Sasuke X Fem! Reader, Where Sasuke Is Pussy Drunk, Breeding Kink Involved.

Laundry Day: Sanemi X F!Reader

Tw: Olfactophilia/osmolagnia (sniffing/smelling kinks linked to body odor), F!Reader that is a Hashira (breathing style/appearance not specified). Implied and stated dirty thoughts, pining from the reader, ending in a more mutual pining.

A/N: This brain worm needed to be born. Hopefully I can crank out the 2nd chapter soon that'll be nice and smutty. Yall enjoy ><

Hashira meetings were efficient, in more ways than one. If there wasn't something that required immediate attention, there were many things that could be said and done at Ubuyashiki Manor.

One of the biggest things to tackle? Laundry.

The life of a Demon Slayer, especially a Hashira, was a grueling and gross endevour. And more times than not, laundry was the biggest task to overcome on days with extended down time.

To make this burden easier, the Hashiras would often rotate out 2 or 3 slayers at a time to help each other catch up on laundry. As bonus, this would free up other Hashira's time to run other errands or take some time to themselves. This time was no exception.

During this cycle, Mitsuri was to attend to women's uniforms, while Sanemi was in charge of the men's.

Being a hashira yourself, you never really minded laundry much. And, you knew that Mitsuri HATED doing it all alone...

So there you were, strolling up to the usual room where yours, Shinobu's, and Mitsuri's laundry would be. And as you were nearing the door, you take a brief pause. You felt something was a little... off...

As you stood by the sliding door, you didn't see Mitsuri's visage... but Sanemi's. This was strange, because you knew for a fact that the men's washroom was a completely seperate room.

You were concentrating intently, ensuring that you weren't detectable. Luckily, your breathing technique helped to make sure your footsteps were silent.

The sliding door was cracked, which saved you the trouble of having to open it yourself... And now, you were faced with an interesting sight.

Mitsuri and Shinobu's clothing were left in their packs, seemingly untouched... but yours was dumped onto the floor next to the wash bin. He was stooped over it all, rummaging. You were a little unnerved, but couldn't help but feel your chest tighten.

It certainly wasn't a secret that you had pined for Sanemi... but... why now, was HE the one being secretive around you and your things?

And that's when you saw it. You nearly gasped when he found a pair of your undergarments. Your face heated up as he looked to them, running a calloused finger over the delicate fabric that you wore just a day or so ago.

And, before you could even process it, you saw him bring it closer to his face, and inhale deeply. Your mouth hung open, throat parched. You felt the awkward impulse to look away, but you couldn't help yourself... it was like watching a house fire: you simply couldn't look away.

You felt yourself become even more flustered as you watched the imaginary weight fall off of Sanemi' shoulders. His expression was hard to read, but you did notice his expression softening, especially in his eyes. Before something darker clouded them... a murkiness you hadn't seen before.

You see him take a pause, before looking toward the sliding door curiously. You panic, backing away with a start. But for what it's worth, he didn't seem to see you.

You hear a sigh, and some shuffling, before Sanemi's footsteps approach the sliding door. Your mind races, and your body immediately launches into full stealth mode. You practically flung yourself around the corner, crouching low to the ground to wait for him to exit.

You hear Sanemi enter the hallway, before turning the other way. Surely he was heading towards the men's washroom... or his own room.

Your mind was racing, still reeling from what you saw-- or at least what you thought you saw??

But who were you kidding!!! There's only one reason he'd do something like that with undergarments like that... USED ones, in fact.

You felt yourself sinking all the way to the floor, stooping over as you hold your flushed face. Sanemi was definitely a bit perverted... there's not a doubt in your mind about that. HOWEVER: you needed to know if this stimmed past you to the other Hashiras.

For a moment, you felt uneasy, knowing that Mitsuri and Shinobu would honestly kick his ass for this... but, your heart still fluttered at the thought that maybe, JUST maybe, he was secretly burning for you, too. And only for you.

You could barely contain yourself. The curiosity was killing you. You had to know the answer as soon as possible, or it'd eat you alive.

You waited a minute or two, to ensure you didn't see or hear anyone else, before briskly entering the laundry room.

While you're there, you may as well help Mitsuri get the laundry going... you start to sort the piles of clothes from the 3 Hashira's batches. And once you've fully sorted yours, you reached the conclusion you feared (maybe hoped for?)...

A pair of your underwear, for sure, was gone... BUT: Mitsuri's and Shinobu's remained untouched.

You didn't know whether to sigh in relief, or slap yourself silly. Your face was heating up again as you shuffled over to the washing basin. Maybe clearing your mind can help you rationalize things, and help you figure out how to confront your male peer.

You curse aloud, remembering that you'd still need to grab some water from the spring nearby--

"Oiiii~ someone there?" You hear suddenly, a familiar, sing songy voice cutting through your internal dialogue. You smile brightly as Mitsuri walks in, two large buckets of water in her arms.

"A-Ahh! Mitsuri-san! Thanks for bringing that in. I was actually coming to help you out a bit...," you stammer. But to your credit, you weren't lying.

Mitsuri all too happily dumps the water into the scrubbing basin and rinsing basin, giddy as she goes to hug you," Aww, I should be thanking you! You have everything already sorted! You've always been so sweet, Y/N-chan!" You laughed as Mitsuri nuzzles your cheek with her own, squeezing you tightly before pulling back.

"Well then, I'll gladly take the help! It'll be really nice to catch up with you too, after all this time Y/N-chan~!"

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After all the gossiping and scrubbing you've done, you hope to not lift a finger for the rest of the evening. But, watching the clothing billow in the summer heat made you feel accomplished.

Everything was hung and drying nicely, with hopes of being ready for tomorrow morning.

Mitsuri thanks you again for a job well done, and gives you the last of her sakura mochi to snack on (much to your protest). After bidding her well, you start to head to your room to relax until dinner.

As you continue on, your mind starts to wander again. Your eyelids grow heavy as the images run wild in your head. Sanemi didn't just take them by accident, no... he wanted them. He may have other plans with your undergarments, too...

Was it just a passing phase or an accident? A dare by Tengen? Trophies???

Your face turns a light pink at the thought. No, no, no... the way he breathed in and relaxed like that... was he-- would he--??

Your internal rambling was cut short, as you run face first into a firm chest. You reel back, reflexively apologizing before you tensing up. Sanemi was looking down at you, a half-hearted snarl on his face.

"Watch it, shortstack," he gruffs, curtly side stepping around you. You hesitate a moment, before turning a full 180.

"H-Hey!!! I actually... wanted to talk to you!" You blurt," I-Its urgent!"

Sanemi pauses, turning around to face you," Hah? About what?," he retorts, his eyes leering at you. You could feel his intensity more than usual, making you almost squirm under his gaze.

"A-Actually... I wanted to talk more... privately. I want to be discreet," you rasp out, trying to find your voice again. Why were you getting so shy now?!? HE should be the one that's embarrassed!!!

Sanemi huffs," Just bring it up at the meeting," he says dismissively, turning away," I'm sure whatever it is can wait until after dinner--"

Impulsively, you go to grab his arm, and in the blink of an eye, he has you by your wrist, halting your attempt to grab him. Both of you look to each other, one firmly and the other with a scowl.

"...Sanemi-san... for your sake, I would rather keep things... b-between us, for now. It's something... the others don't need to know about," you nearly whisper, though your tone is much more firm than before.

You look up to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes," It's a secret, if you'll have me..."

Sanemi, now seemingly interested, decides to let go of your wrist, turning towards you again,"... hmph. Well, I'm listening."

You sigh in exasperation, before shoving him playfully," Not here, dumbass!!! Somewhere more private!!" You spit back, your face hot and scrunched up.

Sanemi is quick to notice this, but also knows that the shove wasn't too serious. He sighs dramatically," Fine, fine... let's go to my room, then. It's around the corner," he states flatly, walking towards your destination. You're rolling your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. As if you didn't know where his room was. Wait... were you being a creep, too--!?

Your heart was thumping audibly in your chest, and it took a decent bit of concentration to calm yourself down. Ugh, this was a bad idea! An AWFUL idea!! You knew Sanemi's temper and how easily he gets worked up...

What was he gonna say if you confront him? Was he gonna flip out? Deny it to your face? Or would things take a more favorable route for you?

Your heart yearned for the latter, as the door to his room slid open. He stands to the side to let you in first, before following behind you. You hear the door come to a close, and an audible 'click' of the door being locked into place.

You were still facing away from him, calming yourself as you hear Sanemi sit on the floor.

"Might as well make yourself at home, since you wanna talk so badly...," Sanemi offers, though you didn't want to get that comfy just yet. You fiddled with the edge of your haori, before breathing in deeply.

You hold your breath for a moment, and exhale. Breathe... you're a Hashira, dammit. You deal with MUCH more troublesome things in your daily life.

You turn around after steeling yourself, and Sanemi is giving you a puzzled look. He gestures to the mat across from him, and you nod courteously as you finally go to take your seat.

Your eyes wander for a moment around the room. It's been a few hours since you've seen him steal your things... where would he hide it? The dresser to your right? In his own laundry bag? In his tatami--??

"Are you just gonna oggle at this room all day, or did you actually have something important to say?," Sanemi grunts pointedly, his eyes locked on you. He can sense something important was on your mind, but he couldn't get a clear read. So you'd have to take the lead on this, after all.

You sighed heavily again, your face heating up as you try to think of the best way approach this. Knowing Sanemi, he doesn't like beating around the bush.

"W-Well, Sanemi-san...," you start quietly, voice hardly above a whisper," I, uhm... was helping Mitsuri around the manor today..."

You notice Sanemi quirk one of his brows up at you, seemingly confused," Okay...?"

"A-And of course, with most of us having the evening free to spend the night here, I knew Mitsuri was gonna be doing the laundry, specifically hers, mine, and Shinobu's."

Sanemi's eye twitches. There it is.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat, sitting fully upright," A-And... all was going well, but... I noticed something a little off."

Sanemi was silent, waiting for you to continue. He was neither confirming nor denying anything at the moment.

You look to him, face hot and eyes intense, knowing you had a foot in the door,"... I know that I'm missing some of my things. I also know... that you were helping the other Hashira out with their laundry, too," you added, mentioning your male peers.

Sanemi scoffs, crossing his arms," Oh yeah? And are you accusing me of having something to do with your clothes being missing?," he retorts, his eyebrows still raised.

You clamp your fists tightly in your lap, your face shifting to a bright red," I-It's actually not a hunch, y'know...," you state calmly, trying not to crack under his gaze.

"...I know you took them. Because I saw you do it."

Silence.

A silence so thick, that you could carve it with your nichirin blade. You saw Sanemi's face visibly change, his incredulous expression being replaced with one of bewilderment and shock.

"I'm not sure I'm following here... I never touch the women's laundry," Sanemi snaps," Only the men's. And that's already gross enough," he adds, scowling.

You hold your ground, though your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You had no choice...

You immediately spout out a description of your undergarments. Down to the color and what the fabric was. The rips and frays it had... Sanemi didn't want to admit it... but he knew EXACTLY what you meant. You see his expression falter and shift again.

"... and here's the thing, Sanemi-san," you continue, scooting closer to the platinum haired man across from you.

"When I checked Shinobu and Mitsuri's laundry, neither of them were missing a thing. So it begs the question... why mine? And why did you take it with you?"

By this point, you were hardly a foot away, and sitting point-blank in front of him. Between this and your position between the door, Sanemi had a physical barrier between him and the exit... He wasn't getting out of this so easily.

You notice his eye twitch again, his cheeks tinging a dusty rose color. He narrows his gaze at you, tsking" I'm telling you, I wouldn't do something like that-- I didn't touch your damn stuff," he says defensively," Not to mention, thats a bold statement coming from my junior, Y/N-san--"

"I am neither your junior, nor being bold. We're the same rank, and I'm just stating facts," you snap back flatly, leaving him no room to budge.

Sanemi huffs in annoyance, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.

"Fine... while you're also a Hashira, you're also one of the newest..." Sanemi admits, as he leans closer. Your eyes widen, internally panicking as Sanemi inches closer.

"...and suppose that someone did go through your things, Y/N. And that Mitsuri's and Shinobu's stuff was untouched..."

His face was almost unbearably close, close enough to where you could feel the heat radiating off of him. Maybe he wasn't the only one who felt like they were on the hot seat right now...

"... what then, Y/N? What would you think about that?"

Your lip quivers at how low his voice gets. The way that Sanemi says this, it's like he's fully admitting to his little deed. Maybe he was egging you on...

And it certainly didn't take much to do so.

You hold yourself firmly, taking a quick glance to his lips before making eye contact again. While your throat was completely dry, you felt like you were practically drooling.

With how close you were to him, you were able to fully admire his features you liked the most about him...

The warmth radiating off of his body was just inviting you in...you felt yourself losing your resolve to hold back.

" I'd think...this person may be fixated on me, I'd suppose. But most of all, I'd be glad..."

You reach a hesitant hand upward, going to rest it on Sanemi's chest. You could feel his heart pumping steadily underneath his broad chest... knowing that it was racing just as much as yours.

Sanemi makes no sudden movements, but that hazy look you saw from before was starting to return to his eyes as you were nearly a careless brush away from his lips.

"...I'd be glad... because I've had eyes on you too, Sanemi."

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.(Yandere! Greaser! Sanemi x Reader.)Pt.2

TW: Rape, non-con, dub con, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, misogyny, violence, toxic relationships, mind fuck, Reader doesn’t have good friends, her mom sucks, fuck Kyogo Shinazugawa. Mental health, smoking, drinking, child abuse. reckless driving, murder.

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“Are you ready, doll?”

I have no words for him. I look up at my fiancé’s scarred face, a smile plastered on and all I feel is regret. My cream white wedding dress does nothing to hide my growing bump. My feet feel swollen within the heels they were stuffed into and my make-up was on the verge of being ruined. 

The only thing I feel grateful for is the long white veil covering my face. I don’t want him to see me as I am. All dolled up and pretty as he had carefully planned for all along. I simply nodded as we linked arms and walked down the aisle of the church.

As the organ played

As the mocking birds sang their song

As our feet clicked against the tilted floor

I only had one thing plaguing my mind.

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Why the fuck didn’t I run while I still had the chance?

Keep reading

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Friends with Benefits?

Sanemi x Reader Semi-NSFW

CW: Friends with benefits? Soft Sanemi. Brief mentions of sex, kissing scars, Dom!Sanemi, Sanemi in denial.

^Let me know if I missed anything^

Minors and Ageless blogs DNI.

I write with a female reader in mind, but I believe this one can be read as gender neutral, please let me know otherwise.

A/N: Proofread. I have Sanemi brain rot to the point I’ve gathered the courage to finally post write about it. This was originally intended to be more smutty, but I’m a slut for soft Nemi.

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🪻It was accidental at first. The build up from hours of training led you both to snap and give into one another. Clothes torn off. Hot and sweaty bodies clashing together in pleasure. Not even leaving his training grounds.

🪻One time turned into two, and now it’s an unspoken agreement between you when “steam needs to be let off”.

🪻Rushed moments in either estate, clothes ripped off and tossed away as you’re pulled into the bedroom or sometimes not even bothering to leave the training ground.

🪻Sanemi thought he would be the last to break. Putting up a wall between his feelings for you and acting upon them. Telling himself that it’s just sex, you both understand the complications of getting feelings involved. It won’t work out. You’re both hashira, you never know when the next mission is your last.

🪻Speaking of missions. The post mission sex is fantastic. Sanemi loses the small bit of control he thought he had. Glad he is able to hold you in his arms again, knowing you’re safe. Sanemi tells himself he was only gentle like that because you needed time to recover after your mission, denying his feelings.

🪻When Sanemi is the one coming back from a mission he lets you top him. He’s still mostly in control, but he loves watching the way you bounce on his cock, hands pressed against his chest with your head thrown back, lost in your own pleasure.

🪻He finds himself staring at you for long periods of time. Becoming flustered when you catch him and giggle, until he playfully shoves you over.

🪻When he passes by shops on his solo missions and finds items that he feels you would like. Fighting with himself on actually purchasing the items for you. He has definitely brought you back small trinkets.

🪻He will never admit it, but his heart skips a beat when he sees you jog up to him, trying to catch up, and offer him a home-cooked meal you made for him.

🪻He finds that the once quick fucks, become longer sessions. Sometimes multiple rounds. Taking time to enjoy one another. Taking time to kiss one another’s scars. Staring into one another’s eyes as he slowly fucks you.

🪻He finds that he prefers missionary, having the option to take his time with you or fuck you senseless, depending on his mood.

🪻He definitely hand holds in missionary.

🪻Goes from leaving soon after, to falling asleep with you in his arms. From the minimal aftercare cleanup, to soaking together in the hot springs before laying down together.

🪻Don’t get him started on how his heart feels when you snuggle against him in the middle of the night, and when the morning rays grace your presence, not ready to fully awaken yet.

🪻He opens his eyes, yours staring back at him. He finally lets slip the words he had been hiding from you for so long, “I love you”.

🪻“I love you too, ‘Nemi.”

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ME AND YOUR MAMA

Sanemi x reader

MINORS DNI. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME

CW: smut, penetrative sex, reader has a pussy and tits, handjob, Sanemi an asshole, drunk sex, enemies to lovers kind of?, there’s a slap somewhere in there but not during the sex

Word Count: 5,609

Yeah I wish I had a reason for doing this one.

You met Sanemi for the first time after becoming Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. Since you were always literally living with her, you saw Obanai coming over a lot. You didn’t mind the boy, and he didn’t mind you either, actually reacting rather warmly to your presence due to the sheer fact you were Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. He liked to think of you as his and Mitsuri’s sort of love child, as weird as that may seem.

However, since Obanai and Sanemi were so close, you would sometimes see the rather brutish boy while living in the Love Mansion while Obanai was visiting Mitsuri.

These sightings, however, were typically awkward, and you chalk that up to your first meeting.

You were at the hot springs enjoying yourself, when a sudden gust of wind had decided your clothes deserved a dip in the water as well. You looked at the pitiful clothing as it sunk to the bottom, a subtle “well fuck,” leaving your mouth as you dipped below the water to grab it. Shortly after, you head back to the Love Mansion, in nothing but your towel, to ask Mitsuri if she has an extra kimono you can borrow. Once you get there, you ask one of the hinoto in the mansion where Mitsuri is, and they inform you she had left to go eat with Obanai.

Well fuck x2.

You decide Mitsuri wouldn’t mind if you just borrowed one of her kimonos for the evening, in fact she always loves when you borrow her things, so she would probably be ecstatic about it. You head into her room, still wrapped in your towel mind you, and start looking for something to borrow. However, while shuffling through her clothes, you hear her door open behind you, and a low sound. Almost like a gulp? That definitely wasn’t Mitsuri.

Well fuck x3.

You turn your head and see a man, with wild white hair. He’s covered in scars. Jesus, he’s ripped. Somehow his chest is more exposed than yours AND Mitsuri’s. Wow his lashes are so long. Is he blushing?

“Hello, can I help you?” You utter, suddenly conscious of your lack of clothing as you try to be as normal as possible about the petrifying situation.

The man is absolutely red, eyes stuck on your face and not daring to go any lower out of sheer humiliation in his part.

“Is this,” he clears his throat so loudly it sounds like it must’ve hurt “Isn’t this Mitsuri’s room?”

You’re starting to blush, embarrassment finally overtaking the initial shock, still trying to make the situation seem less weird as you respond “Oh yeah it is, but she’s out eating with Obanai. Did you need something specific?” You turn completely towards him and take a step forward “I could pass a message to her if you wa-“

He puts his hands up and interrupts you, averting his gaze to the ground, the wall, anywhere but you

“No no, it’s fine, I was just looking for Obanai anyway. Thanks.”

Sanemi quickly excuses himself and leaves the mansion shortly after. Heading to town, face red and petrified. All he wanted was to ask his friend when they were supposed to go eat, instead he got an eye full of some random girl’s ass AND he got stood up by his friend. He’s so pissed. And embarrassed. And kind of turned on. But mostly pissed. And embarrassed. When he finally finds Obanai and Mitsuri they look shocked. Then they remember they were supposed to be eating WITH him. Mitsuri immediately gasps at the realization and starts apologizing “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! We were so caught up in our conversation we completely forgot!” Obanai pipes in “Yeah, we’re sorry man- wait why are you so red”

Sanemi is so pissed.

He is so pissed but the mortification of what he just experienced is overshadowing his anger so he just gruffs out “It’s fuckin fine I’m fine,” and the three continue their meal like they normally would.

Ever since that fated day you two are EXTREMELY awkward around each other. Though you don’t see each other every day, it’s still often enough for you both to be consistently reminded of your first encounter. Even after learning each others’ names, and engaging in “small talk” (AKA you talking while he wishes he could teleport to anywhere but here) while Mitsuri and Obanai are off canoodling in the background, you are still stiff with the haunting memories of your first meeting together. It stresses Sanemi the fuck out, and his outlet for stress? Taking it out on you. Which wasn’t odd, but he was usually tamer around girls. Not nice, but tamer. With you? He was worse than usual. He was very snappy, and always completely cold and indifferent, and nobody knew why. Obanai and Mitsuri picked up on it, which led to Obanai asking him what was up one day, as the two boys were hanging out alone. After agonizing about it for a couple of minutes Sanemi came clean with Obanai, who laughed his ass off at how stupid the two of you were. Seriously. He also IMMEDIATELY told Mitsuri, who giggled and said “awe, oh nooo, no wonder they turn so red around each other, I thought they were in love.”

You weren’t.

After your first meeting with him, and him being rude to you every time after that, you could care less about his weird ass. You didn’t even care about how you could see his tight abs contract whenever he was training, or how his long lashes shaded his eyes when he looked down in thought. Nope. Not even when his chest heaved after a hard days work, sweat dripping and glistening on every detail of his scarred skin. None of that mattered.

The same way how he NEVER thought about the curve of your ass, or how your damp hair stuck to your breasts, or how your glossy lips pouted whenever he would snap at you. He NEVER considered what it would be like to touch that warm space between your legs and make you tremble for him.

Yeah you were both down bad.

It was driving Obanai crazy. Mitsuri loved it, she thought your guys’ little awkward courtship was adorable. Obanai hated it. He just wanted you two to fuck and get it over with already. “Maybe it’ll get Sanemi to wind the fuck down a bit.” He said.

So they decided to give y’all a little push. It was a team effort for them.

Obanai invited you and Sanemi to go out drinking with him and Mitsuri. Sanemi took some coaxing, but you were excited to see your two best friends and the guy you wanted to fuck, so you eagerly said yes. While you were getting ready you noticed Mitsuri doting on you extra hard, even going as far as doing your makeup and hair for you.

“What’s the point in me wearing makeup? We’re just going drinking” you ask, looking at the ground as she put eyeliner on you

“I’m wearing makeup too, I don’t wanna be the only girl all dressed up! Plus you’re so pretty! It’d be such a shame to not emphasize your features” she gushed over you a bit more, making sure to fluff your breasts a bit before grabbing your hand and skipping out of her room together. She made SURE your tits were out just as much as hers and although you were a bit confused by her sudden attention to detail, you felt pretty damn cute. Sanemi felt the same way, feeling his dick twitch at the sight of your pretty face and your tits nearly spilling out of your kimono.

The walk to the bar felt sooooo long, each time you would try to talk to him he couldn’t help but see your tits bounce with each step in his peripheral vision, so he opted to not look at you at all. Answering everything with short “yeah”s and “mhm”s. You couldn’t help but feel suddenly self conscious. You started getting down on yourself, ‘is he so unattracted to me that even makeup doesn’t help?’ And you suddenly felt like a clown for putting in so much effort just to be ignored. Meanwhile he was trying his best to coax his brain to think of traumatic events just so he doesn’t bust in his pants in front of you, God, and his best friend.

A couple feet in front of you two Obanai and Mitsuri are gossiping about you both.

“Why aren’t they talking?” The Love Hashira was frantic

“Babe, they’re idiots” he got his cheek pinched for that, quickly uttering “it’s trueee! But things will work themselves out! They just need this one little push.”

Mitsuri anxiously glances back, trying not to be obvious. When she sees the look on sanemi’s face, and the way you’re anxiously fiddling with the belt of your kimono, both of you blushing like virgins? She starts smirking. Turning forward and lacing her arm with Obanai before leaning over and whispering “You were righhhtttttt!”

“I knowwwwww!” He whispered back.

They were so in love it made you guys wanna puke. In an endearing way. It was like watching your parents kiss as a child, and it gave both you and Sanemi a slightly less awkward feeling.

“God, those two were made for each other.”

You think out loud

Sanemi nods and almost smiles, wearing a lopsided grin “They’re so in love it makes me sick.”

You laugh at his joke, making the couple in front of you look at each other with wide eyes, and making the poor man next to you almost buckle at the knees.

“Awww no way…maybe just a little” you reply with just a little bit of snark, which makes Sanemi warm up to you a little bit more. Not that you, or anybody else would ever know that, because he’s hell bent on staying emotionally constipated for the rest of his days. But deep down, underneath the constipated surface, he genuinely likes you. He was just VERY sexually frustrated. And an asshole. Plus his last crush died. He’s a little traumatized be patient.

You guys finally got to the bar, and immediately ordered some sake. They forced you and Sanemi to sit next to each other, making you both blush and fidget awkwardly. Once the drinking started, you and Sanemi started to loosen up a bit. Not with each other, though, you both just started talking to mitsuri and Obanai. Suddenly you got too excited, talking to the Love Hashira about something funny you remembered, and lost your balance slightly, bumping into Sanemi. With a little liquid courage in him, he was brave enough to steady you with both of his hands uttering a gentle but gruff

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm,” you look up at him with your flushed face, your glossy eyes gazing up at him through your pretty lashes and reply with a small “Thank you.” He feels his dick throb in his pants and panics. He quickly pushes you off of his body and steadies you back on your seat before ripping his hands from your body as if you were scalding hot. He’s stressed as hell with both of his hands on his knees mumbling “Don’t fucking mention it,” albeit, a little more aggressively than he meant it, he’s just so fucking frustrated, and he doesn’t know what to do. He wants you so bad but he doesn’t know how to initiate anything romantic, so he just suffers in his own little sexually frustrated hell. And you DO NOT make it easy on him. However, you slump a little at his attitude, wondering why he always has to treat you this way. Mitsuri notices how sad you look and before your drunk girl tears can start she ushers you to the bathroom. She grabs your hand and forces you to skip all the way there with her, making your mood brighten just a bit.

Whilst in your own little girl bubble together, she looks at you and says

“Soooo…”

You raise an eyebrow at her “Sooo…what?”

She suddenly stopped walking and grabbed both of your hands, swinging you in front of her gently before whispering to you

“What’s up with you and Sanemi?”

You start to pout “is it that obvious?”

“YES!” She says a little too loudly, earning looks from a couple drinkers who are still close enough to hear you “you both turn so red and get so awkward around each other!”

“I wish!” You admit, the alcohol erasing all caution about your crush on him “He totally hates me…”

“Not from what Obanai tells me!” She says in a bright little whisper, “Cheer up. He’s got a rough personality, but he does like you. We can both tell.” You try not to roll your eyes at your sweet, sweet friend, but you can’t help but feel like she’s just trying to spare your feelings. You give her a little smile and say “Okay, okay. Thank you.” She nods, hands you her hair comb, and says “Go cool off a bit in the bathroom, fix your hair a little, and come back out when you feel as pretty as you look tonight.”

You can’t help but hug her sweet ass. You both have a little drunk girl hug moment, giggling and doting on each other, before you both finally let go. Mitsuri skipping back to the table, and you entering the bathroom to fix yourself up again. You splash a little cool water on your face, which helps you sober up just the tiniest bit, smooth down your hair a bit, and after a couple of minutes of deep breathing, you head back out there, getting back to the table, just to see Mitsuri and Obanai getting ready to leave.

“Hey, where are you guys going?”

Obanai looks at you and looks back at Mitsuri, her being mostly carried by him and barely conscious.

“She’s had a little too much to drink, so I’m just gonna take her back to my place so I can keep an eye on her,” he hoists her up in his grip a bit, “…make sure she doesn’t choke on her own puke.”

You nod hesitantly, not because you doubt Iguro, you know he would never do anything bad to Mitsuri, you just didn’t know where this left you and Sanemi.

“Sanemi, d’you mind walking her home?” Obanai speaks, gesturing to you with a slight jerk of his head. Sanemi sputters “Wha? No way, she’s a Tsuguko she can walk herse-“

“Don’t. Be. An ass. Just walk the poor girl home.” Obanai snips at him, before hoisting Mitsuri up on his back, and piggybacking her out of there.

Sanemi grumbles and drags his hands dramatically down his face in exasperation. You can’t help but feel awkward and kind of hesitant about walking home with him. You both sit there in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, don’t worry about walking me home, I’ll just tell them that you did. Don’t worry about it.”

He sighs dramatically in response “Shut the fuck up. Let’s go.” He stands up straight, tosses some money on the table, and grabs your hand roughly before walking towards the exit. As rough as his grip is, you can’t help but blush because this is the most physical contact you guys have had with each other. Most of the walk back was spent with you both silently blushing, and holding hands, painfully wishing that the other wouldn’t bring it up.

“Sanemi, you’re going kind of fast, I can’t keep up.”

“Shut up. You’re fucking fine.”

His grip on your hand tightens. You frown softly to yourself the rest of the way back. The speed of his pace evidence enough that he would rather be anywhere but here, anywhere except next to you. It sucks wanting to be with him. You start to think bitterly to yourself.

Once you both get back, he walks you towards the door to the mansion, stops slightly right of it, and roughly tugs you from behind him to shove you towards the door.

“There. You’re home for fucks sake.”

He turns to leave, but you’re fed the fuck up at this point. Even when he’s drunk he’s still an asshole.

“Why do you always have to be such a dick?”

He immediately stops, pivoting around and stomping towards you, making you back up until your back hits the wall. He slams both of his hands on the wall behind you, trapping you between them.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You glare up at him “Why the FUCK are you such a DICK all the time?”

He scoffs with his brows raised, and starts to mock you “Oh, what, somebody doesn’t blow smoke up your ass about how hot you are for once and suddenly your whole night’s ruined?” The way his speech is slightly slurred is the only telltale sign he’s just as drunk as you.

You make a bewildered face at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Is-is this about that one time?”

He also makes a bewildered face at you.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talkin about that time when you walked in on me!”

His whole face turns red and he finally moves his arms off the wall in favor of covering his face with his hands and screaming into them.

You watch on with indifference, if not slight confusion. Eyebrow raised at him as he’s doubled over screaming by himself.

“I think you’re the worst thing that’s happened to me since I became a demon slayer”

You interrupt his meltdown with your own little outburst, honestly you just wanted to hurt his feelings too for once. However, this causes him to straighten up slowly, and inhale before removing his hands from his face.

“Oh yeah? What a privileged life you live, to have some guy who doesn’t want you be the worst thing that’s happened to you. Do you know what everyone else here has BEEN through?” He starts slowly stalking towards you, making you back up to the wall again. “Seems like we’ve all earned our places here except you, doesn’t it?” He stops about half of a foot in front of you “You think I’m the worst thing that’s happened to YOU? You dumb fucking bitch. You’re fucking delusional. Just you wait. Being here will-“

It all happened so fast.

Your palm stung from smacking him, he suddenly went silent, then he looked at you. Cheek bright red and stinging.

Then, he was grabbing your ass and kissing you. It was so, so desperate, too. As soon as his lips came into contact with yours, his palms grabbing handfuls of your ass, he groaned. You kissed back immediately, of course, your hands taking purchase in his hair and grabbing at the roots gently. He parted from you, panting for a second as he moved to suck on your bottom lip. His hands pulled you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into the Love mansion. He stumbled drunkenly down the hall towards the rooms, you parting from him and quickly whispering a

“hereherehererighthere”

Once he gets to your bedroom door. Then he slides it open, steps inside, and immediately slams it it shut. He lowers both of you to the ground, himself on top of you. He removes his right hand from your ass and places it on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb gently. He stops kissing you just to speak with your lips still touching

“Fuck…wanted you for so long,”

He’s rutting his rock hard dick against your pussy, your kimono exposing you panties and leaving very little separating you from him. He starts feverishly kissing you again. He bites your bottom lip then runs his tongue across it, pulling away to give little kisses to it as his horny little apology for being rough with it. Runs his tongue along the roof of your mouth, just to lick the inside of your teeth and make you shiver. His left thumb sneaks under your panties, and starts rubbing at your pussy. He rubs at your slit, and accidentally touches your clit making you jump. He stops moving and pulls his tongue out of your mouth to look down at you, going back and rubbing the same spot, making you whine soooo sweetly for him. He leans down and sucks at your neck, rubbing your clit again, this time a little rougher, making you moan and your hips do a little jerk against his touch. You feel him smirking as he switches to suck on the other side of your neck

“Right there?” He huffs out, his voice is so low and raspy in your ear, as he rubs another little circle in your clit, making you moan once again as your panties start to dampen his hard cock. He groans at your reaction

“Ohhhh yeah…it’s right there isn’t it baby…your pussy’s slobbering all over my dick, it must feel so good” at this point he’s rubbing it mercilessly, and you’re panting and grinding against his touch letting out a breathy

“Yes baby, right there baby,” and god if your breathy little voice doesn’t send him over the edge. He leans back on his heels and hooks both hands into your panties before roughly tugging them down your legs, looking down with his face bright red and his eyes glossy and desperate for you. His eyes watch as your pussy drips down your ass and onto the floor, and he whimpers at the sight.

He whimpered.

You can’t help but spread your legs for him, and the sight of you doing that before him makes him wonder what he ever did that made the Universe think he deserved this. He groans as he looms over you, the sight of him like this makes all your blood rush to your pussy.

His hairs disheveled, his shirt baggy and showing his buff, heaving chest. His mouth open and panting, his eyes pitiful and screaming “I’m sorry I just wanna put it in you so bad” the sight of him reduced to this alone is enough to make you cum. He kisses you again, leaning on one hand and using the other to thumb at your nipple. You both moan into each others mouths once he touches it, and he stops kissing you so he can start sucking hickies onto your chest. The feeling of his rough lips against your tender skin making you moan. You place your hands on the back of his head, a silent plea to not stop, as you start rubbing your wet pussy against his clothed dick. He groans pitifully against his mouthful of your tit and you feel his dick throb against you. You can’t help but let your jaw slack at everything going on right now. You continue grinding against him and his pops off of your tit, leaving a huge mark on it, and he starts licking at your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. You moan and jump at the sensation, and he looks up at you with those pitiful eyes again, half lidded as he takes your nipple into his mouth and starts sucking on it, groaning into your skin when he feels how wet you get on his dick after he does that. You grip his hair at the root and pull him off your nipple with a loud and wet pop, and he lets out a guttural groan at the sensation. Your tits covered in his spit and hickies, and his toned body heaving against yours as he pants.

“Sanemi…” you reach your hand under the waistband of his pants and grab his painfully hard dick, forcing a broken moan out of him

“I need you so bad.” You whine back at him. He nods breathlessly, and you start pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Watching his large pecs and the harsh lines of his abs twitch with excitement as he pulls his dick out, making you raise your brows in aroused shock.

He’s so thick, his cock so heavy that even though he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life, it’s still weighed down by his sheer girth. His dick starts weeping precum and it drips down to your clit perfectly. Before he can do anything you lean up and grab it, drooling down onto his dick and jerking it as you look up at him, rest your chin against his abs as he looks down at you. God the face he’s making is so fucking hot, his lips are slightly colored from your lipstick rubbing off on him, and he just looks so utterly pitiful as he lets out a string of broken moans and sobs, the sight of your pretty face looking up at him as you jerk off his dick reduces him to a little puddle of desperation, and he quickly cums at the sight in front of him, shooting ropes onto your chest and grunting out a loud

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck-k yes please,” he wheezes in desperation as you start jerking him faster, overstimulating him “pleaseeee, yes pleeeassee fu-uck fuck yes, ohhhhh, oh God” his eyes start rolling back as he puts one hand on the back of your head, and the other on your cheek

“Let me put it in. Please, need to be inside you”

He starts leaning you back down, positioning himself over you, resting on one elbow with his hand behind your head, and placing his other hand over the one you have still holding his cock before he starts pushing the tip inside of you. He tightens his grip on your hand as he teases his head in and out of your hole, forcing some high pitched moans out of you, and getting a couple of throaty groans out of him as well. Your pussy sucks his whole tip inside, and you both whimper pitifully. He takes his hand off of yours and rests it next to your head, stroking your hair lightly as he starts slowly humping his dick into you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a little desperate “mhm” for every inch that he sinks deeper into you. When he finally gets balls deep, you feel his entire length twitch, as he whimpers a little choked-out-high-pitched “fuck” and takes in shaky breath. You’ve been panting and moaning, desperate since he started fucking himself into you, and the feeling of his fat balls resting and twitching against your ass has your head spinning and your pussy squeezing him even tighter.

He starts with a slow drag out of your pussy, his whole body trembling with need but he’s trying so, so hard to be gentle with you because he knows once he loses himself in this he’s not gonna stop. And he slowly slides himself back to the very hilt. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, but he’s been waiting for you for so long and you feel “fuck you’re so tight and fucking wet oh my god.” He tilts his head up and his eyes flutter open and look down at you, he swallows hard. The thumb on the hand he still has on the back of your head starts stroking your hair, the hand that was next to you now stroking your cheek as he looks down at you so deep and vulnerable, his cheeks still flushed as he starts grinding with his dick still buried inside you, rubbing against your g spot and cervix as his base rubbed your clit so sweetly

“Fuuuuuuuck Sanemi, oh god” you keen underneath him, you bring one hand up to his face as you start stroking his cheek gently too, your other hand gripping harshly at his pants. You’re both moaning and panting while maintaining eye contact, and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the intimacy and vulnerability of it all.

“Is…is this okay?” He asks you, all breathy and raspy. His voice goes straight to your pussy and you whine a shaky

“Mhmmmm”

You wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him impossibly deeper

“I’ve wanted you for a long time too”

You say, and god your voice is oh so sweet and light with arousal.

“Really?” His cheeks get redder, he starts grinding harder against you as his thumb that was stroking your cheek goes lower to start rubbing your clit

“Ah! Yes! Wanted you so bad!”

He smiles down at you and god he looks so soft, so beautiful, fuck. The way he’s rubbing your clit makes it burn with pleasure and you start bubbling little praises for him

“So good”, “so big”, “you’re so pretty, nemi”

He’s blushing and he stops grinding into you just to start pulling out and and thrusting into you, slow and soft, his abs flexing as his chest rubs against yours. He shifts and and accidentally changes the angle of his hips, so when he starts thrusting directly into your g-spot and your pussy clamps down as you squeal with pleasure, he stops, worried that he’s hurt you

“Oh fuck, ‘r you okay?”

“Yes please, please, please don’t stop. Fuck. Right there keep going please baby”

He just looks at you, eyes half lidded and pussy drunk as he nods and starts thrusting harder into you, right into that little soft spot inside you. Your pussy drooling around his cock so much it drips down to his balls and makes a disgusting squelching sound everytime he buries himself into you.

He groans, deep and raspy at the sound

“Fuckkkkkk”

He starts rubbing your clit faster, looking down at you with his sweet, red, and fucked out face

“Cum on it…” he’s panting, his voice raspy from being so loud “…wanna see the look in your eyes as you fall apart. For me.” He starts picking up his pace, your tits bouncing with each thrust and your drawn out moans punctuated by his rhythm. You feel the heat flooding in your pussy and your cheeks, placing both hands on his shoulders to ground yourself,

“Nemi, Nemi,” you let out a wet sob “gonna cummmm” he lets out a depraved moan that pushes you over the edge he feels your pussy squeezing and squirting all over him. You scream as your toes curl and your legs tighten around his waist. He gasps and whimpers out

“Yesss…please, fuck, oh god…” he’s still humping himself into you, getting more and more desperate for his own release, the after shocks of your orgasm making your pussy squeeze the life out of him and he whimpers

“I’m ‘bout to cum…please…please…let me do it inside” he starts rubbing your clit faster, overstimulating you in hopes you’ll let him claim you like this. Your legs shake around him, hands still on his face as you nod “do it, baby, empty it as deep as you can. Want it so bad” he lets out the saddest, hottest broken sob as he empties himself balls deep in side of you. His whole body’s shaking and he’s moaning and whimpering as he grinds himself as deep as possible and fucks his cum deeper into you while he comes down from his high. He finally collapses, and you both are panting, sticky, and completely spent after you first time together. He brings his arms around your waist and rolls off of you, subsequently pulling your body on top of his instead, and moving one of his hands to your head to rub it gently. You’re both still catching your breath, as he finally speaks

“I…I’m bad with words.”

You lift your head off his chest to look at him, he’s looking at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact for now.

He continues “But…I’ve liked you. A long time. ’m sorry I didn’t say anything before,” he takes a hand off you momentarily to vaguely gesture to you, “,this. But I hope that you still…i don’t know…” he trails off, starting to feel embarrassed by the vulnerability and not comfortable enough with the feelings to express the properly.

“I like you too.”

He finally looks at you following your response, and he sits up a little, with him leaning back on one elbow to look at you and you leaning forward on your elbows to look at him.

“I know we both have our…rough spots but,” you continue and place one hand over his

“maybe we could work on them? Together?”

In a rare, soft moment with him he laces his fingers with yours and nods. You both smile sweetly at each other, in the beginnings of a puppy love together, and sit in silence for a bit

“Sorry I slapped you, by the way.”

He snorts and ruffles your hair, you giggle and try to swat his hand away.

“It’s whatever, you’re lucky it was hot.”

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The next day, as Obanai is bringing Mitsuri back, they’re walking down the hall to her room when your door opens up, and out emerges the two of you. Covered in fucking hickies with your hair a mess smiling like fools. Obanai immediately has to slap a hand over Mitsuri’s mouth as she starts to guffaw at the state of you two, Obanai at a loss words.

“I…can’t deal with this right now,” and he continues dragging a chortling Mitsuri back to her room so they can gossip about what the hell they just saw.

Sanemi the type to really like cockwarming.

Like really love it on an intimate level.

But lazy cockwarming is his favourite.

When he's too tired to make love to your precious body and soul. He'll sink you on his cock and have you lay on his chest, thick dick stuffing you full as he strokes your hair, asking about your day or chatting about the story you read. At some point, he'll start to rub circles against your sensitive clit, still talking to you as your walls start spasming around his cock - it's enough to get both of you to cum.

Then he'll just kiss you sweetly before drifting off to sleep.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐖 | JUJUTSU KAISEN

— toji fushiguro, gojo satoru + fem!reader.

mdni. breeding, pussydrunk gojo.

TOJI

"about fuckin' time" truth to be told, Toji is the one who has been bothering you nonstop about going raw, his first worries to get you pregnant slowly fading when he thinks about how tight your cunt must feel around his bare cock.

and he teases nonstop, "think you can handle me raw, angel?" a self defense method to make you look desperate when he's the one to clench his jaw when pushing into your wet pussy, brows furrowed and sweat dripping down onto your collarbones where he's leaning against. his hands are most definitely leaving prints on your waist where he holds onto for dear life once he's bottomed out, rutting into your cunt with huffed groans. "t-toji...!" you babble his name sloppily, toes curling at every vein and ridge rubbing against your sensitive walls, inching you into orgasming faster.

he's mean and rough, fucking into you like possessed, molding your insides to the shape of his cock so you won't be able to get off by anyone else than him, while at the same time marking your insides with creamy precum.

"gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, and you'll take it all like a good girl" he growls, open mouthed pants leaving his lips in sync with the moans and whines that came from you, almost matching the squelch your thighs produce when his own slam against. you're so full just from cock, but Toji will make sure you're stuffed with his cum as well.

SATORU

all remaining cockiness that could have been left in Satoru's body was quick to leave once the tip of his already drooling cock slid past your folds. "holy shit...!" he whines, truly fucking raw was supposed to feel good, but not this good.

seconds pass and he's already panting and rutting into your cunt like a dog in heat, trying to reach as deep as possible before pounding into you, "feel'so good" he slurs, eyes closed and jaw slacked, and if you thought Satoru was a talker during sex, you just had to wait and see him while going raw, he never shuts up, praising you for being so perfect for him, for taking his cock so fucking well.

"c-cant stop...!" he moans, unable to control the speed he's going at even though you ask him to slow down, but you're so wet n' tight, clenching around him whenever his hips jerk back, as if begging not to let go. "gonna fuck you like this forever" addicted to your pussy and edging himself in an attempt to make this surreal experience last longer, but once his balls begin to clench and his tip to mess your walls with precum, Satoru can't help and slide his fingers across your puffed clit, a pained gasp getting ripped out of his lips once you flutter and cum around his cock, his own orgasm triggering as you squeeze him for all he's worth, yet his hips continue to give tiny trusts into your cunt, pulling out fully before shoving it back with his cockhead, you're so pretty, so ethereal he needs to fuck you again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence

Foreign Musician Y/N

Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects

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Chapter 3

Chapter Includes ⚠️: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Explicit language, Vulgar language, manhandling, (degradation could be triggering for some readers,) Mature Language

You stood outside the large two story home shuffling your foot back and forth over the tiny pebbles making up the pathway from the gate.

You had knocked already but received no answer. With how big the house was, you weren't sure how long it would take for him to make it to the door.

The surprise you felt when you heard the gate open was nothing compared to the shock to your bones seeing how rough and bloody Sanemi was.

"Hey." He gruffed out to you as if it was just a normal morning.

You watched slack jawed as he passed you and opened the door to his house. He only stopped when he made it halfway to the middle of the hallway.

"Uh...you comin?" His stormy eyes landed on yours.

"Y-yeah. Sorry." You answered finally following him, making sure to close the front door behind you.

Silently he led you into a room with a very large and plush futon in the middle of the floor. "Have a seat, I'll be back." He spoke casually as he strode into the bathroom.

You were still shocked. He had a new cut going across his chest, it was thin, but he also had blood coming from his left ear and his clothes were tattered also. You could've overlooked something else too.

Was he even okay? You thought to yourself as you stood still in the middle of the room.

"You're still standing." He said matter of factly when he appeared in the doorway, naked and no longer bleeding.

You should probably feel some sort of shame from how quickly your mood shifted.

He was so breathtakingly hot.

Sanemi smirked at you knowingly. "That's more like it. Come here." He motioned for you.

Never one to hesitate, you closed the distance between you two. "What are you wearing today for me?"

Cute you thought to yourself. He thinks you wear lingerie for him. He's not completely wrong.

"Mm...I guess you'll find out when you take my clothes off."

"Oh?" This was almost a grunt. He gathered your dress in his hands, bunching it up around your hips before pulling it over you.

He didn't say anything but his eyes said enough. Your body temperature increased tenfold from the way his eyes devoured you.

"Like it?" You asked quietly.

You were wearing just a black lace teddy. It was quite tight honestly, but you figured since you would have to take it off anyway it wouldn't hurt to wear it for the short amount of time it took to get here.

"Yeah." Sanemi grunted as he dropped your dress on the floor and pulled you flush against him.

The way your eyes searched his face with an excited glimmer made his stomach flip. Causing him to frown. Why were you making him feel all these new things?

He let his hands roam to your ass before squeezing lightly. Your outfit obviously not covering your cheeks, making him that much more eager to turn you around.

"You're something else." He spoke, almost mumbling to himself.

"Why?" You smiled.

"You might as well not have worn anything under your dress. Your ass is out."

Your smile widened. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." You answered, leaning into him more.

A small smirk graced his lips. He turned you around suddenly, his lips now beside your ear and his hands clutching your hips.

"You're a fucking minx." He said, his tone low and oozing sex appeal.

"Yeah?" You asked laughing lightly although it was breathy due to the effect he was having on you.

"Mhm." He said taking a step forward, forcing you to move with him.

He walked you over to the bed, hands groping your breasts as he lead you there. "I'm gonna rip this." He warned before you felt him tug the fabric apart. Surprisingly it didn't hurt you at all.

"That costs a lot of money." You giggled.

"I'll repay you for it." He said before pushing you forward signaling for you to get down on the bed.

You obeyed silently, getting onto your hands and knees.

Sanemi was right behind you, adjusting himself at your entrance. You were pleased that he wasted no time with foreplay as he pushed into you.

"Fucking perfect." Sanemi said lowly as he bottomed out inside of you.

You, spurred on by the compliment arched further into the mattress, now using your elbows to prop yourself up. When you felt him pull back you pushed back into him, not giving him a chance to pull out.

He let out a noise between a growl and a hiss, slapping both of his large hands on the sides of your hips.

"Stay still."

"Why?" You teased bouncing back on him.

You're trouble. Sanemi thought to himself. But outwardly he lightly slapped your ass.

When he felt you bounce back on him he met you with a thrust of his own, making you cry out with a pornographic moan. Reaching back to grab his wrist.

Sanemi shook his head. Your were definitely a minx. Probably a brat. Beneath all of that bravado and confidence, you want to be roughed up.

He could do that. He wanted to do that. You could handle it. You liked it. He really could let go with you.

And that's exactly what he did. Ramming into you and you met him thrust for thrust. For a moment he faltered thinking he had to be hurting you, but you never slowed or pulled away.

Much like last night, you went until you couldn't anymore. Your arms were sore and weak, thighs trembling. Sanemi was flushed. When he finally pulled out you let your body fall to the bed, unable to hold yourself anymore.

Sanemi collapsed beside you, doing much better at catching his breath than you were.

"Sorry." You said breathlessly "I'll get up in a minute."

"Alright."

After maybe 5 minutes you moved to push yourself off the bed.

"You good?"

"Yeah." You replied with a nod and a smile. "I'm using your bathroom." You added before walking inside.

He didn't respond, just covered his face with his arm as he relaxed.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking around his bathroom. He had an amazing view. There was floor to ceiling sliding doors with a view of a small hot spring and garden. It was completely private with a tall gate closing out anything else. You noted that because the large sinking tub was in front of the doors. You would kill for a bathroom this relaxing.

You cleaned yourself off and left the bathroom to grab your dress.

"I'll be going now." You said as you slipped it over your head, letting it fall down your body on its own.

Sanemi moved his arm slightly just so he could look at you. "Come back tomorrow."

It wasn't a question. But it wasn't exactly a command either.

"Same time?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. See you tomorrow."

"Uh huh."

Without any hesitation you turned to leave. Although you wanted to get to know him better, you respected the no strings request he had. You wouldn't make him uncomfortable.

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That was how your intense sexual routine with Sanemi began. Every morning you met him at his house, or sometimes he came to yours. Two months of mind blowing and passionate sex had only made you crave him more. No matter how tired, or how sore you were you always met. When on your period you would just let him use your mouth. You've never been one to shy away from sex but if you weren't getting anything in return you usually had no interest.

Not with Sanemi though. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted him to use you. You loved the way he responded to you. You loved being the one who brought him pleasure. You loved being the best he ever had. It was a title you accepted gladly, and fought hard to keep.

You'd like to think you've gotten to know him better. Despite him not usually talking much, you think you know a lot about him. You could guess.

He had a rough upbringing. That one was obvious, if his scars were any indication. You think he has a brother. He's rough on the outside but so soft inside. He has a little insect he takes care of. It's quite peculiar but because it's Sanemi, you find it cute. He works hard to stay fit. Sometimes it amazes you just how beautifully chiseled he is. He's cocky. With good reason probably. He's also kind of mean. Obviously when you first met him you learned that though.

The most important thing you learned about him, was that he was broken. Deep inside he was holding himself together. His tough exterior and sometimes jarring attitude were barriers to keep people out and to keep his true feelings in. Safe.

You know this because you've been there. So you saw the signs. Over time it made you yearn to talk to him. Which is now why you have begun to hesitate to leave. You've invited him to stay over to sleep instead of leaving when you were done. He never stayed. You've begun to linger at his house when you finished only leaving when he gave you that knowing look. The one that said, "don't even think about it." Or "no strings woman." The whole two months he never slipped up and kissed you again. You would sometimes position yourself in such a way that made it easy but he knew what you were up to. He'd turn his head, bury his face in your neck, turn your head away from his, or sometimes he's even bit your jaw. There was no way you could lure him into kissing you and man did you want it so badly. Honestly you crave it.

So you would get home and feel incomplete. You would miss him.

It was unlike you, but you couldn't say that you minded. Sanemi was alluring honestly. He made you feel all types of new things.

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Today was a particularly rough day for Sanemi and you only knew because of the way he was handling you. You had gotten to his house after him and as soon as you knocked on the door he pulled you inside. He practically slammed you into the wall beside the front door before he ripped your dress apart. The sound of tearing fabric echoing through the room.

"Sa-"

You were cut off by a rough nip on your neck as he grabbed your chin in his hand, tilting your head up so he had full access to your neck.

It was more pain than pleasure as he bit and licked roughly on your neck, pressing his body into yours. You brought your hands up to his waist, in a way to gain some stability but hoping to try and ease him a bit.

A grunt left his mouth as he released his hold on you, moving his rough love bites down to your chest.

You moved your hands to his hair, hoping you could ease him into being more gentle with you. Tugging lightly to pull him back, he obliged.

A frown on his face and lips swollen from his attack.

"What?" He grumbled.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect."

You held each other's gaze for only one second before he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder before walking to his bedroom. As he rushed you to his room your mind was just reeling. He tore your underwear off of you quickly not even faltering in his step.

He was definitely upset about something. As much as you wanted to know what was wrong and you preferred for him to be calmer you were just going to shutup and let him be as rough as he needed to be. You could do that for him.

To your surprise he threw you down on the bed and immediately went for your core.

Your breath was stolen, you had the wind knocked out of you coupled with his ministrations of slurping and flicking.

It would be a lie to say it wasn't slightly uncomfortable. He was still being quite wild. You closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure that was there. You could handle a little discomfort.

It took longer than usual for your orgasm to happen but that's to be expected in this situation. Sanemi wasted no time turning you over and pulling you up to your knees. You were hardly stable when he pushed inside of you. Of course that too was more painful than you've ever felt with him.

He began thrusting into you like a mad man. The sound of skin slapping filling your ears. You couldn't keep up with him this time.

"Let me fucking hear you." Sanemi all but growled from behind you.

Of course that's all it took for a wanton moan to leave your mouth. His voice truly was your weakness. He could insult you and you'd probably like it.

"That's right. Don't fucking hold back from me." He replied with a hard smack to your ass.

His voice coupled with the pain made you cry out once again.

"Hm." Sanemi grunted. "All this fucking ass...and you're that sensitive?" He let his fingertips graze the newly raised bumps and welts from his strike.

You responded with a small whimper. The gentle touch both soothing and provoking the pain.

Sanemi pulled and prodded on your ass, lifting your cheeks to watch himself disappear inside of you.

"You're so fucking messy. Look at you, creaming all over me."

Holy fuck. You thought. His voice was so sensual.

A small dark chuckle came from him. "You love being praised. You always clench around me when I tell you how perfect your cunt is."

It's true. You felt yourself grow wetter at the compliment too.

"Look at you milking me for all I got." He groaned.

When he grabbed your neck you were both surprised and turned on. However it was short lived when he pushed you down into the mattress roughly. As feral as Sanemi was he never gripped you this tightly, he never handled you too roughly. He usually grabbed you passionately. This was not. This was....domineering.

"Fucking whore." He mumbled before slapping your ass once again. He picked up the pace of his thrust, the angle of you being all the way down allowing him to perfectly hit your sweet spot.

You felt tears prickle your eyes. You had to quickly remind yourself that he was upset. That he was looking for a way to release that negative energy he had inside. He wasn't insulting you. He wasn't being mean to you. His anger was not meant for you.

His grip on your neck was almost distracting enough to completely numb out the pleasure he gave you. You handled it well you think, the minute of his strong grip on you. It was nothing however compared to the way he pulled you up to him, pausing his thrust deep inside you.

"Why can't I hear you?" He asked, his lips grazing your ear, his voice low and dangerously taunting.

"I-"

He stuffed his fingers in your mouth, almost making you gag.

"Suck." He commanded.

And although you were taken by surprise you followed his command. The titillating groan he let out making you shiver, chills ran down your spine.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your clit and began rubbing fierce circles. The moan you let out surprising even you.

"Keep making those sounds for me slut. You better not stop." He thrusted into you pointedly when he said 'better'.

You felt heat pool in your chest as embarrassment soared through you as you actually moaned for him. You couldn't help it. He was expertly bringing you to your peak with his timing.

All you could hear were your gasps and the sound of your slick.

You were sure after all of his repeated ministrations you were about to cum but then he stopped. You were so so close you grabbed his wrist.

"Please." You whined, starting to roll your hips chasing some friction. The hand that was on the back of your neck slid to the front.

"Please what?"

"Please don't stop."

He only laughed breathlessly before playing with your clit as he began to fuck you again.

"Don't stop? Then you better be able to take it." He added right before he slipped his finger further down.

You blanched as you felt his finger tip trying to push into your hole.

He felt you tense up and squeezed his hand around your throat a little harder.

"Uh uh, I said take it." He responded as he continued  pushing his finger into you along side his dick. You were struggling to relax your body. Truth is it stung and hurt like hell.

"All the fucking dick you take and you can't handle a couple of added fingers? What kind of whore are you?"

You took a deep breath and tried to relax into him. You tried to lay your head back onto his shoulder and breathe through the stretch but it was short lived as this angry Sanemi shoved his other fingertip in beside the one, making you scream out quietly.

"Come on bitch, open up." He growled.

If it had not been for the slight tremor of his voice everytime he spoke, you might not have thought he was enjoying the sex. His tone almost completely disguising his pleasure and enjoyment. That's what you held on to though. That you were helping him feel good.

You took a deep breath, trying again to relax but with every centimeter he advanced that burning pain grew.

"Fuck this." Sanemi muttered before just shoving them in. You could feel the way he wrapped his two fingers around the side of his penis.

"Mm, fuck." He groaned. Your cry was stuck in your throat. You couldn't even make a sound between how tightly he choked you and how dry your throat had become.

If it didn't hurt so badly you would probably be so turned on by the fact that he's actually holding on to himself inside of you. It's so carnal.

"Look at you dripping down my wrist." He moaned before his tight grip on your throat released. His grip now being placed in the back of your hair. His strong fingers gripping despite the pins you obviously had in your hair, some of them falling out and some of them now poking into your scalp. He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care. You hissed in pain as he pushed your head forward, angling you to look down.

Through the squinting and wincing you could see his wrist glistening.

"See that?" He mused.

"Mhm." You replied again blinking back tears that were now threatening your vision. You still had not gotten used to the stretch, now the pain radiating in your head? It was making your head spin and you were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

By some miracle Sanemi pulled his fingers out. The burning didn't go away completely but it had gotten better.

When he stuck his fingers in your mouth you gagged, not expecting it.

"You've never done that before." He said.

You ignored the comment, obviously, and composed yourself, licking and sucking his fingers clean. There was a coppery taste. You didn't see any blood but you were certainly tasting it.

He took his fingers from your mouth and pulled out of you at the same time. It was a relief honestly. However. That tight grip he had in your hair didn't loosen at all, in fact it did the opposite.

"Put that pretty little mouth to good use." He said as he pushed, yanked, and maneuvered you until you were facing him. He pushed you down until your mouth met his penis. You were in the most uncomfortable position, on your hands and knees with your movement restricted thanks to his hold on you. You didn't have much leverage but you did your best.

It obviously wasn't good enough because Sanemi got impatient and began fucking your mouth. For only 10 seconds were you able to keep up with him then he completely began to go crazy.

You were gagging with every thrust. He was moving almost frantically the way he fucked your throat and the way he held you tightly in place with both his hands gripped in your hair.

For the next 60 seconds you were choking on his dick and it appeared that he loved it. His movements didn't even falter the closer he got to his release. The only sign he was done was his hot cum spurting down your throat.

"That's it. Drink up like the good whore you are." He mumbled with his head thrown back. His breathing erratic still.

You've been called much worse. You've been handled much more brutally. This was nothing. Or atleast that's what you told yourself. But yet and still, you found yourself holding back tears.

He yanked your head back roughly. "Show me."

With your head bent towards him you opened your mouth, showing him your tongue.

"Good girl." He almost cooed. But it was dark. It wasn't comforting, it was almost malicious and demeaning.

Abruptly, he let you go and pushed you back down on the bed. "Now open the fuck back up for me. I'm not done."

Surprised, but determined not to show it, you obeyed. Laying back and spreading your legs for him, he wasted no time plunging right into you. It felt like he hadn't even had a orgasm less than 30 seconds ago, he was rock hard.

You could feel just how sore you would be tomorrow. His sculpted hips crashed into you, rocking you back roughly. Once he noticed he had to keep moving forward to stay buried deep inside he grabbed your legs, his strong fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pulled you toward him, making you yelp at how deeply he had just thrust into you.

"Come the fuck here." He mostly mumbled to himself. His brows furrowed in anger and frustration.

You already knew he was mad, but it was beginning to overwhelm you. Over the weeks of you and Sanemi having sex, he was never too rough with you. It was always perfect. Just the right amount of grit and manhandling. This time he was bruising you and hurting you. He's never left a single bruise on you. He's never hurt you.

"Sanemi." You squeaked out, your breath coming out in huffs from the action of his thrusts.

He didn't answer, his eyes remained on where he was disappearing inside of you.

You wanted to ask him to be gentle, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. That anger was still burning brightly behind his beautiful stormy eyes and you wanted him to release it. No matter what it meant for you, you would just endure it. Which meant you had to suffer through the feeling of your organs being pushed into your diaphragm. There was no other way to describe the immensely full and painful feeling you had in your abdomen, timed with his relentless strokes.

You bit your lip to hold back your sounds as your breaths had begun to sound like pained whines.

"You like that?" Sanemi asked misreading your sounds.

That's okay, you simply nodded. A small lie.

"I bet you do, you fucking whore. Can probably take a couple dicks at once." A dry laugh followed. Short and cut off by his breath hitching.

Another mean remark. It was sneered at you. You tried to take it like a champ though.

His hands let go of your legs, finding purchase in your hair once again. He pulled you up, directing you to look at how your "slutty pussy" was swallowing him whole.

After a couple long brutal minutes of him wearing you down he pulled out abruptly, yanking you over so he could cum in your face. His hot load staining your skin messily. You had to squeeze your eyes shut.

When he finished it's like he lost all his energy. "See yourself out." He said as he flopped down on the bed beside you. His head turned away from you.

That was it for you. That's what did it. That's what broke you.

You felt humiliated. Embarrassment strong and overwhelming as it filled your chest.

With shaky and heavy limbs, you stood from the bed and headed to the bathroom.

You quickly shut the door behind you and leaned against it to steady yourself. You wanted to shed so many tears but you willed them away. This should be nothing. Again, you've been through worse. So why couldn't you handle this? Why was this feeling so painful?

You walked to the sink and began washing your face. Your hands shook and trembled the entire time. Once you were free from his mess, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair looked like a rats nest. It was tangled and pulled all kinds of ways. You began to slowly pull the pins that were sticking out every which way, wincing every so often as your scalp was sore in numerous spots thanks to his yanking.

You looked terrible. It looked like you got into a fight with a squirrel and lost. You inhaled slowly, ready to take a deep breath when you hiccuped. Quickly you covered your mouth with your hand.

No, no, no, you thought. You were not going to cry. Not even a little bit.

When you were sure you weren't going to shed any tears you cleaned yourself between your legs. It was only then that you realized that you didn't have anything to wear. He tore your dress, and ripped your underwear. You were left only with the lace corset you had on.

You felt panic rise in your chest before you pushed it down, shaking your head. You could just tie your dress around your hips, and if you walked quickly no one would see through your corset. It was still early, maybe you wouldn't run into a lot of people.

That's what you told yourself.

It was the only way you could step out of the bathroom.

You walked slowly and quietly through the bedroom to the living room. You picked up your dress tatters and tied them together before wrapping the fabric around your hips. It just barely covered your ass and privates but it would have to do. Stepping over to the entry way, you slid you shoes on. When you put your hand on the door handle, Sanemi's strong scarred hand landed on the door, preventing you from opening it.

Neither of you spoke. You remained standing facing the door while he stood behind you.

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Sanemi's POV

My eyes widened when I realized what I did and who I'd done it with.

Quickly I got up from the bed and went out to the living room. I couldn't let her leave.

Seeing her standing at the door with her dress tied around her made me feel majorly stupid. When she went to reach for the door I had to stop her.

She was standing in front of me now as I reached passed her to keep the door shut.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the words to speak after all of the words and images of what just happened flashed through my mind.

I was mean to her. I was harsh. I was rough. It was nothing to be that way, came naturally really, but I don't want to do that to her.

Not her.

Never her.

"You can't leave like that."

"I'll be fine." She threw a swift smile over her shoulder.

My eyes widened. If we weren't similar, I might have fell for it. I might have thought she was okay. But I'm not stupid. And I can see right through her. I see that fake look everyday when I look in the mirror.

"No." I answered when I recovered from my initial shock.

Dropping my arm from the door I grabbed her hand. Then I pulled her back into my room, straight into the bathroom.

"Stay put." I said before running the bath. I put my usual soap in. She would just have to smell like me, I didn't have any girly shit for her.

As the water ran I walked over to my cabinet grabbing the fluffiest towel I own before setting it down on the counter.

Finally I turned toward her, facing the damage I've done.

Her hair, her beautiful hair was messed up. Pulled from how nicely she had it laid and swooped and curled or whatever you call it. I reached out to touch it and she flinched.

She flinched.

Because of me.

"Sorry." She said quickly.

"What for?" I asked trying to control my temper.

"I didn't mean to flinch."

I took a deep breath. Then I tried again. Slowly this time.

She didn't flinch but she did wince when I grabbed a tuft of her soft strands.

"That hurt?"

"Yeah." She replied. "My scalp is sore. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

"Sorry."

She doesn't listen.

"Sorry." She replied again at my pointed look I gave her.

"Show me how to take your top off." I told her, ignoring her hair for now.

She turned around, turning her back towards me before she unhooked the bottom of her lacy thing.

"How did you get this on?" I asked her as I continued the way she demonstrated.

"Muddy."

"Muddy? Your roommate?"

"Yes."

I couldn't even stop myself from saying what came out next.

"You two fuckin or something?"

"Of course not."

"Hm." I mumbled, secretly relieved.

"He's the only one who knows how to do it right." She replied with a small smile blossoming on her perfect lips.

I'm sure I could do it better. Perfect even.

But I said nothing. One I got it unsnapped I let it fall to the floor.

The mark on her back, was burning a hole into my brain. I felt horrible. Seeing that, reminded me of just how fucked up I was with her. She didn't deserve to be spoken to the way I spoke to her. She'd been through too much to have to put up with assholes like me after leaving that hell hole of a country.

I turned away, no longer wanting to think about it, and turned the now full bath tub faucet off.

"Get in." I said turning to look at her.

She didn't say anything as she obeyed. Once she sunk down into the tub I could visibly see her relax as she sighed. Her eyes almost twinkling with happiness.

"I might fall asleep in here." She giggled softly.

"That's perfectly fine." I said.

You could hear the moment she stopped breathing. Looking at me with wide surprised eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me." I told her, careful with my tone however. "Sleep if you want."

She didn't respond she only turned her attention away to her hands beneath the water. "Do you have an extra sponge?" She asked absently.

After the way I was just so rough with her, I wanted to make it up to her. I will make it up to her.

"I do. But just...relax." I told her sitting down beside the tub after grabbing the extra sponge from the counter.

Again, she quieted. And I know why. I'm not stupid. Obviously.

I've never let her sleep here. Not even so much as a quick nap. Hell sometimes when she's all exhausted and drained from the good dick I've given her, I pull her up and walk her to the door myself.

I'm very adamant about us not sleeping together. Was anyway.

Because it doesn't matter anymore. She's already got feelings for me, although I've kept her at arms length and don't tell her shit about me or my life, she still got attached.

Doesn't even phase her it seems like. She still looks at me with those perfect pretty eyes, all adoring and shit. Like she loves to talk to me and is so intrigued to hear whatever I say. She touches me so soft. Caresses my scars, kisses them. She's just slowly warmed herself up to me on her own.

It pissed me off, but I couldn't stop seeing her. She's so good. So perfect. A literal fucking minx who gives so freely and takes so much so easily. It sounds dramatic as fuck so I'll never say it out loud, but she's perfect for me.

That why I didn't push her away even though I saw her getting attached.

That's why I feel so shitty inside for what just happened. I spoke to her like she meant nothing to me. And she doesn't deserve that. It's not true anyway.

I looked over her once more. He gorgeous body slightly obscured by the light patter of bubbles. I could see a bruise forming around her neck from where I grabbed her.

She turned her head to look at me at the sound I accidentally let slip out.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah." I lied. I was so disappointed. I wasn't thinking clearly earlier.

"The sponge?" The sound of water falling from her hand back into the tub snapped me out of my reverie.

"I've got it. Just sit back and let me do it. Alright?" I asked. My tone a bit more irritable than I would've liked but I couldn't help it. I was feeling embarrassed too.

Her eyes widened briefly before she nodded her head.

That was all I needed to dip the sponge in the water. I started on her neck. Figuratively washing away the harsh touches by replacing them with gentle ones. As I made my way around her neck an image crashed into me like a freight train.

An audible groan left my lips as more disappointment welled inside my chest.

I fucking came all over her beautiful face. Fuck! it was hot but I didn't even ask! The fuck is wrong with me?

Quickly I wet the sponge once more and then gently began wiping her face. It was clear she already cleaned it but I wanted to do this. Needed to do this. Once I figuratively washed away my actions I turned her head to me. Looking over her face.

Fuck.

She was the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on.

I let go of her chin and went back to the task at hand.  I could feel her eyes boring into me as I worked on cleaning her body. She was relaxing more and more as time went by, although I noticed the way she flinched when I touched her hips and her thighs. I already knew I held her too tightly there. She remained silent though.

Once I finished I sat the sponge down and locked gazes with her.

"I'm washing your hair." I told her.

Those inviting eyes of hers widened. No surprise there.

"I um...you don't have to."

"I'm going to."

She nodded, giving me a soft smile before she positioned herself deeper into the tub.

I have to be gentle. She already mentioned her scalp was sore thanks to me.

Reaching over her to grab my shampoo jar I took a moment to look at the damage I caused once more. I've never touched her hair, her head even, because she always has her hair styled impeccably. But of course, I fucking ruined it this time. You could see the tangles very clearly.

I sat some shampoo atop her head and then added some water before slowly, carefully, working it into her hair. Her hair was the complete opposite of mine. I don't even know that I'm doing it correctly but I'm trying. As I continued, I watched as her hair curled tighter and somehow shrunk underneath my hands. It was fascinating honestly.

She closed her eyes as I massaged her scalp. Leaving me the opportunity to stare at her openly. She was so naturally beautiful. Every little detail of her face was flawless. Perfect and so distinctly her. She was a masterpiece.

I got so distracted admiring her she opened her eyes, which were noticeably heavy with exhaustion. "Gonna rinse anytime soon it's been atleast 5 minutes?" She asked sarcastically but with a smile.

"Lean back." I cleared my throat. Shamed to be caught checking her out like that.

She listened, pulling herself further into the water and dipping her head. I rinsed all the shampoo away before telling her she could get up.

I met her with the towel, as she stood from the tub. The water cascading down her sinfully statuesque body just highlighting how absolutely mouthwatering she was.

I helped her dry off before picking her up and setting her down on the counter, so I could dry her feet and hair. She didn't say anything but I could see her surprise. I ignored it.

"Stay here." I told her before walking out of the bathroom and then into my room to change the covers on my futon. It took me all of 5 minutes to get everything fluffed up and perfect for her. When I came back into the bathroom she had styled her hair in a way I hadn't seen her wear before. I made no comment as I walked over to her and picked her up from the counter, carrying her into the room bridal style. She was being surprisingly pliant, saying nothing at all, and holding onto me as I carried her.

Gently, I laid her down on the newly fluffed comforter and pillow. "Get some rest." I told her before going into the bathroom. I couldn't face her. I didn't want to see her stupid gorgeous face twist up in surprise again.

I busied myself with emptying the tub and cleaning it out to run my own bath water. Staying inside with the door closed the whole time.

When I finally came out, she was snuggled into the bed so comfortably. Lips in a cute pout with the softest little breaths.

Fuck. I'm losing my mind.

I quickly and quietly grabbed some clothes to change into and then grabbed every article of clothing of hers. I had something to do.

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the show that made me simp for more than just the main protagonist.

what if, hypothetically, sanemi needs you to jack himself off????

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YOU.

a/n: coming back w my sanemi content w esha's ask cuz shes my gorgeous, gorgeous girl whos jst a sweetie pie

c/w: smut, handjobs, sanemi is obsessed w u lol

He can't do it.

 His palm is so rough. 

He craves the soft, warmth of your hand. How your fingertips slide and caress his delicate veins. The way your thumb wandered over his bulbous tip, as pre-gathered, and traveled across his shaft. 

He became desperate thinking about it.

It was late in the night. He felt himself stir awake, as his shaft abruptly jerked within the thin material of his boxers. Pulsing. His erection heavy and needy. His body became immensely eager. 

He glances at your sleeping physique, his cheeks heated. His chest heaved, flowing unevenly 

You looked delectable, he thought, sinking his teeth to his lower lip. Vile thoughts swiftly clouded his mind. He pondered the supple feel of your body, the sounds you'd emit as he traveled his hands over the delicate regions of your body. 

He shouldn't wake you, he reasoned. He shouldn't be so selfish. 

So he attempted to relieve himself, gently palming his hand against the rigid bulge of his boxers. He tried to recite it precisely, the way you would. 

Nevertheless, it wasn't the same. 

And he knew he couldn't bring himself back to sleep. 

So, he acted selfishly. 

Climbing himself on top of you, he gently kisses at your neck, striving to stir you awake. Heavy rushes of his breath rolled from his lips, gliding across your flesh.. 

You shortly awoke. Slowly adjusting your sight, you could feel his body's desperation. The stiff swell of his arousal pressing against you. 

He soon excuses himself as he whispers lovingly into your ear.

“I’m sorry baby– fuck.. I didn't mean to wake ya’ i’m just...”, His breath came forward shakily. “I just really need you, sweet thing.. please?”

You gaze at him wistfully. His pleas awakened you slightly. You nod subtly, as you watch Sanemi pull his eager cock from the tight confines of his briefs. It stood upright, as pearly beads of pre trailed.

You wrap your fingers around the base, prompting a desperate gasp from Sanemi's lips. You could feel him quiver and throb keenly. 

You begin to pump, your fingertips caressing the prominent veins. Your thumb skimmed along the underside of his dick. 

He shouldn't be that excited. So eager. Yet he couldn't help it. 

He struggled to contain his eager whines and groans as his body was overcome with ecstasy. He felt like a hound in heat. 

He bit his lower lip, grasping the sheets and watched your fingers glide over his tender cock. 

He loved how you caressed him. Nobody could have made him feel the way you do. 

He couldn’t pleasure himself. He could only truly feel good beneath your hands. But he didn’t care.

All he could think of was your touch, as he eagerly rocked his hips against your hand. He was driven to reach the height of pleasure. The thrill of bliss. 

“That’s it– That’s it. Fuck– I need it. I n–need it.”, He babbled, his hips ruthlessly striking against your fingertips. 

He saw stars. The Sacred Gates of Nirvana. And it was all you. 

Your touch.

Your caress. 

Your body. 

He was feeling phenomenal, his thoughts obscured with you. His body tightened, and his thighs trembled humbly. 

You were exceptional at providing him pleasure. He couldn't be more thrilled.