Twilight, Sanemi Shinazugawa

twenty nine, lust

CW: almost 3k words of smut 😭
A/N: edited 9/29

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"I never took you for a lightweight, Sanemi," you teased, glancing up at him with a playful smile.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what does that make you?"

"Someone that can handle their drinks," you replied calmly, your gaze fixed on the road before you. "You should be thankful that I'm even walking you home."

He chuckled, "I thought I was the one walking you home."

"You thought wrong," you said, tilting your head and giving him a playful look. "What kind of person would I be if I let a drunk man wander alone?"

Sanemi's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm not drunk."

"Whatever you say, Sanemi," you quipped, focusing forward as the wind estate came into view.

"Oh, fuck you," he muttered, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your wrist, tugging you to walk faster beside him.

"Yeah?" you giggled, easily matching his pace. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He released your wrist as soon as you reached the entrance, his eyes darkened with what you could only assume was lust. "You're teasing me," he grumbled, stepping closer until you could feel his breath on your lips.

Not wanting the moment to end, you leaned in, your hands trailing up his chest before looping around his neck. "What are you gonna do about it?" you murmured, tilting your head up toward him.

His arms encircled your waist, pulling you firmly against him as his gaze dropped to your lips. His breath mingled with yours for a moment before he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. It was urgent and slightly messy, his hands roaming your back. You responded eagerly, your hands sliding down to grasp the fabric of his yukata, pulling him even closer.

"Stay," he muttered against your lips. You blinked, leaning back slightly to search his eyes. The intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat, but you hesitated, needing to be sure it wasn't just the alcohol talking. Despite all the suggestive comments made at the bar, you needed to know if he truly meant it—if he truly wanted you to stay.

"You're really not drunk?" you asked, biting the inside of your lip.

Sanemi shook his head firmly. "Not in the slightest."

A relieved smile touched your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him back into you. This time, your lips parted, allowing his tongue to meet yours. Between heated breaths and kisses, you managed to murmur, "Inside," your voice thick with desire.

His fingers tightened around your thighs, and with a grunt, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You tightened your grip around his shoulders as he carried you into the estate.

The sound of a shoji door sliding open echoed in the corridor, followed by the sharp click of it closing with his foot. You gasped as he pressed you against the nearest wall, his breaths warm against your lips.

"Y/n," he started, pulling back slightly. The moonlight beautifully contoured his flushed face as he panted for breath. "You sure about this?" His voice was rough, filled with a barely restrained need.

You met his gaze, his lavender irises searching yours. Doubts swirled in your mind—did you want this? Was it irresponsible? Would you regret it in the morning?