𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓮 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(M)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 34 - Getting Hotter Again (Part 3)

The music in the club pulsed as "One of the Girls" by The Weekend played, filling the air with heavy beats and swaying bodies. Sanemi reached Kanae and Mitsuri, and without a word, pulled Kanae close to him. The bass seemed to mirror the tension between them. Mitsuri stepped aside, realizing she was the only one dancing alone now. She cast a quick glance at the bar, hoping to see Obanai, but he wasn't there. With a sigh, she continued moving to the beat, her movements slower, sadder.

Sanemi had been quiet since they started dancing, his hands hovering near her waist but never quite settling. Kanae could feel the frustration radiating off him, his silence heavy and uncomfortable. It irritated her just as much as the undeniable heat between them.

"Why are you mad?" Kanae asked, throwing a glance over her shoulder, her hips swaying to the rhythm, teasing, trying to catch his gaze.

Sanemi stayed silent for a moment, his eyes dark, jaw clenched tight. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and sharp. "Could you have worn longer pants?" The words were edged with irritation, though his hands betrayed him, finally settling on her hips and pulling her closer.

Kanae huffed, matching his annoyance. "I'm sorry, is my outfit too revealing for you?" she snapped, her tone defensive. She wasn't about to let him dictate how she dressed, not when she felt confident and beautiful. She pressed her back against him harder, her body fitting perfectly against his as they swayed to the music.

Sanemi looked away, his grip tense on her waist. His eyes flickered over the crowd, jealousy simmering beneath his frustration. "It's not about that," he muttered, but even he didn't sound convinced.

Kanae rolled her eyes and deliberately ground her hips against him, defiant. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back. "You're being ridiculous, Sanemi. Can you stop trying to pick a fight just to talk to me?" Her voice was laced with frustration, but beneath it, the heat between them was rising, intensifying with every movement.

Sanemi clenched his jaw, his breath hitching slightly as her body moved against his. His hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer despite his irritation. "And you're not helping," he growled, his voice low, tinged with a deeper, darker edge—desire.

They danced in silence for a moment, their bodies moving together sensually, the tension lingering between them. Kanae's back pressed against his chest, her movements deliberate, teasing, provoking him. It was working. The way her body swayed, the curve of her waist under his hands—it was driving him insane.

"Am I distracting you?" Kanae whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she ground her hips against him again, her voice thick with frustration and seduction.

Sanemi let out a low growl, his hands sliding lower, gripping her hips more firmly, pulling her harder against him. His breath was hot against the back of her neck as he leaned in. "You're making it hard to stay mad," he muttered, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

Kanae smirked, feeling the tension shift between them, the air thick with unresolved emotions and want. "Maybe you don't need to be mad," she murmured, tilting her head slightly to catch his gaze. Her body moved with more purpose now, the dance no longer about their argument but about the heat building between them.

Sanemi cursed under his breath, the feel of her body against his overwhelming his senses. He wanted her—needed her—but the stubborn part of him clung to his frustration. "You're impossible," he muttered, though his grip softened, becoming more possessive than angry.

Kanae slowly turned around, still swaying in time with the music, her arms sliding around his neck, her face inches from his. "You don't really want to argue, do you?" she asked, her voice teasing, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him, daring him.

Sanemi's eyes locked onto hers, the fire in his gaze smoldering as the desire between them burned hotter than the annoyance. "Maybe not," he admitted, his voice thick as his hands slid up her back, pulling her flush against him. Their bodies moved in sync, their frustration melting into something far more intense, more primal.

The music throbbed around them, but they were lost in each other, the tension driving their need higher. Kanae's lips hovered near his, her breath mingling with his as they danced, their stubbornness keeping them from fully giving in, though the pull between them was undeniable.

"I just want to fuck you right now," Sanemi growled, his voice thick with want as his hands gripped her tighter.

Kanae's eyes flashed with heat as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Then why don't you?" she whispered, her voice low and full of desire, daring him to act.

Sanemi's restraint snapped. He pulled her even closer, their bodies flush as they moved together, their dance becoming more heated, more desperate. The tension between them dissolved into raw, unspoken desire. His hand slid down, gripping her bottom tightly, while his other hand groped her breast. Their lips crashed together, the kiss deep and hungry. The tight squeeze sent waves of heat through her, making her moan into the kiss. His leg slid between hers, and she ground against it, their movements frantic and needy. Words were unnecessary—their bodies said it all.

As Kanae and Sanemi moved together on the crowded dance floor, the heat between them intensified with every beat of the music. Their bodies were pressed so close it was as though the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of them lost in their rhythm. Sanemi's hands roamed down her back, gripping her waist possessively, pulling her into him harder, while Kanae matched his energy, swaying and grinding against him with deliberate, teasing movements as her breath was hot against his neck.

But something lingered in the air. Unbeknownst to either of them, someone in the crowd had been watching Kanae intently, their gaze never leaving her since the moment she stepped onto the floor.

Sanemi's hands slid lower, his lips brushing against the shell of Kanae's ear. "You're driving me insane," he growled softly, his voice thick with desire. His thumb gently caressed her waist, pulling her closer to him as the music swelled, drowning out everything but the heat between them.

Kanae smiled, the curve of her lips playful as she tilted her head to meet his eyes. "Is that so?" she teased.