!!<3

Love, Elija