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﹑%# ☆﹒the thrills﹗🦢 senemi. s x masc! reader

TW you.

SENEMI WAS A TOUGH GUY. he always had it his way— forced or not. his almighty nature was frightening, terrifying even. hence getting himself a little nickname as the most feared hashira among his peers and the outsiders.

nothing could break his ego, nor his power, and he took pride in it. walking around everywhere with a high head and a buffed chest, commanding respect everywhere he went.

so why was he held up against the tree with a demon who had his body pressed against his? their skins touched, and so did their lips. what was happening? senemi had no clue, but he had no intention of pulling back either.

his neck was littered with kisses from the demon, his [h.c] hair brushing against his ear, tickling him. why was sanemi so weak for the man in front of him? the oh so great sanemi, the wind hashira himself got on his knees for a demon. the kind he loathed the most.

“well aren’t you the cutest?” you mutter against his neck, sending cold shivers down his spine, embarrassed, he grunts a quick ‘shutup’, earning a low chuckle from you.

he felt your polished nails linger around his waist, the same ones you use to kill people. slowly scrapping it, a sinful whimper left his mouth in exchange. he didn’t want this, not at all, but in the back of his mind— a small part of him, wanted all of this. he wanted you, wanted you to touch him, to make him feel wanted, to make him feel vulnerable.

funny considering it was coming from the great sanemi himself, but he couldn’t help it. “tell me, wind hashira, why are you letting me do this to you?” you suddenly asked, whispering into his ear, hands still on the shorter man’s waist. yet all you got as an answer was a small grunt. a grin appeared and you carried on, expecting this type of response from the white haired.

unbeknownst to you, he made it sure to kill you after he gets this over with— but your touches kept holding him back. he didn’t trust you, you could kill him in any second. but then again, what’s life without such thrills?

“don’t..” he panted in between before continuing, “think I’m not gonna kill you,” he reveled between the kisses, your hands not stopping from getting his shirt off, “oh yeah? i would love a fight.” you answered, placing small kisses on his bare shoulders. “damn, you cocky bastard.”

death upon every senemi hater