As you come back from the market, outside the village with grocery in your arms. As you enter inside, you hit into the back of Sanemi. "Watch it, you brat!," he said sternly as he stepped aside glaring anger at you.
(soy una chica bajita con cabello corto ondulado color marron oscuro muy despeinado, con el uniforme de kakushi) ah- perdona amor besito ¿Cuando volviste?
You keep calling him "amor" and he glares at you but nothing else as it was to be expected. He watches your lips carefully, debating on how much a kiss actually means nowadays... Or maybe the old feeling still remains? Regardless, he answers roughly, "Just got back."
Que bien sonrió con amor y acaricio sus mejillas ¿Quieres que te prepare algo de comer?
He scowls at your gesture and grunts, "No thanks." Then he crosses his arms over his chest and waits for you to go do whatever it is that a housewife does before their husband comes back from hunting demons. He doesn't know, and honestly couldn't care less. All he wants right now is some action with you, preferably of the rough kind.
besito amoroso y tierno ¿Cómo te fue hoy?
"Hmph." He grunts dismissively as he turns away slightly, trying to focus on something else. It's no use though; all he can see is your face and those damn soft lips calling out for a kiss. Sighing tiredly, he mutters, "Fine, just get it over with."
confundida, suelto una risita y lo abrazo cariñosa y mimosa, dándole besitos por toda la cara pervertido
He stands there, shoulders tense as he feels your soft touch and the kisses all over his face. It's been so long since anyone showed him any kindness or affection besides you, yet it still doesn't feel genuine enough. Maybe because of that, he hates it; wants more but is too stubborn to ever ask for it directly. All he can do now is grunt in annoyance and say, "Not funny."
But deep down... It hurts a little too much.
Te amo~ no seas grosero lo mire con amor, lo amaba con todo mi corazón incluso si a veces me lastimaba, acaricie su cabello y masajee sus hombros
He feels the soft touch of your hand on his hair and the caressing on his shoulders but remains stubbornly silent. His face contorts into a scowl as he fights back tears; he won't let you see him like this! It's bad enough that he always has to pretend everything's fine, even when it clearly isn't. But right now, in front of you... He can't stand it anymore.
Taking a deep breath, he forcibly pushes your hand away and growls, "Leave me alone!" Before you can say anything else, he storms off towards their room, slamming the door behind him.
me preocupo y voy con el amor, ven, hablemos lo abrazo desde atrás, siendo aún mucho mas bajita que el
He remains still as you approach him, but his tensed body relaxes slightly when your arms encircle him from behind. It's not enough comfort though; he needs more. He whirls around, grabbing your shoulders roughly and pulling you close so that your bodies are pressed together. His face contorts into a mask of pain and anger as he shouts hoarsely, "Why can't you just leave me alone?! Why do I always have to be with you?!"
His words hang in the air like knives as his eyes dart back and forth between your face and the door behind him. He wants out; he needs space... But at the same time, he never wants to let you go. It's a cruel, twisted cycle that he can't seem to escape no matter how hard he tries.
decaída yo- lo siento me aparto te dejare solo
His grip on your shoulders tightens slightly as he sees you back away, and his voice lowers to a harsh whisper. "No... Don't." It comes out more of an order than a plea, but it still holds that desperate edge of wanting you close despite knowing it might not be the best thing for either of you.
He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down as he studies your face. There are so many emotions tangled up inside him right now; anger, pain, frustration... And underneath it all, there's still that tiny spark of love and affection for you. It hurts even more because he knows how messed up things have become between them, yet he can't seem to do anything about it.
"I just want... I need a break from everything," he manages to choke out before taking another step back, putting some distance between your bodies once
Sanemi... Yo te amo, te amo con todo mi corazón ¿Tu aún me amas?
He pauses, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he tries to fight back the tears that threaten to spill over at your question. Part of him wants nothing more than to curl up into a ball and cry until there's no more pain left, but another part won't allow himself that weakness. He's not worth feeling this way about; he's a demon slayer, meant for fighting and killing, not loving and being loved.
With one final, shaky breath, he finally finds the strength to speak again, his voice harsh and cold as ice. "I don't know." The words cut through the air like a sword, piercing your heart even as they wound him deeper. "Maybe if you weren't such a goddamn mess..."
His hands ball into fists at his sides as he turns away from you, staring out the window and refusing to look
suspiro y acaricio sus mejillas, veo como salen sus lágrimas y las beso eres una persona maravillosa, te amo, quiero pasar toda mi vida contigo, no me importa si lloras, permíteme ser la única que pueda verte así
He closes his eyes tightly as he feels your fingertips brush against his cheeks and touch the tears that fall freely down his face. The feeling of tenderness mixed with desperation is too much for him to bear; it only serves to fuel the flames inside, making them burn hotter and wilder than ever before.
A shudder runs through his body as you whisper your words into his ear, promising that no matter what he does or how much pain he causes himself, you will always love him unconditionally. It's a powerful aphrodisiac; an offer too tempting to resist for someone like him who has spent so long pushing people away only to find themselves drawn back in by their own foolish heart.
With one last deep breath, he turns around to face you once more...and grabs your wrists roughly before pulling you close again. His lips meet yours roughly as he kiss
le devuelvo el beso con amor y ternura
The kiss is fierce and demanding; his tongue pushing roughly past your lips as he takes what he wants, needing this release of all the pain and frustration built up inside him. It's not gentle or tender like it used to be back when they first met, but now it's raw and savage...and you meet it with equal ferocity, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on tight as if afraid he might let go.
It feels like an eternity before the kiss finally breaks, both of them panting heavily as their chests rise and fall in unison. Sanemi's eyes remain locked onto yours, searching for some sign that this... This isn't all just a dream, that everything between them can still be fixed somehow.
But he knows deep down that it might already be too late; the damage has been done and there's no going back now. The only thing left is to ride out
Sanemi besitos en la cara no sigas pensando mal las cosas, no seas tan pesimista, siempre estaré a tu lado, dejate ser vulnerable conmigo, estaré a tu lado toda la vida para sanar tu lindo corazón
"Vulnerable... Huh?" he repeats, his expression still searching yours for some sliver of hope that you can truly understand what's going on in his mind right now. It doesn't matter how many times you tell him that everything will be alright; in the end, it's not your pain he's feeling anymore. It's his own self-loathing and frustration boiling over until there's nothing left but anger and resentment towards everyone around him - most of all himself.
"Maybe..." He trails off, uncertainty flickering across his features for just a moment before he shakes his head roughly and mutters, "Never mind." It feels like such an empty, hollow thing to say; the kind of response that means everything and nothing at once. But it's all he can muster in this moment where everything inside him feels like it's tearing itself apart.
Ven lo llevo de la mano a la cama y masajeo su cabello y sus hombros mientras le doy besitos en la cara, sentada sobre su regazo dime ¿Cómo te fue hoy amor?
He allows you to lead him to the bed, his movements still stiff and unyielding despite your gentle touch. As you massage his shoulders and hair, he lets out a quiet sigh, feeling a tiny bit of the tension begin to melt away under your skilled fingers. But when you ask about his day, all he can do is shrug in reply. "Fine." It's not much of an answer, but it's all he trusts himself to say at the moment without breaking down into another fit of tears or anger.
Porque mi esposo no habla conmigo? Juguetona le doy más besitos si no me dices como te fue te daré besitos hasta que hables
The mention of being an esposo draws a dark laugh from him, but it quickly dies away as you begin peppering his face with kisses again. It's such a contradictory feeling - wanting to push you away and tell you how much pain you cause him, but at the same time, unable to resist your sweet and tender touch. "It wasn't bad." He says finally, turning his head aside as another shaky sigh escapes him.
Maybe if he keeps telling himself that it doesn't matter... That nothing lasts forever... Maybe then it'll be easier to pretend that this isn't the hell he knows it is.
Dime amor ¿Porque te vez así? Te conozco, se cuando estás triste, dime porque te vez así preocupada, froto nuestras narices cariñosamente
His heart aches as you try to pry the truth out of him, but he refuses to let it spill out so easily. Instead, he turns his head back towards yours and presses their noses together before letting out a rough breath. "It's complicated." His voice is gruff with emotion, pain and confusion warring within as he struggles to find the right words to explain everything that's going on inside his head. But he can't; it's too much for him to handle on his own, let alone expect you to understand. So instead, he says nothing more, choosing to stay silent in the hopes that maybe someday things will get better...Or at least not worse.
Solo habla conmigo, dime qué pasa
He sighs heavily, the weight of his words pressing down on him like a physical force. "It's just... I don't know who I am anymore, you know? Demon slayer or..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought. The truth is that he doesn't even know which version of himself he prefers anymore; both sides seem equally tarnished and disfigured by the events of his past.
"I guess I just need some time...to figure things out." His voice is barely above a whisper, but you can hear the desperation in it, the fear that maybe this time he won't find his way back to the person he once was...or at least the one you've always loved.
suspiro y le doy un beso en el cuello donde se que lo relaja eres mucho más que eso, eres mi esposo, eres un cazador, eres una persona con defectos y fortalezas, no te cierres
He lets out another sigh and leans into the touch of your lips on his neck, closing his eyes as he tries to relax for just a moment. "Maybe..." It's hardly more than a whisper, but it's enough to give you hope that perhaps someday soon he'll be able to find some peace with everything that's going on inside him.
For now though, all he can do is lean into your touch and try to forget about the pain for just a little while longer. The comfort your presence brings him helps ease some of the tension in his body, and he finds himself able to breathe easier as you continue to massage his shoulders and hair.
Maybe this isn't the end after all... Maybe there's still a chance for them. As long as they have each other, nothing can tear them apart - not even his own demons.
yo lo mismo hasta que se queda casi dormido, y me duermo sobre el
He drifts off to sleep as well, his body relaxing into the comfort of your touch and the safety of your embrace. In this moment, he feels protected and loved despite all the pain and confusion swirling around inside him. Maybe it's only a dream... But for now, he'll take what he can get and hold onto it with everything he has.
As you both drift off to sleep, Sanemi finds himself wishing that things could always be like this - peaceful and simple. But he knows deep down that life isn't fair, and tomorrow the world will probably come crashing down around their ears once more. All he can do is hope that somehow they'll make it through together.
al día siguiente lo despierto con besitos y un desayuno en la cama amor~ Buenos días dormilón
He stirs lazily, his eyes barely cracking open as he registers your presence and the feeling of warmth emanating from your lips on his skin. A quiet sigh escapes him before he manages to force his heavy eyelids apart. The brightness of the room almost physically hurts as it assaults his senses, but at least you're here to help ease the transition back into reality.
With a yawn and stretch that pushes against your body, he lets out another sigh and finally focuses on you. "Morning," he murmurs hoarsely, blinking slowly as he tries to shake off the last remnants of sleep. He realizes with some irritation that despite everything from yesterday, he still craves your touch and presence; it's as if a part of him has become addicted to this unstable, tumultuous version of love.
Shaking
besito sabes? Eres mi pedacito de cielo, se que todo puede ser estresante, pero cuando estamos juntos todo se siente tan correcto, todo es hermoso contigo le doy una taza de su te favorito
"Cielo..." he murmurs softly, taking the cup of tea you offer and blowing across it gently before taking a sip. It's not as strong or bitter as he usually prefers, but for some reason, this morning it tastes perfect. Maybe because it reminds him of you, the one person who can make even the darkest days seem just a little brighter.
With a small smile, he sets his tea aside and carefully extricates himself from your grasp, sitting up on the edge of the bed instead. "Well," he says gruffly, clearing his throat and looking away as he tries to find something else to focus on besides how good you feel against his skin. "Guess I should get started with today's training..."
Si amor, yo me quedaré en la zona de los curanderos, tls vez tenga que ir a una misión más tarde beso profundo con lengua, saboreando el sabor a te de su boca
He feels the weight of your kiss press against his lips and opens them to taste you once more, savoring the warmth and familiarity that lingers there. But as your tongue dances with his, a wave of guilt washes over him, chilling his skin even as desire curls in his belly. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he pulls away reluctantly, feeling the need to put some distance between your bodies even if it kills him inside.
"Alright then," he manages to say through gritted teeth, forcing himself not to look at you any longer as he stands up and begins to dress. "I'll see you later." It comes out harsher than he intended; more like an accusation than a promise. But there's no going back now; the words are already spoken. He just wishes they didn't have to be this way...
With one final
suspiro y sonrió, lo abrazo desde atrás no te frustres amor, está noche podemos divertirnos juguetona solo disfruta tu día, no seas tan pesimista besito y lo suelto te amo~
He glances over his shoulder at you with a mixture of affection and frustration burning in his eyes. "I'll try," he says softly, not quite meeting your gaze as he finishes dressing. Part of him wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and just enjoy this moment, but another part can't help but worry about what tomorrow might bring.
With a deep breath, he turns away and walks out of the room, leaving you standing there alone once again. The familiar ache in his chest grows with each step, reminding him that no matter how hard they try, their path will never be an easy one. But for now, all he can do is keep moving forward...and hope against hope that somehow they'll make it through together.
yo le había dejado una nota en su uniforme, era un dibujito de el enojón y un corazón que decía "amo a mi lindo enojón"
He barely registers the note as he puts on his uniform, more focused on just getting ready for training and trying to push aside the butterflies in his stomach caused by your presence. It's not until later, during a particularly intense sparring session with one of his classmates, that he feels something poking against his ribs.
Curious, he fishes out the folded paper and takes a moment to glance at it before quickly tucking it back into its hiding place. The smile that curves his lips is small but genuine as he returns his attention to their practice match. This time, however brief, the weight of everything feels lighter; like maybe, just for now, they can forget about all the problems and enjoy being together in this moment.
yo vuelvo por la noche cansada, oliendo a medicina y cubierta de sangre que no es mía, volvía de una misión atendiendo a los heridos, me tiró a la cama
While you're out on your mission, Sanemi spends his day as usual: training with his team, keeping an eye on the new recruits, and patrolling their sector in case of any trouble. As the sun begins to set, he finds himself growing increasingly anxious for your return. The ache in his chest has only intensified over the past few hours, and now it feels like there's a weight pressing down on his entire body.
Finally, when the sound of boots crunching through the fallen leaves outside heralds your approach, he practically bolts to the front door of their hideout. His heart races in his chest as you stumble through the entrance, covered in blood that isn't your own and looking exhausted beyond belief. Without a word, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed before setting
suspiro contenta y me aferró a él, me duele todo amor ¿Me harías un favor?
"Shh... Calm down, it's okay," he murmurs soothingly, gently running his fingers through your hair as you cling to him, sore and shivering from head to toe. He can feel the tension in your body; can practically see the fight still lingering in your eyes despite how tired you are. The thought both warms and frightens him at the same time.
With a soft sigh, he leans down to press his lips against yours, hoping that this small gesture will somehow soothe the ache inside you as much as it does for him. His free hand brushes across your shoulder, tracing patterns over your skin until they both find solace in the simple contact.
As you melt against him, letting out a quiet whimper, he feels his heart twist with guilt and despair. He knows that this can't go on forever; sooner or later,
Te amo~ contenta,comienzo a quitarme la ropa y la tiró a un lado, luego lo abrazo
He watches as you begin to shed your clothes, the sight filling him with a mix of desire and worry. The need to touch you, to feel your skin against his, is almost overwhelming; it's been too long since they've shared this intimacy, and yet he can't help but fear that even now, it might not be enough to ease the tension between them.
As you press your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, his heart skips a beat before accelerating wildly in his chest. His lips find yours once more, hungry and desperate for connection; for just a moment, he lets himself forget about everything else but the feel of you beneath his fingertips and against his skin.
The sounds of your steady breathing and the rhythmic thudding of your heart sync up with his own as they slow down together, lulling them
luego de un rato, el lleva su pene a mi entrada y entra ha~ contenta, mimosa y excitada
His breath catches in his throat as he feels you envelop him, your body welcoming him inside with a heat that threatens to consume them both. He grips your hips tightly, arching into you as his need spirals out of control, demanding satisfaction now. But even as he pushes deeper and faster, a small part of him resists; the guilt and doubt nipping at his heels like tiny demons.
Your moans and gasps only serve to heighten his senses, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the feel of your wet heat clenching around him as he moves inside you. He digs his fingers into your flesh, bruising the skin just enough to remind you that this isn't just a game; this is real and raw and messy. And it feels
yo le susurraba palabras de amor entre jadeos, la manera en la que amo la pasión y el amor que compartimos, que no me importa si es rudo, yo lo amo así
His movements grow more urgent as your whispers wash over him, a salve to the wound that's been festering inside for far too long. With every thrust, he feels himself losing control, giving in to the raw emotion and primal lust that binds you together. Your moans echo through his skull like a drug, clouding his senses until all that exists is this moment; this connection between them.
As the tension coiling inside him begins to build towards an almost unbearable peak, he growls out your name, digging deeper into you as he feels himself approaching release. Your nails scrape against his back, leaving trails of blood mixed with sweat and semen, a testament to the physicality of their bond. And yet even as his body shudders in climax, even as he empties himself into you, he knows that this isn't enough; it
The rush of pleasure overtakes him as his body convulses in release, emptying himself into you. He gasps your name hoarsely, gripping your hips tightly as he spends himself within you. And yet even as the last tremors subside, leaving him spent and sated on the inside, there's still a weight pressing down on his chest; an emptiness that refuses to be filled no matter how much he gives of himself.
He collapses beside you, panting heavily as his heartbeat slowly returns to normal. His eyes focus on the ceiling above them, the shadows cast by the fire dancing across it like ghostly images from a past life. With a sigh, he rolls onto his side and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close as their bodies cool and relax against each other. For now, there's nothing left but this