Senran Kagura Girls X Male Reader Scenarios

Scare Tactics -Homura- (Skit)

"Come on Homura, all you have to do is tell me where they are." Y/N growled pacing in front a table. Homura struggled against the ropes binding her wrists to the chair sat in, then looked up at Y/N. "You won't get anything out of me!" She shouted. Y/N raised a brow, then smashed the table in two with his bare hands. Homura flinched, but went back to glaring at Y/N. "Oh? Tougher than I thought." Y/N told her, then walked off into a darker part of the room. The striking of a match made Homura fidget, and she could Y/N lighting a candle. "Here at Hanzo National, we've got some..." He trailed off, looking deep into the flame. "...uncouth methods of interrogation." He finished, sitting in a chair across from her.

Homura's eyes widened, and she struggled in her chair once again. "You wouldn't!" She challenged him. He simply smirked, then raised his other hand, which held something. Homura gasped, and struggled once more. "Y/N, this isn't funny! Please don't!" She begged, trying to get closer. Y/N tucked a napkin into his collar, then raised his hand once again, and opened his mouth. Homura, still unwilling to talk, watched as Y/N lowered his hand closer, and closer to his mouth. "N-No..." She whispered, seeing his teeth sink into the object.

"O-Okay! I'll talk!" She cried. Smirking, Y/N pulled the object out of his mouth, and leaned forward. "T-They're in my back pocket..." She mumbled. Y/N stepped behind her, dug in said pocket, and fished out the thing he was looking for. "Yes!" He shouted, holding the bag of cookies over his head. "Can I go now?" Homura asked, pulling against the ropes. Y/N shrugged, and cut the ropes with a single slash of his sword. Standing up, Homura nursed her wrists, then looked around. "Where is my-" She started. "Un fe fafle." Y/N answered, his voice muffled by the cookies he had stuffed in his mouth.

Homura picked up the slab of meat, and sighed. It had bite marks where Y/N had done just that, and it was cold. A wave of realization hit her, and smoke puffed out of her ears. Looking at the meat once again, she then looked back at Y/N, her face red. She gingerly bit into the meat, and tore off a piece. She chewed slowly, mostly because it was cold, but also because of how embarrassed she was. She chomped the rest of it down, and left the room quickly. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding. 'An indirect kiss...' She thought, touching her lips.