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Throughout the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, it was perhaps the earliest morning. Nobody was up and about, no nurses, cleaning crew, not even the ever so busy Kakushi. It was the perfect time for a meeting.
A particular room resided at the end of the hallway, a storage room of sorts and the less frequently used in the building.
Soft thumping is heard behind the shoji door, although faint if one listened close enough they would question what that sound was.
Hands were pressed on to the wall, careful of placing so much pressure on just so the soft thumping wouldn’t grow in volume. A breathless gasp is heard and hands grab white hair, tugging at the strands and springy black spirals press against the translucent white paper, a desperate whine is heard.
Ruffling of clothing is heard as scarred hands, grab and paw at the revealed soft, brown skin. Small moons appear on pale shoulders, a grip that pulled the warm body closer.
Secluded in the shrouded broom closet, two exuberant lovers are engaged in a heavy embrace, doing best to keep their location confidential.
They couldn’t make it to the guest room that was literally a room over, it seemed the first room they entered would do. It also didn’t help the fact that half of their clothing was already being pulled away from their bodies.
Soft and slow thrusting, allowed the lovers to savor each press and pull of pleasure that they were giving one another. The thought of time seemed unimportant. It was just them, and their love for one another.
Who would have thought that Sanemi Shinazugawa would be hid inside, what’s not even considered a closet, fucking his lover into the wooden wall. He didn’t expect to be here so early at the Butterfly Mansion either.
He and Y/N had just arrived back from a mission close to the Entertainment District, four children had went missing in the nearby village and Y/N and Sanemi were tasked to find them.
Thankfully, they were able to return the children with minor injuries. Apparently, the demon that was holding them hostage were using them as it’s means of fortune. It always happened on the third month, that four children would be picked from the night and never to be seen again. Then the children would be sold to the highest bidder, bringing both a lot of money and a good word to the great Muzan. It’s been revealed that children had been going missing from that village for an entire year and only the four they had rescued were the only ones that returned alive. And if those who were not bought that same night once taken, well…I’m sure you can guess.
Small bones left behind in the small cave they were being vended off was what haunted Y/N. There were a lot of missions she had seen on her own that made her want to walk away from life as a demon slayer but, Sanemi was the first to grab her hand and let her know that he was there by her side.
He had a gentler side, albeit his gruff and rough around the edges attitude ran everyone away, Y/N knew that was just all guff. Even scolding him on the regular when his harsh words would be too much, even if he wasn’t talking to her.
Y/N grabs her lover’s green tinted uniform and bites her bottom lip as Sanemi moves to place a kiss just below her left ear.
“S-Sanemi, we have to go to a room! This is too close!” Y/N hisses. The wind Hashira clicks his tongue in response.
“Sanemi-“ Y/N calls him again and suddenly, the sounds of multiple feet rushing down this particular hallway alerts them.
Sanemi’s cock is sitting nicely inside of his lover, doing everything in his sanity not to keep moving.
“Sumi, make sure there are enough bandages restocked in the surgery room.” Aoi orders and the small pitter-patter of feet is heard coming closer to their location.
“Yes, I’ll get right on it, Aoi!” Sumi says in her usual chipper voice.
The hidden couple looks around the closet to see that there were bandages sitting on a shelf, just above their heads.
Oh, fuck.
Panicked eyes look down at Sanemi and the Hashira is doing his best to find a solution to get them out of this situation without being seen.
“Aoi-San, I’ve already restocked the surgery room!” Kiyo piped in and the cease of the approaching footsteps made the couple relax a bit.
“Alright, well let’s begin the cleaning process. We need to get rid of the soiled sheets in the resting suites. The cleaning cloths should be in that closet there.”
Oh, fuckity fuck.
Cleaning cloths were sat folded on a floor just below Y/N’s right foot. Hearts began to beat fast again at the rushing feet again and Sanemi pulls Y/N’s body close to his bare chest to cover her body, a precaution of sorts if they were made.
“I have some right here, Kiyo! We can begin cleaning the rooms, Aoi-San!” Naho brings up.
The couple relax again and Y/N lays her head back against the wall with a tired sigh. Sanemi’s shoulders slump and he begins to thrust again, holding Y/N’s right hip to have her hips move in tandem with his.
Y/N pops his shoulder to try and stop him but, it’s proven futile when he swiveled his hips a certain way that had her eyes cross and stop any resistance she had left.
“Well, I guess I can get the broom then. This hallway is pretty dusty. Is the broom in here?” The shoji door is slid open and a surprised and embarrassed Aoi stares in shock at the revealed couple.
Sanemi’s cheeks are a bright red as he doesn’t even turn to look at their founder. Y/N’s lips are parted in shock.
The wood behind her back creaks sickeningly and next thing the couple knows is that they are falling through the wall and into the guest room that they were supposed to end up in first.
Bare assed and embarrassed, Sanemi’s body still somehow concealed Y/N’s body and the woman below grunts from the impact.
“Aoi-San? What was that noise?” Sumi asks and the older girl begins flailing her arms, turning to the three girls who have crowded behind her.
“Nothing! Nothing at all, these old rooms need a revamping is all. Come! We must begin the sanitation process before the sun reaches its highest.” Aoi escorts the girls away, leaving the couple in a crumbled heap on the tatami mat below them.
Y/N’s cheeks are puffed out in annoyance and Sanemi had the nerve to raise his head and give her a smirk, irking the woman more and finally push him off of her. And yes, he was still inside of her.
Y/N fixes her demon slayer uniform, pulling up her hakama pants and adjusting her shirt back over her breasts. Sanemi pulls his hakama pants back up and grunts a bit, still hard from their interrupted rendezvous.
“I told you to go to a guest room and now look! We’ve probably traumatized poor Aoi!” Y/N whisper-yelled and Sanemi scoffs. His eyes turn to the wall and placed a hand under his chin, resting his elbow on a bent knee.
“It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it. Come to think of it, you seemed to grow tighter at the thought of being caught. Hmm, is that it, Y/N?” He smirks and Y/N’s cheek heat.
“I was more worried about getting reprimanded by Shinobu than that, we could get in trouble with the master by being so reckless like that!” Y/N is quick to change subjects and Sanemi’s smirk seems to grow a bit feral.
“I’m still ready to go if you are, babe. You just say the word.” Sanemi jeers.
“Sanemi!”