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Birthday fic I wrote for Sanemi, reposted from my old blog. : ̗̀➛Member of @pixelcafe-network : ̗̀➛ CW - Fingering, oral (m and f receiving) threesome, fem reader, Sanemi calls us a slut once. : ̗̀➛ WC - 5.6K

Arranged marriages were not uncommon in the Demon Slayer Corps. You and Sanemi have a hard time getting being intimate. Thankfully Tengen agrees to help out.

Master Ubuyashiki had first brought it up with Sanemi, reminding him that his time as a Demon Slayer may be cut short with such a dangerous job, and he would not want to see the Shinazugawa bloodline end, even with the fact that there were two male heirs to the name. Sanemi reluctantly agreed, if only to please the master. He would take a wife, and eventually, only if you agreed, he told himself, would she bear some heirs for him.

One calm winter morning, a kasugai crow arrived at your house, a small scroll attached to its leg with the word that Sanemi had chosen you to be his wife, and he would soon be there to discuss the details with your family. You were in disbelief. You had heard the silly whispers of the women and ignored them, the Wind Hashira, a man of such status, must have mistaken you for someone else. Everything seemed to move fast after the crow brought the news.

You, the daughter of a well off wisteria house, were well acquainted with Sanemi. His patrols brought him to your area often, and you had treated him a few times in your family's home. When he stayed with your family, you always treated him with kindness and whenever he departed, the women in your house whispered and giggled that he was always gentle with you.

A few short months later, in a simple ceremony, you were wed. Quickly moving into the Shinazugawa estate on the Demon Slayer compound. Keeping mostly to yourself, you had agreed with Sanemi that only the fellow Hashira will know of the marriage, both of you favouring privacy.

Your nights were spent in separate rooms, across the halls from each other. You helped patch up his wounds, learning some medical skills after growing up in a Wisteria house, and a few new things from Shinobu, the Insect Hashira. You prepared meals and teas for him and, rarely, any guests who happened to come by. Keeping the estate clean and tidy. Your life was simple and calm but lonely. You knew you were married for convenience, but you still found the Wind Hashira to be quite attractive. You’d have to be a fool not to appreciate him. His strength, will and determination on top of the muscles and scars that decorate his skin.

When you had first arrived at his estate, you dressed plainly. Using your time to make sure the house was clean, tidy and organized. You had hoped he would bed you soon after your wedding, but he made no such move. Choosing to dress in some of the nicer kimonos, you tried to show off curves and as much skin as was acceptable without making yourself too obvious. You wanted him to come to you, not forcing yourself upon him.

He would be lying if he denied seeing your attempts. Holding back, knowing he had almost next to no experience. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, he had taken part in the women in the Entertainment District before he became a Hashira, but it had been many years since, and he was a selfish man back then, seeking only his own pleasure, getting off only to ease his frustrations and to sleep.

With you, he wanted to make it right. He wanted you to enjoy yourself. He had heard, from Tengen, how women enjoyed themselves. Overhearing him speak to Rengoku about how pleased his wives were and how much they enjoyed being with him. At the time, choking it up to tall tales from a half drunk man. A small inkling of a thought popped into his head before he shook it, he could ask Tengen to show him how to please you. No, that would be absurd. You would never agree to that. Not to mention, he would not want you to be seen like that with any other man. He may not have taken you yet, but you were his wife, meant for his eyes only.

The idea mulled around in his head for a few weeks and he would push it out every time. After every meeting, when Tengen would start to talk like he had sexual prowess, the idea wormed its way back into Sanemis skull. Even if he wanted to ask Tengen for help, how could he? He couldn’t just bring it up with you either. It was such a deeply personal issue, he couldn’t help but blush at just the thought of it.

Stepping through the gate of his estate, he spotted you sweeping off the step of the entryway. Nodding towards you before another blush crept up his face. You were wearing the dark green kimono he adored so much. He had never told you how it was his favourite, but his reaction spoke volumes. Stopping in his tracks, he desperately wanted the ask you about his idea, but he just could not get the words out, stepping back out through the gate of the estate, he called his crow, Sorai, summoning Tengen to his estate to speak before heading back on to the grounds to train.

It did not take long for a reply. Sorai perched on Sanemi’s arm, informing him that Tengen will be at the estate later that evening. Tengen had only ever been to Sanemi’s estate a handful of times before. His curiosity had gotten the better of him this time. Although he knew about you, Tengen had yet to meet you. Sanemi walked into the house to let you know there would be a visitor later, finding you in the kitchen, a cup of matcha tea on the table while you mended one of his uniforms. “The Sound Hashira will be by later to discuss some things.” his voice was surprisingly soft, almost shy.

Looking up from your stitching, you nodded, a small smile on your face, “Would you like me to prepare some tea and rice cakes?” Placing the uniform on the table to stand and smooth out your kimono down your legs where the fabric had wrinkled.

Nodding curtly towards you, he answered, “Yes. Uzui will probably bring some sort of sake also.” he shook his head, “I am going to bath, you do not need to worry about mending my uniforms either. The Kakushi do that for us.”

“I am your wife. I can mend your clothes. It keeps me busy.” looking up at him before he turned down the hall, you almost missed the red blush that spread across his face as he walked away, bringing the sleeve of your kimono up to cover your own smile.

Placing a fresh yukata outside the bath for Sanemi, leaving for the kitchen to prepare the rice cakes. Placing the food on a tray in the small dining room. Waiting for him to leave the bath so you could also clean yourself for company.

Darkness fell across the estate and you heard the telltale sound of footsteps across the gravel. Nervously biting your lip, you wondered what he would be like. The Hashira you had met so far were so different then what you had expected. Would he be cold but formal, like Obanai? Or outwardly friendly but distant like Shinobu?

Wringing your hands together, you couldn’t help but nervously bite your lip in anticipation as Sanemi greeted him at the gate. He was tall. Taller than you thought for someone who was rumoured to be fast. He was also loud, not only in voice, but also appearance. His jewel adorned headband was interesting. You had heard from Sanemi, Tengen was a former shinobi, but if memory serves you right, shinobi were silent, calculating and not as flashy as this man seems to be.

Handing a bottle of sake to Sanemi, Tengen made his way towards you, “This must be her! The woman we’ve all heard about but few have seen. Keeping her beauty hidden away from the rest of us, Shinazugawa?”

You could not help but blush at his compliment, quickly tucking a small piece of hair behind your ear. Glancing over at Sanemi as you bow politely, you saw the corners of his mouth curl upwards, almost as if he was smiling at the compliment on your behalf.

Quickly ushering the men inside, Sanemi and Tengen settled at the table as you grabbed cups from the cupboard, placing them on the table so Tengen could pour the sake. Sipping yours, the men discussed hashira duties and demon sightings. Finding the conversation boring, you excused yourself to the kitchen to grab the tray of rice cakes.

Walking up to the door, you could hear hurried and hushed whispers. “This is why I was so cautious about asking you about this. I did not want to be mocked, Uzui!” Your husbands voice was the quietest you had ever heard it.

“So nothing? In the past few months? I have no idea how you have managed to keep your hands to yourself, Sanemi. Do you not know how to please women?”

A blush quickly spread across your face as you realized what they were talking about. Stepping closer to the door without opening it, you tilted your ear closer.

“You are a fiend, Uzui. I am not an idiot. It has been far too long since..” Sanemi’s voice tapered off, too low for you to hear the rest, only catching snippets of what he was saying. “I am not sure i can…. I don’t want to disappoint..”

“And you wanted what? My advice? I am happy to give it. Or perhaps a demonstration? I am well versed in how to please a woman” Tengen replied, as you heard Sanemi scoff.

Leaning a little bit closer, the floor creaked under your foot, “It seems we have a little mouse listening in on our conversation, Sanemi.” You could not see it, but Tengen pointed from his ear to the door you were standing behind, “Come in, I can hear you on the other side of that.” Tengen called out to you.

The blush dusting across your face was bright red as you slid the door open, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop..” excuses spilled from your lips as you looked between the two men. Tengen had a cocky smile on his face and Sanemi’s blush rivaled your own.

“No need. Sanemi was just telling me how he wished he hadn’t spent the past few months alone in his futon.” Tengen shrugged as Sanemi scoffed again, looking to the side to hide his blush. Tengen gestured to the table, watching you shuffle in and sit.

Sanemi sat at one side of the table and Tengen at the other, you were on the third side, positioned between the two men. Placing the tray of rice cakes on the table, you picked up the cup of sake again, taking a sip as both men watched you.

“So, I am curious, how do you feel about the past few months? It is very clear you are both very…” Tengen tapped his chin, as if deciding on the best word for the situation, “wound up.”

Placing the cup down, you folded your hands in your lap, shifting slightly as you glanced at Sanemi, his intense gaze not leaving your face as he waited for you to answer. “I am grateful to Sanemi for taking me as a wife.”

Tengen barked out a laugh, “That is not an answer. Are you worried you will upset him? I think he could use a good fuck to relax!”

Sanemis head whipped around to Tengen, his fist clenched on the table, “I can not believe I thought this was a good idea.” turning to you, he apologized, tilting his head down into a bow, “I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t.” you interrupted him, “I am not offended. I..” wringing your hands again, you looked down into your lap before taking a deep breath, “I am not opposed to sharing a futon with you, Sanemi.”

Tengen nodded, tipping his cup back and finishing the sake within it in a single gulp. “Sanemi, it sounds like your wife is looking for some attention from you. Shall we start the demonstration now?”

Your eyes widened, “Wait.” you put your hands out in front of you, “Sanemi? Are you really ok with this?”

The tips of his ears were bright red as he nodded. Leaning over and grabbing your wrist, pressing a small kiss to your pulse, “I am as long as you are also. I do not want to pressure you, but I was not lying. I have not been with a woman for a very very long time. I do not want to disappoint you.”

Tengen clapped his hands together, making you jump slightly as you both looked over at him, “Let me show you.” Tengen held his hand out for you, making sure you were comfortable and giving you one last out if you wanted to leave.

Slipping your hand into his, he quickly wrapped his fingers around you, tugging you into his lap. You back flush against his chest as he wrapped his other hand around your waist. Fingers toying with the belt of your yukata, loosening it. “I will start off slow. Don’t worry, you’re safe here. If there is anything that makes you want to stop,” He looked up at Sanemi, addressing him also, “Tell me. I will stop, leave and we will never speak of it again.” Tengens hair brushed against your face as he leaned down, waiting for your reply.

You nodded, looking up at Sanmei.

“Agreed. Be gentle with her, Uzui.” Sanemis eyes never left yours, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. FInding none, he nodded at Tengen.

Large calloused hands slid down your thighs, smoothing the material of your yukata before moving under the fold in the fabric. Slowly pulling it apart as Tengen hooked his knees behind yours, stopping you from instinctively closing your legs. A small huff of a laugh brushed across your cheek as he looked down. Your yukata belt, loose enough for him to expose your thighs and as Tengen opened the clothing, you couldn’t help but squirm.

Sanemi licked his lips. He had been dreaming of seeing your skin for himself. Leaning forward his eyes flickered between your face and the apex of your thighs. The small peek of a wet spot on your undergarments was enough to make his cock twitch.

Tengen chuckled behind you. “Look at your husband, he looks like he's ready to devour you.”

Looking up at Sanemi, you blushed. His fists balled on the table as he leaned forwards, watching Tengen undress you. The yukata you were wearing was tugged from behind you and tossed to the side.

Without thinking, you raised your arms to cover your chest. Tengen scoffed at you, “Don’t you dare. I think Sanemi has waited long enough to see your body.” pinning your wrists together with one of his hands and holding them against your stomach, while his other hand slid up your side, cupping the underside of your breast, lifting it slightly and letting it fall. Both men watching it bounce.

Hearing Sanemi’s breath hitch, you looked up. His eyes were focused on your chest, watching Tengens fingers circle your nipple, his thumb and index finger pinching and pulling, making your nipple harden before moving to your other breast.

Being watched so carefully by both men was intoxicating. Squirming in Tengens lap, you felt him stiffen, hooking his feet around your ankles, spreading your legs. Your undergarments doing little to hide the arousal that had soaked the material, plastering it to your cunt, leaving a visible outline, both men letting out a low moan at the sight.

Reaching a hand down, Tengen gently ran his finger up the seam of your lips, feeling you twitch below him. Looking up at Sanemi, he nodded his head, gesturing for your husband to take a closer look.

Sanemi slowly moved around the table, settling in front of you and Tengen, his eyes fixed on your pussy and Tengens fingers still slowly sliding up and down the soaked material. Quickly adjusting himself in his pants, he licked his lips again. “Get on with it.” His voice was low, almost demanding.

“You can not rush things like this, Sanemi.” Tengen replied huskily. “Look at the way she's writhing under just my fingertips. You’d rush her pleasure just for your own satisfaction?”

Sanemi sat back on his knees, shaking his head slightly.

Hearing you moan, both men looked down at you. Almost panting, you looked between Tengen and Sanemi, “More..” you begged, trying to grind your pussy down against Tengens fingers.

Tengen chucked behind you, he hooked his fingers into the side of your undergarments, pulling them to the side, finally revealing your slick folds. Sliding his fingers, splitting your folds, a low moan rumbled in his chest. Lifting his wet fingers to his mouth, tasting you. “Perfect.”

Releasing your wrists, he holds your thighs open with one hand, using the other to tease the edges of your hole, wetness coating his fingertip as Sanemi watches. “If you want more, little one, ask your husband.”

Sanemis eyes lock on yours, a blush across your cheek as you open your mouth to ask him.

“Do it. I want to see her come undone. When you’re done, I’l taste her for myself.” Sanemi answered before you could even ask.

Tengen circled your entrance once more before slowly dipping a finger into your heat. His hand holding your thigh, digging into your skin to keep you still, “Shhh, it's ok. You’re doing so good. Its almost in.”

Shifting in his lap, a needy moan left your lips. His fingers were much larger than your own. The stretch burned, but soon gave way to pleasure.

Stilling his finger inside you, he gave you a moment to adjust, “Good girl. Take all the time you need.”

Feeling your pussy flutter as you moved your hips experimentally, he pulled his finger out slightly, only to push it back in. A soft squelching sound bounced off the walls. Both men watching the way your cunt gripped his finger.

Tengens thumb brushed against your clit, making your hips jerk as you let out a loud moan. He chucked behind you, pulling his finger almost all the way out before setting a steady pace. Looking up at Sanemi, Tengen smirked to himself. Nudging Sanemi with his foot, Tengen nodded down at your pussy, encouraging him to use his hands on you.

Sanemi reached forward, his fingertips barely brushing against your clit. Your hips jerked again and another whine rumbled in your chest. “Sanemi, please.” you begged.

Moving closer, Sanemi spread your pussy lips, watching Tengens finger fuck you faster. Your wetness dripped down between his fingers and onto the floor. Sanemi lightly pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb.

Your reaction was instant. Crying out, your pussy clamped down on Tengens finger as he pushed into you deeper, his palm resting against Sanemis hand as you twitched and writhed against his chest. Shutting your eyes as your climax washed over you, feeling white hot pleasure coursing through your body. Your own fingers and hands never felt this amazing.

Pleasure was quickly becoming overstimulation as you pushed against both their hands, trying to get some relief. Feeling Tengens hard cock against your back as you looked down at the tent in Sanemis pants.

Tengen moaned low behind you, grinding slightly against your back as Sanemi watched him pull his fingers from your core. Wetness dripping down his fingers as he brought them to his lips, sucking them clean.

Licking his lips, Sanemi swiped his own fingers through your folds, a weak moan left your lips as he gathered the wetness on them, bringing it to his lips, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, making you blush. “Fuck. You taste perfect. I want more.” his hand gripping his cock through his pants as he leaned closer to your core.

Tengen raised his hand, “Wait. We should do this somewhere more comfortable. Where is your bedroom?”

“We will use my room” Sanemi replied, wrapping his arms around you to carry you to his room. Dipping his head down, he pressed a small kiss to your temple. A simple sign of affection meant for only you to see.

“You have separate rooms?” Tengen asked, following Sanemi down the hall.

“Yes. Not after tonight though.” kicking open the door, Sanemi layed you gently on the bed. The room was simple. A futon lay in the middle. A small closet left open, with spare blankets and a dresser. The smell of Sanemi was strong. Something woodsy mixed with wisteria flowers and a faint musk filled your nostrils.

Your legs fell open instinctively. Both men watched as you gripped the futon, body begging for more. Sanemi laid on the futon between your thighs, adjusting his hard cock to lay flat against the futon, his shoulders spreading you open more as he leaned closer to your core. Hair tickling your thighs as his tongue darted out, licking a strip up your pussy, moaning again at the tangy taste. His hands reaching up to grip your hips and hold you in place as you tried to squirm and grind your core against him. His own hips grinding against the futon for a small fraction of relief.

Tengen walked closer, kneeling beside the futon, “Good girl, I know she tastes perfect.” His hand coming down to cup your breasts again. One hand pinching and tugging on your nipple while the other cupped the tent in his pants. His hard cock straining against his pants.

Sanemi nodded against your folds, his tongue circling your clit before dipping down and plunging into your hole. Your pussy twitching and tightening around the muscle.

Coming up for air for a moment, his chin glistening with your arousal, Tengen scoffed beside him. “Has she cum again yet? No? Then why are you stopping?” Grabbing the back of his hair, Tengen pushed Sanemis face back into your core.

Sanemi tried to protest, pushing against Tengens hand, but as soon as you raised your hips to grind against his tongue, he buried his head deeper into your cunt, moaning loudly. Bringing his hand from your hip, he pushed two of his fingers into your hole, earning a whiney moan from you.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking lightly, he felt you clamp down on his fingers. Your hands coming down to tangle in his hair beside Tengens. He let himself get lost in the taste of you. He had never really cared about another person's pleasure before but he needed you to come undone for him, like he needed oxygen.

Pushing his fingers deeper, he scissored them, spreading you wider and feeling around the inside of your pussy. His fingers grazed against a small spongy spot and he heard you cry out as Tengen cooed down at you both

“Do that again” He loosened his grip on Sanemi, keeping his hand gently in Sanemi’s hair.

Sanemi moved his fingers again, feeling for that spot again. Finding it, he brushed his fingers against it, not stopping. Feeling you tighten harder around his fingers, he could tell you were close. Flicking his tongue against your clit, he heard you cry out.

Tengens hand tightened in his hair again, and he was suddenly pulled out from between your thighs. Looking down at his fingers still buried inside you just in time to catch a small stream of clear liquid spurting out from between your legs as you twitched under him. Your moans and gasps barely reaching his ears. His chin dripping with your release.

Tengen finally let go of his hair, patting him on the shoulder, “What a perfect wife you’ve got.” he said, looking down at you, his eyes full of praise.

Sanemi looked up at Tengen before looking down at you, pulling his fingers from your still twitching cunt, “How did you know that would happen?”

“It doesn’t always happen, but its worth trying every time. Look at her. She looks satisfied.” Tengen gestured to you as both men looked down.

Your skin had a thin sheen of sweat on it as you tried to catch your breath. Looking between both of them, your eyes glanced down at their cocks, tenting against the front of their pants. Sanemi blushed and looked away, his hand moving to adjust himself as Tengen proudly stroked himself through the material.

Grabbing Sanemis hand, you stopped him, cupping his length through his pants, you could feel the weight of his cock. He was thick. Swallowing, and looking up at him, you whispered “I want to make my husband feel good too.” Eyes flickering to Tengen, “And you, for making me feel good too.”

Sanemi groaned, leaning in as his hips ground against your hand, pushing his cock harder against your palm. Resting his forehead against yours, he looked into your eyes, “Are you sure? You feel what you do to me?”

Nodding, you tilted your head, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of Sanemi’s lips, “I'm sure. I want to.”

Wrapping his own hand around yours, he guides your hand, stroking his cock. “What about Uzui? You gonna make him feel good too?” Sanemi jerked his head towards Tengen, sitting beside you both, watching with a gleam in his eyes.

Nodding, your hand still working Sanemi’s length, you turned slightly towards Tengen, sliding a hand up his thigh before he captured it with his own, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your wrist.

“I don't need much, little one.” Tengen pulled you forwards, glancing towards Sanemi with a smirk on his face. “Just let me use that pretty mouth of yours.”

Your core throbbed at his words. Watching him unbuckle the belt of his uniform with one hand while the other positioned you on to all fours in front of him.

Understanding, Sanemi moved behind you, his own belt clinking and hitting the floor with a dull thud as he quickly kicked his pants off,

Glancing behind you, the sight of Sanemi’s cock, thick with an angry red tip, had your core dripping. You had felt how thick he was, but seeing it was almost intimidating. “How.. how will it fit?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

Tengen gripped your chin, turning you back to face him, “You’re more than capable of taking him. You’ll be a good girl for both of us, right?”

Nodding eagerly, you looked down at Tengens cock, now freed from his uniform. His cock was not as thick as Sanemis, but longer.

Feeling Sanemi shuffle closer, your core clenched. Gripping his cock, he stroked it a few times, a low groan in his throat as he swiped it through your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip before lining himself up with your entrance.

Eyes shifting up to Tengen as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his cock, tapping the tip of it on your lips. Pre-cum dripping on to your bottom lip as your tongue poked out, tasting him on your lips before opening your mouth and giving an experimental lick across the tip.

Tilting his head back, Tengen growled, “You’re a fast learner.” before nodding at Sanemi.

Pushing the tip of his cock into your dripping hole while you clamped down, you gasped. The stretch was almost too much as Sanemi pushed further into your core. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight. Even after cumming twice.. Fuck.” Sanemi leaned forward, chest along your back as he held back from thrusting into your cunt. Letting you adjust as he filled you.

Looking down at you, Tengen tapped his cock against your lips again, “Stick your tongue out.” resting his cock on your tongue as soon as you pushed it past your lips.

Sanemis hips met with the back of your thighs. Your legs shaking as he waited. His breath hitching as your pussy twitched around his length.

Looking up at Tengen, your eyes watered slightly. Wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly as you watched his reaction. His low moan was enough encouragement for you to push your head further into his lap, taking him deeper. The feeling of both cocks throbbing spurred you on.

Sanemi didn’t think watching you suck another man's dick would be as sexy as it is, his hands sliding up your ribs as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re doing so good my perfect little wife. You’re making Uzui feel good. Keep going.”

Feeling your pussy twitch he pulled out slightly, pushing back in and grinding against your core before setting a slow pace.

Eyes rolling back in your head, you swirled your tongue around Tengens cock. Taking him to the back of your throat before gagging.

Both men moaned loudly as you gagged, feeling you tighten at both ends.

“Do that again.” Tengen tangled his hands into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock again. Feeling the tight ring of muscle at the back of your throat, making you gag louder.

Sanemi thrust deeper, his hips moving faster, “She likes it. I can feel her getting wetter, fuck.” your slick matting his pubic hair at the base of his cock and dripping down his balls. A thick ring forming around the base as he fucked you harder. His hands tight around your ribs, holding you in place as he thrust harder into your cunt.

Tengens hand loosened slightly, letting you take over as you brought a hand up to wrap around his cock, matching the pace as drool and precum drip down the sides of your mouth and chin.

Tilting his head back, he lets out a low growl, “I wont last long.” he admits, “she deserves to cum one more time, don't you agree Sanemi?”

Sanemi wraps a hand around your hips, his thumb finding your sticky clit quickly as he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, “My good little slut of a wife. Cum one more time for us. Show us how good we make you feel and we’ll fill you up.”

Feeling you shudder and jerk under him, Tengen buries his hand in your hair again, thrusting his hips to meet your mouth as he cums down your throat.

Sanemi feels your cunt flutter before clamping down on his cock. Your release rushing through you. Eyes snapping shut as you try and moan around Tengens cock, his seed hitting the back of your throat, filling your mouth. Swallowing everything you can before it drips down your throat.

Tengen pulled his cock from your mouth. A string of drool and cum stretching between you both before snapping and falling to the floor.

Throwing your head back, moaning loudly as Sanemi thrusts again and stills behind you, hips flush against the back of your thighs as he paints the inside of your pussy with thick cum.

Tengen watches, leaning back, propped up on his hands as he tries to catch his breath. A smirk on his face as he watches you collapse on the floor. Your face pressed against the cool wood of the floor as you take deep breaths.

Sanemi reluctantly pulls out of your pussy, using his hand to spread your cheeks and watch his seed seep out of your cunt and drip to the floor. His own breath coming in pants.

“This was more than I was expecting when I invited you over to speak, Uzui.” Sanemi finally speaks. “Although, I do not regret it.” A rare smirk on his face as he leans back.

Laughing, Tengen brings a hand up to cup your face, helping Sanemi roll you on to your side on the futon, “I am glad you thought to seek me out for advice. I would have hated to have missed this.. opportunity.”

Sanemi grabbed a blanket from the closet, wrapping it around you, “My love, would you like some water? Something to eat?” he leaned down, whispering in your ear. “I will be right back with something to help clean you up. Uzui, stay a few more minutes? There are a few things we still need to speak about. Including buying your silence about all this.”

Tengen shook his head, “No need to worry, Sanemi. My lips are sealed. Except to my wives. They will be disappointed they were not invited. Maybe next time?”

Sanemis face flushed a deep red as he quickly turned to leave the room, grabbing a clean cloth and some water for you. “I do not think that is wise! I do not need the whole corp to hear about this!” he called down the hall as he stomped away.

Leaning over you, Tengen whispered low, so only you could hear him, “he really does love you. I shall not push my luck with his kindness today. I am only teasing him.” Tengen laughed low, “Take care of our Wind Hashira.” Leaning back again, Tengen caught the small smile on your face as Sanemi entered the room. Your eyes felt heavy with sleep as you felt Sanemi prop your head up, encouraging you to take a sip of water.

Looking up at Sanemi before falling asleep, you could see the faintest smile on his face, whispering “I love you” before slipping into a deep sleep, wrapped in his futon while the two men looked on.

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