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sara leans her head against the wooden wall as she feels an oncoming headache. the pain slowly bloomed, spreading from her forehead to the back of her head. she presses her thumb against her temple, trying her best to not let any vulgarities slip.
“oi, kujou tengu stop being a coward and fight me!”
well fuck that.
“would you shut your fucking mouth for one second you—”
a familiar sound of wooden shoes hitting the wooden floor resounded in the room.
sara looks away from the noisy oni. her eyes were filled with familiar green. “shinobu,” sara said, her voice wavering a bit.
“now now general, i thought we agreed that you wouldn't arrest this idiot anymore this month,”
sara eyes widened and she quickly looked away. it felt like butterflies were in her stomach. she was about to throw up.
“oi kujou tengu, are you nervous?” she could hear itto laughing from behind her.
“i—” sara cuts herself off when a smooth pair of hands holds her waist. she was being pinned to a wall by her enemy’s deputy leader.
sara looks down. eyes trained on the mask. she wants to remove them. she wants to feel those lips against hers again.
the archons must have felt pity for her. shinobu removed a hand from her waist and hooked a finger at the top of her mask. she pulls the mask down to show a small smirk.
sara gasped.
green flashed in her eyes before lips were pressed against hers. sara eyes closed and she pushed back, wanting to taste her more. it has been two weeks since she last felt this familiar heat in her. two weeks too long.
sara has been yearning for this ever since she had a small taste. a small taste that was stronger than any drugs. a taste that has been her latest addiction.
images that she has been trying to push away, made its way into her head. she wants to experience it again. she wants to get pinned down and fuck into oblivion again. she wants shinobu to use her, wreck her.
the sound of something falling resounded in the room but sara could care less about that. the world could collapse right now but sara would not care. all that matters was the lips and hands that are on her, touching her as if she’s nothing more but a mere toy.
the sound of the gate creaking open and heavy footsteps leaving the room was left unheard.
shinobu leaned away and sara was left panting, her face red and lips swollen.
shinobu pulls her mask back on and starts walking away.
she stops at the exit and turns around to give the still blushing general a wink.
“i hope the next time we meet would be in bed and not in prison,”
sara wheezed.