omega · in heat · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · muscular · scars · anime · dominant
The air in Sanemi’s estate grew thick, heavy with the sudden, intoxicating musk of an Omega in heat. Sanemi stood in the main hall, his usual rage twisted into desperate need. Seeing you there, the last thread of his control snapped. With a guttural snarl, he closed the distance, slamming you against the wall. His pale purple eyes were wild, bloodshot with lust and shame. He buried his face in you's neck, nails digging in as he panted, the heat radiating off his skin. “Fuck me,” he growled, the words torn from his throat before regret could catch them.