#shinazugawa smut

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Roommates

Roommate Sanemi x AFAB Reader

Disclaimer: the characters and events of this story are fictional.

Warnings: Listening to someone else have sex, protected sex, male masturbation using a condom, tipsy making out, making out in a car, hand job, road head, making out in an elevator, dirty talk, hickeys, breast sucking, Sanemi has a tongue piercing, cunnilingus with a tongue piercing, blow jobs, finger fucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, multiple creampies, praising, spanking, biting, spitting, spit as lube, cum as lube

A/N: My confession is that I came up with this idea mid-April and it's taken me this long to get it all out. Given the fact that this is easily my longest fic, I hope you can forgive me for such a long wait. Also I apologize but this isn’t proof-read because my brain simply cannot handle proof reading a fic this long so please forgive me for any small errors that may pop up :’)

Word Count: 26.3k

Your junior year of college you decided to switch from dorm life to off-campus apartments. You were sick of having a twin XL bed, an unbearable roommate, and no personal space. As luck would have it, you found the perfect two-bedroom apartment that was just out of your budget. Considering it was two bedrooms, it only made sense to put out a notice looking for a roommate. Especially when it would cut the cost of living since you’d split the rent with them. Naturally, it made the situation even better because you’d be saving money. After several responses and a couple meet ups, you ended up encountering a man double majoring in Math and Teaching. Rough and mean looking on the outside but honestly a sweetheart, Sanemi Shinazugawa was the perfect fit for a multitude of reasons. For one, it was nerve wracking living alone as a young woman. Having a tall, buff, scar covered man as your roommate really deterred most creeps. 

The other main reason, he was a great cook. Most mornings you’d wake up to coffee brewing and food on the counter for the both of you. He was pleasant, respectful, cleaned up after himself, and was pretty easy to hold a conversation with. He was also a bit of a softie, telling you about his mom and siblings and how he happened to be the oldest of seven. It made sense why he seemed to be such a patient man, and why he wanted to be a teacher. Most nights you’d share the living room to study, occasionally eat dinner together, or share a few drinks. Your friend groups remained separate, which meant the few times you weren’t clogged up with school work, you’d go partying at different places and somehow always end up stumbling home at the same time. You enjoyed those drunken giggles as you raced for the bathroom before heading off to bed. You also looked forward to the conversations the morning after, when you would tell him all about the things that happened, including gossip about people he didn’t even know. 

Moments like that really tugged at your heart. It was nearly impossible for you to not gain feelings for the man. He was handsome, intimidating but kind when you got to know him and, well, he really was a great cook. You haven’t acted on your feelings, honestly, you didn’t think you ever would. You didn’t want to risk the good thing you had going, finding a new roommate would be hell if everything went south. Plus you would have to pay rent you couldn’t afford until you could put someone else in his place. None of it was ideal so, you kept quiet, watching him from a short distance and fantasizing what it would be like if he threw you up on the counter and fucked you stupid. Yeah, you were way too deep now. It didn’t help that Sanemi was confident and comfortable in his body, often walking around the small place shirtless. He even liked to wear baggy gray sweats that would hang low on his hips while he cooked. Something you found extremely cliché but still hot. Even when he went out, he only had a few buttons done, his scarred chest exposed for everyone to see. 

Speaking of going out, tonight would have been a great night for it, but after midterms, you were too exhausted to celebrate. Your friends agreed to go out tomorrow night instead, so now you are spending your Friday night in bed with a new tv show on your laptop and a glass of white wine. Sanemi had told you he was going out, so don’t be alarmed if the door to the apartment opens in the middle of the night. You let your mind wander a few times, thinking about the girls that were likely throwing themselves at him. You weren’t used to feeling FOMO, but you were certainly feeling it now. Just the thought alone of some girl having the confidence to talk to him made your skin crawl. But at the same time, you figured it was utterly inevitable, he wasn’t yours to begin with so you had no right to feel envious. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but wish you had pulled yourself together and asked to tag along. But that didn’t feel right either… you felt like that was involving yourself in his life way too much. You were just roommates. 

“Just roommates…” you mumbled to yourself before taking a sip of your wine, enjoying the slightly bitter taste before swallowing. You had done everything imaginable while having the place to yourself. You took your shower with no time limit, did a face mask and skin routine, and even did your nails. You had also taken the time to enjoy yourself in ways you typically had to mute when he was home. Needless to say, despite your unwanted envious thoughts, you were rather relaxed. Now, however,  it was nearly three in the morning and Sanemi still wasn’t home. I should just go to bed. But there are only a couple sips left in the bottle… and only ten minutes left in this episode… you sighed, reaching over to your nightstand to pour the rest of the wine bottle’s contents into your cup. You settled back against your numerous pillows, refocusing your attention on your laptop screen. The scene was unfolding before you but your mind was wandering to other places. He’s been out for a long time… maybe I should text him…

You shook your head, you were in no position to be questioning his whereabouts. You were thankful your phone was sitting on your nightstand, giving you time to think and talk yourself out of any stupid texts you may have sent. You zeroed in again, this time actually holding on to the words the actors were speaking. You tilted back, downing the last bit of your glass before successfully finishing the bottle. You felt it now, your cheeks had been steadily warm over the course of the last few hours. You had taken forever to finish the bottle so your buzz never really went further, leaving you in a calm state until it began to wear off. Which is when you would pour another glass and try to forget about any unwanted thoughts. As the episode’s credits began to roll, you moved to grab the empty bottle on your nightstand and bring it out to the kitchen. As you moved to stand, you heard the familiar jingle of keys slotting into the front door. 

About time, I was getting worried. You would have to wait for Sanemi to get himself situated and in his bedroom before bringing the empty bottle out, finding it just a bit embarrassing that you spent your Friday night alone in bed. You set the glass on your nightstand beside the bottle, getting up to stretch your limbs and find something more comfortable to wear to bed. Your current outfit was too warm for the wine buzz you had going on. Finally, after a moment of struggle, the front door opened. He must have had a bit too much to drink. Or so you assumed, busying yourself in your dresser as you searched for a particular matching tank top and shorts. It wasn’t until you heard a lot of fumbling that you refocused your attention on whatever your drunk roommate was doing in the living room. What the fuck is going on? 

You questioned if you should go out there and see if he was alright, pausing your rummaging to really listen in. It wasn’t until the commotion grew closer to your door that you realized two very important things. The first thing was… he wasn’t alone. The second is… It was a girl. No fucking way… Your face felt as if someone had lit it on fire, the shock mixing with your buzz was enough to make you feel like you needed a cold shower. Clothes forgotten, you moved over to your door, pressing your ear against it to hear better. The fumbling you had heard seemed to be because she couldn’t keep his hands off of him. I can’t say I blame her… No real words were being spoken, rather it seemed like you were listening in on an intense make-out session paired with clothes being discarded in the hallway. Must be nice, what a lucky bitch.

You moved away from the door, guilt prickling the back of your mind as you tried to go back to your original task. I’ll change and put earbuds in… the wine bottle can wait till morning to be discarded. You jumped slightly as Sanemi’s room door flew open. They’re going to kill each other… or worse damage the damn apartment. My security deposit… you audibly whined at the thought, not feeling quite accomplished as you found the clothes you had been looking for. You began to strip, shamelessly listening in on whatever activity was happening beyond your bedroom wall. From the muffled sounds, you assumed they were making out on his bed. You felt relief in the lighter clothing, not as suffocated by your body heat. However, it did nothing to stop the tingling arousal building in your gut. You swallowed, discarding the other clothing in your hamper as you moved to clear off your bed. 

Something was keeping you from putting in your earbuds. The logical part of your brain was screaming to give Sanemi and the girl some privacy. The horny part of your brain was telling you to listen, see just how good he was in bed. How filthy… despite scolding yourself, you threw yourself down on your bed without your earbuds in. Nothing but silence rang in your ears, saved for the muffled noises next door. With nothing else to distract you, you focused on every noise coming from Sanemi’s bedroom. It seemed like an eternity but you finally heard the girl begin to moan. “You’re so good at that…fuck…” she drawled, when Sanemi didn’t respond, you assumed it was because his head was between her legs. Just rub it in a little more… you rolled your eyes, suddenly annoyed that you were even listening in the first place. 

The girl’s moans grew in tempo, muffled suddenly, likely by a hand over her mouth. You could tell by the sound of them that they weren’t fake nor were they being exaggerated. Christ he’s really making her moan like that… you felt a steady ache growing between your legs, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. I refuse to stoop that low… you’d never let yourself live it down if you got off to your roommate fucking someone else. “S-shit!” you flinched as she came, your suspicions of Sanemi’s head being between her legs was proven correct a moment later. “Fucking liked that, huh?” she mumbled a response you couldn’t hear, her voice muffled as they seemed to begin making out again. You eyed your earbuds, you knew what was coming next and quite frankly you weren’t sure if you would survive hearing it. 

There was a few minutes of unintelligible noises, you couldn’t quite tell what the hell was going on until you heard a slap. That slap was followed by another, then another, until it fell into a steady rhythm. God damn. You nearly choked on your own spit as she began moaning again. You continued to listen, cheeks burning red hot when you heard Sanemi begin to make noises too. You listened, hands clenching your comforter as you listened to the sounds they made. This is so wrong! You screamed at yourself, still entranced by every noise the two of them made. At the rate he was going, it sounded as if he’d break his damn bed. Her moans were wild and unrestrained until they suddenly grew muffled. “I told you I have a roommate, wake her up and I’ll kick you out before you can finish” Sanemi’s words held deadly consequences, enough to make you shiver at the very thought of him speaking to you like that. 

Her moans remained muffled, it seems she was too far gone to even comprehend what Sanemi was saying to her. So you continued to lay there in agonizing anticipation, counting down the seconds until they finished and she either went to bed or went home. The sound of skin slapping skin only grew in tempo, much to your dismay. It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it? You groaned, rolling onto your stomach as the sounds of sex filled your apartment. For what it was worth, it was probably ten minutes before you heard Sanemi’s thrusts get sloppy. I figured he’d have some stamina. You snort softly, feeling a little desensitized to the whole situation. “Fuck… fuck…” you nearly squealed at his pants, he sounded completely fucked out. Hot. You listened more intently, his hand must have slipped from her face because she was moaning loudly once more. “C’mon…fucking cum… please…” she sounded desperate. 

Can’t say I blame her. You sighed, your mind painting the lewd picture for you. The throb between your legs was still present but you were refusing to do anything about it. “Fuck…you’re so fucking tight.” You flinched a bit, that comment seemed so unusual when you weren’t horny out of your mind. “Yeah? Makes you fucking wanna cum, huh?” You weren’t sure why, but the commentary was making you laugh a bit. I must be losing my mind, or I’m sleep deprived. You concluded as Sanemi’s sudden moan sent a shiver through your body. “Fuck…fuck I’m close.” He grounded out, your body feeling tingly as you pushed yourself upwards to listen better. “Yeah? Come then, please oh my fuck…” she drawled, loud and breathless. They sounded like they were running a marathon. You’re going to wake the whole building at this point. 

“Fuck… fuck y/n…” you froze, sitting straight up in bed with wide eyes. It took your brain a second to catch up, realizing that all noise in the apartment had come to a screeching halt. “Y/n… who the fuck is y/n?” The girl practically shrieked. You couldn’t even think straight, the silence making your ears ring as their “moment” was clearly ruined. Sanemi hadn’t said a single word, yet the girl screeched again. “Don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend? Oh my fucking god are you cheating?” She continued to scream until Sanemi’s hand came up and covered her mouth. Whatever he said was too quiet for you to hear, but the girl helped you out. “Your roommate? Your fucking roommate? You’re  fucking me while thinking about your roommate?” She sounded absolutely hysterical, you couldn’t say you blamed her though. 

“It was an accident!” He sounded defensive, which you also couldn’t blame him for. You’d be mortified if you moaned the wrong name… but you couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that it had been your name. “Bull shit! This is so fucking humiliating!” You could hear shuffling, then his door opening. “Don’t ever fucking talk to me again, oh my fucking god.” She sounded livid, the ruffling sound told you she was picking up her clothes that had been scattered. “I’m sorry…” he sounded a bit defeated, likely because he hadn’t gotten the chance to finish. “What fucking ever dude! Go blow your load in your roommate since that’s clearly what you fucking wanted!” You cringed as the bathroom door slammed shut, followed by a string of curses under Sanemi’s breath. That's awkward… yet you couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face. 

You flopped back on your bed, struggling not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. He was thinking about me? While fucking her? I don’t know if I should be smug or offended. You were leaning more towards being smug. “Hey…” the bathroom door opened and Sanemi spoke again, you stopped smiling and listened. “Hey nothing, dickhead. Way to kill my fucking buzz and my orgasm. If you want to fuck your roommate so bad, grow a pair and fucking do it.” She sounded livid still, completely embarrassed that she had been used as a replacement. “I told you to keep it fucking down!” His voice was a whisper yell, you could practically hear her eye roll as she spoke again. “Fuck off.” Followed by her storming out of the apartment and slamming the door so hard the place rattled. “Fuck.” Sanemi sounded utterly defeated. 

Well… that was more than enough entertainment for tonight. You sighed, rolling onto your side, sleep tugging at your mind. You’d sleep peacefully knowing what you did now. You could only imagine how the conversation would go in the morning. Sanemi, on the other hand, was fuming at his own stupidity. “Way to go dumbass.” First girl he’d ever brought back to his “new place” and he royally fucked it up. He glanced down at himself, shame flooding his cheeks. He was still hard, the condom slick with the woman’s arousal. “Fuck.” He hissed again, moving to pick up the rest of his clothing before reentering his bedroom. There was no way he was going to sleep before dealing with the issue at hand. So, detested and embarrassed, he sat on the edge of his bed and worked himself with his own hand, hissing as he spilled into the condom. “What a fucking loser you are, Sanemi.” He spoke to himself, peeling the protection off and tossing it in the trash can beside his night table. 

The next morning you woke up with a dull headache. “Ouch.” You mumbled, making eye contact with the empty wine bottle on your bedside table. Within seconds, the memories of the night flooded your brain, a dopey grin tugging at your face as you rolled out of bed. You grabbed the wine bottle, pushing your room door open and slinking down the hallway towards the kitchen. It took you a second to realize Sanemi was already awake. “Oh.” you laughed a bit, watching as his head whipped around to look at you. “I didn’t expect to see you home.” You tease as you place the empty wine bottle on the counter. “Why is that?” You could tell he was hesitant, he didn’t know if you had heard anything that had transpired only a few hours prior. You shrug, eyeing his bare torso for a moment before opening the cabinet to find the pain relievers. “You were still out by the time I went to bed.” 

You were focused on getting a glass of water, the pill bottle in your hand. You didn’t see the way his eyes trailed over your body, his mouth feeling dry as he looked at you. “Yeah, I got in pretty late.” Sanemi murmured softly, focusing his eyes away from you to look at the coffee he was brewing. You hummed, shaking two pills into your hand. “Seems you had fun during your night home.” He teased you, eyeing the empty wine bottle. “Oh yeah, a blast.” you chuckled, tone sarcastic as you took the pain relievers for your headache. “I’m shocked you didn’t bring anyone home.” You suppressed a smirk, placing your cup in the sink as you turned to face him. “You’re such a pervert.” He laughed, hoping it hid the awkward tension creeping into his shoulders. “Me? A pervert? You wound me.” You faked a look of hurt, unable to keep up with it and cracking only a second later. “Yeah, you.” He countered back. 

“Since you’re dancing around the question, I’m gonna assume you got lucky.” You watched his ears turn a shade of red, eyes immediately darting from yours. “Oh? What’s that?” You snort, watching him toy with his coffee mug. “I wouldn't say I got lucky.” You raised an eyebrow, “bad experience?” You tried to sound sympathetic, as if you didn’t hear the whole thing go south. Sanemi nodded, pulling the carafe from the machine and dumping a generous amount of the black liquid in his cup. “Horrible.” Was all he said, moving to the fridge to grab cream. “Was she not good? Or was it something else?” You continued to pry, wondering how far you could push it until he caught onto you. “Eh, we just didn’t have chemistry.” He lied through his teeth, it seemed he wasn’t interested in learning if you knew or not. “That blows” was all you could come up with, turning to grab a mug out of the cabinet yourself.

“You know, my friends and I were going to go out tonight to celebrate midterms being over. You could always join, maybe find someone else to suit your needs.” You were being genuine, eyes focusing on the coffee you were pouring. Sanemi looked at you, glancing you over with a small sigh. “I appreciate it, but I don’t think that will help.” You merely shrugged, “if you change your mind you can let me know. I mean it’s only seven in the morning.” You chuckle, taking a seat at the small dining table with him. You both sat in silence for a bit, but you could tell there was something he wanted to ask. You knew what was clawing at the back of his mind but you chose to wait and see if he’d ask it first. “You’re telling me you didn’t hear us?” He nearly choked out, the grip on his coffee cup was nearly enough to shatter it. “Hear you?” You questioned softly, looking at him from over your coffee mug. 

“Yeah, I brought her back here… it didn’t end well and she wasn’t exactly quiet about it.” You were going to deny it but the vulnerability in his eyes had your shoulders sagging. “Fine, I didn’t want to make it awkward for you, but yeah I heard her leave. The apartment door slamming shut, I mean.” It was partially the truth, but you didn’t think you could ever let him know you heard him moan your name instead of hers. When he didn’t speak, you continued. “I kinda just figured it was your drunk ass stumbling home.” You chuckled softly, hoping to ease the tension that had been steadily growing. “And you didn’t come and check on me? How rude.” There he was, laughing softly and being a smart ass. Crisis averted for the time being it seems. “Eh I figured if you could make it into the apartment, you’d be able to get to your bed.” You laugh with him, setting your mug down. “My offer still stands, Sanemi. So just let me know.” 

You get up from the table, picking up your mug and heading to the kitchen. “I’ll think about it.” He mumbled softly, eyes glued to the expanse of skin you were showing. The shorts you were wearing could be classified as underwear, he felt his ears grow hot when he zeroed in on your ass peeking out from the bottom of them. You whirled around, beaming at him. He seemed a bit surprised, lips parting slightly as you smiled at him. “No pressure, but I’d love it if you came out with us.” You surprised yourself with how sincere you sounded, not that you weren’t serious about him joining you. Sanemi just nodded, still awestruck by your reaction. You turned and left, a smile plastered to your face as you returned to your bedroom. Sanemi sat at the table, mildly shocked that he had agreed to even think about it. But the way you looked at him… it had absolutely dumbfounded him into saying whatever would make you happy. “Fuck…” he muttered softly, hand coming up to rub his face. 

It wouldn’t be the end of the world. He thought quietly, the only issue with going out with you and your friends was the fact that you’d probably try and set him up with one of them. I’m not interested in any of her friends, I’m interested in her. He groaned, using one hand to rub his forehead. He couldn’t say no to you now, not when you smiled at him like that, not when you told him you’d love for him to join you. Suck it up, Sanemi. He grumbled to himself, there was no way he was going to disappoint you. Alone at the table, his mind wandered back to the events from a few hours ago. The girl he had brought home looked like you to an extent. Same hair color, same length, similar body type. He was cringing at his drunken, horny decision, he should have just left her alone. Especially when all he could think about was you, even when he was fucking her, all he was thinking about was you. 

Sanemi huffed, staring at the cloudy amber liquid in his cup. He was typically a black coffee guy, but you bought fancy creamers that he couldn’t resist. Now he took his coffee with a healthy amount of cream. Fuck I can’t even look at my coffee without thinking about her. He held in a laugh, amazed by how quickly you were taking over his mind. It’s not like it was the first time either, hell he wasn’t even sure when he started harboring feelings for you. Maybe it was at some point during one of the rainy weekends, the ones where you two would spend hours in the living room and order some food. Or maybe it was during one of your drunken races to the bathroom, laughing like kids doing something they shouldn’t. Perhaps it was the first time he saw you in a cocktail dress to go out with your friends, or the way you tucked your hair away when you needed to focus. Or, maybe, just maybe, he started falling for you the moment he met you. How fucking cheesy. But it was the honest truth. 

Sanemi sighed, it was too early in the morning to let you consume his every waking thought. Part of him figured he should just take a shower and go to bed again, it was Saturday after all. But the other part of him knew you’d still consume his thoughts, even his dreams if he let you. Eventually, he finished his cup and made his way to the bathroom. He needed to scrub her off of him, forget about the terrible interaction and maybe take her advice… grow a pair and act upon how he feels about you. Tonight may be the night to do it. He thought to himself, turning on the water and letting it fog up the glass. He couldn’t keep dancing around his feelings for you, especially since they were far more than just lusting after you. He wanted you to share his bed, fuck the separate rooms. He could turn your room into an office or something, anything to keep you by his side. You’re practically fucking love sick at this point. 

The rest of the day went by in a blur. A few hours before you were set to leave and meet up with your friends, Sanemi let you know that he would be joining you. Now, you sat in front of the mirror on your dresser and did your makeup, the dress you wanted to wear laid on your bed. It was brand new, never worn except the time you tried it on in store. It was a simple black cocktail dress that ended at your mid-thigh. It was pretty typical for going out but you really felt no need to stick out, so simple was usually your go-to. You finished applying mascara and smiled at your work. Again, you were also going out to get drunk so the less makeup you put on meant the less you’d have to clean up at the end of the night. “Eyeliner, mascara, a little bit of concealer and… oh!” You reached for your lip stain, applying a generous coat to your lips before setting it down. While it dried, you went and pulled your heels from your closet and set them by the foot of your bed. 

You undressed, slipping into your dress and then sliding on your heels. Once completed, you returned to your dresser and dabbed your lips with a tissue, reaching for a gloss to apply on top. “This is a lot of effort for something that won’t even last me an hour” you chuckled as you twisted the top back on the tube of lip gloss, placing it on your dresser and reaching for your phone. Your screen lit up with messages from your group chat, it seemed everyone was already on their way to the club you had decided on. You sent a message letting them know that you and Sanemi would be there probably twenty minutes after them. After a moment a new chat popped up, causing you to laugh out loud. “So if you aren’t here in twenty, you’re getting laid. Gotcha.” You sent back the eye roll emoji before clicking your phone off and shoving it in your purse. “Sanemi? You ready?” You pushed your room door, peeking down the hall to see he was already sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Been ready for twenty…minutes…” he trailed off when you made your way down the hall, the teasing smirk on his face had shifted to one of mild shock. “What? Do I have something in my hair?” You laughed softly, twirling around as if you were pretending to look for something you couldn’t see. “No! No…I uhm…” he stood, hand going to the back of his neck. “No you, you look really good.” The tips of his ears were turning pink, a smirk tugging at your own lips at the sight. “Thank you, you clean up pretty good yourself.” You were a bit shameless as your eyes trialed over him. Sanemi had gone with his typical look. A short sleeve button up, this time made it a silky black material, the top buttons undone to expose his scared chest. He paid it with a pair of black slacks, a monochrome look that contrasted well with his partially slicked back white hair. “Thanks…” he muttered softly, ears turning from pink to red. 

You smile, not wanting to make things awkward for him before you even leave the apartment. “Do you want me to drive?” You were reaching for your keys, jumping slightly when Sanemi’s hand stopped you. “Absolutely not, I’ll drive.” He reached for his own car keys instead, chuckling as you looked confused. “When you’re out with me, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He opened the door for you, “unless you wanna drive.” You smiled as he added that on, shaking your head. “No, I don’t mind if you drive, I appreciate it.” You walked past him and into the hall, trying to hide the fact that you were excited for him to drive you both. You watched him lock the door before heading for the elevator, it was silent until you got to the car, but it was comfortable silence. “Ladies first.” He chuckled softly, pulling the passenger side door open for you. “Oh, why thank you.” You laughed, getting in and smiling as he shut the door for you. What a gentleman. You smiled at the thought. 

“Alright so…” he spoke as he climbed in the drivers side, turning the key so the engine purred with life. “You’ll have to give me directions on how to get there.” He glanced over at you, eyes trailing to your exposed legs before reaching for the gear shift. “Yeah no problem.” You smiled “when we get out of the garage you’ll take a left. Then you’ll get on the highway heading north and I’ll just tell you what exit to take from there.” Sanemi nodded, pulling the car into reverse and backing out of his space. “Sounds good to me.” Music was playing softly from his radio, just enough to fill the car with ambience. “It’ll just be the two of us, three of my friends and then I think one of their boyfriends is also joining. But to be fair, after thirty minutes everyone kinda scatters on the dance floor.” You chuckle a bit. “Usually they drag me with them to find guys to dance with… but since I have you…” you shot him a look, letting those words hang in the air for a moment “I don’t have to worry about them dragging me anywhere.” You smiled, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink. 

“That’s a relief.” He muttered softly, a smile tugging at his lips while his eyes remained focused on the road. “I won’t be drinking all that much either.” He spoke softly “Since I’m carrying precious cargo, I’ll probably only have a beer or two. My tolerance is pretty high and I nearly got shit faced last night so… I’ll take it easy.” Sanemi chuckled softly, one hand resting on the wheel while the other relaxed against the center console. “Precious cargo, huh? Me? I’m flattered.” You relaxed into the seat, turning to look at Sanemi with a small laugh. “Yeah, you.” He didn’t seem flustered to say that, the smirk on his face making you blush. Your eyes lingered for a moment, watching his tongue dart out to lick his lips. That’s when you noticed something reflective. “Hold the fuck on… is that…” Sanemi glanced over at you, chuckling. “A tongue piercing? You just noticed it? I’ve had it since I moved in with you.” You looked completely flabbergasted, your whole body turning to look at him. 

“No fucking way! Sanemi Shinazugawa you’re lying.” You folded your arms, laughing at the absurdity of it, hoping it hid how excited it made you. Sanemi laughed now, wholeheartedly as he took the exit to get on the highway. “I’m not lying! I got it when I turned nineteen and I’m twenty one now. We’ve been living together for three months and you’ve never noticed I had a tongue piercing?” You were absolutely floored by this revelation. “Never! Then again I’m not usually observing your mouth.” It came out more cheeky than sarcastic, which in turn caused your face to turn warm. “Oh?” His voice seemed to drop an octave. “So you’re observing other parts of me, Hmm?” He was smirking now, eyes glued to the road while you stared at him open mouthed. “Oh you wish!” You laughed, settling back into the seat normally with your arms still crossed. “Sure I do.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, his fingers drummed along to the beat of the music coming from his radio. 

A comfortable silence fell over the car, the club itself was only a twenty minute drive so it wasn’t long before Sanemi was pulling into the already crowded parking lot. “How come I’ve never heard of this place?” Sanemi’s eyes were wide as he observed the people entering the building. “It’s pretty new.” You comment softly, texting your friends that you had arrived and would be inside in a few minutes. “That so?” He shut the car off, turning to look at you. “Yeah, which is a good thing because that means it’s all new shit.” You chuckled, you could recall a few bars and clubs you had gone to in the past that were… questionable to say the least. “I suppose you’re right.” He laughs softly, opening the door to get out. You follow suit, stepping into the cool evening with a sigh of relief. The world around you seemed to buzz with excitement, the pounding music could be heard from the parking lot. As you rounded the car, you noticed Sanemi seemed just a bit overwhelmed. 

“Is this your first time at a club?” You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Sorta? I’m used to bars honestly. I’ve only been to a club like two or three times and they definitely weren’t this… busy.” Seeing the opportunity, you moved forward and hooked your arm with his. “Well then, we’ll just have to make sure you stick close to me, yeah?” Sanemi’s brain short circuited for a moment, nodded as he let you lead him towards the building. He wasn’t quite sure what had rendered him speechless, the words you had spoken, the way you smiled at him, or maybe it was the fact that you were touching him. Better yet, it was likely all of the above. His eyes were glued to you as you walked with him, the angle giving him a perfect view of the swell of your chest. He swallowed, even though his shirt was unbuttoned he still felt suffocated. Sanemi was pulled from his thoughts as you happily waved to your friends. “We figured we’d wait for you since it’s pretty crazy already!” 

Sanemi barely listened, smiling and saying hello when you introduced him. It didn’t really matter to him anymore, not when you were so close to him. All he could think about was you. The feeling of your arm on his, the smell of your perfume, how good you looked. How was he supposed to do anything else when you had him so tightly wrapped around your finger. The thought nearly scared him. He was quiet as you all walked to get in line, his eyes remained glued to you as you chatted excitedly with your three friends and whoever’s boyfriend. You had told him, but he already forgot. “Sanemi?” You glanced up at him, watching as he blinked back into reality. “Huh? Were you talking to me?” You chuckled, noticing your friends smirk as they turned to move up in line. “No, but you were spacing out really bad. Do you get nervous in crowds?” You watched his cheeks turn a shade of pink, had he really spaced out that hard while staring at you? “W-wha.. no, no sorry…” he couldn’t think of an excuse if he tried, so you  hugged his arm a little tighter.

“I promise I won’t leave your side, so you have nothing to worry about.” You turned away before he could see the smirk creeping up your face. Before you knew it, you were being ushered inside of the dark club, the entire place was bathed in changing lights. The music was making the floor vibrate, the dance floor already flooded with people as the DJ played remixes of popular songs. You tugged Sanemi down to your level, yelling slightly “let’s go to the bar!” He nodded, allowing you to guide him through as you trailed behind your friends. He had a feeling this would probably be the last time he saw them for the rest of the night. You were leaning over the counter, yelling to the bartender what you wanted, turning to ask Sanemi what he would like. A moment later you were being handed the drinks, Sanemi pushing past you to place the money on the counter. You handed him his beer, sipping on the cocktail you had ordered for yourself. You grabbed his arm again, tugging him over to a high top table. “Crazy isn’t it?” You yelled across to him, your friends had already disappeared elsewhere. Sanemi nodded, eyes scanning his surroundings. 

“Where did your friends go?” He yelled back to you, not really caring that they had already dissolved somewhere in the crowd. “Probably already on the dance floor! It doesn’t matter though!” You laughed, already feeling a slight buzz from the strong drink, you never really had a tolerance in the first place. “Oh?” He laughed, sipping his beer “why’s that?” He continued, setting the cup down. You lean over, smiling at him “Cause I get to spend more time with you! Get your mind off of your shitty hook up.” You laughed as you straightened again, sipping more of your drink and bouncing gently to the beat of the music. Much to Sanemi’s relief, it was dark enough that you couldn’t see the way his cheeks turned a flaming red. You didn’t want to go anywhere until you finished your drink, there was no fun in dancing and spilling it everywhere. You glanced at Sanemi, noticing the way his eyes seemed to sparkle as he observed his surroundings, it was kind of cute. “I hope you don’t mind dancing!” You yelled to him, downing the rest of the cocktail with a grin. “Dancing? Me?” He still had half of his beer left, but that wasn’t going to stop you. 

“Yeah, you. Don’t tell me you came here just to stand around.” You laughed, setting your empty glass on the table before rounding it to stand next to him. “C’mon! Let loose a little.” Your hand rested on top of his, the one holding his beer cup to be exact. “You’ll have to get a couple drinks in me if you want me to let loose. And that’s not happening.” He smirked at you “Like I said, precious cargo, I need to get your pretty self home nice and safe.” You chose to ignore the pretty comment, despite the fact that it made your heart do backflips. “That’s fine, you’ll just have to get over it then and come out and dance with me sober. Everyone else is already drunk anyways, nobody is going to pay us any mind.” Liar he thought to himself, people were certainly paying you some of their mind. If one more person checked you out he was positive he was going to have a heart attack. “Not happening.” He laughed as you got closer, his heart pounding erratically as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah, sure.” You laughed, taking a step away from him. “If you’re not going to join me, you can just watch.” You turned on your heels, maneuvering through the crowd so you could descend to the dance floor. Sanemi cursed under his breath, downing the rest of his beer and following after you. Cheeky little shit. He could help but smirk, catching up to you within a few strides and grabbing your arm. “What happened to staying close to me?” His voice was against your ear, bodies too close for him to not feel the way you shivered. “Change of heart.” You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “Not that it matters now, come dance.” He couldn’t say no to you, not even if he wanted to. You moved through the crowd, closer to the middle so he’d feel a little less awkward. The song began to change as you turned to face him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders so you could lean up and whisper in his ear. “Just do whatever feels right.” He couldn’t resist, his hands finding to it waist as you began swaying to the music. 

With your guidance, he began to move too, pushing past how awkward he felt about it until all he could see was you. He wasn’t even sure how it happened, but four songs had passed and the two of you were still dancing. Your bodies bumped into each other every once in a while because of the amount of people on the floor with you. It was claustrophobic, the amount of sweaty, drunk bodies swaying and grinding to the various beats the DJ played. But at that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. Not when you seemed to be having so much fun, your hands clinging to his shirt to keep him close as you danced. Sanemi let his hands wander, holding your hips just a little tighter, daring to drag you closer to him. You felt him hesitate, as if looking for your approval. You caught on, the slight buzz from your drink giving you enough courage to close the distance for him. You could have melted on the spot, your chest pressing to his due to the extra height from your heels. “Hey…” he uttered softly, just loud enough for you to hear. 

Your faces were inches apart, “… hey” you spoke softly. You were close enough that he could hear it over the music. You stopped swaying, standing completely still as you looked each other in the eye. You knew where it was going, but you wanted him to take the initiative. Sanemi’s eyes darted from yours, eyeing your lips before looking back up at you. Nervously, his tongue poked out to wet his lips, the ball of the tongue piercing glimmered under the strobe lights. There was only one time in his life that he had ever been nervous to kiss someone and it was because it was his very first kiss ever. Then again, he hadn’t really felt much for anyone outside of flings and the rare hook up. You though? You were something different entirely. It petrified him, in every possible way. Standing still on a raving dance floor just so happens to work in his favor. You both let out noises of surprise when someone accidentally bumps into Sanemi’s back, which causes him to fall into you. 

Your noses bump as the guy yelled out a sorry before stumbling further into the crowd. You begin to laugh, adding more distance when all Sanemi wanted was to close it. While you’re distracted, his hands leave your hips to cup your face, holding you in place as he closes the distance. You gasp into the kiss, the grip you had on his shirt tightening as if he’d disappear. Your initial shock disappears after a moment, your lips parting easily for him to enter. It thrills you, feeling Sanemi’s tongue sweep into your mouth, your own tongue dancing around him until you ghost across the metal tongue piercing. You whine, you had somehow already forgotten that crucial piece of information. Sanemi heard you, his hold on your face shifting back down to your hips as he swayed with you to the music again. You were fascinated by the metal, running your tongue along it until you felt the vibrations of Sanemi’s groan. 

You parted, gasping for air as the club around you suddenly felt way too overstimulating. One look told Sanemi everything he needed to know, his hand finding your own to pull you off of the dance floor. Your roles had quickly reversed, instead of you dragging Sanemi around the club, he was dragging you out of it. The cool night air no longer offered you any release, your ears ringing at the immediate volume change. “Sanemi…” he didn’t respond until you were well into the parking lot. “Yeah?” he turned to look at you, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss. “Nothing…” You smiled, just wanting to see his face. That one smile nearly made his knees week, his head turning to fumble with his keys. Once the car clicked open, he reached for the back door, making your heart leap into your throat as he made his intentions extremely clear. You felt a wave of heat flood your body, scrambling past him with a chuckle. By the time you threw your purse into the front seat, Sanemi was clambering in behind you and slamming the door shut. 

He was on you again in seconds, the cramped backseat not helping the situation but you would take whatever you could. Your dress rode up as you spread your legs to accommodate Sanemi on top of you, his hand shooting to grab the back of your head before it hit the window. “This isn't ideal.” you laughed, watching a smile tug at his own lips as he moved to kiss you for a second time. “I know it's not ideal…” he pulled away to speak before kissing you a third time “but I need you…so bad.” his voice had dropped to a hush whisper, your body responding immediately to the desperation in his voice. “It’s fine…” you choked out, the arousal throbbing in your gut drowned out any discomfort you felt. You pulled Sanemi to you, trying to shift your body into a laying position to see if it made things a little easier. Sanemi’s lips were on yours for a fourth time, shifting his weight to rely on his elbows as his body pressed tightly to yours. You moaned softly into the kiss, his weight sending waves of arousal straight to your cunt. It took a minute but you were finally able to settle into a somewhat comfortable position. 

Your hands found their way to his hair, ruining his attempt at wrangling the typically untameable strands. He groaned, shivering at the feeling of your hands on him, his own excitement manifesting physically as it brushed along your exposed thigh. “Fuck…” you pulled away, your mind going blank the moment his erection grazed you. Saliva kept your lips connected, breath mingling with one another as you panted. “Sanemi…” You spoke softly, his eyes zeroing in on you and clinging to every word. “Yeah?” he couldn’t think straight, the urge to rip your dress right off of you and fuck you stupid in the back seat of his car was clawing it’s way to the forefront of his mind. “Take me home. Please, if we’re going to do this… I want to do it right. Take me to our home.” He was putty in your hands, heart racing at the use of our. “Of course, fuck of course…” His dick throbbed at the very thought, scrambling to get off of you and get into the front seat. You followed after him, barely bothering to fix your dress as you got into the passenger side. Sanemi turned the keys, the car coming to life a moment later. 

Your thighs were squeezing together as he pulled out of the spot and drove towards the street. “Ah, ah, pretty girl…” Without even looking at you, Sanemi’s hand found your left thigh and forced it away from the other. “You can wait till we’re home.” He glances at you before turning onto the road, your eyes are lidded with need, focusing on the way his scarred hand is squeezing the plush flesh of your thigh. “No fair…” You whined softly, your body aching with need, the feeling of his hand only sending your thoughts into a helpless spiral. Sanemi didn’t break though, as much as he wanted to. He was quickly realizing it pained him to tell you no, regardless of the circumstance. All the while, your eyes were shifting between his hand and his groin. His cock was straining against the material of his pants, the slight clench in his jaw told you he was struggling just as much as you were. “You asked for this.” He murmured softly when he felt your eyes on him still. “Yeah, I know but…” the realization that there was still twenty minutes left in the drive felt like utter torture. “But nothing.” He teased you again. 

“Sanemi…” you tried again, it was a useless battle, especially since you were the one who told him you wanted to go home. “You can survive, c’mon now, you can’t be that needy for me already.” His tone was low, dripping with sarcasm. It made your face feel warm, squirming in your seat as you crossed your arms. “Me? Needy? Look at you.” You tried to give him the same attitude but you couldn’t muster the courage. With the information you knew, you could certainly rile him up. But you decided to save that revelation for later. “Look at me? I don’t need to self reflect to know how badly I want you.” He squeezed your thigh to drive his point home, smirking as you gasped and tensed at the feeling. You felt small in comparison, as if nothing you said would make him break. So you let him tease you, his hand massaging your thigh until you could feel your arousal dampening your underwear. How embarrassing. You held back a groan, hand itching to return the favor. As you came to a red light, waiting to take the exit for the highway, your hand crept over. 

You placed your hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, holding your breath as Sanemi inhaled sharply. “So that’s how you’re gonna be, Hmm?” He hummed softly, his hand leaving your thigh to undo his pants. “By all means, have fun.” You swallowed, seeing the opportunity he was allowing you and taking it. You fished him out of his pants, holding back a groan as his cock sprang forward. “Fuck…” you nearly choked on your own saliva as you looked at the size of him. The red light was filling the car with a dim glow, along you to see the shine already coating his tip. “Sanemi… I just want to make sure.” You stared at him, adjusting yourself in your seat. “Make sure of what?” He seemed nonchalant but you could see the way his jaw was tensing, eyes training on the traffic light and practically begging it to go. “That if I do this, you won’t crash the car.” You teased him a bit, but it was also a genuine question. Sanemi smiled at that, throat bobbing as he swallowed before stealing a glance. “I’ll be fine.” That quick look sent your heart into a flurry, the light switching from red to green as if giving you the go ahead. 

Sanemi’s foot hit the gas a little harder than necessary, shooting forward and knocking you back a bit. “Yeah…” you mumbled under your breath, readjusting in your seat “you’ll be fine.” You mimicked him, nearly turning completely sideways in the passenger side seat. “I promise, if it’s too much I’ll tell you to stop.” There was pink coating his cheeks, the one hand he had on the wheel was clutching it so tightly his knuckles were turning white. “Yeah, whatever you say…” You laughed, leaning over to tentatively wrap your hand around the middle of his shaft. You didn’t believe one word he said, especially with the way he inhaled as your hand did nothing more than wrap around him. “I’ll take it easy on you.” You leaned forward, unable to see the way Sanemi’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. He had assumed it would be nothing more than a handjob to tease him until the two of you arrived home. He felt his heart leap into his throat as your head lowered to his lap. “Oh fuck…” he swallowed, eyes flickering down to you before refocusing on the road. Your tongue glided along the head of his cock, a small moan escaping your lips as Sanemi’s other hand settled on top of your head. 

You felt the car slow for a second time as Sanemi rolled up to a second traffic light. You took the opportunity to lower your head further, taking in more of his cock. “Shit…” he hissed, eyes trained on the back of your head as you lavished him with your tongue. The light was quicker than he had wanted it to be, once again he stepped on the gas, holding his breath as he took the exit to get on the highway. You steadied yourself, the position a bit uncomfortable considering you were leaning over the center console to suck him off. You dared to go lower, taking in half of him before pulling back up. It took you a minute but you found a rhythm that felt good for you, listening intently to his quiet gasps over the sound of the wind hitting the car. You couldn’t see it, but Sanemi was pushing eighty-five miles an hour as he flew down the highway. His brain was going just as fast as the car, unable to process the reality that you were going down on him. Never mind the fact that you were doing it as he drove. Your tongue continued to lick along the head of his cock, pulling way to lick further down his shaft before returning to the top. 

Carefully you pulled away all together, leaving him gasping as you settled back into your seat. “You didn’t think I was going to be that generous right?” you smirked at him, wiping the saliva from your lips as you did. Sanemi was a bit stunned, though he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Laughter bubbled in his throat, his free hand haphazardly tucking his still hard cock away. “No, I actually didn't. Though that just means I need to make things even.” His hand returned to your thigh, kneading the flesh as he continued to floor it down the highway. You swallowed, thighs parting a little further as you counted down the seconds until you were home. The alcohol was still lingering in your system, your nerves seemingly set on fire as your body ached for him. You wanted to give him more, you couldn’t wait to give him more. So far, your roommate was surpassing your expectations. Not when your wildest wet dream could compare to the things you were feeling now. Sanemi himself was nothing like the Sanemi you fantasized about, he was far better. That realization had you squirming in your seat, the silver ball tongue piercing lingering in your mind as you thought about what it would feel like. 

“I have to ask…” you sighed softly, you were maybe ten minutes away now. Sanemi glanced at you quickly before looking at the road again, he said nothing, waiting for you to continue. “Does the tongue piercing make you better at giving head?” You laughed a bit but the question was serious. Sanemi smiled, a look of pure cockiness on his face. “So I’ve been told, I’ve even considered buying one of those stupid vibrating tongue piercings but I haven’t really had a reason to do so.” His cock was throbbing as he spoke, he certainly had a reason now to buy such a lewd item. The very thought of using a vibrating tongue ring on you had precum dampen his briefs. “You’ll have to show me your skills, maybe you’ll have to eat me out twice to show me the difference with and without.” You usually would have choked on your words saying something like that, but the way Sanemi’s lips parted in surprise made you glad you said it. “So you want me to go down on you? Why don’t you amuse me and tell me all the things you want your beloved roommate to do to you, hmm?” You felt your face grow warm, the grip he had on your thigh grew tight. 

“Well, for starters, I would love for my beloved roommate to go down on me.” You sighed, still thinking about what it would be like. “I would also love for my roommate to fuck me stupid, specifically in his bed.” You felt no shame or embarrassment confessing what you wanted, the way Sanemi’s nails dug into your flesh told you he enjoyed every word you spoke. “Specifically my bed? Why is that?” He wasn’t sure why that stirred something in him, he already had every intention of taking you to his room when you finally got back. But hearing you utter those words had him feeling possessive. “I don’t really know…just like the idea. Your bed always looked comfy to me, and your room always smells nice.” What you wanted to say is that it smelt like him. His grip on your thigh had loosened just a bit when he figured he was leaving nail indents in your skin. Instead, Sanemi moved to massage the flesh as he took the exit off of the highway. You were nearly home, his mind was practically turning to mush as the anticipation grew even heavier. “What else?” 

His voice was growing hoarse, he had never wanted to fuck someone as badly as he wanted to fuck you in that very moment. “I want to finish what I started of course.” You glanced at him and then down to his lap, a smile on your lips as he inhaled deeply. “Yeah? Sounds like we’re going to have a long night.” You sighed, fidgeting a bit as your apartment building finally came in view. “We better, I got all dressed up just for you to drag me out of the club.” You laughed as he turned to look at you, the look was of pure disbelief. “By all means I can take you back.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, he wouldn’t let you go out of arm's reach at this point. “No way, I’d kick your ass.” Your hand shot down to grab his wrist, gently pulling him off your thigh. You could see his visible confusion as he watched the road, unsure of what you were doing. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his, smiling at the fact that he let you do it so easily. You brought his hand upwards, gently placing a kiss to the back of it. Sanemi inhaled, eyes itching to look at you but he needed to focus as he turned into the parking garage. 

You continued to place kisses on his scarred hand, kissing your way over his knuckles and up each finger. You watched as Sanemi pulled into the garage, mildly impressed that he was able to take the sharp turns with only one hand on the wheel. Your body felt as if it had been shocked with electricity as he pulled into his assigned space. You let go of his hand even though you didn’t want to, opening the car door to get out before he had even turned the vehicle off. You were too eager to speak, marching your way towards the elevator as Sanemi scrambled to follow you. “Excited?” He laughed, as if he wasn’t chasing after you with long strides. “Of course I am.” You shot him a wink as you hit the button, the elevator doors opening slowly. Once you both stepped in, all bets were off. You gasped as his hands found your waist again, pulling you to his chest so he could crush his lips against yours. “The camera…” you pulled away as you began to ascend, Sanemi couldn’t care less that this would be caught on surveillance. So he kissed you again, making his point clear as you gave in and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

It wasn’t long before the doors opened and you had to part again reluctantly, this time Sanemi was grabbing your hand and tugging you down the hall. His free hand was fumbling with his pocket, pulling out his keeps as you reached the door. You watched the key slot into the lock with bated breath, your knees nearly giving out as the door swung open and you both stumbled inside. You didn’t get a chance to properly shut the door, Sanemi was pressing you against it and effectively slamming it shut in the process. You didn’t get a chance to complain either because Sanemi was nearly suffocating you as his lips crashed to yours again. This time it was fully unrestrained, his hands pushing your dress upwards while your hands tugged at his top. The kiss turned into a messy clash of teeth and tongue until he was pulled away to bury his face in your neck instead. You gasped, the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin making you shiver as his hands trailed up your side to start tugging your dress down from the top instead. “You’re going to destroy my d-dress…” You choked as his teeth sunk into your skin. 

He only groaned in response, tongue licking along the teeth indents he had left behind. “Yeah whatever, I’ll buy you a new one.” He seemed fully unbothered, head dipping low again to suck along your jaw. Your heart was beating in your throat, hands finding their home in the hair you disturbed earlier when kissing him. “S-shit…” You sighed as Sanemi’s tongue licked along your jaw before returning to your neck. His hand gripped the top of your dress again, yanking it down harshly until you heard the zipper tear. “Sanemi!” you didn’t quite care at that moment but you knew it would bother you in the morning. “I said I’d buy you another one. Fuck I’ll buy you as many dresses as you want if it means I can tear them off of you.” He returned to leaving hickeys on your neck, not stopping until purple bruises littered your skin. You squealed as your dress was pushed down further, your breasts finally freed from their confines. Sanemi took a second to admire before attaching his lips to your nipple. A loud moan escaped you, eyes wide as you felt him suck and lick the sensitive skin. The moment the ball of his tongue piercing glided along your breast you knew you were done for, your eyes nearly rolling back as your mind went wild. 

He continued to run his tongue along your skin, flicking your nipple strategically with his tongue piercing every few goes. You could feel your knees going weak, you couldn’t support your body weight much longer if he was going to tease you like this. Sanemi seemed to realize, pulling away from your breast with a soft pop, a string of saliva keeping his mouth and your breast connected. He said nothing, rather he smirked at you, reaching down to hook his arm around your waist and haul you up and over his shoulder. “Sanemi!” you practically shrieked, you knew he was strong but you didn’t think he was that strong. You could feel his laughter, his shoulder digging into your stomach as his free hand came up to land a swift smack on your dress-clad ass. A string of profanities left your lips as Sanemi pushed his room door open, your ass cheek was stinging from the impact of his spank. “Colorful words you got there.” He snorted as he dropped you onto his bed, watching you bounce a little before settling. “Oh whatever.” your face was warm, eyes struggling to meet his. Sanemi’s head tilted, admiring how you looked. Half naked, breasts exposed and wet with his saliva. Pretty bruises littering your neck, your lips swollen from his kisses, your hair tousled from all the movement. To him, you had never looked better. 

Sanemi sighed, undoing the rest of the buttons that you had nearly ripped off, tossing the shirt to the ground and smiling as it caught your attention. “So…” he began, taking a step towards the side of his bed before leaning forward. He braced his arms on either side of your hips, the mattress dipping further under his added weight. “What do you want first? Continue where we left off… or let me get a taste…” His forehead was nearly touching yours, breath mingling as he waited for your response. “It’s your turn…” You spread your thighs a little further, hand reaching for his shoulder as you motioned for him to get on his knees before you. Sanemi huffed out a laugh “it’s hard for me to say no when you look at me like that.” His knees hit the ground with a soft thump, his hands sliding up your thighs and forcing a shiver out of you. “Do I have your permission to take this dress off of you?” His head tilts, waiting for your answer. “A-absolutely you do…”  you lifted your hips, helping him tug the material off you and drop it off to the side. Sanemi took a minute, drinking in the sight of your bare skin. He was staring at you as if he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. “So…” your voice was soft, anticipation killing you. 

“Sorry.” his face turned red, his hands grabbing for the waistband of your panties. “You’re so beautiful.” He couldn’t look at you as he said it, if he did he was convinced his heart would implode on the spot. “So are you.” You lifted your hips for him a second time, allowing him to take the last piece of clothing you had on, off of you. “Don’t flatter me.” his tone was teasing, eyes taking on a different look as your cunt was exposed to him. No further words were spoken as Sanemi coaxed your legs open further. You braced yourself on your elbows, legs dangling off the side of the bed as Sanemi slowly moved to kiss your thighs. The shine from his tongue piercing glimmered in the moonlight leaking through his window, sending shockwaves of arousal through you as his hands moved to hold your hips. His hair tickled your thigh as he licked fat stripes up your skin, avoiding the place you wanted him most just to tease you a little further. You watched him with bated breath, whining softly as his breath fanned over you before pulling away. “Sanemi… please.” You had waited far too long for him to tease you like this. Sanemi huffed out another laugh, the persistent twitch in his pants was making him impatient as well. 

He stopped teasing you, his hands finding their way to your thighs again as he lowered his head. Your body tensed as the flat of his tongue licked along your folds. The metal ball of his tongue piercing was more prominent than you thought it would be, even though it was as warm as the rest of him, you felt it. “Oh…” you gasped, head falling backwards. You were torn between keeping yourself propped up so you could watch and just laying back to enjoy it. Sanemi’s tongue continued to lap at your cunt, purposely avoiding the place you wanted him the absolute most. “Sanemi please…” You were aching for him to pay attention to your clit, but the small smirk that tugged on his lips as he nipped at your inner thigh told you this was payback. “Sanemi please! I said I would finish what I started in the car… stop teasing me…” Your hips wiggled, thrusting upwards as if you could force him to eat you out the way you wanted. One movement and he had stilled you completely, his hand splaying across your abdomen and pushing you back to the mattress. “Relax.” His tone held authority, making you feel rather pathetic for squirming in the first place. “Sorry…” you settled again, eyes struggling to hold contact with him. “Good girl.” 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, Sanemi’s head dipping down again to eat you out with a little more fervor. He ran the ball of his tongue piercing along your lips, leaving a shining trail of saliva in its wake. A quiet whine slipped past your lips, hand fisting in his comforter as you tried not to seem too impatient. He caught on of course, finding it impossible to hold off any longer. As much as he wanted to take his time, he was far too excited to keep holding off. A loud gasp slipped past your lips as his tongue flicked across your clit, the metal ball hitting it the second time. “Oh fuck…” The feeling of his tongue piercing very different, each pass over your clit made your thighs tense. Sanemi’s mouth moved to wrap around the pulsing nerve, sucking harshly while swiping his tongue repeatedly. The motion had your arms giving out, falling flat on the bed as you moaned completely unrestrained. Sanemi continued, one hand still pressing down on your abdomen as he used the other to place one leg over his shoulder. He quickly switched, placing his other hand on your abdomen so he could grab your other leg and throw it over his shoulder as well.

 This way, you couldn’t close your legs if you wanted to and now he had the ability to do what he did next. Your entire body tensed as two fingers slipped inside of your already wet cunt, curling perfectly before uncurling again to thrust sloppily. “S-sanemi!” You choked out his name, the sudden intensity making your eyes water as he fucked you with his fingers and tongue. As quickly as he gave in, he stopped, pulling away just enough to gasp for air. You whined, glancing down at him to see his lips and chin covered in a mixture of saliva and your arousal. “Sanemi.” All you could utter was his name at this point, no other words would come to mind unless it was to beg him to keep going. “You didn’t think I was going to be that generous, did you?” He used your own line against you, smirking as your head fell back with a groan. “L-let me make it up to you. I-I’ll finish what I started but you have to do the same.” Your previous confidence had flown out the window, your mind too cloudy to think of anything else but his tongue. “Oh, I see what you mean.” Sanemi’s hand left your cunt, moving to hold your legs and caress them softly. “How about this?” He moved your legs off of his shoulders, the position itself had made your stomach do backflips so you were a bit sad it was already over. 

You watched him straighten, standing at his full height so he could take off his pants and boxers. “Sit up, move further in.” he motioned for you to move towards the center of his bed, your heart rate spiking significantly when you realized he really had caught on to what you were implying. Within seconds, Sanemi was as bare as you, giving you a moment to admire him in his entirety before he crawled onto the bed with you. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over to kiss him, shivering as his hands found your hips and held you as he lowered himself into a lying position. You pulled away, lips slick with saliva as you looked down on him. “I think you know what to do… or do you want me to explain.” The look in his eyes was a teasing one, tongue sliding out to lick your saliva from his lips. “I got it.” You rolled your eyes, turning away before he saw you smile. “Alright then, show me.” It was a little awkward at first but you positioned yourself with your thighs on either side of his head, your cunt hovering just inches above your face. “Let me know when.” your voice was hoarse, Sanemi’s hands found their way to your hips again and pulled you down. You squealed as he forced nearly all of your weight on his face, until it felt like you would suffocate him. 

“A-are you sure that's not too much?” You moaned as his tongue immediately found its way to your entrance, taking that as a yes, you leaned forward to wrap your hand around his aching cock. You gave him a few deliberately slow pumps before lowering your mouth. Your lips suctioned around his tip for the second time that night, tongue lapping at the bitter precum still oozing from him. You could feel him pulsate as you used one hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t fit, drool seeping down his length to act as lube. You took a chance, your free hand coming down to hold his balls. The reaction you got was a loud groan vibrating your cunt, Sanemi’s tongue working even harder as your orgasm suddenly began to build in your gut. You massaged him gently, tongue licking up the underside of his shaft while you shamelessly fondled his balls. The intensity building in your gut was enough to have your hips jerking away from Sanemi’s face, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to take even more of his length. A loud yelp left you as Sanemi’s hands found your hips and forced them right back down on his face. The ball of his tongue piercing slid across your clit again before dipping into your entrance. You nearly pulled off of him, fully overwhelmed by pleasure, but you managed to stop yourself. 

You continued to pump what you couldn’t fit, head bobbing in rhythm with your fist. Groans continued to vibrate your cunt, your hand still massaging the sensitive flesh. You never really knew what to do with them, but the way Sanemi was groaning told you that you were doing something right. The grip Sanemi had on your hips tightened significantly, his cock pulsating against your tongue. Strangled noises left your lips as your orgasm continued to build, the way his balls tightened in your grasp told you he was going to reach his climax at any second. You squirmed, your pace growing erratic as your hips grind down on Sanemi’s face. He encourages you, hand pushing and pulling your hips at a faster pace, finding the way your cunt ground on his tongue to be utterly exhilarating. Before you could process it, your hips were stuttering to a halt, your eyes watering as your orgasm snuck up on you. You spilled all over his tongue, a gush of warmth making your face turn hot as you struggled to continue sucking him off. Luckily for you, coming on his face was enough to send Sanemi over the edge as well, groaning loudly as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed what you could, the rest dribbling down your chin as you rolled off of him and to the mattress below. 

You were gasping for breath, staring at the ceiling as you blinked stars from your vision. You didn’t get a chance to say anything before Sanemi was sitting up and maneuvering himself to hover over you. “I’m not done with you yet.” He looked unbearably good with his hair a mess, lips swollen and shining, his pupils dilated. You reached for his face, pulling him down to crash your lips together in a sloppy kiss. His hands roamed your body, one of them moving to slip between your thighs and finger your already sensitive cunt. “F-fuck…” you pulled away, only given a second to breath before his lips were on you again. The kiss tasted of arousal, your own mixing with his, it was almost intoxicating. Paired with the way Sanemi’s fingers curled inside of you, the remnants of your first orgasm prickled in your gut. You whined into the kiss, nails dragging along his shoulders as soft squelches filled the room. “You’re so fucking beautful.” Sanemi is heaving as he parts from you, he looks completely fucked out as he looks down to watch his fingers disappear and reapper from your greedy cunt. “You can take it, right? You still got some energy, yeah?” his cock was still achingly hard. 

“Y-yeah…fuck…please just… don’t make me wait any longer, Sanemi…” He kissed you again, this time it was full of passion as he moved to crawl over you rather than lay beside you. He pulled away, looking down at you with parted lips before realizing something. “Wait, fuck we need a condom.” As he began to get off of you, your hand shot forward to stop him.”n-no we don’t… we don’t need it.” Your hands shook as you held onto his bicep, your eyes pleading with him. “We don’t need it?” He questioned, a bit shocked at what you were saying. “No…I’m clean.” You seemed to be ignoring the fact that he could easily get you pregnant. “So am I… I’ve only ever used condoms and…” he didn’t even get to fuck the girl from the night before so there was really no risk of fucking you raw. Maybe it was the lust fogging his mind and ruining his judgment, or maybe it was the sheer thrill of getting to feel you for the first time completely bare, but he agreed, choosing to forgo the condom and crawl back over you. “Are you sure?” his tone was hushed, one hand bracing himself while the other moved down to grab himself. You nodded, moving your legs to wrap around his waist so he could position himself. “Positive…just come on… Sanemi I need you, so bad.” He was a goner the moment you said that, any hesitation fleeing his body as you begged him. “Okay…okay…” he hushed you, leaning down to kiss you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as you felt the dull head of his cock drag up and down your folds. You fumbled around a bit each time the metal ball of his piercing grazed your tongue, your hips jerking upwards to try and move him along. He was still teasing you, despite his own desperation to be inside of you. You pulled away, eyes closing as Sanemi’s tongue ran along your jaw. “Sa..Sanemi please…” you moaned at the pressure of his cock head pressing to your entrance. “Okay… okay… so impatient baby just relax…” You shivered at the nickname, something so simple made your body feel like it had been jolted with electricity. After another minute of your breathy whines, Sanemi gave in, steadying himself as he pressed his hips further into you. You both let out shaky gasps as his head pushed in, your walls immediately suctioning to the intrusion yet welcoming him at the same time. You watched Sanemi’s head look down, his hair tickling your face as he watched himself disappear inside of you inch by inch. “S-sanemi…” you choked out again, his head moving to look up at you with blown out pupils. “Yeah?” hoarse and desperate, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of you looking at him like that. “Faster, please…” he hadn’t even bottomed out yet, a smile tugged at his lips. “God you’re so desperate, you want me so bad that it’s still not enough even when you have me.” You nodded, hands clinging to shoulders as you looked up at him. “I can’t argue with that…'' you whined as his hips met yours, his cock fully sheathed inside of your cunt. You clenched involuntarily, watching the smug smirk on his face disappear as a low moan slipped past his lips. You both stayed still, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. “You're j-just as bad.” you choked out, hips growing restless as you waited for him to gain his composure and move. The hand Sanemi had used to guide himself in was now moving to grab the back of your leg. You watched him curiously, letting him move your body into whatever position he pleased. A whine slipped past your lips as he shifted his weight into his knees, the movement pulling him out a bit before quickly pushing back. He was silent, forehead creased in concentration as he got both of your legs up over his shoulders. Sanemi inhaled deeply “This okay?” You nodded quickly, your body aching for some sort of relief as he purposely kept himself buried in you. “Y-yeah but you’re driving me insane… Sanemi please move…” Tears pricked your eyes, moaning loudly as his hips drew back half way before slamming back in. 

Sanemi’s eyes squeezed shut, groaning as his cock dragged along your walls. It took a few thrusts but Sanemi found his rhythm, your moans encouraging him, pairing well with the sound of your skin slapping together each time he buried himself balls deep. Your entire body jiggled with the force of his thrusts, your head tilting back as he fucked you in earnest, babbling sweet praises to you each time his hips drew back. You couldn’t catch your breath, each thrust dragged across a particular spot, one that had you seeing stars. Your vision blurry as tears leaked down your cheeks, the pressure in your gut building but not enough to make you cum. Your hand shakily tried to move down, aiming to rub your clit and bring you to your climax but Sanemi stopped you. “N-not until I say so…” he huffed out, sweat dripping down his temple as he pressed your legs further against your chest with his body. “I’ll tell you w-when…” he groaned, your walls clamping down around him as you sobbed. He would be concerned if it weren’t for the guttural moans falling out of you with each drag of his cock, you were nearly fucked stupid at this point and he was enjoying every second of it. “You-You’re so fucking hot…” he grounded out, the throb in his dick only increased with each thrust, he needed to make sure he pulled out but the way your pussy clung to him was almost too much to fight against. 

You responded with incoherent babbling, profanities and his name were the only intelligible words he could make out every so often. Sanemi switched his pace, rolling into you slowly until you were gasping for air, “S-Sanemi!” your hands gripped his shoulders, looking up at him with wide and desperate eyes. “Hmm?” he smirked down at you, each roll of his hips had him bumping your clit. “F-fuck…” he adored teasing you, the way your nails raked his skin as he tried to calm himself down. It was the only reason he changed his pace, he didn’t want this to end just yet, edging himself and you until he was absolutely desperate. “Yeah? Tell me how good I am, tell me how good I am at fucking you.” You choked, throat feeling dry as your restless hips tried to speed up his movements. “I don’t think so, pretty girl.” Sanemi drew out of you all together, ignoring your pleading as he moved to place both of your legs on one shoulder. He hugged them together with one arm, effectively immobilizing your restless body. “I’m not giving you what you want until you tell me…” He cooed softly, hand reaching down to wipe the tears leaking down your cheeks. You caught your breath, your cunt throbbing from the lack of contact when you had been so close to coming again. 

“You’re so mean…” You hiccuped, acting as if he hadn’t given you everything you had wanted thus far. “Mean? Me?” he cooed softly, leaning over you a bit. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m not doing anything until you tell me how good I’m doing.” he repeated, tongue sticking out a bit as he smiled, biting down softly so you could see the underside of the tongue piercing. “Y-You’re doing good…” you whined, hands fidgeting as you couldn’t figure out where to place them. “Mmm? You can do better than that, tell me in detail.” The tip of his cock dragged along your folds, further driving you towards insanity at his sudden need to edge you. You squirmed, mouth feeling dry as you tried to conjure up a response that would please him. Your brain felt like mush though, face flooding with heat as you began to speak. Y-you’re fucking me so good, b-best I’ve ever had…” Sanemi smirked, his fingers thrumming along your calf. “Keep going, I know you have more to say.” His free hand was still dragging his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick heat. “Sanemi… come on…” you whined, chest rising and falling rapidly each time he passed over your clit. You were sensitive enough that you were convinced you could cum just from that. 

“Ah Ah, Sanemi nothing. Tell me how good my cock feels, my tongue, my fingers. I know you have a lot to say, you’re just being stubborn.” His eyes scanned over your face, the urge to kiss you was clawing at the back of his mind but the position didn’t allow him any room for that kind of movement. “Fuck! Y-you’re gonna make me cum if you…” Sanemi’s ears perked up, a smirk tugging at his lips as he continued to drag himself along your pussy. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum again just from this? All the more reason to tell me, baby.” You felt like you couldn’t breath, your orgasm building and tingling in your gut as you struggled to form coherent thoughts. “...ood…good… so fucking good your tongue is amazing. A-and your cock is-is better than I ever imagined it would be… so much better…” That caught his attention, swallowing thickly as he asked you to clarify. “Than you ever imagined? So… you’ve imagined me fucking you before?” He seemed to turn breathless, mouth hanging open just a bit as he watched your face contort. You were going to cum just from this, it was driving him wild. “Y-yes! Fuck I imagined you fucking me stupid all the t-time…” your hands fisted the sheets below you, pulling them taught as your walls clenched around nothing at all. “More…tell me more…” he needed to hear it. 

“O-oh fuck…” you were nearly there. “Those mornings… fuck those mornings where i’d find you in the kitchen sh-shirtless… you fucking tease…” Your head fell back, gasping for air before you continued. “A-all I could think about was y-you bending me over the fucking counter and fucking me stupid…” Your orgasm was within reach, each sinful drag of his cock over your pulsating clit had you seeing stars. Your words seemed to do something to him, a loud moan ripping from your throat as he plunged back inside of you. Your orgasm rippled through you, walls twitching around him as you pathetically gripped him like a vice. It fizzled out far too soon, the lack of contact with your clit ending it almost prematurely. That didn’t stop the pleasure coursing through your body as Sanemi started right out of the gate with a brutal pace. “S_san-emi…” You wailed, nearly ripping his sheets as you tried to find some sort of stable grounding. “P-perfect… you’re so fucking perfect… with such a filthy fucking mind… Do you know how many times I got off thinking about you? Your beloved roommate is a perv…” he huffed out a laugh, looking at you with lidded eyes. “But it looks like my beloved roommate is just… as bad…” he groaned. 

You wailed, eyes squeezing shut as his hips continued to ram his cock into you. His words did nothing but encourage your pleasure, the mild overstimulation had melted into pleasure. You could barely think straight but that didn’t stop you from feeling the persistent twitch of his cock, he was going to cum soon. You clenched around him, trying to tease him back and push him towards the edge, sweat dripped down his temple as he looked at you. “Naughty girl… you want me…my cum hmm?” his voice was hoarse, the strength in his teasing was dying out as his own release built. You nodded shamelessly, “p-please Sanemi…Nemi please…” The quiet nickname nearly did him in, hips stuttering for a moment before he found his pace again. “You want my cum? You want me to fill you up? Stuff you full…” the desire to spill inside of you was all too tempting, regardless of the potential consequences for doing so. He wouldn’t let himself get caught up in that daydream just yet, not when you were so pliant, not when you were so easily letting him have you however he pleased. His grip on your legs tightened, keeping you positioned with them both over one of his shoulders. This angle allowed him to watch the way your thigh and ass jiggled with the impact of each thrust. 

“Y-yes…yes…fuck… please.” you babbled out, drool nearly slipping past the corner of your lip. Sanemi knew he was done for, the way you were looking at him was enough to make him melt. He’d never be able to deny you of anything you wanted, especially when you were looking at him like that. Caught up in his own emotions, his hips stuttered into a halt as his orgasm ripped through him. He moaned, completely unrestrained as his head fell forward with his eyes squeezed shut. His release spurted into you, making you whine as he pathetically thrusted into you with a shaky roll of his hips. The room fell silent, nothing but his panting mixed with your own, filling the quiet space. It took a few moments before either of you were ready to speak, your body feeling a bit sore. “Fuck…” Sanemi huffed out a breathless laugh, pulling out of you slowly. He watched for a moment as his cum leaked out of your abused entrance. He had to force himself to look away, setting your legs down gently. “Fuck.” you repeated him, a lazy grin on your face as you stretched, grimacing just a bit as you felt his release smear on your thighs. 

Sanemi fell backwards, sprawling out on his mattress with one of his pillows beneath his head. You sat up, eyes shamelessly roaming over him and the content smile on his face. You thought about it for a moment before crawling over him. Sanemi watched you with an amused stare, your weight settling on him perfectly. Your thighs rested on either side of his hips, knees making the mattress dip as you laid forward and squished your chest to his. Your hands came up to hold his jaw, lazily kissing along his sweaty skin. Sanemi let you do as you pleased, hands coming down to hold your waist as you showered him in affection. “I meant every word I…tried to say.” you laughed softly, kissing his neck one last time before looking at him. “Mmm, I’m glad… I meant every word I said too, you know.” one hand left your waist to push your hair out of the way, the hair he had messed up while fucking you. It gave him satisfaction for some reason. You smiled, hands trialing from his face to his chest as you carefully pushed yourself into a sitting position. “Do you trust me, Sanemi?” That question had him looking at you with hesitation. 

“Well, let’s see. You convinced me to fuck you with no condom, and you convinced me to creampie you…” he laughed as you playfully hit his chest. “I also live with you, I don’t lock my door at night…so I think…” he trailed off, fingers dancing along the skin on your thighs as he held you. “... I think it’s safe to say I do, in fact, trust you.” You laughed, rolling your eyes a bit “You’re such a drama queen.” Sanemi smiled up at you, the moonlight hitting you perfectly. Your smile seemed to shine, making his heart flutter. “Maybe I am, but I gave you my answer. It’s only right if you tell me why you asked.” Your fingers traced shapes on his chest as you looked at him through your lashes. “Well… I’m in the mood for more.”  You started tentatively, gauging his reaction as you spoke. You nearly shivered at the way his eyes changed, quickly adapting a more sultry look. “That so? You’re still hungry for more?” his heart could explode on the spot, his dick immediately twitching to life again. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” That statement alone had Sanemi’s cheeks turning a shade of red. “I can easily say the same.” You laugh softly, feeling him twitch against the swell of your ass. 

Your fingers continued to trace shapes along his chest, trailing down to his stomach and back up again. You counted the scars as you went, toned muscle flexing as you seemed to hit a ticklish spot. You kept him waiting, his hands holding your hips tightly as he waited for you to do something. “This is going to be my payback, isn’t it.” He laughed softly as you smiled, looking up at him with a mischievous look in your eyes. “Of course it is… you’ll comply, right?” of course he would, you could ask him to run naked through the street right now and he’d likely do it just to see you smile. “Kiss me.” it came out as a whisper, the look in his eyes pleading you to do it. You melted, leaning forward to kiss him slowly. It was different from any kiss you had shared that night, it was soft and sensual, as if you would devour the other whole. You began to laugh as the ball of his tongue ring clinked against your tooth. Sanemi erupted into a fit of giggles, the sound vibrating his chest. “That’s the first time that's ever happened.” You smiled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before speaking. “Oh? Glad I could be your first something.” Sanemi’s head tilted against the pillow, “You’ve been a couple of firsts for me already.” he teased with a gentle grin. 

That piqued your interest, pushing up gently until you were sitting again. His cock was still standing proudly, twitching slightly against your ass. “Please indulge me.” Sanemi laughed, hands sliding up and down your thighs slowly. “You’re the first person to make me dance at a club, the first person to give me road head, the first girl I ever fucked raw and came in…” he laughed as you slapped his chest again “You asked!” he squeezed your thighs a bit, eyes lighting up as you laughed with him. You leaned forward again, kissing him deeply for the umpteenth time. This time it was a little different, one of your hands planted firmly to Sanemi’s chest as you used the other to reach behind and grab him. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to swallow it whole as you positioned him right at your entrance. You settled back slowly, engulfing him in wet heat. You felt different to him this time, your arousal mixed with his cum making you feel even wetter than before. His nails raked your thighs as you sat down fully, chest heaving as you adjusted to him being inside of you again. You both stared at each other in silence, your hips rolling slowly. You indulge yourself for a minute, squirming as your clit dragged along his pubic bone with each slow roll of your hips. Sanemi watched you, completely entranced by your body.

“This time around…” you stopped rolling your hips, hands splaying across his abdomen as you gauged how much you could move. “...you’re going to tell me how good I’m fucking you.” with your knees digging into the mattress, you could lift your hips about half way before dropping them down again. You were satisfied with that for the time being, smiling sweetly at Sanemi as you tried to find your rhythm. He watched you closely, mouth parted slightly as you began to properly bounce on him. You couldn’t help but feel warm as his eyes shamelessly drank in the sight of your body, eyes glued to the way your breasts bounced with each drop, the way his cock disappeared and reappeared between your thighs. He wasn’t used to being at someone’s mercy, but he rather enjoyed watching you have your fun. You continued to bounce, leaning forward a bit to dip your head down and lick up his stomach. A strangled noise slipped past Sanemi’s lips as your tongue ran up his abs and towards his chest. Nobody had ever done that to him before, the look alone was enough to make his head spin. You didn’t stop there, licking your way to his chest and gliding your tongue over one nipple. All the while, your hips were still moving up and down his length. You trailed your tongue over his nipple again, enjoying the way his grip on you tightened, a shaky breath escaping him. You wanted to hear more.

You looked up at him, your lashes making your view a little blurry. But it was still enough for you to enjoy the steadily growing flush on Sanemi’s face, the way it crept up to his ears and down to his chest, not quite reaching where your tongue was circling. You could feel his heart pounding under your hand, lips suctioning to his nipple and sucking gently. Another strangled noise escaped him, a mix between a moan and a whine, it only made him flush further. Still, you ached to hear more. Your hips had grown a bit restless, your mind focused on his chest more than the drive of your hips. You tried to recenter, hips moving rhythmically again as you bit down on his nipple. Sanemi cried out, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure mixed with embarrassment. You were going to drive him crazy, the feeling of your lips suctioned to his chest had his heart nearly vibrating with the intensity it was beating. You pulled your lips away, suppressing a moan as you settled fully on him again. “So…” your fingers trialed over his nipple, slick with your saliva, you felt the urge to bite him harder. “So…” Sanemi choked out, a bit dazed by your actions. “How am I doing so far?” At this point you were cockwarming him instead of riding him, just enough to edge him but not enough for him to come. 

“Really good…you’re doing really good…” he swallowed, hips becoming a bit restless as they jerked a little beneath you. Grinning, you leaned down again, teeth sinking into the flesh of his pectoral as your hips lifted nearly all the way before slamming down on him. Sanemi moaned again, the sensations turning his brain back into mush as you lapped at the teeth marks you left around his nipple. You repeated this process with the nipple you had neglected thus far, moaning softly as you rolled your hips. You were going to drive him insane, your version of teasing was far crueler than his. Yet he loved every minute of it, completely lost in the way you were edging him. When you were satisfied with your markings, you shifted your full attention back to riding him, pulling off all together despite his complaints as you repositioned yourself. “It’ll be worth it…” you crooned, ignoring the strain in your thighs as you planted your feet firmly on either side of his hips. The best part, Sanemi was completely pliant, letting you do as you pleased with a flushed face and lazy grin. But you could tell, he was waiting for you to go too far, tease him for too long, then he’d take over. You really wanted to see what his limits were, albeit you figured you would have plenty of time after tonight to figure that out. But, you had waited too long to not try and indulge in everything now. 

You sunk back down on him, watching Sanemi’s head fall back as you took half of him. Once again, you began to bounce until you found a good rhythm. Even though your thighs burned a bit with the effort, your new position allowed you much more control over your movements. “Fucking…shit…oh fuck~” You whined just as loud as Sanemi’s words, your whole body feeling warm as you rode him with more fervor. The slick sounds emitting from your needy cunt had you whining, eyes wanting to squeeze shut but unable to. You didn’t want to miss a single second of the way Sanemi’s face contorted in pleasure. He was way more sensitive, a third orgasm in such a short time frame may be pushing him beyond his limits but god dammit you were too perfect to stop. His eyes seemed to gloss over, hands pathetically grasping at your legs as his hips bucked up unceremoniously to meet yours. “T-tell me…” You gasped out, hands falling behind you to brace yourself on his knees. “Good! Fuck you’re so per-ah-perfect.” He was turning scarlet, embarrassed by the noises you were getting out of him. “G-good…such a good boy…” you crooned, body aching with effort as you continued to fuck your self on him. Sanemi’s mind seemed to blank the moment you uttered good boy. 

Any ounce of self restraint he had flew straight out the window. Sanemi’s hips jutted upwards, earning a yelp in response as you tried to regain your balance. It didn’t work though, you went from leaning backwards to falling against his chest within seconds. “S-sanemi…” you choked out as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place as his feet found stable ground in the mattress below him. This new position left you completely at his mercy, his hips pistoning into you with new vigor. The noises you made nearly sounded animalistic, your skin recoiling with each upwards thrust of his hips. “Y-you…this was supposed to be…” you nearly wailed, your orgasm coming out of nowhere as you sprayed warm liquid all over his dick. It dripped slowly to the mattress below, effectively ruining his bedding. Not that Sanemi cared though, if anything it made him work harder. “Yeah… your turn… I’ll g-give you another chance some other time.” His jaw was clenched, your body was nearly limp against his as he continued to rut into you. It didn’t take that much longer, Sanemi thrusts grew erratic as he reached his third and final peak. He came inside again, no longer caring about the consequences when his bones felt like jelly. 

He fully relaxed a moment later, breathing heavy and unable to move. You couldn’t even find the strength to lift your head, listening intently to Sanemi’s heartbeat slowly return to normal. You stayed in that position for a while, shivering as his softened cock slipped out of you, the steady leak of his cum following it. “So…” Sanemi spoke softly, eyes feeling heavy. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt this content. “So…” you repeated, carefully lifting your head. You had moved to get off of him, despite his protests. You settled next to him, your front pressed snuggly to his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to hold you close. “We need to clean up.” he muttered softly, not only did the two of you need to clean yourselves, you needed to change his bedding. “Yeah, we do, but I can’t really feel my legs right now.” You laughed, hand resting on his chest to trace the scars that were there. Sanemi snorted, his hand playing with your hair while his arm still rested on your shoulders. “We can worry about it in a little bit.” he teased softly, heart feeling as light as air with you next to him. “Did this… make-up for your shitty experience last night?” You chewed on your lower lip, now was a better time than any to reveal your secret. 

“Ugh don’t remind me.” he cringed a bit, thinking back on the entire thing. “Well… I do have something to confess…” you started lightly, only a little worried about how he’d react. Though, it seemed Sanemi was already a step ahead of you. “You were awake, weren’t you?” he didn’t sound mad, rather he sounded curious. “I was.” you sounded a bit sheepish, continuing carefully. “I heard the whole ordeal and… well… I heard you moan my name.” You squeezed your eyes shut, even though you didn’t think he would react poorly, you were still bracing yourself for anger. “You did, huh?” Sanemi is chuckling, his hand still playing with your hair. “Is that why you had the courage to make a move?” It seems he knew you better than you thought. “Yeah, actually. It was the only reason I felt confident enough going for you… I was so scared of ruining this.” Your confession had his cheeks turning pink, a gentle smile creeping up his features. “I guess I can’t be too mad, especially since it led you right into my arms…finally.” he added softly, he wasn’t used to all this mushy stuff but with you he couldn’t seem to help it. “So, you feel the same then?” you were positive you had feelings for him, but you worried it was too soon to go on and confess you loved him. Even though it was the honest truth. 

“If that feeling is love… then yes. It’s going to sound incredibly cliche, but I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Those feelings only intensified the more I got to know you.” You looked up at him, finding a bit more strength in your limbs as you moved to kiss his cheek. “I…I love you too. It’s super cliche but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, you’ve been a thought on my mind since we met up for the first time to see if we’d be a good fit to live together.” you confessed with a grin, eyes sparkling in the moonlight that filled his room. “So we've been dancing around each other since the end of August for no reason.” Sanemi laughed in disbelief, you joined him. “I guess so.” You laughed as well, thighs shifting and making you cringe a bit. “We really need to clean up…” you could feel the sticky remnants beginning to dry. “We do.” He sounded a bit sad as he let you go, allowing you to get up and off the bed. He followed you, holding back a laugh when he realized how fucked up his comforter got. “Go take a shower, I’ll take care of this.” You pouted a bit, face warm when you looked at the damage. “Will you join me after?” You truly had no energy for anything else, but the idea of showering alone just felt so lonely. Sanemi laughed, pulling you close to place a kiss on top of your head. “Yeah, I’ll join you.” he let you go a moment later, watching as you walked out of the door and headed for the bathroom. 

Now that he was alone, he couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face. He was so happy he could start skipping, he had never been so happy to strip his bed. The comforter would need to be washed, so would his sheets, but luckily his mattress was unharmed. That being said, he wasn’t in any mood to go to the basement and do a load of laundry. “Her bed it is.” he muttered to himself, thankful that your bed was still clean and untouched. Laundry could wait for the morning, for now, you were waiting for him in the shower. You had only been standing under the warm water for a few minutes before Sanemi joined you. Neither of you had the energy to do anything other than bathe, though it was far more intimate than anything you had done that night. He was gentle with you, taking all the time he could to bathe your body. He even washed your hair for you, scrubbing your scalp with care. You returned the favor, enjoying every minute of washing his body, enjoying the way his muscles flexed. “You’re ticklish, aren't you.” he couldn’t deny it if he wanted to. You two stayed in the shower until the water began to turn cold. You stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around you as you began brushing your teeth, it was close to one in the morning at this point. Sanemi fell into rhythm beside you, brushing his teeth and while watching you in the mirror. You winked at him, putting your toothbrush away and laughing as he blushed. 

Sanemi had told you the plan before getting out of the shower, so you entered your room to find something to put on. Sanemi joined you again a few minutes later, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. “I promise this is how I typically sleep.” He laughed when you eyed in with your eyebrow cocked. You had put on an oversized tshirt and panties, no bra or anything else. You settled into bed together, curling up beside Sanemi immediately. “There is one other thing we haven’t discussed.” You started softly, head resting on his chest as you closed your eyes. “Yeah? What is it?” His hand had returned to your hair, playing with slightly damp locks. “What are we? Now, I mean.” You were giving him the option, allowing him to choose whatever he felt most comfortable with. “Well, if you’d let me… I’d love for you to be my girlfriend.” You were thankful the room was dark and that your face was on his chest so he couldn’t see the way you smiled. “I would love nothing more than to call you my boyfriend.” You tried to sound calm but the giddiness in your tone gave it away. “Consider it done then, pretty girl.” You laughed now, arm slinging over his waist to hold him close. “Good night, lover boy.” Sanemi’s laughter rumbled in his chest, quietly he uttered “Good night, pretty”

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A month and a half later, your shared apartment looked a bit different. You had sold your bed frame and mattress after a few weeks of sleeping only in Sanemi’s bed. You figured the items were just taking up space and there was probably some college student itching to get their hands on a good deal. Plus… who doesn’t like a little bit of pocket money. So you listed them as a set and it’s no shock that they sold within a day. Sanemi had been lovingly pestering you to turn the space into a gym/office. “There is no way we’re getting gym equipment all the way up here! There is a damn community gym on the ground floor.” Sanemi had only pouted, saying he didn’t want all the fancy stuff. Just some weights and maybe a pull up bar so he could work out while you studied. “You just want new ways to seduce me.” His laugh told you that you weren’t too far off with your statement. In the end, you gave in. Since you’d be living here the whole year, even during break, it was only right to make the place your own. 

This time, as a couple opposed to roommates. 

You ended up finishing your room makeover just in time for finals. The t wo of you spent the week leading up to your exams in that room, stud ying… for the most part. Regardless, the most dreaded time of year came and went and you both ended your semester with passed exams and passed classes. Now, you can enjoy your winter break in peace. “Are you sure they won’t be upset?” Your cheeks puffed out as you pulled the zipper closed on your suitcase. “Of course not, Ma will love having another mouth to feed. It’s her biggest form of love really. Plus my siblings have been dying to meet you.” Your heart fluttered a bit, you’d only talked to and seen Sanemi’s family through his own texts and pictures. You had gotten to know Genya a bit over the few times Sanemi facetimed him. As for the other siblings, you were still trying to get their names and faces down pat. You often found yourself silently repeating “Genya, Sumi, Hiroshi, Tekio, Koto, and Shuya.” his mother’s name was Shizu, which you had already committed to memory. 

“I really don’t want to be any trouble.” You added softly, still a bit worried about going to meet his family. Sanemi stopped looking through his things, looking up at you with a sad smile. “You won’t be any trouble at all, I mean it. My Ma even yelled at me over the phone! She said if I didn’t bring you home with me then she’ll never let me hear the end of it. She’s even more excited to meet you than my siblings are.” He crossed the room, wrapping you in a tight hug. “It seems like a lot of pressure…” he added softly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “But you have nothing to worry about, they’ll love you, just as much as I do.” You laughed a bit, mumbling out an “I love you too” against his chest. When you pulled away, he was a bit surprised to see tears in your eyes. “Hey…” he whispered softly, smiling as he used his thumb to wipe them away. “I promise you, they’ll love you.” His constant affirmations made your heart pound. “I trust you.” He kissed your forehead, letting you go just a bit reluctantly. “Do you have everything you need?” Luckily his family lived kinda close. It would only take three hours by train to get there. His mother would be waiting to pick the two of you up from the station.

“I do, do you?” you raised an eyebrow as he closed up the fairly empty suitcase. “Yeah, it’s my home we're going too.” he chuckled as he placed it on the floor “most of my stuff is still there.” You did the same, pulling up the handle so you could wheel it. “I guess that's true…” you were excited to see his family home, it would give you even more insight on the man you loved. You would be staying with them for two weeks and then returning. By then the holidays would be over and you’d get to start preparing for the spring semester. Then, you’d figure out if you’d renew the lease or look for somewhere else to stay. It seemed rather daunting but it was still months away, nothing to worry about now other than making a good impression. Sanemi lets you go ahead of him, flicking off the lights to your shared room before following you to the door. Your backpack was slung over one shoulder, your keys in the hand that was wheeling your suitcase behind you. “We’re still catching a taxi right?” Neither of you wanted to pay to keep your car at the train station for the next two weeks. “Yeah, I’ll pay for it.” He smiled when you scrunch your nose, you hated that he insisted on paying for everything himself.

Hell, he had even tried to pay the rent in full himself. By try, you mean he did. You nearly killed him when you found out he went ahead and paid for the next month in full. Regarding gifts, you had both decided to exchange them when you returned, it would just be easier than lugging them to and from. So, after Sanemi did one last check to make sure all lights were off, everything was unplugged and the stove wouldn’t mysteriously ignite on its own, you were stepping into the hall and locking the door. You still had roughly five hours before encountering the rest of the Shinazugawa family, but that didn’t ease the butterflies in your stomach as you pressed the button for the ground floor. “You already look as if you’ll faint.” Sanemi laughed, nudging you with his shoulder and watching you quickly catch your balance. You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you gripped the handle of your suitcase tightly. “You’d feel the same if we were going to meet my family. You’re just lucky they are a flight away.” Sanemi couldn’t deny it, the very thought made his stomach turn as the elevator doors opened. “Touché”. 

The next thing you knew, you were boarding the train. “I texted my Ma and told her we’re on our way.” He seemed giddy, the grin on his face was that of an excited little kid. You couldn’t help but smile as well, his excitement was contagious. “That's good!” you took the window seat, hand immediately reaching for Sanemi’s once he put your backpack in the overhead storage. Catching the train now meant you’d get to Sanemi’s hometown around ten in the morning. Then you could crash in his room after the breakfast Sanemi had assured you his mother would make. “She won’t be satisfied until we’ve gained a few pounds.” The thought warmed your heart, you just prayed you made a good impression on such a wonderful lady. There was one thing you weren’t aware of though, and it was the fact that Shizu practically knew you already. Simply because of how often Sanemi texted her gushing about you. Within three days of you two settling into your new relationship, he had excitedly texted her that he had a girlfriend. Shizu wasn’t all that shocked when he told her it was his roommate, she could tell from the first time he ever spoke about you that he liked you. His mother could read him better than anyone. 

This time, it was different than any of the girls he had ever brought home. Most of them only lasted a few weeks before breaking things off and moving on. When Shizu asked him why, he would say things just weren’t clicking. But with you? It was something else entirely. She still thinks back on the phone call she received from Sanemi, shortly after meeting with you about the roommate request. “I finally found a good place with good rent, just out of my budget but this girl was looking for a roommate. I met with her a little while ago and she’s super nice. She said she would gladly let me take the room because we clicked right away. Her name is y/n, Ma she's so pretty and kind. I mean I don’t want to get ahead of myself but wow…” Shizu had been smiling the whole time he spoke, congratulating him softly as he continued to go on about you. It wasn’t until the two of you made things official that Sanemi actually sent her a picture of the two of you. He had been dying too for months now but he didn’t want to cross your boundaries or make things weird. Shizu had to admit, you were prettier than she could have ever imagined. She had painted such a pretty picture of you in her head based on the way Sanemi spoke about you. But the picture he had sent had actually made her gasp.

It was candid, you must have been laughing at something he said but your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked at him. Sanemi had already accumulated an entire album of candid shots of you, but you didn’t know that. “Earth to Sanemi?” you waved your hand in front of his face, laughing softly as he blinked back into reality. “Huh?” the train had already begun to move, the world flying past the window at rapid speeds. “You can lean on my shoulder if you’re that sleepy.” You laughed again, thumb brushing along his scarred knuckles. “No, no I’m fine. I was just thinking.” He confessed softly, cheeks turning a shade of pink as he looked at you. You noticed that look in his eyes, when his pupils seem to swallow the pale purple of his irises. “You’re daydreaming about me, huh?” you had a cheeky grin on your face as he groaned, he still couldn’t understand how you always caught him. “I was right, wasn't I?” you laughed softly, playing with his fingers as he nodded lamely. “You’re always on my mind, what can I say?” 

You look away, making a fake gagging noise, Sanemi’s laughter reaching your ears as you turn to look at him again. “You’re such a sap.” You laughed, settling your head against his shoulder. “It’s all your fault.” He muttered softly, embarrassed just a bit by how soft you turned him. When it came to you, he could melt into a pile of mush over something as simple as you laughing at what he said. “I guess you’re right, I can’t help the fact that I’m so loveable.” You yawn, eyes scanning the surroundings that fly past. You could feel Sanemi’s shoulder shake as he laughed, a smile tugging on your face. Silence fell over the two of you as the train barreled towards your destination, it took him a minute to realize you had fallen asleep. “I guess you were running off of nerves.” He laughs softly, opening his phone camera to snap a photo of your cheek squished into his shoulder. He saved it to his album, smiling as he scrolled through the photos before quickly closing it and putting in one ear bud. “Looks like I’ll have a lot of time to myself.” He had a funny feeling you wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. 

His assumption was correct, he was gently shaking you awake as the train approached the station. “We’re here.” He smiled down at you, at some point he had managed to shift your head from his shoulder down to his lap. You blinked awake, eyes scanning your surroundings as you tried to recall what was even going on. “You can sleep more once we get to my home, but for now, we’re about to stop.” Sanemi’s voice is soft, watching as realization dawns on your features and you go from lying down to sitting straight up in the blink of an eye. “W-we’re here?” You practically squeaked, the nervous butterflies turning into a frenzy as you realized within the next ten minutes you’d be meeting Sanemi’s mother. “Oh my god! Why did you let me fall asleep! I had no time to mentally prepare!” Your hands came up to hide your face, trying to collect yourself as you inhaled deeply. Sanemi just watched you with a smile, finding your nerves to be amusing. “You’re going to be perfectly fine, I swear.” The train finally stopped all together, jerking you slightly as the conductor came over the intercom to announce the stop and the doors opened at the end of each train car. “C’mon, just rip the bandaid.” 

“Easier said than done…” You stood up, immediately feeling weighed down by dread as Sanemi pulled your backpack from the overhead storage and gave it to you. “You’ll be fine, you’ll be laughing at yourself in less than fifteen minutes when you realize how much you overreacted.” You wanted to believe he was right, but naturally your nerves wouldn't settle until you had met his family and settled in for the two week stay. You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as he led you off the train with the rest of the passengers getting off at this stop. “Wait here and I’ll grab the suitcases.” You nodded, hand gripping the strap of your backpack as you tried to replicate the grounded comfort Sanemi’s hand offered you. Within two minutes he was strolling back to you, both suitcases wheeling behind him.”Here we are.” He gave the handle of yours to you, sighing softly as your hand reached for it shakily. “I’m gonna call my Ma real quick to let her know we’re here. I’m sure she is too but I don’t know where she could have parked.” You nodded, unable to formulate words as the dreaded anticipation built. It was no shock when you heard her pick up after one ring, her voice reaching your ears even over the bustling station. 

Sanemi clicked his phone off a moment later. “She’s waiting out front.” He smiled at you, shoving his phone in his pocket so he could hold your hand. “I’m not even going to ask if you’re ready cause I know you’ll say no.” He teased you softly, pulling you along as you followed behind him just a step. Your eyes scanned the station around you, noting how many people seemed to be swamped with holiday gifts they were bringing to family. The holidays were a dreaded time to travel, you typically tried to avoid it, but you could make an exception for this. Especially when you had a boyfriend like Sanemi with you. The cold air outside hit you like a freight train, your hand squeezing Sanemi a little tighter as the train station crowd didn’t seem to disperse after exiting the building. Sanemi stopped for a moment, eyes scanning the curb until he spotted a familiar SUV, a car he deemed way too big for his short mom. But with all of his siblings, a car that size was necessary.  “There she is.” He didn’t let go of your hand, rather he let his suitcase go for a moment so he could wave to her. That small detail made your heart flutter a bit, for a reason other than your panicked nerves. 

Your throat seemed to go dry as the car door opened and a small woman jumped out of the car. “Sanemi! Y/N!” she called with a bright smile as the two of you walked towards her. “Ma! How are you?” Sanemi smiled, you let go of his hand so he could hug his mom. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Miss Shinazugawa.” You used both hands to clutch your suitcase now, waiting for her to let go of her son. “Please, call me Shizu, dear.” She beamed at you, leaving Sanemi to pull you into a tight hug. You jumped a bit but welcomed the embrace, motherly love was always comforting. “Oh, alright.” You smiled softly, your nerves melting just a bit as you hugged her back. “It’s freezing, let's get your stuff in the car and get you two home.” Shizu pulled away, hands coming up to hold your face with a gentle smile. Sanemi took the initiative, taking your things and putting them in the trunk, his mother opened the back door for you to get in before rounding the car and getting back in the driver seat. A moment later Sanemi was joining you in the back. “Away we go.” Shizu smiled, glancing at the two of you in the rear view mirror before pulling away from the curb and out to the street. 

“I must prepare you two now, the kids are ecstatic to see the two of you. So please, y/n-dear, don’t be afraid to say you’re overwhelmed.” She laughed softly, you nodded a bit as Sanemi’s hand found your own. “I’ll try and be your human shield.” He laughed, “I’m sure Genya will be one too, he’s good at picking up on emotions and such, he’s also great at handling the little gremlins.” It was comforting to know that they thought far ahead for you, making it apparent they wouldn’t take any offense if you truly got overwhelmed. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind but I’m sure I'll be okay. Thank you for welcoming me so kindly, Shizu.” Her name still felt a bit awkward on your tongue but you felt rude to call her by anything else. “Of course dear, I’m very happy to have you here. It’s not often at all that Sanemi even brings home friends, nevermind such a beautiful girl like you.” Sanemi made a strangled noise of embarrassment as you laughed. “I’m not surprised, he’s never brought any friends back to our apartment.” You teased him, watching as his mouth dropped “Hey! Neither do you.” You shrug “I guess you’re right.” 

Shizu was smiling, glancing back at the two of you in the mirror every so often. “So, what happened that the two of you finally realized your feelings for one another?” A question like that had you and Sanemi growing warm, glancing at each other quickly. “Oh, uhm… well…” Your face was burning by now, memories of that night flashing through your mind. “M-Ma a question like that is a bit much.” Sanemi didn’t sound upset, rather he sounded flustered. That gave away more than needed, making Shizu laugh in response. “Oh, I see.” her tone had your eyes squeezing shut, embarrassment forcing a laugh out of you. “I’m not one to judge, ya know. Regardless of how it happened… though I think I get what’s being implied, clearly your feelings for one another go a lot farther than physical.” Sanemi groaned out another “ma” before Shizu began to laugh. “You’re both adults, Sanemi, I’d be foolish to think you two haven’t gone a lot further.” This time you couldn’t help but look at Sanemi and laugh, his mother’s innocence and honesty was comforting. “Yeah, okay Ma we get it.” Sanemi’s ears were burning red, the smile on your face only making it worse because you clearly found this all to be amusing. 

The rest of the car ride continued with easy going banter, before you knew it Shizu was pulling into the driveway of the Shinazugawa family home. “Feeling better?” Sanemi whispered to you softly as his mom got out of the car to pop the trunk. “Yeah, but I’ll feel even better after we get this over with.” You chuckled nervously, seeing one of his siblings peek through the front window before disappearing again. Sanemi kissed your cheek before getting out of the car, you did the same, helping Shizu with your bags as you moved up the driveway. As expected, your introduction to his six little siblings was nothing short of a whirlwind. Though you couldn’t lie, you enjoyed getting to know them over the dinner the mother made. Genya had been the easiest to talk to due to his age, but before you knew it, the youngest of the Shinazugawa siblings was sleeping soundly with his head on your shoulder as you watched a movie with them all. Sanemi sat beside you on the couch, watching his siblings fondly as they talked to you rather than watch the movie. You answered each question with such patience, your hand open because Koto had fallen asleep holding it. Shizu had  joked that he was trying to steal his big brother’s girlfriend. 

It was just past midnight when Genya took Koto from you, the other siblings had gone up to bed a few minutes prior. “It was really nice meeting you, y/n.” Geyna smiled, cheeks rosy because he still got a bit nervous around girls according to Sanemi. “It was lovely meeting you too, Genya. I’m happy to spend the holidays with you all.” Genya turned bright red, earning a laugh from Sanemi as he bid the two of you goodnight and carried Koto to his room. “Well, it’s been an eventful day, do you wanna go to bed?” Sanemi smiled, his arm slinging over your shoulder now that Koto wasn’t hogging you. “I’m beyond tired, so yeah, sleep sounds amazing.” You laugh, snuggling closer to him. It was honestly the opposite of getting up, instead you both settled further into the couch with the tv droning on in front of you. It didn’t take long before your hands wandered, your legs moving to drape over Sanemi’s as he turned to kiss you. The arm he had slung over your shoulder moved to rest behind your head, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You allowed him, of course, feeling mildly inappropriate for doing such a thing on the couch in the living room of his family’s home. 

You pulled away the moment his hand gripped your thigh, chest heaving. “N-not here. What if one of your siblings or your mother walks down here?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, noticing the way the light from the tv still manages to reflect off of the ball of his piercing. “You’re right… but my bedroom wall is shared with another one of my siblings… this is really the only place we can be a bit loud…” he groans, getting off of you just a bit so he can look at you better. “I-I’d rather try and be quiet than get caught in the act.” You would be booking yourself a train ticket home if one of his little siblings saw you two being intimate. “Alright fine, but you better be quiet.” Sanemi smirks at you as he gets up, “oh that’s a bold statement coming from you.” You snorted, getting up and turning the TV off before following him upstairs to his room. You had seen it already since you took some time after dinner to unpack your clothes and put them in Sanemi’s dresser. There was nothing for you to investigate as you stepped inside, shutting and locking the door with a soft click as Sanemi flicked on his bedside lamp. “Genya usually sleeps with a noise machine, so as long as we put some background noise on too…” 

Sanemi was already pulling his shirt over his head as he spoke, watching as you sauntered to the dresser to find something to sleep in… or rather, you were looking for something to put on in the morning. “Background noise? Don’t tell me you’re going to put on music, that makes it all the more obvious.” You laugh softly, pulling your shirt over your head and shamelessly unclipping your bra, no need for extra distractions. “No, not music but…” Suddenly white noise was blasting through a small speaker and you found yourself bursting into a fit of laughter. “How sexy” you choked, dropping your pants and underwear at the same time. “Oh I know. My best work yet.” He was standing, making his way over to you as he pushed his sweats down. Your eyes flickered lower, smirking when you realized he was already hard. “You’re relentless.” you breathe out, his hands clinging to your waist as he presses you to the dresser, kissing you deeply. Sanemi smiles against your lips, stepping out of his pants and boxers that have pooled at his feet. “You know you love it.” Hoarse, just above a whisper despite the blaring white noise filling the room. You don’t bother answering, rather you push him gently so you can drop to your knees below him. 

Your hand gingerly grabs his base, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as he braces himself on the dresser. “Fuck…” He chokes out, eyes flickering up to the mirror before him, mildly upset he can’t see past his waist. Just your head is visible as you begin to lick along his shaft. “Remember you have to keep quiet.” You shoot him a wink before enveloping the head of his cock, watching his head fall forward as he chokes on his own moans. You let your jaw go slack, taking half of him before pulling away, using the saliva that wet him as a lubricant. You pumped him steadily, running your tongue along his slit, collecting the salty precum that oozed from it. You had gotten to know him well enough over the last month and a half to know exactly what he enjoyed. Naturally that meant it didn’t take all that long before he was grabbing your hair a bit harshly and tugging you off of him, cheeks flushed red as he tried to calm down. “N-not yet.” he sighed, moving towards the bed and motioning for you to follow. “Sit down.” he commanded you gently, watching you crawl onto the bed and lay flat instead. He chuckled a bit before opening his bedside drawer. “I know we said we wouldn’t exchange any gifts until we got home, but I bought something with me…” You sat up now, eyes narrowing as he pulled out a small pouch. 

“What the fuck.” you laughed, catching the small velvet pouch and opening it carefully. Inside was a pill shaped tongue ring, immediately you understood. Your face grew warm, mouth hanging open slightly as you plucked it out. “No you fucking didn’t…” You took it out of the even smaller plastic bag and twisted it until it began to vibrate. “Sanemi oh my fucking–” You instantly turned it off, looking at him utterly flabbergasted. “Oh I fucking did.” He pulled it out of your hand, moving over to the dresser so he could use the mirror and take out his current tongue ring to replace it with the vibrating one. “You’re evil.” you groaned, body reacting tenfold to the idea of what was to come. He could only huff out a laugh as he stuck his tongue out, twisting the vibrating stud into place. “You’ll have to be very quiet.” He smirked, wiping the saliva off of his fingers. “You planned this…” You couldn’t believe it, not even as he crawled onto the mattress and pressed you backward until your head hit the pillows. “Oh of course I did, think of it as a reward for doing so well today, I’m proud of you, you know.” Your brows furrowed. “I appreciate it but this is such a strange time to get sentimental.” You watched his shoulders shake as he laughed, head burying in your neck to kiss it softly. He wouldn’t leave any hickeys in plain sight, at least not while you were staying here. 

“Can’t help it.” He muttered between each kiss he placed, not getting rougher until he hit your chest. Your hands immediately grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he bit down on your breast. You had come to learn that you enjoyed the pain it brought, along with the satisfaction of his teeth indents remaining for a couple days. He lapped at the skin he bit, kissing it gently as he moved to flick your nipple with his tongue. Part of you was tempted to say foreplay wasn’t needed, sucking him off as well as the revelation of his “present” were enough to have you dripping for him. “You know, we have to be careful because there is really no way to explain why we needed to immediately change your bedding after one night.” One hand moves up to thread itself through his hair while his tongue drags its way over to your other breast. Sanemi only hummed in agreement, debating whether or not he should turn the vibrating piercing on now while he teased you or let your anticipation build until the last second. In the end he decided to wait, you should get to experience it first hand where you wanted it most. 

When he was satisfied with the markings he left on your chest, Sanemi placed another kiss on your lips before moving down to settle himself between your legs. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down in fear of the noises you knew you’d make, so you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling, mentally preparing yourself for what was to come. Sanemi’s tongue lapped at your inner thighs, pleased to see your arousal had already managed to smear across them. “You’re so excited, how cute.” It was so soft you barely heard it, but you still felt the need to find grounding in the sheets below you. You gripped them tightly, bracing yourself for the “final blow” of sorts. He cleaned you gingerly before placing open mouth kisses over your folds, eyes trained on the rise and fall of your chest as his tongue just barely swept across your cunt. He repeated these motions a couple of times, until your thighs spread further in an attempt to give him more. “Okay, pretty girl…” He gave you a slight warning before sticking his tongue out, twisting one end of the pill shaped tongue ring until it began to vibrate. Your breathing hitched at the sound, just audible enough to be heard through the white noise you had going. 

Sanemi found the sensation to be a bit odd, his whole tongue felt like it was vibrating due to the small object. Though, it excited him at the same time, hands moving to hold your legs open as he carefully placed his mouth over your clit. His eyes remained locked on you as he pressed his tongue against your throbbing cunt. Your hand immediately smacked over your mouth as you gasped and moaned at the same time, the vibrations going straight through your body. When he didn’t move his tongue, you began to squirm, hand pressing tightly to your mouth as muffled moans and whimpers clawed their way out of you. Sanemi waited until he felt like you were about to come before pulling his tongue away and eagerly lapping at the rest of your cunt, purposely avoiding your clit until you were getting wetter with each pass of his tongue over your entrance. Your hand never let go of the sheets, nor did your other hand ever leave your mouth. Your thighs trembled at certain points with the effort of trying to close but Sanemi’s grip alone proved to be stronger than your trembling effort. It wasn’t until tears were leaking down your cheeks, your head tossed back as your moans grew louder even behind the muffling of your hand, that Sanemi gave in and paid more attention to your clit. 

“I-I’m gonna… f-fuck.” You repeated the last word over and over, the build up in your gut growing almost too intense to handle as he pressed the pill shaped piercing directly on your clit and kept it in place. The vibrations paired with the wet warmth of his mouth proved to be a lethal combination. You nearly reached for the pillow behind you to muffle the loud sobs that wracked your body as you came on his tongue. Sanemi didn’t move away immediately, holding it in place still as the overstimulation grew to be almost painful. You began to sob, begging him in a voice just above a whisper to ease up but he didn’t. Your legs trembled, unable to fight against him considering he was far more stable than you were right now. After an agonizing few seconds, the overstimulation turned to pleasure again, your cunt twitching violently as a second orgasm arrived from the shockwaves of your first. You swore louder than you should have, stars spotting your vision as you came hard for the second time. “S-Sanemi please I’m fucking serious y-you…” But you couldn’t finish the sentence, not when he started wiggling his tongue before moving it away to lap up all the juices you had spilled. 

The piercing was still vibrating as Sanemi’s tongue licked along your cunt, giving your clit a break as he teased you in other areas. You were breathing heavily as he used two fingers to spread you open, making it more accessible to push his tongue inside of you. While it couldn’t reach nearly as deep as his dick, the vibrations were making up for it. Your jaw immediately clenched, struggling desperately to keep the noises down as he began tongue fucking you. Your vision was growing blurry from the way your eyes began to water, Sanemi’s name leaving your lips in a quiet mantra as you forced yourself to remain quiet when you really wanted to scream. Yet the idea of being caught seemed to egg Sanemi on, his mouth was relentless as he ate you out like it was his last meal. As if he was trying to break you, make you scream and wake up the whole house. You began to squirm further as two fingers slipped in along with his tongue, the feeling itself was utterly indescribable. Calloused fingers ran along your heated walls, scissoring and pumping until they brought out wave after wave of your arousal with them. You had barely noticed the fact that Sanemis tongue had pulled away all together, watching in fascination as arousal pooled below you on his bedding. So much for keeping it clean… he found it satisfying. 

 The realization that his mouth wasn’t on you didn’t hit you until it had returned to your clit, your back arching off the mattress momentarily as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. His fingers pumped endlessly, his tongue working in rhythm until you were slapping both hands over your mouth in effort to keep quiet as you came for a third time. Your body had gone completely stiff, back arching and your head tossed back as warm liquid gushed from between your thighs, only encouraged by Sanemi’s fingers. This time, Sanemi pulled away all together to give you a minute to come down. His fingers fumbled for a moment as he tried to turn off the small vibrating piercing, admiring the mess you had made on his bed. By the time your vision had returned to normal, you were looking up at Sanemi with lidded eyes. “You’re so evil.” Your voice is hoarse, hands shaking a bit as you push yourself up to see the damage. “Fuck…” Sanemi didn’t seem bothered at all, rather he was leaning down to crash his lips against yours, forcing you to taste your own arousal on his tongue. You moved closer, immediately drawn back into whatever trance he always managed to pull you into. 

“How do you want me?” Sanemi sounded breathless as he pulled away, smiling down at you. “Like this please…” You turned away, positioning yourself shamelessly on your hands and knees for him. Sanemi groaned softly, he’d never get tired of seeing you like this, with nothing to hide or be ashamed of because it was just him. His hand immediately found his dick, pumping himself carefully to spread his precum, still a bit sensitive from the orgasm he had denied himself of early. His other hand came down to grip one side of your ass, kneading the flesh roughly. You whined loudly as the dull head of his cock pressed into you, your cunt welcoming him greedily with how wet he had made you. You chose this position strategically, pillows and his mattress were at your disposal to muffle your noises. Sanemi took his time, pushing inside of you inch by inch until your ass met his abdomen. It still took you a second to adjust, his head pressing tightly to your cervix, making you want to crawl forward a bit to relieve the pressure. Sanemi knew you well enough by now to hold your hip with his other hand, that way you couldn’t move. Sanemi is careful to not let his emotions get the better of him, you had done such a good job trying to remain quiet, now it was his turn to do the same. 

He leaned forward, placing open mouth kisses down your spine before straightening again, hips drawing back half way before sliding forward again. He started slow, finding his rhythm in slow and deep thrusts. Your body rocks forward with each movement, until your shaky arms give out beneath you and you fall into the mattress. The position is even better in Sanemi’s eyes, his hands immediately grabbing either side of your hips to angle himself better. The slow drag was intoxicating to you, your mouth parted as quiet whimpers slipped past your lips, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth as all your energy was focused on keeping your lower half up. Sanemi’s teeth sunk into his lower lip, face dusted pink as his head fell forward to watch himself disappear and reappear inside of you. You could feel him twitching, nearly in time with the way your body involuntarily clenched around him. Your whimpers turned into moans, half muffled by the way your face was pressed into the mattress, arousal dripping down your thighs. Sanemi was groaning despite his efforts to remain quiet, hips speeding up as his pleasure pulsed through him. He wasn’t going to last long at all but he wasn’t all that bothered by it. 

“Sanemi…” You whined quietly, clit throbbing in need despite the stimulation you had been given. He caught on, hand snaking around your front and disappearing between your legs. You hissed as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it just as you had wanted him too but quickly reminded of how overstimulated you were. “Oh fuck…” You slurred, head burying in the mattress as you practically sobbed. Sanemi didn’t stop, biting down harder on his lower lip in effort to silence the noises he was making, but it was increasingly difficult with the noises emitting from you. The build up in your gut is becoming nearly unbearable, your hands clawing at the sheets as you cried out into the mattress below you. You came hard around him, walls stuttering around his length and interrupting his rhythm. Though it was the final push he needed, unable to contain himself as his hips drew half way out as he began to cum, shakily they pushed forward, bottoming out completely. His grip on your hips loosened, his muscles feeling like jelly as he moved to sit on his knees. You were pliant in his grasp, letting him guide you into a position that was comfortable for both of you until he felt like pulling out. 

“We… we got carried away.” his tone is soft, for the first time since he turned it on, he noticed the white noise he was playing. You pulled your face from the mattress, shakily wiping your mouth as you tried to turn to look at him. “You think?” your voice is shaky, all you wanted was sleep at this point but there was one issue. “The bed is a wreck.” He comments softly, finally realizing how damp the comforter was beneath his knees. “That’s your fault, I warned you.” You grimace, there was no way you were going to be able to sleep feeling as sticky as you did. “You got me there…” he laughs softly, slowly pulling out as he goes soft. “I take full responsibility for giving you a good time.” You roll your eyes, body aching as you roll over and move to sit up. “I’m going to shower, you figure out the bed… and no joining me this time.” It had become a habit at this point for Sanemi to take care of the ruined bedding and then join you in the shower after. “Why not?” he whined, a pout forced on his lips as you glared at him. “May I remind you we are at your family’s home? With your mother and siblings?” You hissed, trying to remain serious but failing miserably when his cheeks turned pink. “Did you really forget that fast?” 

“No! Shit okay maybe a little.” You roll your eyes, moving about the room to find something to cover yourself so you can walk down the hall to the bathroom. “Don’t forget to take out that piercing, it’s a bit obvious.” He laughs as you say that, watching as you throw his shirt over your head. “Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll take care of everything but if we aren’t sharing a shower, make sure you’re quick.” It was his last little dig to maybe convince you to let him join. Instead you just nod, uttering a quiet “You got it, captain.” before heading out the door. You make your way down the hall, wondering quietly how he would be able to get new bedding on the bed without raising suspicions from his mother in the morning.

Naturally, you figured it would be impossible and the small woman would tease you endlessly. The thought had heat rushing to your cheeks as you flicked the lights on and shut the door behind you. It took you a second but you managed to figure out the shower, setting it to a comfortable temperature before moving towards the bathroom closet. Sure enough, the closet was stocked with towels of various colors and some even had designs printed on them. That made you chuckle, especially when you noticed a few famous cartoon characters on some. How cute.  

You pulled a towel out of the closet and set it on the bathroom counter, carefully pulling Sanemi’s shirt over your head and dropping it in the hamper. You had to admit, showering alone was quite lonely but it cut your time in half. You managed to scrub your skin clean, wash your hair and condition within fifteen minutes. By the time you stepped out and wrapped the towel around your body, Sanemi was knocking at the door. “Shit I wasn’t fast enough.” His tone was a whisper, making you laugh softly as you pulled the bathroom door open. “Better luck next time.” You pat his shoulder as you walk past him, ignoring his little huff as you re-enter his bedroom.

The bed was made with a new comforter, tucked half way down so you could just slip into it. You placed your towel on the dresser, moving to put on a t-shirt and underwear before towel drying your hair the best you could. You were practically throwing yourself down onto the bed, laughing softly when you realized the white noise was still playing. You managed to stay awake until Sanemi returned, hair damp as he went through his dresser to put on a pair of boxers. You watched with half lidded eyes as he placed the novelty piercing back in the back and put his regular one back in. “Do you want to keep the white noise on?” He looked amused as you nod.

Sanemi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you, chuckling softly as he realized how small the bed was compared to the one in your shared apartment. Not that you really minded, immediately rolling over to wrap your arms around his midsection lazily. Your legs tangled together, his arm snaking under your head while the other found its home over your waist. “What did you end up doing with your bedding?” you question softly, sleep pulling at your mildly aching body. “I put it in the wash, which may just be more damning for us in the morning but hopefully my Ma is the only one to catch on.” He chuckles softly, as you groan.

“What a great first impression.” you snort into his chest, unable to stop your smile when you feel his chest rumble under your cheek. “Oh please, you can do no wrong in her eyes, she loves you.” You couldn’t deny that, after less than a day being in her presence, Shizu was already like a mom to you. “I suppose you’re right.” You hum lazily, eyes closing as sleep drags you further down. “Good night, pretty girl.” Sanemi whispered softly, feeling your body relaxing into him. “G’night, lover boy.” just barely audible, as if your mind was working on autopilot. Sanemi smiled, eyes shutting as well, enveloped in the warmth you and his childhood bedroom had to offer.

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[p0rnd3aler]

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.

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[muzanswaifu]

Bittersweet

Demon! Sanemi x Fem! Reader

18+

Request: "I have been waiting to read something like this for so long. Demon Sanemi craving blood because fem!reader is on her period, so yk he eats her out without mercy❤️"

Demon Sanemi is so mean I love hiiiim :3 Need me a man who would eat me out on my period 😒 Jk jk that shit gotta taste nastyyyyyyy

NSFW Warnings: Yandere, Non-con, Smut, Sexism, Kidnapping, Forced Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Menstruation, Blood Kink, Forced Orgasm, Kinda Gross ngl

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The rhythmic pitter-patter of feet echoes through the green, a slow churn of water thrumming with the flow of the current. Even the thick noise of crickets and wind couldn't drown out the hint of life found deep in the brush, the figurative curl of a finger beaconing him to draw closer, to close the union of rarity.

He took a breath. A deep one. Taking in the pungent scent of weak males. And a female.

Shinazugawa could nearly taste the delectable meat already, the flavor settling on his tongue and seducing his taste buds. Drool nearly threatened his mouth, but he withheld himself. He wasn't an animal. Not technically, anyway.

But he might as well be. Only an animal could hunt as he did, track as he did, kill as he did. But a beast was not nearly as precise as he was, not leaving even a scrap of evidence in his wake. Only the crime scene would be found, a gorey scene of bone and torn flesh, remnants of his well-earned meal. But only the males would wither...

As for the female -

Oh gods, did just the thought of it make him salivate, his very bones trembling with need. Her scent alone made him feel weak with hunger, his tongue curling with horrid intent. The fragrance was familiar to him, a vague memory of his past existence of rare blood, the same unique trait only serving as a grand pillar toward his success as a demon. Her blood ran the same, her veins full of the powerful elixir that his kind would quite literally kill each other for. But he had no need for such rivalry.

The path the cattle strode upon was a hidden one, veiled by a plentiful layer of wisteria about fifty feet aways on either side of the trail. The effort wasn’t so useless, he supposed. Perhaps it served useful against weaker demons of no rank, the fiends not yet powerful enough to develop some resistance to it. But his godly build was stronger, the frail flower only giving his skin a lingering sting. His hunger far outweighed it.

He had long stalked his prize. The demon had patience in these rare situations, biding his time for the perfect opportunity to make his efforts all the more worth it. It had been several moons ago that he’d first stumbled upon her delivery across these lands, his keen eye catching the lingering dust kicked up by the horses that pulled her carriage. Even back then, the chance had been perfect. The men were unknowing, all walls of defense down as the car came to a halt, surely one of exhaustion. Shinazugawa drew closer, only a breath away from finally feasting when his vision was obscured by a heavenly vision.

A small thing she was, her skirts nearly catching under her feet as she gracefully stepped down from her traveling abode. The moonlight shimmered brilliantly off her glazed skin as she bent her delicate neck back, stretching out the aching tightness trapped there. Her (h/c) hair was frizzy across the outline, the static from the summer heat pulling at the threads and giving them a coiled curl. His maw fell open with his amazement.

He’d come across several humans of marechi blood in his infinite lifetime, and most, if not all, were nothing much to look at, quite ugly in his opinion. They all bore the same simplicity and naïveté, their only unique trait being their delectable composition that gave them their sole purpose of feasting. But she was so drastically different.

Everything about this female sang rarity, her natural features reminiscent of that of ancient goddesses that mortal men could only wish to touch. But here she was. Within an arm’s reach, he could have her, do with her what he wished. He was nearly disgusted with himself, being far more captivated with his food than he should’ve been. Sparing her of death would’ve been such a waste of opportunity, one that even those lower than him wouldn’t have been so idiotic as to squander. Yet, his own self-doubt swallowed him as he drew back into the dark wood, letting her little toy soldiers bring her back to the safety of the nearing daylight.

He’d gorged himself after that, consuming soul after soul at a nearby village in an attempt to quench his own frustration and need. There weren’t many options to consider. He couldn’t spare the thing entirely, he wasn’t that fucking stupid, but he didn’t very much want her dead either. Turning her definitely wasn’t an option, women just didn’t have as much potential as demons, and he had his own personal beliefs that women shouldn’t dirty their hands. But dear gods, her scent, her smell alone probably called upon hundreds of demons to her location daily, perhaps it would’ve been a mercy to take the female’s life.

Fuck.

He hated himself for how indecisive he was. Not once in his entire demonhood had he been at such a crossroad of hesitance. There had to be another option that held the best of both worlds, yes? Shinazugawa just hadn’t come across it yet.

But fate gave him a hint as he snatched up the severed half of a female he’d killed, her guts spilling into his lap as he gnawed on her fat ankle. His daggered eyes trailed up her cold thigh, lining the dark trail of blood that seeped from under her skirt. A small confusion fell over him as he mulled over the strange placement. His blade’s cut through her navel had been clean, her blood pooling into the muddy grass and not at all staining much of her clothing. Yet the chain of red kept its existence, running into the conjunction of her thighs. Cursing his own curiosity, Sanemi swept the pesky material aside, only to be met with the brilliance of a cruel idea.

It hadn’t been hard at all to follow along the woman’s usual route of travel again, her men taking the same path,  ignorant of its dangerous discovery. Yet the timing was unfortunately off, her smell still sickeningly sweet and clean rather than bitter and dirty. He’d have to wait for next time. And the next. And the next. He’d nearly given up hope entirely until the fated night his lungs were filled with the metallic scent that had his belly tensing with primal famine. Just the mere aroma of ichor had drool gathering in his jowls, his fists clenching with need. It only grew thicker as her quaint carriage drew near, the clicking wheels singing a dreadful tune with each snap against the road. Sanemi could already taste the woman on his tongue, her savory flesh plump and tender between his teeth… god, he was going to lose it.

He nearly did as she stepped from her carriage in the same manner as their first meeting, her hair knit in tight braids across her crown, framing her delicate features. She was dressed more eloquently this time, Her gown long and loose yet hugging her figure with a gentle tightness. He mused to himself that perhaps she was on her way to some formal event to maintain appearances, maybe even earn herself a husband. Yet the notion of such a possibility irked him all the same. He’d never felt a hunger like this before, if one could even call it that. This felt so much more significant, crucial even, as if his very life depended on it. And maybe it did, since he would most definitely not let himself live if he couldn’t get even a single taste of her blood. Her body was his to take.

It took him no time at all to do away with the weaklings, the men’s bodies falling one after the other into the gravel, making a sad splash as their vitals funneled out. The man ogling at her backside was the first to go, his head severed the instant his eyeline met the wide curve of her dress, dropping to the ground with a thud and rolling to a leisure stop to her heel. When the woman finally turned from her distraction of the ominous wood, she was met with pure, bloody isolation.

Her horrified scream echoed loud, her hands clawing at her own face as she looked upon the gory scene of blood and guts that surrounded her. Shinazugawa was almost impressed at her reaction speed as she quickly turned foot and bolted, running through the thick bush despite her frailty. He couldn’t help but snicker, so enamored by her utter foolishness of trying to escape. If the men protecting her couldn’t even survive, what made her think she was the exception?

“God, you’re fucking stupid, ha!” he cackled, leaping about the tree-line, nipping at her backside but giving her just the right amount of space to let her hope she could get away.

She was not at all athletic, her stamina quickly dwindling as her frail figure fought with itself to continue on. Her chest burned, her feet hurt, her will to keep moving dwindling by the second and feeding into the persuasive idea of giving up. Yet the monster snatched her before she could choose, slamming her into the soft, melted ground and caking her elegance in earth. His hand wrapped around her pretty neck firmly, another snaking down her bodice and tearing open the gold buttons of her dress. His tongue swept across his lip as he unwrapped her, taking his sweet time to unveil every inch of her pristine flesh to his ravenous eye, her little fists pounding at his chest as she sobbed and screamed for help.

“Shut it,” Sanemi growled lowly, surprised to see her actually listen, her lip wobbling and eyes flooding as she silenced herself. He could still hear her pathetic whimpers as he stripped her, her small frame shaking as he brushed down her stomach, removing the lacy undergarments that hid her delicate body from his sight. He could see her plush intimacy coming into view from beneath her coverings, her curved hips thickening her figure, her thighs trembling as they tried desperately to hide themselves. But there was nothing that could be done about that now as she lied there, helpless, powerless, weak.

He opened his mouth wide, exposing sharp canines and letting his hot breath wash over her firm abdomen as her tears began anew and wept down her flushed cheeks. The demon was pleased, relishing in her surrender and submission as he gently ran his tongue down her navel, sampling his meal and savoring the girl's pitiful sobs. He loved it when humans cried, when they begged and pleaded for their lives like the weaklings they were, it made things so much more exciting.

His tongue flicked out over her pelvis, gliding over the pudge over her sex as he breathed in the scent of her musk, tainted with ovulation. Sanemi could already feel the saliva gathering in a jowls as he began to peel down her underwear, a cotton cloth clinging to the crotch of it. Her breath stuttered.

"N-no, no, please! Please... please!" she cried out, shaking hard and grasping at her own face, nearly clawing her eyes out with panic. But she knew better than to try to fight him off again, clearly more afraid of what he would do then than what he was currently doing. He couldn't help but grin against her supple flesh, his edged teeth nicking her thigh. She jerked at the sudden pain and the warm sensation of blood trickling down her leg, soaking into the dirt.

"P-Please, p-p-please don't... h-hurt me," her words shook with her exterior, her sniffling likely a strong persuasion to those who had a heart. He obviously didn't but was still bothered by her pestering fear of being eaten. "If I was going to eat you, don't you think I would have done it already?" he groaned sarcastically.. The human slowly removed her fingers to peak down at him, her eyes red and welled with tears, lip trembling. He laughed.

"I mean come on, you think I'd let you bitch and moan this long just to kill you later? If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Quit fucking crying," he hissed.

She sniffled again. "B-but -"

"Zip it."

Her mouth snapped shut, quickly obeying before her brain could even comprehend him.

Sanemi growled. "Talk again and you get to join those fuckers back there." He nodded his head back to the direction of her abandoned carriage and dead guards. His claws dug into her thighs, pulling them to spread wider to encompass his presence. "The sooner you let me take what I want, the sooner I let you go. But I don't deal with brats. You either listen or you don't, 's up to you bitch."

He wasn't sure how he expected her to react, but it definitely wasn't for her to spread herself wider, without any instruction. It was almost touching how quickly she gave in, not even needing a moment to think it over before she opened herself up for him to do as he pleased. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she were eager for it.

His head fell down to her core again, his fangs pricking the surface of her skin yet again, drawing forth a shallow line of blood as he slid them down her inner thighs, his eyes locked on her frightened yet curious gaze. She shivered at the sharpness of his touch, her legs trembling as he moved further south, trying to appease his hungered excitement. He resumed pulling down her panties, reveling in the aroma of moon blood that filled his senses as he took away all obstruction. It was beautiful. The smell of blood. The sight of red dripping from her puffy lips. He could only imagine the taste, so eager in his imagination of its excellence. He'd never tasted pure ovulation blood before, never even thought of it actually. It would be stupid to use just his tongue when he could devour with his teeth in an instant and move on to the next meal. But this was a different situation entirely. This woman could satiate him for years, decades even, with marechi blood. It didn't hurt that she was a hot piece of ass either. If he didn't get himself together soon, he might end up fucking his food as well.

The woman's eyes lingered on his leisure movements, the drawl of his dangerous eyes along her sex as he studied the meal. Embarrassment quickly rose in her chest as she realized his intentions, praying that he’d move on with whatever he was trying to do so her dignity could recover. Although, she supposed letting him taste her menstrual blood was better than getting eaten alive... but hardly.

The demon felt her pulse quicken in his grasp, her breathing growing faster and her patience dwindling as she began to quiver again. He didn't blame her though, not in the slightest. But he had every right to  such a rare female, he deserved everything. And if the needs of others were sacrificed, so be it. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist her for too long. He was ravenous.

And he was horny.

He smiled as his head dipped down, his tongue flicking out to smooth against her swollen clitoris, barely brushing the top as he inhaled the fragrance of her blood. Her legs trembled, her muscles tensing as her hips buckled in response, shocked with the sudden feeling of sensitivity. She had to bite her lip to silence her noise of surprise. He chuckled as he teased her, dragging his tongue from one side to the other, teasing her wet folds and leaving behind a thin trail of saliva. He didn't really care for her pleasure at the moment, but he was curious of her response to it. Dinner and a show. That was fine by him.

She bit her lip harder, her thighs flexing to keep from touching him. Sanemi was excited at her reaction, watching her face contort with each and every careless stroke of his tongue, her hips subconsciously rising to feed herself into his awaiting mouth. A few times, she almost grabbed for him, but her arms were still pinned to her side by her own strong will to survive. He liked that, enjoyed her struggle as he continued to lick her up and down, her clit becoming more sensitive with each and every pass. Her blood was intoxicating, his head already growing dizzy as he drank her from the source. He thought it would be difficult to keep himself from biting down but the thought never even grazed his mind as he continued giving sloppy licks and sucks to her weeping heat. She was so tasty, so sweet, so ripe. It seemed like she would never stop bleeding as his tongue was eternally blessed with a fresh coat of red. He wondered for a moment if it was possible to drain her of it all in one night.

He growled, his head lowering down to her opening and his tongue falling out again as she whimpered in anticipation, eyes closed tight. She felt like she was losing her mind with every pass of his ravenous tongue. Her head was so foggy and light, her pussy so warm, she couldn't stop herself from letting out small noises of pleasure as he kept feasting upon her. It took every ounce of her being not to wrap her legs around his head and trap him into her center, forcing him to cease his cruel teasings. What little was left of her fear only heightened the experience, giving her a blissful taste of sin that she'd never indulged before, the sense of danger giving her such a rush.

Her ichor only grew sweeter on his tongue by the second, her slick diluting her blood in heavier batches that gave him more a taste of lust than power. He focused on her hole then, realizing that nipping at her clit certainly wasn't helping the situation. Yet, her pleasure rose none-the-less. His tongue worked hard, dashing inside of her, licking up every drop of liquor, drinking it down as if it were a fine wine. It was nearly too good to be true, this level of strength he felt. He looked down at the girl, his eyes burning into her as he watched her squirm and grip the earth. She was so delicious.

But he needed more.

His tongue pumped into her again and again, dipping as far as it could reach before retreating to her entrance to lick up anything that had escaped him. She shuddered, her hips subtly grinding on his face to chase her nearing end. It continued building in her belly, sending bolts of electricity up her spine and warming her insides. She couldn't even feel the pain of her cramps anymore.

Sanemi sipped at her wetness more vigorously, his tongue lapping at her like a dog, desperate for more of his meal. He slowed only for a moment as the woman gave a small cry, her hips and thighs quaking harshly and tensing in his palms. He wasn't even angry when her juices sprayed him, drenching his lower face and dripping down his lips. If anything he was amused, only a human could come from such little care. Yet, he stopped, her cunt hardly even bleeding anymore being so wet with arousal and relief. What was the point of pleasing her when he gained nothing in return.

He rose from his position on the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes raked down her sloppy appearance, certainly not that of a noblewoman. Her backside was caked with mud, her hair messy and matted, her face red and mouth leaking with drool. She nearly looked peaceful as she let out gentle pants, still softly shaking from such a strong orgasm. He rolled his eyes.

"Get up," he commanded, uncaring of her condition. "I don't have all fucking night."

The woman only rose when his growls became violent, her movements awkward and her head still in the clouds. She still attempted to cover herself, tucking an arm over her breasts and cupping her sex with another.

"I'm only going to explain this once so I suggest you pay attention-" he began, her eyes quickly lighting up with fright, "You are going to come back to this path every month during your menses. You will come alone. No guards. No friends. No nobody. Understand?"

She squirmed nervously in her footing, her fear beginning to crest again. "B-but I-I won’t be a-allowed to travel for n-no r-r-reason..." she stuttered.

"Not my problem."

"A-and how would I come back without anyone to take-"

"Not. My. Problem." he hissed meanly, making her cower away.

He stepped forward to her, towering over her little form. "I'm not here to negotiate. I'm just telling you what you're going to do. I don't give a fuck how you're gonna do it, but if you know what's good for you, you'll obey. You want anyone else dead because of you?" he sneered.

Her lip quivered and tears glazed in her eyes. "N-no."

Sanemi chuckled, looking down at her and pressing a strong hand over her lower belly and brushing away her small hands, dangerously close to her privates that were still glazed with his saliva.

"This is mine," he stated, passing two fingers between her puffy cunt lips, "Give it to anyone else and I'll kill them and make you watch. I'll make it slow too. You want that?" She violently shook her head, nearly on the cusp of pissing herself from the terror of such a suggestion.

He hummed with his approval of her response, giving her another once over with his eyes and a quick squeeze of her breast before backing away into the night, undisturbed with how on earth she was going to get back home. It would've been any second that he could lose control of himself and pounce, a desperate need growing in pants to satiate himself. He'd have to establish that as another rule - no fucking when she was edible. Maybe he'd pay her another visit later when her period was over, at her estate perhaps, just to take away her innocence and test out how useful she was to him. He could only imagine how pathetic she would look speared on his cock with nowhere else to go, but that would be for another night, he couldn't forget her main purpose.

And he couldn't wait to get a taste of that again.

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[rougepancake]

Imagine age up Genya who is a reader pussy addict and always asks her to sit on her face.

I can't stop thinking about that😩. And sorry if something is misspelled, I'm not very good with English

PLEASE YOU GUYS I CANT 😩

Warnings: cunnilingus, pussy drunk Genya (he can’t get enough and you guys keep feeding him more 😫). Sexually explicit material underneath the cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni or I will block you.

You hovered over his face, your thighs straddling his head as you hesitated. His hands came up and cupped your ass, squeezing softly as he waited for you to put your weight on him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked nervously, looking down and attempting to meet his gaze.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.” He huffed impatiently and the feeling of his warm breath against your cunt caused you to shiver.

“O-Oka- Hey!” You shouted in surprise as he pulled you down onto his face, blushing furiously as he immediately dug in and began lapping at your clit mercilessly.

Soon- you were rocking your hips against his face, chasing your high as he ate you out. However, he didn’t stop after the first time.

Instead, he kept on going. It seemed like he had no intention of stopping, but you couldn’t blame him.

He was always telling you how he loves the way you taste.

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[chiharuhashibira]

What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?

But make it Professor X Student 👀

Whew~ Here we go with the final part of Special Classes >////<

Have you enjoyed your History, Art, and PE classes? Yes? Oh that's good cause you'll also love your Math class 🤭

You are 22yo here, and a graduating student. Sanemi is 27.

Let's start now! 🌸

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Suggestive/Curse Words/Dom Sanemi/Degredation/Blow job/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Blood/Violence

Minors DNI.

(Image is not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

🌸��𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂🌸

"Oi! That's not the answer! Have you listened to anything that I taught earlier?! Go back to your seat!"

You sat there and watched as Sanemi, your math professor, cast a critical eye over the room. You started to feel anxious because he might ask you to solve the problem in front of the class. And unfortunately, as if fate were conspiring against you, his purple eyes eventually landed on you.

Sanemi sat on your desk while maintaining an expression of irritation. "And what do you say, Y/L/N-san? Why don't you solve that math problem for me?" He asked the question sarcastically. You gave a small nod before rising from your seat, at which point you noticed that your chest felt heavy. You are aware that Sanemi is still glancing in your direction.

After a minute of solving, you turned to face the class and your professor, who was still sitting on your desk, looking amused, which surprised you. You took a deep breath and mustered up all of your courage before you spoke.

"f(x) is a quadratic function, and its graph is a parabola. As a result, it is not a one-to-one function because the parabola can be interrupted by horizontal lines at two different locations. The correct answer is a D."

Sanemi got to his feet and started walking towards you while softly clapping his hands. Your expression remained expressionless, and you experienced shyness despite the fact that you were aware that many eyes were staring at you at this very moment. You felt an arm stretched across your shoulder, and when you looked up, you noticed that Sanemi's face had finally stopped showing signs of annoyance.

"Woah! I thought this class was full of dumb brats! You surprised me, Y/L/N-san!"

You bowed your head respectfully and then proceeded to return to your seat. You no longer feel the same level of anxiety in your chest.

Because you are so accustomed to the harsh methods of teaching that Sanemi uses, these compliments seemed like a miracle that you would only hear once in your entire life.

--

"Sensei is so intimidating! Even if I do know the answer, I often forget it."

"So true! He's so harsh, and he is so anno—"

"Sssh, Aoi-san, if sensei hears you, he'll definitely make your life hell."

You couldn't help but overhear the conversations of the other students when your math class ended. What they are saying is true. Sanemi Shinazugawa isn't the nicest professor at the university. Oh well, he isn't soft at all, and he makes sure that you all know it.

Compared to the angel and most loved history teacher, Kyojuro, Sanemi's class is definitely an embodiment of hell. Especially if you're not studying well.

And as for you, you cannot fail any of your subjects. You are not the friendly type and you prefer to be alone than socialise. If you fail, you'll have no choice but to repeat the same subject with different people, and that would be so tiring.

Also, you already work outside your class hours aside from maintaining your scholarship. You can't lose all of that just because the professor teaching your math subject is the infamous Sanemi Shinazugawa.

--

After that day, on which you had successfully astonished Sanemi, a few days passed. It's well past midnight, yet you're still at the convenience store, where you are conducting an inventory check. The next thing you know, a man with a beard is grabbing your hand.

"Hey missy~ It looks like you're so busy. Need help?"

You pulled your hand away from him and took a step back. You felt a shiver when you managed to see that the man looked wasted. "No sir. Thank you." Despite the fear that started to bubble up in your stomach, you still tried to be as respectful as you are.

You were about to go when suddenly the man grabbed your hand again, tighter this time. You yelled but realised that the other employees were inside the stock room. You didn't want to shout, as you didn't want to scare the other customers, so you tried to squirm from his hold.

"Sir, let go of me."

"Come with me. I'll give you a better time counting how many times I can make you cum."

You were astounded by what he said and felt the tears almost fall from your eyes. But then, before they could fall, you suddenly heard a familiar voice that astounded you. You looked up, and there Sanemi was standing behind the man. His nails dug into the man's shoulder as he stared at him with fury in his eyes.

"One, I hate perverts. And two, I hate perverts who use numbers to rizz a poor kid. Let go of her before I make you rethink all of your life choices, you fucker."

And after only hearing his voice, the bearded man stumbled on his way out of the convenience store. And the good thing is, no commotion happened.

"You okay?" Sanemi said, pointing at your reddened arm. You looked back at him and noticed that he wasn't wearing his professor's outfit. The man looked so cool with his messy hair. He even looked cooler with that black leather jacket over his white shirt.

So, my professor looks like a normal person outside class...

You immediately recalled how tough he was earlier when he tried to save you from that pervert, and this sprang to mind before you could even think of anything else. You had no idea that he was capable of acting in such a way. And with that, you felt your heart racing as you felt heat coming up your cheeks when your eyes met.

"Hello?" He waved in front of your dumbfounded face and raised an eyebrow. It seems like Sanemi doesn't recognise you. So you shook your head and bowed in front of him.

"Sensei, thank you for saving me!"

"Hmm? Sensei?"

"I'm Y/L/N, Y/N, from the university. You're my math prof—"

"Oh, okay?"

You looked up once again and saw Sanemi looking away. He seemed preoccupied with the can of beer in front of him. Awkwardness filled the air. I think I shouldn't have told him I was his student! I hate how awkward I am when my mouth opens. You sighed and decided to thank him once again.

"Shinazugawa-sensei, thank you again. I'll get back to work."

Before you could head back to the storage room, Sanemi spoke up in a monotone.

"Uh, what time does your shift end?"

You were astounded by his question. Why would he ask that? You turned to look at him, but then you bumped your head on his chest. Apologising, you stepped back and stared into his lilac eyes as you spoke up.

"My shift's done in 30 minutes, sensei."

"It's late. Do you have someone to pick you up?"

You looked at Sanemi as if he were doing something unusual. Oh well, he does. Usually his mouth is full of curses, and his tone is always angry. But now it's different. Despite being monotone, it has a hint of... care?

"No sensei. I take the bus home."

"Okay. I'll just wait for you then."

"Uh why?"

"It's dangerous going home this late. And you're my student, so you're my responsibility. I'll drive you home."

Your heart started to toss and turn inside your chest, which almost made you want to throw up because of too much fluster. Sanemi is your saviour, and now he suddenly looks so cool that you can't take your eyes off him.

You didn't protest, as he is right. It's dangerous out there, especially since there was a man who tried to abduct you earlier.

A part of you felt a bit happy, as no one had shown you this care before, not even your parents. And with that last thought, you managed to end your shift.

You changed into a skirt and a shirt. As you walked out of the convenience store, you saw your math professor leaning against his car. "Three minutes late." He said this, checking his wristwatch before looking back at you.

You swear you could see the astonishment on his face when his eyes landed on you. But of course, that quickly faded away as he stood in front of you. "Sensei, I'm sorry if I made you wait."

"Just a favor. Don't call me sensei outside the university. People might think something's wrong if they heard you and saw you enter my car this late at night."

"Oh, sorry, Shinazugawa-san."

"Much better."

He opened the door for you, and his gestures shocked you. Last week, you saw how he almost threw a book at one of the students, and now here he is, being a gentleman. It's so not him.

You entered his car and were greeted with a minty, manly scent. Wow, this is Shinazugawa-san's vibe, for sure. You looked around and managed to settle down comfortably on the seat beside him. You tied your hair back and stared at Sanemi as he started the car. His hands looked so big. If that bearded pervert ever attempted to harm you, he wouldn't be able to withstand a punch from this man.

"Do you have a hand fetish or something?"

He asked that you cut off your thoughts. You looked away and apologised once again. Sanemi brushed it off and started driving.

"So where do you live?" He asked as his eyes peeled off the road. You told him your address, and he went on to ask you why you decided to work in a place too far from where you live.

"Oh, I have no choice. I need to grind for my future."

You felt like Sanemi wanted to say something, but he eventually stopped himself. And of course, you didn't say anything further. You don't want to make the travel more awkward than it already is. And when we say awkward, it's because you only answer when asked as if you're reading a script.

"So, what can you say about our classes? Don't tell me that I'm rude, 'cause I'm sure well aware of that."

Sanemi was the one who decided to break the silence. You played with the hem of your skirt and looked at your lap. You actually don't want to answer him, as you never wanted to offend him in any way. You sighed, and finally,

"You're cool."

"Oh. That's new." A small smile broke on Sanemi's lips, and that made you blush. Before you could say anything, Sanemi spoke up in a low tone. "I know that you're just saying that because of earlier, though. But thanks."

"Mmm..."

"Are you scared of me at class?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I study well. Why would I be afraid of you?"

"Good answer. You know, I'm tired of fucktard students who think my subject's not important."

And there, the curse words began. "I see."

"Are you really this silent? LOL"

You almost laughed when Sanemi verbally said LOL as it sounded funny. You tried to stop yourself from giggling, and you looked away. But yeah, back to his question. You just shrugged your shoulders and leaned back.

"Eh? You'll make our travels feel longer if you stay like that."

"Travels?"

"Your shift ends at the same time every day?"

"Yes. But what do you mean by trav—"

"Now we're talking." He chuckled and continued, "Whether you like it or not, I'll be here after your shifts as I also go home to the same town. I have a friend who's dorm is beside the convenience store, so don't fucking tell me that it'll be a bother, cause nope."

"But sen—"

"Sanemi. Call me by my first or last name when we're out of the university. You weren't paying attention earlier! Tsk!"

"Sorry..."

"And stop apologising too much."

You felt your heart go fast as Sanemi smiled at you. "I told you, you're my student, so you're my responsibility. And I don't want what happened earlier to repeat."

"Thank you, Sanemi-san."

--

That first time Sanemi drove you home became your math professor's task every time that you were at that convenient store.

You still acted a bit awkwardly towards him, but after a few days of those moments recurring, Sanemi slowly brought you out of your shell. And also, he managed to start making you feel more flushed than before. You started liking him and the times when he was there for you.

At the university, he's still like the chaos incarnate with his harsh antics. He even made one student cry because he became mad at them for being too loud in the hallway while he was teaching. And of course, at class, he didn't show you any special treatment. He even started to call you airhead at the uni.

But yeah, you didn't have any grudges against him, as all you wanted to do at the university was learn and pass. And you're clearly aware that Sanemi's just doing his job in his own way.

It just also seems like Sanemi has this facade at school. But you won't dive deep into that, as you never wanted to pry.

"Hey airhead."

The sound of Sanemi's voice reverberating through the hallway shook you out of your stupor. You turned your head to look at him and noticed that the math professor was approaching you from behind. There are no math classes today, so you were astounded to see Sanemi.

It is impossible not to fall in love with the charming way in which the sun's rays fall on him. Because of the way that his piercing eyes were fixed on you and the way that his hands were crossed, almost exposing his bare chest, you can't help but feel as though your breath is being slowly sucked out of you.

You bit your lip, still staring at him, when he finally stopped in front of you.

"Airhead, I'm going to fucking melt if you keep staring at me like that."

You blushed and looked away. But then, before you could give an excuse, Sanemi spoke first. "Your classes are done?"

"Yes sensei."

"Come with me. Help me check your papers."

You immediately nodded and followed him to the classroom of the Math Club. The members were out early today, so Sanemi got the entire room for himself. And yes, the man likes solitude sometimes.

Sanemi closed the door behind him and sat on his desk. "Just pull a chair from somewhere there." He pointed at the empty seats, and you complied.

Sanemi has been a nice guy to look out for you after work, and you really appreciate that. You wanted to pay him back sometimes, but he declined it, so one night you told him that you'd be his apprentice at the university, and you'd even help him with his tasks if needed. There, he agreed.

It wasn't the first time that the two of you shared this room to indulge yourselves in numbers. It was a win-win for you. First, you are definitely learning. If there are mistakes, Sanemi teaches you the formula, so that's an instant special class for you. Second, you kind of want to spend time with him, so these moments make your dreams come true.

Your work is just 4 hours as you are just a student, and the owner of the convenience store is too kind to make you work for 8 hours after your 6 hours of school. So, you won't be late even if you stay here at the university, as your work starts around 9 p.m.

Sanemi cleared his throat, which made you look at him. He was staring at you intensely, and when your eyes met, it was him who averted it this time. "Uh, so, how's the day? Any homeworks?" He asked with an awkward tone, which definitely surprised you, as he was usually sounding either cocky, angry, or caring.

"Yes sensei. On Iguro-san's chemistry classes."

"Hah! I hope my friend doesn't give you a hard time." Sanemi chuckled.

"He doesn't. He's less harsh than you are."

It was late when you realised what you said. You covered your mouth and stared at Sanemi, who had the veins on his forehead popping in irritation. "You brat. Math is important! If I weren't harsh, would you all fucking listen to me?"

"I will. I like it when you're gentle."

What you said surprised Sanemi. His cheeks suddenly turned pink, but he tried his best to hide it. You noticed it but didn't say a word. But inside you, you felt hot. You like it when Sanemi blushes. You bit your lip again and crossed your leg as you felt something weird down there.

His breathing has changed, and you watched his exposed chest as he did so. Your eyes landed on his scars, and a part of you wondered how they would feel if you touched them.

On the other hand, lots of crazy thoughts suddenly filled Sanemi's head.

She likes me when I'm gentle. What does this little fuck mean?

Your words almost caused his mind to shut down. He always looks forward to when you speak, as you're always so quiet, but times like this really astound him. He's flustered around you, and that's because he likes to have his own damsel in distress.

Your math professor's attracted to you, and you have no idea.

Sanemi straightened his collar and cleared his throat before continuing to check the papers. You watched as he moved in his seat, but you couldn't help but be perplexed as to why he responded in such an unexpected manner. You stepped up, bent towards him, and reached for some additional paperwork that had been placed in front of him so that you could also check those.

But then, instead of reaching the test papers, it was Sanemi's hand that you accidentally touched. "Oh sorry... I was just trying to get some papers." You said this and proceeded to take some papers, not knowing what your actions were doing to the professor.

His eyes watched you as you gently sat back, and without you noticing, those lavender orbs fell on your breast. He was observing you the whole time. As you breathed in and out, Sanemi watched your chest rise and fall.

You finally finished checking and smiled at your professor. But he was too taken with the sight in front of him. You tucked your hair back behind your ear and stood up from your seat.

"I'm done, Shinazugawa-sensei."

"Hey airhead, can you stop doing that?"

"Huh? Doing what?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Sanemi stood up from his seat, and in just a blink of an eye, he pinned you on the wall, Kabedon style.

You blushed at what he was doing, as you didn't know why he was doing this in the first place. "S-sensei?" You asked, blinking in shock as you felt his hot breath touch your neck.

Sanemi stared at your eyes, and there you saw how they were painted with passion and... hunger? A part of you wanted to leave, but then the bigger part wanted whatever this was. He leaned in until your foreheads touched, then spoke to you in a deep, husky voice.

"The fuck are you doing with me, airhead? You don't know how much you make me want to do this."

"I don't know what you're saying..."

"You want me to be gentle, huh? What makes you think that I'll be gentle to a bitch like you?"

"Sensei..."

Before you could say any words, Sanemi smashed his lip over yours. You were stunned for a few moments before you realised that your math professor, your saviour, and your crush are pinning you on the wall and kissing you right now.

With that in mind, you slowly wrapped your hands around his neck and finally kissed him back, letting his tongue explore your mouth as you moaned.

But then...

"Oh fuck..."

Sanemi pulled out and walked far from you, his hand massaging his forehead. You stood up and watched him, feeling a bit anxious while doing so. He suddenly looks mad.

"Sensei..."

"What the hell, Y/N-san!" He suddenly said it in a roaring voice that made you shiver and almost tear up. He noticed that, so he went near you and held your shoulders. The lust in his eyes faded, and what you saw now was regret as he looked at you.

"Hey, I-I didn't want to take advantage of you. Believe me, Y/L/N-san. It's just that I didn't know what happened to me."

"I like you, sensei."

Those words just escaped your lips and left both of you stunned. You didn't want to tell him that, but you wanted him to calm down. You bit your lower lip, and with that, Sanemi finally took a step back.

"No. You can't. I'll just make you cry."

"Why?"

"Just follow what I'm saying."

You felt angry with what he was saying. Yes, he is older than you, but you hate the fact that he is mansplaining you now. You closed your fist in anger, with nails digging into your palm. And while glaring at him. You finally spoke up.

"Then why the fuck would you kiss me, Sanemi?"

Sanemi rubbed his face in frustration, and finally...

"Because you're fucking easy. I can fuck you if I want to. But you see, I'm doing you a favour here. If all this time you had liked me, then you might as well bend over on that table—"

SLAP!

You didn't care if you were inside his den or if he was your professor. What he told you hurt you, and all you wanted to do now was leave. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched Sanemi massage the cheek that you just slapped.

"I hate you! You're just like anybody else."

You said that and finally went out of the room, leaving the man with his guilt.

Yes, Sanemi chose to hurt your feelings instead, as he didn't want you to like a man like him. He's harsh; he even hurts the feelings of his younger brother.

He had hurt a lot of women because of that attitude, and now he didn't want to hurt you too.

So, even if he hated it, he said those words to push you away.

I like you too. But even if I wanted to give you my love, you're my student. I can't hurt you that way.

--

Days passed, and you still went to his classes with a heavy heart. You didn't answer his classes like before; you didn't even react if he taunted the other students. And yes, he did that; you know he avoided you like the plague. He never called your name. He didn't even try to look at you. Suddenly, you're invisible again.

The night after that encounter, all you did was cry. You didn't even go to work. You lied through your teeth when you told your manager that you were sick.

And yes, Sanemi stopped driving you home. Perhaps what he said was true. I'm fucking easy? You thought about it for the hundredth time as you finished your shift. You stepped out of the convenience store, wishing you would see him parked by the—

"Sanemi..."

"Oi, Y/N. How are you?"

The sight of Sanemi again was like a blow to the chest. He had his back against the car, arms folded. You decided to ignore him, walking away, but then he caught your arm.

"Hey, please listen to me."

"What the fuck do you want? If you want to fuck someone, go to a strip club or something."

"No."

"Then what?!"

You pulled your hands away from him, glaring as if you wanted him to just disappear. His sight reminds you of all the hurtful things he said at that time.

"I'm sorry. I messed up."

"Go tell your sorry to some other easy kid. I won't buy that. You are free to fucking fail me if you so choose. I'll just transfer."

"Hey! No!"

You walked away, leaving Sanemi again, but he chased you and blocked your way. He isn't wearing any of those facades as he faces you right now. He looks distressed and sad, and a part of you wanted to give in, but men are like this. They do things like this if they need something from you, and you hate him anyway.

"I love you, Y/N."

"And now you suddenly love me? Oh, please, perhaps you're just horny again."

You tried to escape from him, but Sanemi didn't let you. He held your shoulders and stared into your eyes, begging for you to listen to him.

But then, before he could speak, a person suddenly appeared behind you.

"I hate to disturb this love quarrel, but you need to pay for messing up with me."

And suddenly, all your strength seemed to be sipped out of your body as you saw how Sanemi pushed you away as the perverted man from before tried to stab you. Sanemi received the attack on his side, which made the culprit run away.

The man who stabbed Sanemi was then unintentionally run over by a truck and sent flying, as if fate were on your side to avenge you.

Your eyes widened as everything went red. Your professor coughed blood and fell on your shoulder.

"No... No... No Sanemi! Don't die on me!"

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too. Please don't leave me."

"I love... you... Sorry..."

He said that, and then he passed out.

--

"What happened to Nii-chan?"

You were astounded when you met his little brother. He entered Sanemi's room with worry on his face. You always see this guy at school, and Sanemi seems to hate him so much. You're a year ahead of Genya and you didn't even think that Sanemi was his brother.

"Sanemi-san saved me earlier. I'm sorry if this happened to him, Shinazugawa-kun."

"No! Don't say that! It's not your fault at all. My Nii-san's really great. He would save people a thousand times if he only could."

You watched as Sanemi's brother sat on the couch beside you, looking at his unconscious brother. It's the first time that you've really looked at him, so it's also the first time that you've seen that he also had scars like Sanemi had.

"Sorry Shina—"

"I'm Genya. Are you my brother's girlfriend? He always speaks about a girl who seems to fit your description."

"Oh?"

You blushed at Genya's words. So, Sanemi's thinking of you? For real? He even went all the way to telling those feelings to his little brother. You weren't able to speak as if he knew that you were a student at the same university where his brother teaches. He'll surely freak out.

"Do you think your brother will be okay?"

"Yes. He had endured this kind of injury a lot of times. I'm sure that his wound now won't be the one that kills him."

A lot of times? Questions filled your head as you stared at Genya. He seems a bit relaxed. Perhaps he trusts his brother so much.

"What do you mean, though?"

"Oh, Nii-chan saved my life when I was younger from an accident. See these scars? He also has this, but it's a lot worse. He endured all the pain just to save me. Nii-san would do anything for the people he loves. Even if it means hurting himself."

Your heart started beating fast once again as you remembered that, before he passed out, Sanemi had told you that he loved you. Perhaps that's why he took that stab at you. But why would he hurt your feelings back then in the classroom if he really did? You're confused as much as you are happy to know that the professor loves you. There were a lot of things that you wanted to hear from him.

"The fuck are you doing here, Genya?"

Both you and Genya were astounded as Sanemi's faint voice was heard. Both of you stood up and ran to his side. Sanemi groaned and tried to sit, but you stopped him.

"Hey no... Just lay down. Please."

He complied without any complaints, but then he looked at Genya. Sanemi caressed his brother's arm. "Hey, you won't get rid of Nii-san that easy." He grinned, which made Genya smile too. "I know Nii-san."

That's the first time that you've seen the innocence and peace on Sanemi's face. He looked like an angel. You smiled at them and were about to leave the siblings, but then Sanemi caught your arm and looked at you with loving eyes.

"Are you okay? What happened to the fucktard?"

"Sanemi-san, I'm good. You should relax first."

"But I want to know."

"The man died. After stabbing you, he ran onto the street and got hit."

"Oh, he got what he deserved!"

Genya spoke in a loud tone that made Sanemi chuckle. You held Sanemi's hand, caressing it as your eyes locked with each other. Then suddenly...

"Genya, I see that you've met my star student, Y/N."

"Oh? Student?!"

Genya was astounded by what Sanemi said. But no one could beat the surprise on your face. Yes, you'll always be his student, and that shit hurts.

But before you can say anything...

"And Genya, I'll punch you if you ever try hitting on her. She's not just my star student. I also love her."

"Nii-san..."

"Sanemi..."

"Your secret's safe with me, Nii-chan. It's nice meeting you finally, Y/N-san."

"Thank you. Genya, can you leave us alone for a while? I'll talk with you later."

After a nod, Genya walked out of the room. Sanemi held your hand tightly and smiled at you. "I'm glad you are okay, Y/N." His voice was soft as he said those words. He had a smile, as if he had just won the lottery. Perhaps saving you is really important to him.

"Yes. It's because of you, sensei— I mean, Sanemi."

He chuckled and caressed your hand with his fingers. "I'm so sorry if I told you lots of hurtful words back then. I didn't mean to tell you those. I was just scared to hurt you. I always hurt the people who become close to me."

"No. I think you're wrong. Why don't you try giving yourself credit? Like with Genya-kun. He adores you so much."

"But... I wasn't able to save our whole family."

"Don't blame yourself for everything, Sanemi. You did your best. And I think your family is proud of you. And I'm not saying that you shouldn't be harsh or whatever; I'm just saying that you shouldn't push people away because you're not saving them. You're hurting them."

"Like what I did to you. God, I hate myself for saying those things. I'm sorry."

"I've already forgiven you. Don't think about that too much."

You leaned in to kiss his lips, which surprised the man when you pulled out.

You smiled at him and caressed his face. "I don't want to lose you again, Y/N." He said this as he caressed your hand.

"You won't lose me anymore, Sanemi. I love you."

"I love you too. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

--

"Hey airhead!"

You were surprised when Sanemi's voice echoed in the hallway. You looked up at him, and there, you were astounded by how stunning he is. With the sun setting the spotlight on him, you saw his littlest details. The way his grin lights up his face, his arms swing gracefully at his sides, and his gaze follows yours.

You weren't able to look away even before he finally spoke up, teasing you. "I'm going to fucking melt if you keep staring at me like that."

This is deja vu. Sanemi crossed his arms and,

"Come with me. Help me check the papers again."

"Okay sensei."

You walked behind Sanemi, and when you reached the classroom, he locked it. You were about to pull up a chair to sit and check the papers when Sanemi sat on his chair and patted his lap. "Nope. Sit here."

"Sensei..."

"You don't want to obey me?" He asked with a challenging voice, which definitely turned you on. So, of course, you slowly sat on his lap while blushing madly.

"So, I want you to solve this for me."

Sanemi said while caressing your thighs under the table. With his touch, you felt your body tingle. You spread your legs and thanked yourself for choosing to wear a skirt today. You felt yourself becoming wetter, so you slowly rubbed yourself against Sanemi's groin, causing him to moan.

"I thought we'd check papers, sensei?" You said it innocently, teasing him.

Sanemi rested his head on the crook of your neck and used his right hand to cup your breast under your shirt. "I love it when you play innocent, baby." He said, obviously turned on by your actions.

"What am you saying, sensei? You said I need to solve something, so I'm just patiently waiting." You said this, continuously feigning innocence as you felt Sanemi's cock get harder with the friction.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard, Y/N."

He said, making you giggle. But suddenly, Sanemi stood up, making you stand up too. He pointed to the table and smirked at you. "Bend over."

You felt your titties become harder as arousal took over your body. Heat crept up to your face as you heard the change in Sanemi's breathing. Also, the fact that you're both at the university right now turned you on. You loved that it was risky.

So, with no doubt in mind, you bend over the table, exposing your wet underwear to him. Sanemi loved the view. After unbuckling his belt and removing his pants, he approached you, and you felt his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt.

You wanted to see how big it was, as this is your first time with him. Days before this, you had your first foreplay with him, but that was over the phone. He made you cum thrice just by his voice.

"What is two times two?"

"Four."

"Yes, I will make you cum four times in this room."

You felt excited. And what made you more aroused was when Sanemi went down on you and started licking your cunt as you were bent down like a slut for him. He removed your underwear and began running his tongue through your slit.

Sanemi chuckled as you squirmed because of the pleasure. His chuckle reverberated on your skin, sending your tingles.

Then, to your astonishment, Sanemi spanked your ass, making you yelp.

Sanemi stood up and caressed your ass. "Mmm, you don't know how much you're turning me on right now. Face me and kneel down." He said, which you happily obeyed.

You faced him with your eyes trailing from his lustful expression down to his unbuttoned shirt, then down to his big and hard cock.

"You feeling scared now, Y/N?" He said this, smirking at you. But then, without any words, you knelt down and slowly caressed his cock as you adored it. It was so big that you might actually cum more than four times because of it.

Slowly, you swiped the tip on your lip and licked the cum that was already oozing out of it because of being turned on. You held it with your right hand and trailed the bottom of the shaft up to the top before putting it all inside your mouth.

"Oh fuck. Your mouth feels so good, Y/N."

Sanemi held your head and thrust on you as you bobbed your head on his cock. You felt almost gagging as it reached your throat, but you stopped it and decided to look at Sanemi in the eyes as he enjoyed your blowout. "Mmm, baby, I'll fucking make you scream in pleasure if we just weren't at uni this time." He said, patting your head like a good girl.

You were about to give him a hand when suddenly Sanemi yanked your hair and spread you out on the floor. Taking off the rest of your clothes, he started kissing you. Slowly, you felt his hands on your clit as he started rubbing them in circles.

You moaned in his mouth as you bucked your hips up in pleasure. "Shhh, the students might hear us, baby," he whispered as he pressed his lips to yours once more.

With how he stimulates your clit, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. "Mmm near baby!" You said this as you squirmed underneath him. "Yes, baby, cum for me like a good girl."

With that, Sanemi rubbed your pussy faster than before, which almost made you scream, but thankfully, he managed to cover your mouth. And there, after a few seconds, you felt the tingly sensation all over your body. Your eyes rolled with pure lust as your hips bucked up to match the pace of his fingers.

You felt the high subside, and yet Sanemi isn't done with you. Even if you're still intoxicated from your first orgasm, Sanemi lifted you onto the table once more and sucked your titties.

"That's the first one, baby. Now, let's go with the rest."

Sanemi pulled your hair, which made you moan as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of love bites. As he did so, your hands worked to remove his remaining clothing as well. And when his clothes fell on the floor, you ran your nails on his back.

"Fuck me." You whispered that made him smile.

"Of course I will."

Slowly, Sanemi aligned his cock on your pussy, and with one swift thrust, he finally succeeded in penetrating you, compelling you to cling to him as your pleasure began to return. You bit his neck, which made him groan in your ear.

"Oh fuck. Do that again, and I'll fucking punish you, airhead."

You looked into his eyes and saw him looking at you intensely as he continued to thrust into you slowly. You caressed his face and kissed his cheek. "I love you."

That seemed to fuel him, as suddenly Sanemi's thrusts became harder and faster, making your breast jiggle beneath him. He sucked on one of your nipples and continued to fuck your brains out.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to let him go deeper. With that, Sanemi managed to repeatedly strike the perfect spot within you, and you felt your orgasm building up once more. "Ahhh, Sanemi, I'm cumming."

"Good girl."

He rubbed your clit again while continuously fucking you so hard. And there, after just three seconds, you squirted on his cock, making him smirk.

He pulled out of you and watched as you panted underneath him. "That's two for you and still zero for me." Just looking at him right now, you can really say that this man has stamina.

"But we're not done yet, babe... That was so hot when you squirted on my cock. Do it again."

He said and with that, Sanemi finally bent you over the table. You used the poor table as a support, as you felt that your strength had already escaped from your body.

Without hesitation, while holding your waist, Sanemi thrust deeply into your dripping pussy and fucked you.

With every thrust, you managed to whimper in pleasure. "Fuck Sanemi, you're so good." You muttered between your pants, and that made your math professor more aroused. You felt his thrusts become faster again as his nails dug into your waist. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, with tears already welling in your eyes.

He cupped your breasts and left love marks on your neck. "Fuck so tight for me, love." And with that, you matched his pace, also moving your hips with his rhythm. Then, for the third time, you felt your pussy increasing in temperature as his cock continued to strike your gspot.

And there, you finally squirted once again, letting out an audible moan as you did so. Sanemi covered your mouth and continued to fuck you as the tingles subsided.

Without pulling out, Sanemi turned you towards him and lifted you. "Third. I'm so done edging. I'm going to make you cum for the fourth time. And yes, baby, I will fill you with my seed. I know you want that, right?" He asked gently as he playfully squeezed your ass.

You didn't answer, as you felt weak with pleasure. Sanemi smirked and gave you a passionate kiss, biting your lip while inserting his cock into you. You held on to him tightly and wrapped your legs around his waist so that you wouldn't fall.

"Don't worry. I won't let you fall."

"Are you sure you can... your wound..."

"I can. I'm all healed, remember?"

You sobbed on his shoulder as he abruptly inserted his cock into you, preventing you from speaking. It felt so good! Sanemi moaned in your ear as he slowly let the pleasure build. He won't hold back this time.

As Sanemi lifted you up and down his cock, you couldn't help but be impressed by his strength. His thrusts were deeper this time, so to tease him, you clenched your pussy around his manhood, which made him moan loudly. "Fuck! Fuck!"

He couldn't take it anymore, so he placed you down on the table again and lifted your legs on his shoulders. He desperately desired to cum inside you, so he fucked you faster, nearly causing you to scream with pleasure. He didn't cover your mouth this time; he couldn't as he was too focused on how beautiful you are beneath him.

With the lascivious sound of your moaning and skin slapping, he can't help but feel his orgasm inside of him. You, on the other hand, are already feeling the tingles as you feel like cumming.

Sanemi smashed his lips on yours, and there, both of you cummed in unison. You squirmed as your cunt squirted on his cock while he released his seed inside of you. You felt like passing out as the high subsided. Sanemi finally pulled out, making his cum drip on the floor. But who would care? You're drunk on passion.

He lifted you and placed you on his lap as you embraced him tightly. You love this man so much, and you can't help but be happy that he is finally yours.

Sanemi ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. "You're such a good girl. Came four times for... sensei." He teased you, which made you blush.

"Y/N... when I saw you in trouble back then, I told myself that I wanted to protect you. And here we are now."

"Thank you, Sanemi." You said this as your eyes locked with each other. The wind blew over your naked bodies, making you feel the shivers, but then Sanemi embraced you and let you rest on his chest.

"You're just like me when I was younger, babe. I used to do everything for myself and Genya. I even worked back in college too, like you."

"So, you saw yourself in me?"

"Kind of. But you're better. So, I am trying to protect you from bad things. Even from myself... Because a part of me knows that it's wrong to like your student."

"But do you regret loving me now?" You asked, anxious as you watched Sanemi sigh.

"No. The thing that I regret most is trying to hurt you. You're not an easy girl, Y/N. Don't ever believe any of the shitty words I said before."

You smiled at him and kissed his lips. Feeling your strength once again, you slowly sat on his lap, facing him this time. "What I regret is hating you... I love you, Sanemi. Thank you for always saving me." You said it with tears falling from your eyes. You embraced him and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Shhh... Don't cry, babe. Please."

Sanemi lifted your head and wiped away your tears. He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek.

Eyes locked with each other again, you realised how your life would change today. And it'll change for the better with Sanemi by your side. Yes, the infamous Sanemi Shinazugawa fell in love with you, and you're happy with it.

"I love you, Sanemi."

"We're in school, baby." He teased, and that made you chuckle. So then,

"I love you, Shinazugawa-sensei."

"I'm just kidding! But I love you too, Y/N."

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[crimsonfic]

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 4

Chapter includes: Explicit language, Smut, Fluff,

You woke up to the smell of some tantalizing food. Your eyes fluttering open slowly as your lids still felt heavy with sleep. As you took in your surroundings you were confused. You were in Sanemi's room.

You were in Sanemi's room.

You woke up in Sanemi's room.

Sitting up quickly you looked around. The sun was beaming brightly into the room, despite the curtains being drawn, you were still naked. Memories of your clothes being torn coming back to you.

You were about to get up when Sanemi walked into the room with a bowl of hot steaming food. The smell that woke you, making your mouth water.

"Hey Sleepy head." Sanemi mumbled.

You would've been taken aback if you weren't so hungry. "Hey." You smiled up at him.

"Here." He said louder as he handed you the bowl.

"Thank you." You replied before digging in. Smiling at the fact that he brought you a spoon. "Where's yours?"

"I ate already." He replied "while I was out."

You simply nodded. You had so many questions, but you weren't going to ask them.

"You have to stay here." He told you suddenly.

Your eyebrow quirked up at his remark. "Forever?" You asked between bites. You were just joking but you were a little confused.

"No just until a little while later." He answered.

You smiled at him. Of course you knew that, you just wanted to mess with him. You nodded your head.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked.

Surprised but determined not to show it you nodded once more. "Really good. I didn't realize I was so tired."

Now it was his turn to nod.

As you continued eating he stayed standing beside the bed. Arms crossed as he mostly looked at the floor. He was always a little stand offish but you were getting subtle different vibes from him this time. You chocked it up to him being regretful for being rough with you, which is a surprise in and of itself.

"Why are you just standing there?" You smiled.

He shrugged.

"You don't want to sit down?"

"No not really."

"Oh okay." You nod, almost finished with your rice in the short amount of time.

"So you left me here?" You added as the room grew silent again.

Instead of rolling his eyes at you like you anticipated, his eyes widened before he quickly tried to cover it. "Yeah, is that problem?"

"No. It's just...really trusting of you to leave me here."

Now he rolls his eyes. "We see each other every single day. You think I don't trust you?"

You loved messing with Sanemi. He was so easy to annoy although you're sure partially your presence was annoying to him in general. "Well it's not that really, it's just....leaving me here gives strong boyfriend vibes."

There he was. The Sanemi you were used to. The Sanemi you loved despite how cold he could be.

He was holding the bridge of his noise. Teeth barred in annoyance, as if he was trying to get himself under control.

"You need to let that go. I don't want to hear that word from you today."

"What word? Boyfriend?"

He responded with a pointed glare at you.

"What? Maybe if you stopped acting like one I wouldn't have to suggest that's what you are."

"For fucks sake, shutup." He said.

You smiled finishing up your meal. When you were about to stand Sanemi stopped you. Reaching out for the bowl and gesturing irritably with his hand for you to hurry and give it to him when you froze.

He took it from you and left the room before coming back. Of course he came right back into his spot beside the bed, folding his arms like it was his job.

"Okay, why are you just standing there peering down at me. Am I in trouble?" You smile.

Sanemi adverts his eyes. He shrugs.

"Why are you so quiet? You usually talk more than this."

"I do not."

He's right. But you were messing with him. It was your second job after all.

"Why are you standing there? Afraid to sit with me?"

And the smallest flash of worry and hesitation passed across his features but you managed to catch it. It made your heart rate speed up. Reminding you of how gentle he was with you just a few hours ago as he bathed you.

"Hey, you know....about earlier....I'm not mad at you or anything right?"

His response you weren't ready for. You don't know what you expected but it wasn't for him to sound so.....tiny. Almost....saddened.

"Why?" Was all he said, but his tone spoke volumes.

"I-I know you didn't mean it."

"How?"

"You've never spoken to me like that before. You've never.....held me tighter than you needed to and never ignored me." You quickly added "never ignored me during sex I mean."

He slowly nodded. Sitting down beside the bed cross legged.

You could see his remorse...or maybe it was shame....radiating off of him.

You tried not to, you really did, but like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.

You laid down so you were right in front of him. Your head propped up on your arms.

"Do you....maybe want to talk about what upset you?"

You're not sure what was going through his head but you could see some sort of turmoil brewing behind his eyes. He gritted his teeth and crossed his arms once more. "Not really no."

"Okay." It was your turn to nod. You quickly changed the subject for him, not wanting him to sit in anger.

"You got some clothes for me to wear or am I just going to walk around your house naked?"

Sanemi, ever observant, saw that little glint in your eye. He chose to ignore it however, opting instead to stand and walk over to his dresser. He pulled out a robe and threw it at you.

"Thanks sexy." You laughed, sitting up to put it on.

"Don't start." He told you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just calling you by your name." You joked.

As you stood up, you realized that the robe almost fit you perfectly. But of course, Sanemi liked to show off his body of course he wouldn't buy a robe that could actually close over his deliciously sculpted chest.

"So, are you going to let me finally look around your house now that you've demanded I stay here for a while?"

"Sure." He answered walking over to his door.

You were stunned, but in an effort not to upset him, you kept your shock hidden. You followed behind him out to the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure you've seen this before."

"I've never been in your kitchen lover." You said casually looking around. It was a nice kitchen, and it was large. It was unsurprisingly clean as well. You learned in the last couple of months that although Sanemi himself was a storm, his cleanliness and home was not. It was spotless. Atleast what you could see, which was always the dark living room, his bedroom and his bathroom.

After the kitchen he walked you into the dining room. Which was also dark and clean. Accents of green popping out from paintings on the wall and small sculptures that comprised of leaves and bamboo. It was actually quite nice.

Next he lead you to another bathroom. It was simple, and this one had a shower. After, he led you upstairs. There were 2 other bedrooms and one bathroom.

"So that's it. Nothing special." He said as he led you back downstairs after letting you look through the bare rooms.

"And outside?"

"What the hell do you want to see outside for?"

"Don't you have a garden?"

"I guess."

"You guess that you have a garden?"

"I mean I guess that you want to see it."

You laughed at his words, and the bored look on his face. He shook his head but lead you out the back door, onto his veranda. In front of you was an expanse of lush green. There was a stone walkway leading to various areas of the garden. Looking down at your toes, you saw how shiny and nice the floor beneath you was. His backyard was massive and you didn't even know where to begin.

You pointed to this area off to the right where the large stoned walkway lead to a large space with a mixture of stone flooring and grass. There were rocks, some covered in moss, in various sizes, a large tree off to the side, and you couldn't help but think that it was a designated area for something. It just looked too cool not to be.

"What's that?"

"Um...the garden?" Sanemi furrowed his brows at you.

"No. No I mean like....why does it look so different from everything else?"

"Because it does."

You sighed. "Sanemi." You shook your head. "I hear water." You said suddenly.

"Yeah there's a pond back there."

You gasped. "Can I see it?"

"Sure." Sanemi shrugged.

Before he could stop you, you stepped down from the veranda barefooted, happily walking over to the large stone near you. You purposely stepped on the large rocks, making your way along the trail until you reached the back of the garden. The rock path went all along the long "pond" just before the gate signaling the end of his property. Along the gate were trees and more shrubbery, some sculptures placed here and there. It was beautiful back here. In the pond were more rocks strategically placed in differing tones of light and dark. When you saw a orange and white fish swim past you almost squealed in excitement. When a yellow one swam past you lost it.

"You have fish!?" You exclaimed, getting on the ground and leaning over the pond to look closely at them.

They were so cute, you've never seen fish like this in person. They looked almost elegant.

You sat staring at the fish as they swam, unfazed by your presence. When you caught a glimpse of an all white one you gasped again. Just how many fish does he have? You thought to yourself. You caught a glimpse of a black and white fish, and you got up to follow it. Fascinated by it as it swam slowly, all the way to the other end of the garden. Down here was a small bench, with a lamp post just behind it. With the sun out it was light enough to still see clearly but you can imagine with the cover of the large trees on this end, it would be pitch black here at night. You sat down on the bench. Taking a deep breath to inhale the fresh aroma and clean air around you. It was nothing like home.

You loved it.

As you sat you realized you zoned out. Your mind had gone completely blank and you had no idea how long you had been sitting there.

You got up quickly saying bye to the fish, before following the stone trail back to the house. When it came into view you could see Sanemi sitting just within the doorway.

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Sanemi's POV

"She lives." I said sarcastically as she came walking back towards the house. She was out there for 30 minutes.

"Sorry." She laughed. "I zoned out by accident. Why didn't you tell me you had fish?"

She's so fucking cute. How the fuck can she be cute and sexy all at the same time? She's going to be the death of me.

"They're just fish." I told her watching her step back up onto the veranda.

"Your fish. I didn't know you had any why didn't you tell me." She repeated slightly pouting as if I was holding some big secret from her.

"They're not my fish. They're just fish."

"You bought them didn't you? And they live here at your house in your pond. They're family. They're your fish." She said walking over to me.

I did my best to hold in the exasperated sigh I had for her. They certainly were not my family, but I guess they were my fish.

I gestured for to sit down.

She obeyed , saying nothing but searching my face for an explanation.

I pulled over the bucket from beside me and then held my hand out to her. She was about to give me her hand when I pushed it away.

"Your foot."

"My foot?" She asked but lifted it out to me.

As expected it was filthy. I grabbed it and began scrubbing it with the sponge from the bucket. She bit her lip turning her head to the side.

"Grow up." I told her.

"Sorry." She mumbled still holding her laugh in. When I finished I dropped her foot in my lap and then started on the other. When I finished she let out a big breath.

"Child."

"Shutup." She smiled.

"Next time, put some slippers on before you go out."

"Okay." She answered.

I pulled her up with me, grabbing the bucket before leading her back into the house with me.

I went to dump the water in the shower while she stopped in the living room. When I came back out she was leaning down looking at my beetle in his terrain.

"What's this bug called again?" She asked pointing to it.

"You ask a lot of questions."

She only turned to look at me, an expectant look on her face.

I walked over towards her and sat on the couch. "It's a rhinoceros beetle."

"Does it bite?"

"Stick your hand in there and find out."

I wasn't expecting her to really do it, but she did. He began hissing.

"You're pissing him off."

"Oh." She said abruptly taking her hand out. "Sorry Beetle sir." She said lightly tapping the glass.

Fucking cute. Ugh.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked moving to sit on the couch opposite me.

"No."

"I have work tonight. So I'll have to get going soon."

For some reason, I felt discomfort in my chest. But I spoke anyway. "Okay."

She cocked her head at me. "So, what exactly am I waiting for?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I'm not going to tell her. It's supposed to be a gift. She's gonna have to wait and see.

"If you don't want me to leave you can just say that. I wouldn't be surprised that you're finally acknowledging your feelings for me."

I was choking. Choking on my own spit. She was a mess. It was only after I stopped choking that I realized she was waiting for me to say something.

"Shutup." Was all I could manage, making her laugh out loud.

She laid back on the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles. "Thank you." She said suddenly.

I didn't ask what she meant. I knew what she was referring to. She's only been begging with her stupid fucking expressive eyes to stay over here and spend time with me since we started having sex.

"Don't think you can stay all the time. I don't need any distractions."

"I don't need any distractions." She mocked me in an obnoxiously low voice that didn't sound anything like mine.

I gave her the finger, to which she only waved me off.

"Sanemi?" She spoke after some time passed of us sitting in silence.

"What?"

"Tell me something about you, that nobody else knows."

"We fuck everyday."

She sighed heavily and I felt no remorse. This is not a conversation we are going to have.

It appeared she was going to drop the topic though. "What should we do?" She asked, repositioning herself on the couch so that now she was laying flat on her back, eyes up at the ceiling.

I shrugged.

"You want to go somewhere?"

"You don't have any clothes right now."

"Oh yeah." She said rolling her eyes. "I think I know what we can do."

"What?"

Instead of answering with words, she uncrossed her legs, obnoxiously seductive somehow, and began to rub slow circles against her clit.

It shouldn't have surprised me. The fucking minx was insatiable. But it still managed to take me by surprise anyway. She opened her legs giving herself better access. I could only watch her as she touched herself. It was so hot the way she seemed perfectly into it. Sounds of her slick filling the room in the short amount of time.

Fuck it, I thought as I sat up to get a better look at her. Just a few seconds later she pushed one pretty finger deep inside her core, letting out an equally pretty moan.

That was enough for me. I got up to close the distance between us. Sitting between her legs, I lost the little amount of restraint I had. I pulled her hand from her cunt and leaned forward until I could taste her. Licking a fat strip up her clit, savoring her sweet essence, earned me the cutest fucking whimper.

I lapped up all that she gave me, licking and sucking on her perfect clit. Her sounds motivating me to continue. She could go for a while, I learned in my time with her, so it surprised me when she came so quickly. It had only been maybe 4 minutes.

I looked up at her. Disappointed in her inability to last longer for me because I was enjoying myself. Enjoying her. "What the hell was that?"

A small smile appeared on her face as she let out a little huff of air. "Sorry. I don't know, you're just so skilled San."

My eyebrow quirked, caught off guard. "San?"

"Yeah." She smiled more.

I wanted to tell her not to shorten my name. It would've irked me if someone else would've done it. But I didn't feel irritated by her doing it.

I pushed the thought out of my head as I stood to untie my robe. It was no time at all before I was back between her legs, grabbing onto her hips and pushing into her sopping core.

She gasped as I bottomed out. I rolled my eyes though I felt no annoyance. "You act like you don't know what to expect."

"Just feels so good." She murmured grabbing onto my wrists.

When she pulled them, I got the message. I placed my hands on either side of her head, as much as the couch would allow before leaning over her, burying myself deeper into her. She responded with another small gasp, before biting her lip.

I inwardly shook my head at her. She had a way of acting like it was our first time doing this together. I however, liked the sound, so I kept my pace slow, pushing my self as deep as her heat would allow each thrust, letting the tip of my head rest again that soft gummy wall inside of her that always made her gasp or squeak. A small almost unnoticeable shudder happened each time I slowly pulled away from my favorite spot. It was fascinating watching her. Rewarding even. No one had ever been this expressive before. Sure they've been loud, they've scratched my back, they've screamed, some cried, they shook and trembled too, but somehow always remained anxious.

But her, she was completely relaxed. Every part of her reacted to me simultaneously but softly. She was comfortable. It's something I can't quite explain but it's like she would completely melt, or like she was always fully giving herself to me. Fully immersed into what we were doing together.

I let my eyes rake over her perfect body beneath me. She looked so soft; she was; always. I leaned down on my forearm, shifting my weight to rest on the one arm while I let my left hand roam across her. I gathered her perfect breast into my palm, squeezing softly what I held. Her breathing hitched momentarily at the action. She let out one of those cute whimpers I like when I squeezed again.

Releasing her from my palm I trailed down her side, my thumb grazing along the softness of her abdomen, all the way down until I reached her hip. I softly squeezed her here too. I didn't realize that while watching her, to wait for her reaction I had stopped my strokes. It wasn't until she spoke.

"Sanemi please." She whined. But it wasn't annoying, and it didn't piss me off. It was cute.

"Sorry." I answered quietly, heat rising to my ears. Luckily her eyes have been closed so she couldn't see me. I made sure to keep my thrusts measured this time, not letting my admiring of her body distract me from fucking her.

Damn it, what the fuck is wrong with me. That's literally what I'm doing. Admiring her. Fucking hell.

I put my hand back up beside her before shifting my weight back over her, now on both forearms, the heat from her body rolling into mine.

I was caught off guard by her hands softly grabbing onto my sides, gently pulling me closer to her. "You're so good San." She mumbles, a small smile on her face as she watches where I disappear into her.

I ignore her compliment focused now on how close we were and how good it feels inside her. Her thumbs gently rubbed against my abdomen and it felt like too much. My hips stuttered, it caught me off guard again. She was being gentle with me. Admiring me.

My suspicions were confirmed when she brought both of her palms up the planes of my chest, beginning to caress me. I wanted to roll my eyes at her but the look in her eyes stopped me. She looked to be mesmerized. Instead of feeling confident and maybe repulsed like I would if it was some other woman I felt shy.

Like a fucking loser.

She let her hands glide to my back. The sound of her slick still the loudest in the room. When I felt her hands travel down to my hips pulling me deeper I felt turned on all over again, a small growl leaving my throat on its own.

I wasn't looking at her, purposely, but I could hear her smirk. I let my gaze meet her face this time, only to find her already looking at me. Before I could look away she let out the prettiest moan I've ever heard. Her eyes fluttered closed as I made sure to repeat the stroke. She quickly bit her lip, holding back a whine it seemed like.

I kept up my pace watching her face as I fucked her. Nice and slow. The way she loved apparently.

When a rather abrupt shudder went through her, I knew she was close. Her legs clamped against mine, her grip on me tightened and her breaths became short pants. Her walls were milking me for everything I had. I had to bury my face in her neck, to keep quiet. I bit her neck as I came, or else I would've made a fool of myself. I would've moaned louder than her.

I felt her come before hearing her come. It felt like a waterfall. Followed by the sound of her sinful moans.

As I sat waiting for her to finish I realized she wasn't stopping. She was still trembling, still holding me tight and still moaning.

Her brows furrowed cutely as each tremor shook her.

A surge of pride began building in my chest, realizing she was having this long of a response. She was overstimulated and it was quickly making me grow back hard.

I couldn't help myself as I pushed myself deeper into her.

"Oh fuck. Sa-San-Sanemi!" She said, her legs trembling more.

That was all the motivation I needed to keep fucking her. And this time it only took a minute tops for us to come together again.

"Thank you." She mumbled hugging me briefly as I rested atop of her.

"For what? Fucking you?" The tiredness of my voice pissed me off but I ignored it.

"Yes." She laughed.

"Anytime." I answered playfully before pulling out to stand up. "We made a huge mess on this couch." I said as I absently held my hand out to help her up.

"Sorry. I'll clean it."

"Good. Damn minx ruining my furniture."

Her answering laugh was loud.

And cute.

I hated it.

I didn't realize I was still holding her hand until we got to my bathroom. I quickly let go and grabbed a cloth, running it under the faucet. I handed it to her before wetting another for myself.

She remained quiet as we cleaned ourselves but I could honestly feel the questions she wanted to ask me.

"What?" I asked.

She made a face. One of confusion before speaking. "Are you hearing things? I didn't say nothin'."

"No, I know. But you want to. I can feel it, so what is it?"

She giggled. An actual fucking giggle.

"I'm just thinking about how handsome you are. No questions."

"Don't start." I told her while tying up my robe. "Put your cloth in there." I pointed over to my hamper beside the sink before walking out of the bathroom.

Not long after she came into the room behind me.

"What are you looking at?" She asked now standing beside me at the window.

"Nothing."

She shrugged and stepped closer to me, following my gaze.

"You have a really nice house." She spoke after a few moments of silence. "A really cool yard too. I like how it's hidden almost."

I looked at her. Her eyes were scanning across the front. Considering she's come here almost everyday for 2 months, you'd think she'd be less dorky about it.

"You walk through the yard everyday to get here. Don't be weird like you've never seen it before."

She faked a look of shock. "Oh hush San, I'm just saying. I know I've never told you so I'm telling you now."

"Mhm." I answered.

She tightened her robe and then turned to leave the room, but not before pushing me.

I didn't pay her any mind and I relished in the newfound absence. I needed to think.

There were too many thoughts in my head, conflicting thoughts, and it was driving me mad.

—————

You were sitting on the veranda out back when Sanemi finally came to you.

"Your clothes are ready." His voice, deep and demanding, called.

You stood and followed him back inside. When he gestured to a pile of folded clothes you pursed your lips in confusion.

"What's all of that?" You asked.

Sanemi grumbled something under his breath. You only stared at him, waiting expectantly.

"It's yours. I....I'm sorry about your dress. I got more to make it up to you. Because it was a really nice dress. These aren't as nice as what you usually wear but it's the best I could get it in just one day." By now he's almost rubbed the skin on his neck completely off with his nervous movement.

"Sanemi..." you started, surprised. "I....thank you." You settled for the shortest answer. Coming from Sanemi this was a big deal. Not to mention the quality of the fabrics were clearly top tier.

"She um...tried to fix the one I tore but she said it would take her more time."

"Thank you." You repeated with a nod, letting your hand graze down the folded pile gently. "I guess I'll get dressed."

You grabbed the one on top, it was a deep red, and went into his bathroom. After getting it on, you were surprised at how well it fit you. It was very comfortable and although it wasn't your usual style it was pretty.

"What do you think?" You asked Sanemi when you came back to the living room.

He nodded his head quickly, eyes darting all over your figure, taking in the ensemble.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I do."

He nodded his head in finality. "Okay."

After a few beats of silence you spoke. "I guess that I'll get going. I have a show tonight and have to get ready."

"Alright." Sanemi said from his place beside the couch.

You gathered all of your new clothes and tried your best to ignore the big heavy sinking feeling in your chest.

"I'll um....see you tomorrow?" You said as you walked over to the door.

"Yeah. Tomorrow." he answered.

"Okay. Have a good evening Sanemi." You slid your feet into your shoes and grabbed the door handle.

You're used to Sanemi being quiet, you're used to him not responding to basic courtesy's, but for some reason the silence this time was leaving a dull ache in your heart.

At this realization, you were quick to get away from there.

This is bad you thought, as you hurried out and down the walk way to the outer gate.

You were so attached. Too attached.

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Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw Sanemi in the crowd during your performance. You knew you were feeling his stormy presence but when your eyes landed on him you almost lost your breath and was just slightly off key on your note. Of course no one noticed but the boys.

You winked at Brass's questioning expression in an effort to let him know you were fine. You continued your performance without anymore mess ups.

It was to your surprise that when the crowd dispersed Sanemi was still there. He appeared to be waiting for you.

"We'll pack up, you can go talk to your boo thing." Brass playfully batted his lashes at you from where he knelt at his cases.

"Thanks." You smiled before walking down the stairs at the back of the stage. You felt nervous as you made your way back to the front to meet him. You don't see him twice in one day often, and if you do, he's usually gone before the performance ends, but now he's waiting for you. What could that mean?

Nevertheless, you smile when you reach him. "Hey."

"Hey." He replied. His hands were in his pockets and he wore loose gray pants and a loosely tied matching top.

"Did you like the show?" You asked.

"Yeah I did."

You nodded. The question you wanted to ask you thought might upset him so you let it sit on your tongue, contemplating whether you should ask or not.

"Your hair."

"Oh, yeah. I uh straightened it." You smoothed down your freshly styled hair. Patting down the areas that felt poofy from sweating while performing. Normally you would've styled it but you ran out of time to do anything special.

Sanemi's stormy eyes had not met yours yet, instead he's been taking in your appearance slowly. Looking everywhere but your face.

"Hm. Did it take a...long time?"

A question about your day. That was new.

"Yes actually." You smiled.

"Hm. So you made it back in time?"

"I did."

"You have plans for the night?"

Those subtle nerves turned into big butterflies. Filling your belly so much it was almost uncomfortable.

"I don't." You paused. You wanted to ask why. Tease him and ask if he was trying to take you on a date, but your newfound nerves would not let you.

"Good."

Your heartbeat was erratic at this point. It only worsened as he finally met your gaze.

"Why?"

Sanemi gave an exasperated look. "You know the answer. Now come on." He responded walking the direction to your home. Once you got there he quietly follows you to your room.

"Grab some clothes." He told you as he stood in the doorway.

You didn't ask him to specify, you simply grabbed something you would wear on a typical day. After putting all your things in your bag you turned to look at him.

He nodded once and then turned to leave the room. Strolling downstairs like he owned the place. When you walked out you ran into the guys.

"What's going on here, you two having a sleepover?" Frank asked, a smile on his face.

"Yep." Sanemi replied not faltering at all in his stride.

The shock on their faces was clear. You felt it too. You've never spent the night with him and he also usually ignores remarks like that; the kind that suggest there is anything more between you two besides sex.

"Well have fun you two. See you later." Frank answered.

You waved at him giddily while Muddy shook his head playfully. "Wrap it up." He said.

Rolling your eyes at him you waved him off.

Of course Sanemi paid no attention to any of you as he lead the way.

You walked in silence not wanting to irritate Sanemi, eyes taking in the familiar route around you.

When you made it back to his house, you stood quietly in the entryway as he locked the door and slid his shoes off. He took your small bag out of your hands and then walked into his bedroom. You still stood in the entryway wondering if you were supposed to follow him or not. There was nothing left to wonder as he came back out and walked over to one of the couches in the living room; propping his feet up on the coffee table.

Before he could say anything you joined him, however sitting on the couch opposite him.

Sanemi crossed his arms behind his head and stared at you.

"So? What do you usually do when you invite women over?"

"I don't."

"Oh so this is new?"

"Obviously."

You cracked a smile. "Why?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. You ask a lot of questions."

"Not enough really."

"Hah, humor me."

"How old are you Mr. Sanemi?"

Despite your playful nature, Sanemi's eyes opened wide and he dropped his hands from his head.

"21....you?"

You told him and watched as he sat back, returning to his relaxed posture.

"Okay." He answered. "What else do you want to know?"

"Anything you want to share."

Sanemi only stared at you. Unsure of what he wanted to tell you. What could he tell you? None of it matters really.

"Actually, you don't have to say anything. I'm sorry." You spoke up with thoughts of your own life filling your mind. Your experiences are certainly things you wouldn't want to share, so it was probably for the best not to pry with him.

With narrowed eyes Sanemi leaned forward. "Why?"

"Just....doesn't really matter right now. You'll tell me when you're ready. Right?"

He nodded in acknowledgement.

"Good." You smiled. "Now. I must say I'm very excited for this sleepover. Is there anything in particular you want to do?"

His shoulders raised and then dropped just as quickly. "I don't know."

"Do you want to sit out in the garden with me?" A small smile on your lips as he pondered your question.

"Sure." He answered eventually, prompting you to stand.

You walked to the back door and waited for Sanemi to join you. You'd forgotten that he said not to go out without slippers until he dropped a pair at your feet.

"Thanks!" You beamed after sliding them on and opening the door.

Sanemi followed behind you as you walked to the back of the garden. You gestured for him to take a seat on the bench while you got down on the ground and peered into the path like pond. A smile took over your face as the all black fish came your way.

From where he was seated, he just observed you. Wondering why you were so excited about these damn fish. He could practically hear you smiling.

He let you watch in awe, all entranced, for a long while before his first question came to mind.

"Do you not see fish where you're from?"

It didn't go unnoticed to Sanemi, the way your shoulders tensed up.

"No."

It also didn't go unnoticed that there seemed to be a further explanation on the tip of your tongue. So Sanemi stayed silent. Waiting.

When you did finally speak your voice was monotone. Void of any emotion or humor, so unlike how you usually speak.

"I couldn't go to the lake in town."

"Why?"

"Wasn't safe." You let your finger tips tap gently atop the pond.

"Why?"

Where you're from, no one would ask why. They would know. They would know exactly why.

How do you explain to a foreigner that where you come from you aren't wanted there? Although you were born there, your family before you were purposely brought there, you were despised. Hated. The worst of the worst.

You settled for the easiest answer. "People don't come back home from the lake."

"Demons?" Sanemi asked. His curiosity genuinely piqued.

"You can say that." You laughed humorously.

You didn't know this, but thats when it clicked for Sanemi. Hearing that hard laugh.

The silence that followed wasn't tense. It was sad. But you didn't want to sit in it for too long.

"Did you eat dinner?" You asked him suddenly.

"No. You?"

"Yes. I can make you something if you want."

"Aren't you a guest?"

"I guess, but i don't mind. I'd like to really."

"Do you even know how to cook?"

You turned to look at him, a look of sarcasm on your face.

"Please boy, do you know who I am?"

Eyebrow cocked in amusement. "I guess you'll have to show me, because I don't know."

"Tuh, say less." You replied standing from your spot. "Watch me work." You added before marching into the house, discarding your slippers at the door.

When you reached the kitchen, you wasted no time scavenging his fridge and cabinets. You pulled out many things, most you weren't too familiar with if you're being honest but, you could figure it out as you go.

While you cooked Sanemi watched from the counter he'd leaned against, his eyes intently watching everything you threw together. A lot of the practices you used were quite different from what he was used to. He was intrigued.

"Now.....here. Try this." You said as you scooped the steaming food into a bowl.

"A curry?"

"A gumbo." You corrected. Now it was your to watch him carefully.

Sanemi took the bowl carefully into his hands glancing at it curiously.

"Now it may not taste the way I was hoping, you have different spices than I typically use. I'll have to cook for you at my place another time maybe."

Sanemi nodded and then finally tasted what you served him.

His eyes widened briefly and he peered up at you.

"Well?"

Sanemi's heart hammered at the hopeful look in your eye.

Why did you care about pleasing him so much? Who cares what he thinks?

You were going to be the death of him. He knew it.

"It's good." He answered moving to sit at his small table in the living room.

It's going to be a long night. Sanemi thought as he fought not to be affected by the beautiful warm and pleased smile you wore at his response.

It's just one night. I can stay in control of myself for one night. Sanemi said to himself.

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Maybe if we tried, we could.

Note: i wrote this for fun only, i apologize for any wrong grammar and wrong spellings.

"Maybe if we tried, we could."

Sanemi x Reader(genderless)

Short angst

Sanemi a hardworking 2nd greatest pillar among all, with his great determination of killing all of the existing demons especially muzan, he had thrown away all the joy and happines in his life, Especially you.

He denied your feelings countless of times thingking he'd die anyways it'll hurt less for you, that love wasn't essential in achieving his goals, that he doesnt need someone in his life, that being with someone is a hindrance, but he's wrong.

-

After countless of heartbreaks, rejection, harsh words from him pushing you away, you finally made up your mind that he will never reciprocate what you feel. So you moved on, accepting that the man you love never loves you.

Moving on was hard, especially when you're always seeing each other. Missions, trainings, reunions, are always together. After months- rather a year you moved on already (you actually havent deep inside)

-

After defeating muzan, all of his demon had also died with him. Now all the demons are gone, what else is your purpose? No job, no lover, no life?

You, giyuu, and sanemi are the only pillars left, as all of the other died fighting ti'll the end. You we're relieved that sanemi is still alive, even if your love is still hopeless.

-

Years had passed you had your family, 2 children and a significant other. You love your lover dearly and especially your two childrens, they're the best thing that happens to you after all those hardship you faced.

Then.. you met him again, sanemi. He's with a kid? He has a kid too.. it stings a little to your heart, after all these years you still love him from the bottom of your heart, he still has a place in you heart, he never left you mind, that you hoped he'd ask you to love him.

"Sanemi!" You shouted waving at him, seeing his face brings back old memories. He gave you a shocked reaction after years you were reunited again. "I see you have kids now? 2 kids wow" he teased. "Yeah, you also have a kid too?" You asked.

-

"We'll yeah, i have a kid too, only son you see" he said lying to you, it was actually a random kid following him around. Seeing you with a family hurts his heart like it was stabbed by a katana countless of times. That he wished it was him, that if he wasnt a jerk it was him beside you, that it shoul've been him.

"Hey baby, i got what you asked me" your lover appeared behind you. "Oh yeah, thanks. This is Sanemi my co-pillar btw" you said happily. "Oh yeah i heard about you alot, sir. I really admire you" you lover offered him a hand.

"Thank you," he said giving a fake smile hiding his hurt feelings "We'll you see i gotta pick up my wife, see you around y/n" he lied again. "Yeah you too, nemi" as you and your lover left with your 2 childrens.

Nemi, how he loves to hear the nickname you call him, after all these years he get to hear you say that again to him. "Are you officially adopting me?!" the short kid says with excitement. "Shut up, just act" he grunts.

He actually cares, he just cant show it. Maybe, just maybe he confessed and stopped being a jerked he woudn't be a single ass. All these years he cant get himself to date other people, they just cant match you.

-

"Just maybe if he tried, we could. But its already too late now."

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

It's not an odd occurrence to spend the night with all of your friends, especially right before some kind of mission, but there was one time that was absolutely unforgettable for you. You had always thought Sanemi was handsome, I mean, who doesn't, but you never thought he'd actually pay enough attention to ever notice. But I guess, when it's being smacked right in his face, it's a bit hard to ignore.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content

1, 2, 3, 4, 5(nsfw) . THE END

I DO NOT OWN DEMON SLAYER OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated August 4, 1:00pm est)

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Heavily thinking about Sanemi dragging you into a random room of the butterfly estate after a pillar meeting. He's frustrated especially since you haven't seen each other in a couple of months. Considering that fact that he thinks this wing of the estate is empty he doesn't exactly feel the need to be quiet. That's until he hears footsteps, the familiar hum of the insect pillar roaming the halls of her estate. Sanemi slapping his hand over your mouth, pressing his own lips to the back of his hand in attempt to keep himself quiet with you. The way his chest would heave, sweat dripping down his temple as he kept you pressed up against the wall. Your foreheads are touching, your eyes wide with the thought of getting caught while Sanemi is more or less planning an escape route. The tension as her humming gets louder, footsteps passing the door without pausing. Slowly it fades again, Sanemi's hand is lifting, replacing it with his own lips.

"You think she heard us?" he panted as he pulled away, face turning red has he moved his hips again. "D-definitely... It's probably why she came down here..." Naturally you were right, having to pass the insect pillar on your way out. "Next time, just ask if I have a spare room..." Sanemi hadn't realized he was doing a walk of shame, ears turning red as he followed you out the door. Not able to lift his head as you began apologizing, feet picking up their pace in an attempt to get away from the soft laughter of the estate's owner.

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[muzanswaifu]

Vexing Love

Sanemi x Florist!Fem!Reader

18+

For @captaineelliee

Request: "SO BASICALLY READER IS A FLORIST — LOVES EVERYTHING FLOWERS. LOVES NATURE. SHE VEGAN. AND THEN DADDY SANEMI OVER HERE IS *EHEM EHEM* ALLERGIC TO POLLEN 😍 YES POLLEN. HE’S INTO HER OBVIOUSLY BUT HOW CAN HE GET NEAR HER WHEN SHES ALWAYS SURROUNDED WITH FLOWERS AND POLLEN GETS ONTO HER CLOTHES LIKE EVERYTIME"

This request was soooooo cute to work on 😭 I went through about 100000 plot ideas just to get to this one bc I literally could not choose lmaoooo, hope you enjoy the one i chose! 😉

Sfw Warnings: Fluff, enemies to lovers, tsundere (both sides), crushes, Sanemi has allergies, allergies are curable in this universe idk science, science doesn't exist, awkwardness, yn is mean cuz she desperately needs ****, yn then gatekeep girlboss gaslights her way into some ****

Nsfw Warnings: Suggestive comments, pining, Smut, oral sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, cunnilingus, dry humping, vaginal sex, creampies, cockwarming, praise kink, degradation kink, body worship

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Breathe.

Just breathe for now. Breath until it's time to turn the corner. Breath until you can't even hold it anymore. Breathe.

Almost there, he'd just have to hold it in his lungs for a moment, nothing more. And even then, what was a whiff or two? Nothing he couldn't handle. He was just popping in for a quick visit.

He wrapped around the building slowly, taking his time with deep, precious breathes and savoring the cool air. Spring was always so pleasant even if the lingering scent of florals and pollen stung his lungs like acid. The moment he caught a whiff of the sweet perfume, he swallowed, clutching his breathe in his throat like air under water. He was good at hiding his weaknesses. He'd had plenty of practice.

When his mauve eyes finally met hers, he rose to life.

It was like something clicked in his brain every time he saw her, as if just being near her got his gears turning. Being with her was like chewing taffy. It was kind of hard to eat and always stuck to your teeth, super annoying, but somehow you always grabbed for that second piece, deeming the rich, savory flavor worth all the trouble. She smiled when she saw him.

"Well hey you," she leered, a single brow raised as she fluffed up the daisies that laid on the front table at the entrance of her shop. "You finally gonna buy something or are you just here to nag? I'm gonna start charging you by the minute y'know." The sly sparkle in her eye made his gut twist, sweat beginning to collect in his already clammy palms. He shoved them into his pocket before she could see.

"Nah, just here to see if this place is still fuckin' dead like it always is. No surprises there."

She scoffed, turning her head away in distaste, her hair wagging to the side so gently he wanted to fucking touch it, to run his hands through it and mess it all up. He didn't care if it smelled like flowers either. He'd enjoy either way.

"You're such an asshole! Maybe if you'd stop scaring away all my customers, I'd get more business," she hissed at him. He laughed at the insult, forcing himself to move along with it, despite the thoughts that ate at him slowly.

She thinks you're ugly

He shook his head of the stupid assumption, instead lingering to stare at today's attire. She wore purple today, a soft shade of lavender that went quite nicely with the hair piece she dawned. The homemade fabric clung tightly to her figure, the grains tastefully swirling around her body in the uniform pattern. The sleeves of this yukata seemed to be floral themed as well as the ends tattered along into delicate petal shapes. He liked this one more than her others. It was -

"Flashy."

She turned to him with a confused look, eye twitching. "What did you just say?"

"You look flashy," he repeated curtly, casting his eyes away. Compliments were hard to make, so she should appreciate that he put in the effort honestly.

"Flashy?"

"Yeah."

"So I look too flashy to you?" she inquired, crossing her arms and cocking her hip with a glare. This wasn't going how he thought it would. Shouldn't she be thanking him or something?

"Uh no," he shrugged, "just the right amount."

She turned away from him, bundles of flowers in her arms that were wilted and grey, ready to be thrown out, comically mirroring her patience. He could see the clench to her jaw and strain to her temple.

"You're so... - so clueless!" She stomped off angrily into the shop.

Sanemi was taken aback by her vexed response, hesitantly going in after her. He hadn't even noticed how scratchy his throat and nose had gotten with his distraction. How was she angry? He'd heard Tengen give his wives that line over a million times, and they practically dropped their panties on the spot. Did he say it wrong or something?

"What did I do?" he called after her.

"Let me guess, you're gonna say I smell weird again too?" she remarked, recalling the instance he'd first met her all that time ago when he'd said the damning words, so unused to the smell of roses as he'd avoided them without a second thought. But he hadn't had a reason risk the exposure then.

He felt bad, truly. He didn't want her to think he was insulting her. He didn't want the relationship his parents had, his father constantly demeaning his mother to keep her confidence low enough that she always saw him as better than. Sanemi wanted to make her feel good about herself! She deserved praise from time to time.

"It was a compliment!"

"In what world?" she asked dramatically. He could see how her posture was cringed now, as if to hide herself from him. But the stance was short-lived as she turned back around, finished with dumping her spoiled product.

"You're lucky I don't care what you think," she announced, fixing her hair, "Because I know I look good."

He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed. No, she was lucky she was fun to be around sometimes, or he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

He intended to continue their bickering until he'd felt his throat close, the spacing narrow and whistling with every breathe. He shut his mouth quickly, turning the way he came and walking away, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. (Y/n) noticed his fleeing when he was already halfway around the corner.

"Sanemi? Sanemi, where are you going?!" She continued to call after him, but he went on, his face shifting to red.

He inserted the syringe into himself containing his "medicine" when he reached the safety of the foliage, calming himself and controlling his breathing until his felt his lungs open up again.

Shinazugawa held his own in a normal natural environment, and when his allergies did manage to act up on occasion, he'd always had some light treatments on hand. But being surrounded by pure allergens was something he couldn't handle in excess, his tolerance getting worse and worse with each visit.

When he'd first met her, his endurance was acceptable. He'd managed to survive when the crazy woman had dragged him into her shop for the first time on his routine town visit, pressuring him to buy something. And when he'd denied her, throwing his little insult of her smell, he assumed that would be his cause of death rather than his allergy. From then on, every time he'd pass by, she always berated him, hurling offense after offense at him. He hadn't responded the first few times, but eventually it got to him. The short arguments grew into long visits of banter. He was retired, so it wasn't like he had anywhere to be anyway. And her company was nice sometimes. She wasn't always annoying. She occasionally gave a warm side comment about his glowing complexion that day or lended an ear when he wanted to rant about how stupid his "friends" were. While she always gave him shit about his "animal-based diet" and a lecture about becoming vegetarian, he'd also admired her passion about those things, how fired up she'd get when she'd see someone eating a piece of meat with no remorse. It was... kinda cute.

And he had become addicted far before he'd realized it, his day ruined whenever he hadn't seen her in a while or saw something that reminded him of her. And he knew his feelings had to be true when he went to fucking Uzui for help. His assistance was as useless as it was embarrassing, essentially telling him to dick her down as soon as possible. His wives had given him some genuine advice on his way out, but damn was that guy a pain to deal with.

But even with his recognition of his own heart, it wasn't like his weakness took the hint. He could hardly handle ten minutes being around her now, his lungs becoming so swelled that it nearly killed him each time. He wanted to live to see his life with her, if it were possible. And he decided to finally do something about it.

"I suppose there is something I can do," voiced Kanao, the girl sorting through her collection of herbs and remedies. Thankfully the Butterfly Estate had been fairly calm today, allowing him the audience he needed.

"While you may still have the occasional reaction, I have a thirty-day schedule of injections that get your immune system used to the allergen while simultaneously reinforcing it," she explained gently. She reminded him of the Kochos a lot these days. "But there are some drawbacks. The beginning may be a bit much to bear through, but over time the effects should calm. You must take it every morning at relatively the same time, and please give your body time to recuperate. You need stay away from any histamines for at least a week, as well. This includes any dander, molds, or pollen."

He gulped anxiously.

"That's just advice thought, right?"

She blinked confused, looking him in the eye.

"No."

On the walk home, he readied his excuses for when he saw the florist next. She'd no doubt grill him for answers when he'd have to ghost her for the next few days. He was busy? No, no she wouldn't accept that. She'd believe it, but she'd be angry at him for not giving her any attention for so long. He was sick? Maybe, but she would definitely look down on him for being so weak as to need recuperation time. But it wouldn't even matter how mad she'd be at him for his absence. He'd finally be able to prolong his time with her. Take her out on dates. Cuddle together. Do... other stuff together. It would take time to build up the relationship, but he had no doubt that she returned his feelings. He saw the way she looked at him, the way she'd purse her lips and flush when her eyes fell to his fit chest, the way she'd bat her lashes at him when she'd catch him studying her as well. She'd even told him that she only liked big, stupid guys. He definitely wasn't stupid, but he got the idea.

It would only be a matter of time now before it was all possible. Almost there.

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She brewed over his disappearance, questioning why Shinazugawa had been gone all of five days now. Surely, she hadn't hurt his feelings that much the last time she'd seen him. But maybe it was a possibility as her mother had always complained of how rude she was. But Sanemi was used to it by now, right? Okay, perhaps she was a bit mean, but he was just so stupid sometimes! Flashy? That was considered a compliment to him? It was his fault for not knowing better.

But, none-the-less, she pouted, joylessly selling to a few customers before deciding to close up shop early today. She should go give him a visit. Just to make sure he's alive, of course. Not because she missed him or anything...

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This was torture. He remembered that Kanao had said it was gonna get bad but not this bad. Even he was struggling, and he'd been tortured by demons for fuck's sake. He hacked all day, his skin rashed up, he had to take several trips to the bath to steam his swollen throat open enough so he could breathe. It made sense why he couldn't get more exposure to aggitants. It probably would've killed him.

But he kept going, reminding himself of why this was all worth it. How amazing it would be to sniff her hair and kiss her lips. How soft she would feel in his hands and against his calloused, rough flesh. He wanted to know how her neck tasted, how her perfume smelled when it wasn't suffocating him. He'd spend all of eternity just studying her and everything that made her so... so... vexing.

A knock at his door tore him from his fantasies. Who the hell could that be? He left the bathroom, staggering toward the door and fixing his falling robe simultaneously. Was it Kanao? But she was always so busy, why the hell would she come out here?

Sanemi weakly opened the door, eyes going wide.

"Surprise!"

He stumbled back, throwing a hand over his nose and mouth. Just the slight breeze that came, wafting her scent to him was enough to make him choke. Oh, fuck that hurt.

"I thought you were dead or something, so I came to check on you! I know, I'm so nice," (Y/n) purred, obviously pleased with herself. "I brought flowers just in case you'd need a quick burial - Lilies! Always gotta be prepared, y'know?" She shoved them toward him carelessly, distracted with his horrid appearance.

"What the hell happened to you?" she questioned, her eyes scrunching in disgust. He looked like he actually had died.

"G-get out..." he croaked, feebly pushing her away. His vision began to get blurry with his poorly received oxygen.

"You need help 'Nems. Let me-"

"No!" he shouted abruptly, the woman flinching back in shock. She'd never actually heard him... yell at her before.

"G-get the f-fuck outta here!" He pushed at her again, causing her to trip back and fall onto the graveled path. Tears stung her eyes as her bottom bruised. He turned back to the door, tossing the bundle of lilies away onto the dirt and slugging back into the house, coughing violently as he went.

Another wave of daze passed through her body as he slammed the door closed, the loud sound sending a jolt up her spine. Her mouth still hung open.

It seemed like years before she slowly rose up, body still trembling. Her walk home was silent. But not literal silence, the journey would've been silent regardless since it would've been only herself as company - this was mindless, empty, meaningless, lifeless silence. Not a single thought managed to pass through her skull, her movements relying solely on muscle-memory. Her mouth still hung open.

Only when she had reached her own doorstep did the waterworks start. Tears never stopped flowing as she sadly waddled to her bed and fell to it, harshly sobbing into her pillow.

He had never yelled at her like that before. Ever. Not even when she'd thrown dirt down the back of his shirt or doused him with pot water. By the time she'd woken up from crying herself to sleep, her eyes were puffy and red, her mouth dry and bitter. She'd barely managed to carry herself into work, her face downcast and miserable, very few customers coming to visit. But she couldn't care less.

His symptoms thankfully calmed down in the following days, his lungs opening up and skin clearing. He forced himself to relax through it, stopping his brain from replaying what had happened until he would be able to properly cringe at his own actions. And when he had gotten better and able-bodied, God was it awful. Was he harsh with her? Yes. Was it necessary? ...Yes? How else would he have gotten her to go away? Had he been any more gentle, she would've fought her way into the house, and he would've keeled over dead. Being an asshole was manditory sometimes.

But, he knew every dirty dead should be met with a good one when it came to women, so here he was, on his was to say he was sorry or whatever. It'd been a week like Kanao had said, so he could tolerate being around her for a second.

"Your boyfriend is coming," squealed the old woman from the shop next to hers, the lady's lips curled like a cat's.

"Huh?" (Y/n) snapped from her expressionless state of plucking the petals off sunflowers.

"That tall man with the scars you're always hanging around - I saw him in town buying candies when I'd gotten my groceries. I think he's coming this way!"

Oh fuck!

She bolted into her shop, finding a mirror to do some quick makeup and fix her hair. Thank goodness she'd made herself dress nice today. She wasn't about to dump him looking like a slob.

The girl came out just in time to catch a glimpse of him turning the corner, her appearance put together and pretty.

"Hey," she heard next to her. Her eyes flickering to him slowly then turning back. She resumed weaving together bouquets at her bench.

Sanemi scoffed at her obvious silent treatment. It didn't help that she looked so fucking hot today, her dress a dark shade of green with red accents that matched her lipstick. Fuck, here he was getting turned on when he needed to apologize.

"Uh, sorry about the other day. I was, uhm.... sick." He held the box of sweets out to her, a cute pink bow tied at the top. When she didn't take it, he set it down on the table adjacent to her.

(Y/n) pressed her wobbling lips together, still refusing to look at him before getting up and going to the table. She swiftly pushed it into the store and pulled closed the doors, locking them and gathering her things. She couldn't do this. Tears were already threatening her waterline before he'd even started talking. She couldn't tell him off with her mascara was running. How pathetic would that have been?

He followed after her, muddled by her strange behavior, or lack thereof. "Where are you going?" the man demanded.

It was easy to think of something hurtful to respond.

"I have a date." She walked slowly, giving him ample time to catch up.

His teeth nearly broke with tension. He was next to her instantaneously, far closer than she wanted him to be. She turned away so he wouldn't witness her glazed eyes.

"A date?"

"Yep."

"A fuckin' date?"

She didn't answer any further, only continuing to stroll about and praying that he wouldn't follow her all the way. Of course, she wasn't going on any date. But he didn't need to know that. And she didn't want him finding out either.

And her wish came true, Sanemi pausing in his step as she trailed on. She heard what he'd mumbled under his breath as he turned back the way he came.

"Fuck this."

(Y/n) wished she'd felt better after that, but her depression only grew. Going to work every morning felt hopeless now that she knew there was no chance Sanemi would come to visit. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed their bickering and arguments, missed how his nose would scrunch up when he was agitated, missed how he'd lean up against her booth to get closer to her. She missed how he'd smell when he'd stop by after his workout, and how his skin would glisten with sweat during a hot day. But most of all, she missed seeing him smile, that stupid little smirk he'd give her when she'd say something especially mean before he'd give that attitude right back at her.

She should've just accepted his stupid apology, even though her feelings were still hurt by his blatant disrespect of her. Even if he had been sick, she would've helped him in a heartbeat. It would've been like the romance novels she'd read of nurses falling in love with their patient during treatments. She wasn't a very good cook, but she could've whipped him up something good to eat. She could've helped him so much, but he didn't let her. As if he didn't trust her. As if she wasn't important enough.

But maybe it was for the best that things worked out this way. Maybe things weren't meant to go well for them. If they couldn't handle a small little thing like this, how would they have made it through worse?

"I think he'd like these."

(Y/n) jerked up from her spell, aiming to find the owner of that soft, feminine voice.

"Those are nice! Oh - how about these ones too!"

She found two young visitors, a serene dark-haired girl with rosy eyes and a tender-looking boy with red hair. They seemed to be a couple, implied by their embraced hands.

As negative as her mood was, the woman still needed money and, therefore, customers. She slouched over to them.

"Shopping for a special occasion?" she asked with about as much gusto as she could muster, which was little. The boy smiled brightly regardless of her lack of vigor.

"Just looking for something nice for a friend! He actually lives around here, maybe you know him?" He chirped. The girl next to him scoffed quietly.

"I wouldn't bet on that."

(Y/n) furrowed at her. "You sure? If he lives around here, I've probably seen him around."

The boy turned to his female companion, giving her an encouraged look. His innocence was honestly tear-jerking. "Yeah, maybe's she's seen him around." He turned back to the woman. "He's kinda tall and really... scary looking."

She chuckled, nearly thinking he was talking about Sanemi. But there was no possibility in her head that him and this genuine, pure-hearted young boy had ever crossed paths. "With white hair?" she joked, shaking her head.

"Yeah! You've met him?"

She broke from her giggling, gawking at him with wide eyes.

"S-Sanemi?"

"So, you have met him!"

She quickly crossed over her arms, tucking her head to the side with a boiling anger. "Unfortunately," she quipped, not really in the mood to discuss it further. The last thing she needed was a damn conversation about him.

"Really?" the girl inquired, a brow raised, "that's surprising - given his allergy."

She laughed. "Allergy? What could he possibly be allergic to? Joy? Laughter? Happiness?" She wouldn't be surprised by any of it quite honestly.

The brunette blinked at her, waving her hand about the room.

"Oh, you know. Dander, molds, pollens," she listed. "Flowers."

Her mouth went dry. No. No, that couldn't be right. She wouldn't known if he was.

"F-flowers?" she repeated, hoping for some kind of misunderstanding.

"Yes. I hope he hasn't been around here for some while though. I gave him very crucial instructions to not go near any allergens for a bit."

...What...

"Wha- I don't-" she was at a loss for words. "That's... impossible! Why didn't he tell me?!"

The boy stepped toward her. "Well, you seem to know him well. He gets kinda embarrassed about that stuff," he said, obviously aiming to comfort her in her distress.

No wonder his visits were always so short and spontaneous. Oh god, she'd even shoved some of these in his face sometimes so he could get a whiff. Her mind reeled with all those times he'd turn to cough or sneeze. All those times he'd grow red in the face and excuse himself. All those times he'd go still, as if he were holding his breathe. But she'd always thought he had anger issues or something and was using coping mechanisms. Not that he was literally dying!

The two strangers looked at each other in confusion as she had her meltdown, waves of guilt and regret setting upon her. She hadn't even noticed until they were at the counter to check out that they were intending to leave. She'd helped them, of course, afterwards stopping them as they met the trail, changed into her emergency clothing she'd kept in the shop for when she'd come unprepared. And another... hidden.... gift for later on, if things went smoothly.

They made very decent conversation as she accompanied them on their journey, telling tales of their own adventures in their former dangerous work. The stories truly scared her, as she'd had the luxury of never running into that sort of threat in her life. But the stories were also just as devastating. She'd realized then just how little she'd actually known about Sanemi. She hadn't known he was a demon hunter. She hadn't known he'd put his life at such risk. She hadn't even know about his family, nor his brother Genya he'd lost at the end. More guilt began to eat at her. How could she have been so self-absorbed as to never question his past? She could blame his own severe privacy, but she knew it was her own fault as well. Perhaps her actions really were disrespectful. With all he'd gone through, the least she could've done was be nice to him for once. She... should apologize.

When he opened his door, the shock on his face was evident, but it quickly dissolved into bitterness.

"What're you doing here?" he hissed.

Her wavering smile thinned. Oh god this was going to suck.

Dinner was just as tense, the man certainly not appreciating the humorous gift he'd received by the young couple. The bouquet had met the trash bin before they'd even sat down. It only seemed to worsen after they'd begun to eat. Deafening silence and slow chewing filled the room, every attempt at small talk (mostly contributed by the boy she learned was named Tanjiro) was promptly met with a sharp, silencing glare by Shinazugawa. But (Y/n) did appreciate the boy's efforts, as it would momentarily remove his eyes from their lock onto her. Even when she wasn't looking, she could feel the weight of his scowl, the negativity that radiated off of him in nauseating waves. It was honestly not surprising that he was so livid. He'd gone though all trouble to cure himself just to be left high and dry. It was going to take a bit of work to talk her way out of this one...

"Uhm, it was nice to see you again, Sanemi... Good luck with your, uh, illness?"

Kanao pinched his side, and he yelped.

"Yes, it's been fun," she added. "Well, I think it's best we get going. I'm sure you two would like some time to talk." She practically dragged him out of the door, Kamado muttering a few more encouraging goodbyes before cutting out as she slid the door shut behind them, finally leaving the estate.

(Y/n) kept herself composed through it, giving a fake smile and waving as they scurried. She was desperate to finally get a chance to actually talk, albeit being a tad bit nervous with his mood. But he was always a smidge angry, so she already expected some level of pettiness.

What she hadn't expected was for him to ignore her entirely. As she turned around in the absence of Tanjiro and Kanao, she was met with utter abandonment, Shinazugawa swiftly cleaning up the table. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot and waiting oh-so-patiently for this little bit to be over with. Yes, she remembered when she did the same to him when he had tried to apologize to her all that time ago.

"Giving me a taste of my own medicine, huh?" she finally pestered, getting annoyed with his blindness. He gave nothing but a huff, continuing to gather plates and eventually heading into the kitchen. The woman followed after him, an urgency to her step.

"Sanemi, don't you dare try to worm your way out of this one!" She found him setting the dishes into a bin, clearly more interested in washing them than talking to her.

"Why didn't you tell me about your allergies? Or anything else for that matter?! I didn't know about your job or family - I didn't even know you'd ever had either!"

His dish-scrubbing got faster, harder, likely scratching up the delicate ceramic. But his mouth remained sewn shut in a thin line just waiting to crack.

She calmed, her shoulders falling a bit.

"Was I not important enough to tell?"

And he finally snapped.

"What the fuck do you care?!" He violently threw down the dish he was holding into the tub, the material shattering. (Y/n) jumped slightly, not anticipating him to behave so wildly. It gave her a flash of their previous scuffle when he'd hurt her so deeply. His reply only saddened her.

"I'm sorry," she sighed in a cracked voice, eyes glazing over. "I-I'm sorry I wasted your time, I'll leave."

The sniffles and weak patter of her feet as she away tore at his heart strings.

Of course, he was still mad at her, but he didn't her to fucking cry about it. He didn't really... like hearing her cry - no, scratch that, he fucking hated it. Hell, he'd known his distaste for it the day she was whining to him that some jerk had yelled at her for bumping into him and making him to drop all his food, her eyes all wet and red with fat tears. He'd, of course, found the worthless asshole and torn him a new one, but he never quite gotten over how horrid her sadness had made him feel, the pit in his stomach. She'd told him multiple times that she didn't like getting screamed at. He recalled finding it cute at the time, how such an angry, foul-mouthed women could dish but not receive, lest she fall apart. And the realization only begged the question - how had she reacted to him lashing out at her all that time ago? He didn't even want to think about it.

"Wait," he finally spoke, halting her pitiful waddling. He came out to the front room to find her, her body still facing the door and shoulders shaking despite her silence. He had to physically stop himself from comforting her physically. Finally, she looked back at him, eyes teary and wet, her eye makeup smudged.

His hands dragged down his face, a heavy sigh falling upon his lips with long frustration. "Listen... I didn't say anything 'cuz..." He droned off a bit, stubborn in his admission. "Cuz it was... it was just stupid."

"It's not stupid!" She voiced, wiping her eyes and turning to him. "But it's my fault too. I should've asked instead of nagging all the time, huh?" She chuckled softly. It eased him to hear her laugh, but he could still see new tears falling down her cheeks.

"No, no, I guess I should have said something. But that shit's not important to me, I'm not a fucking baby."

"Talking about your feelings doesn't make you a baby. I want you to be sensitive with me!"

He scoffed at her, jerking his head away. No way she liked when he got all soft. She was just saying that to spare his feelings, he thought. She frowned at him.

"Why'd you keep coming to visit when you knew you were allergic."

His face flushed a little, his neck getting hot. "Just... wanted to see you, I guess..." he mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders.

She felt her heart melt and cooed, "Oh my gosh-"

"Ugh, shut up," he groaned, still burning with embarrassment. She practically purred with her curled smile, skating over to him with open arms and wrapping them around him for a tight hug. He cringed back uncomfortably at first but eventually gave into it, realizing she wasn't going to back down anytime soon. Anything to make her stop fucking crying. (Y/n) could feel his body heat rise. "You're so sweet~ I'm sorry I lied last time when you came over. I didn't have a date."

He paused and looked down at her with a dark stare. "What."

(Y/n) back away slowly, giving an apologetic smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you mad because you were so mean to me."

Sanemi grimaced at her, his anger rising. "What- you-" he stopped himself, "Y'know what? Fine, I guess that's fair," he sighed. "Sorry I was 'mean' to you."

She grinned at him brightly. "So... are you all better now? No allergies or anything?" Sanemi shrugged again at her. "I guess," he muttered, "I just have to take it easy for a while."

The woman pouted. "Aw, I guess that means no kissing then."

"Wha- I didn't say that!"

She laughed, taking much joy at his despair. But he didn't fret for long as she strode back to him, rising to her tip-toes to give him a modest peck on the lips. It wasn't their first kiss, strangely enough. There were plenty of times when she'd lost a bet with his set reward being some lip-locking. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed those rare instances, sometimes purposely losing so he'd make the first move with her only appearing to be upset. But it wasn't just kissing that she was aiming for.

As she'd hoped, he pulled her closer from her teasing exchange for a deeper embrace, pressing his mouth against hers nearly desperately. The passing of tongues was instantaneous as their mouths opened to breathe. As usual, he tasted of sweetness, a honeyed melt that coated her tongue being overtaken by his. He always wanted the lead after all. And right on cue, he began roaming his hands about her form.

That's as far as he'd gone in the past, only brief, respectful groping here and there, around her waist, behind her thigh. Getting him to venture further hopefully wouldn't be too difficult.

But her shitty luck said otherwise after several celibate minutes of necking, so she decided to take the lead for a change. Clearly letting him take control wasn't getting them very far, given that it'd taken him nearly a year to even open up. (Y/n) trailed down his lips, kissing and nibbling along his jaw, giggling at his sudden tensing. Dear god, he practically whined when she got to his throat, sucking at his adam's apple that bobbed as he swallowed. But her command didn't last long as he gave an annoyed growl, wrapping two thick hands under her thigh and jolting her up so they could wrap around his waist. She almost didn't register his teeth attacking her neck when her back was suddenly pressed against the cold wood of the wall she swore was several yards away only a second ago.

"S'nemi..." she whined weakly, high off her mind. The moment felt unreal, her having spent so long fantasizing about this very thing. Too long, in fact. He held her with such ease, regardless of his hand injury, his mouth having a mind of its own as it roamed about her sensitive flesh, leaving dark markings in their obsessive wake.

"Wanna-," He panted, absolutely breathless, "wanna fuck you."

(Y/n) froze, flustered by his sudden confession but somewhat understood as a hard presence poked at her from below, signaling the beginnings of an impressive erection.

"C-can't you ask a little b-better than that?" Despite her trying confidence, her desperate body couldn't help but gyrate against him, hungry for more warmth and friction. He snarled against her pulse.

"Please - shit - please lemme fuck you."

Her back was pressed further into the now heated wooden wall, cornered by his large form. His own hips seemed to speed against hers, gentle but thorough, grinding up into her core deliciously and drawing out a slurred moan. Her breath stuttered as his hand crept up to her nape, fingers wrapping around her neck in a hot caress, his lips leaning up to graze her ear.

"I'll make you feel so damn good-" his teeth rand along the shell of her earlobe, his sultry breath sending a shiver down her spine, "wanna take my time with you, get you so riled up you can't even think straight," he whispered.

Oh god, just the thought of letting him have her left her legs shaking around his waist. The man might've been lacking in the romance department but goddamn, she bet he was an absolute fuck-machine with all those years of training and hard-work. He could probably ruin her if he wanted to. But she wanted that power too. She wanted him just as desperate for her touch and attention, just as cold without her body, just as useless without her direction.

(Y/n) locked eyes with his confused stare as she slowly crept out of his hold, her legs carefully lowering to the floor, hands dragging down his front. His mouth practically dropped open as the realization began to settle onto him of what she was doing. Sanemi only continued to ramble on as she descended, his vigor and confidence increasing tenfold while she dropped to her knees. His hands mindlessly wrapped into her hair. Her perfect fucking hair.

"Gonna fucking ruin you, have you screaming for me to break you. Ain't nobody even gonna look at you when I'm done," he rumbled darkly.

She blinked up at him in annoyance before rolling her eyes.

"You talk to much," she chirped before drawing her hands to his hips.

His breathe hitched as her paws finally met his bulge, her mouth watering at the thick shape while she steadily kneaded it like a kitten. Shinazugawa could do nothing but gape at her eagerness, throwing his head back and letting out a long groan. She seemed satisfied enough with the reaction and finally pulled open his robe.

She gasped as his cock sprung out, bare and swollen, no covering whatsoever. Although shocked at his strange lack of any undergarment, she couldn't help but marvel at his length, so long and thick. Her hands seemed so small compared to it, so tiny as they worked together to wrap around the hefty root. (Y/n) really shouldn't have been so astounded by his size, as he'd boasted many times of his generous package. But she'd always thought he was lying then, ashamed of himself like all the other men who bragged of the same thing. But, apparently, he was truly honest. Hell, it was even bigger that he'd described!

She bravely leaned in, closing her lips to the very tip where a droplet of pre had begun to arise. She sweetly kissed it, her tongue gently slipping out to lick up the opaque drop. A string of mixture followed her retreating mouth, stretching between the two and snapping into nothingness.

"Oh fuck," Sanemi sighed, looking down at her with an expression she could only describe as helplessness.

With one more flick of her gaze, she descended onto his cock, carefully taking as much as she could between her lips until the length had grazed her uvula. She pushed down the urge to gag, breathing deeply through her nose before pulling off, sucking her cheeks in and slurping hard on her way to oxygen. Drool gushed down her chin when she pulled back, her lips and tongue fluttering along the underside of his cock, tracing a throbbing vein that pulsed for attention.

His hands moved from her hair to her face, caressing her cheeks tenderly while she kissed and licked and sucked, absolutely worshipping him. Maybe she'd felt bad for upsetting him, maybe she'd wanted to reward his commitment to her, maybe she'd just wanted to suck his dick. Hell, he didn't much give a shit, not when she was doing so fucking good, giving him all the admiration he could've hoped for. Whatever she lacked for in experience, she made up for in unadulterated passion, laving her kitten tongue up his girth with sloppy wet kisses and sucking tightly at the thick head.

"Oh fuck - keep going, just like that sweetheart. Fuck."

It wasn't long before Sanemi felt the comings of release with how pent up he was, having not even pleased himself after their last fight, his balls swollen and just begging to empty. Sure, he could've stuck things out a bit longer, taken her out on a couple of actual dates, worked his way up all the stupid goddamn bases, but with how things were going, he couldn't think of any good reasons why he shouldn't knock her up after this.

Enjoyment course through her veins as she worked, every thread of of stress, tension, and worry draining from her body with each swaying motion. Her lips had a mind of their own it seemed as they wrapped around him like a suckle, milking him mindlessly and wavering only to get air through her lungs. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth sporadically, his pulse quickening as he panted deeply above her. (Y/n) went even deeper, her gag reflex begging for reprieve but she silenced it, throating his cock as far as she could without giving out. Her legs pressed together as arousal pooled from her empty center.

His eyes rolled back, and he bucked without thinking, lodging himself as deeply as possible, causing her to choke out startled until a hotness smoothed down the back of her throat. Her wide eyes calmed with the warm balm, cum pumping rope after rope into her stomach. She relaxed into it quickly, kneading his tensed thighs and bobbing her head softly to help him ride it out the waves of euphoria.

His muscles finally eased as he finished, now letting out soft groans as she warmed him with her mouth. He took a moment to admire her, how disheveled her pretty hair was, how ruined her makeup looked, how amazing she felt. He took a mental photograph of it all before pulling out, parting from her lips with a deliciously wet noise. A thread of come dripped his slit, but her tongue was quick to lick it up before it fell.

"Shit~," he sighed and brushed back her sweat-glazed hair from her face. "That was perfect." It wasn't an exaggeration at all, she was everything he'd hoped for and more. He rolled his hips against her face as she licked her lips and breathed, rubbing his cock all over her cheeks, face, everything. Just the sight of her nuzzled against him had his cock ticking to life again.

The girl must've noticed his renewed excitement as she repositioned herself to mouth at him again before sinking down, her lips wrapping around him and continuing with flawless precision. He whimpered out and pulled her off tenderly.

"No, no baby, it's ok." She was more dangerous than he'd thought, clearly.

Honestly, she was kind of hoping to continue sucking him like this. Based on his reactions, she must've been good at it, and God was this the perfect stress reliever. But another reason might've been her nerves. She wasn't quite sure she was ready for him to see her fully naked yet.

(Y/n) wiped her sodden mouth and shakily stood up, her sore knees wobbling.

"O-okay," she gave, "Uhm, lay down I guess. Uh, I'll get on top."

"What? No."

She looked at him a puzzled, fearful gaze, growing scared as he came closer while pulling the rest of his clothes off.

"I haven't even made you come yet. And even when we do fuck, there's no way I'm letting you top," he mumbled, stern and clearly not in the mood to argue.

She became even more anxious as he picked at her delicate clothing, firmly tugging at her woven dress and pulling the ties apart. "W-wait!" she squealed and backed away, her back aching when she'd hit the table.

Sanemi groaned. "Ugh, what now? Wait..." he took a long drawl of her features, her shaken hands that hugged her dress closed, her downcast glazed eyes, her discomforted posture and positioning. "Are you nervous?" He gave a surprised chuckle as her face reddened.

"Don't be a jerk!" she whined, tears beginning to dot her eyes with frustration and worry.

"Hey, hey," he crooned softly, more gently than she'd ever heard him speak. She'd be caught dead before she admitted that it comforted her, though. "It's fine, what are you scared about? I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" Sanemi came closer to her, eventually gathering her safely into his arms. He rubbed warm circles on the small of her back as he spoke, heating up the supple flesh. His face nuzzled into her neck, his breath making her shiver.

"Y-you've never seen me naked before," she finally grumbled, her voice shaky, "What if you think I'm ugly?" She could feel him relax into her, his throat letting out a deep groan that had her knees buckling. "Oh sweetheart-"

Really? That was all she was worried about? He truly didn't take her for the self-conscious type, with how confident she acted. The same womant that had purposely let him win bets just so he would kiss and feel her up was scared for him to see her naked? She was such a mystery sometimes. He pulled her further into him, eliciting a high squeal and hoisting her up over his shoulder. He easily carried her over to the nearest bedroom, ignoring her constant feared questions of the destination and intentions. Reaching the room, he threw open the door and laid her upon the futon as if she were made of glass.

"The only thing you need to be worrying about is how many times you're gonna come tonight." He smirked and glanced over at her tensed, little form. "You do look kinda weak now that I think about it... definitely don't get off more than once a day - hell, do you even get off more than once a week?"

(Y/n) looked away mortified, more so at his accuracy rather than his accusation. Her lips thinned and squeaked out, "I'm busy, asshole..."

Shinazugawa hummed with the validation. "Yep, thought so." He carelessly began tearing away at her clothes again, laughing at her little yelps and cries to not damage her precious outfit. Her yukata was easily removed, the... undergarments not so much. Sanemi nearly drooled at the sight, her lush figure wrapped in a smooth, velvety green that mimicked that of a quiet wood. He could make out every small detail in the stitch work, every swirl of organic thread that hid her delicates from his hungry eye. It was fucking lingerie.

"Awwww, you wear this for me?" He purred, deep and ravenous.

She quickly buried her face in her paws, squirming on the bed and groaning. "Shut uuuuup!" When she'd thrown it on earlier at the shop, she hadn't actually thought she'd get to the point of showing off, so certain that they'd have a short and wholesome reunion, maybe a kiss or two. As embarrassed as she was that it had gotten this far, her curiosity was larger, begging for her to see this through. It wouldn't hurt to try... right?

His lips felt like molten lava on her body, a glorious trail of fire that dragged from her face to her neck to her chest. A rush of apprehension yet relief filled her as a single hand unclipped the back of her bralette, the fabric easily falling from her gathered flesh onto the bedding. She was grateful he didn't make a big scene of seeing her naked breasts like she knew some men did, his mouth, instead, doing all the talking, pressing gentle kisses atop her bosom. Her skin flushed with the attention, each whisper of affection adding fuel to fire that was running rampant in the pit of her belly, growing with each second. The woman couldn't help but whine when his tongue finally met her nipple, suckling the nub into his boiling mouth. Her fingers tugged at his snowy locks, grasping them harder and harder each time he switched from left to right, his large hand squeezing the lone tit with every shift. The intimacy of the act alone had her desperate, slick drenching her panties and sliding down her thighs.

"Nemi, p-please-" she mewled, eyes screwed shut with the tension and need.

She heard the man growl as he descended further down her body, drawing small patterns with his tongue with every inch of her flesh and sucking bruising marks.

Her tits were nice, obviously, but he wasn't so kind as to hide the fact that he was more excited to get a taste of another part of her. He took specially care at her lower belly, nibbling on the chubby pouch that kept something so sacred inside. Sanemi nearly trembled with temptation as her sweet musk could be smelt from here, his fingers dancing along the sticky part of her inner thighs to spread them. He licked his lips as he finally, finally, drew downward, placing himself in front of her clothed center. The wet fabric was evident, her neglected cunt absolutely seething for any form of attention. His body moved before he could stop himself, his face nuzzling into the soaked covering and taking deep, gulping breathes, his strong arms keeping her too spread to stop him.

"-Smell so fucking good... bet you taste like candy," he moaned.

(Y/n) writhed in his hold. completely against... whatever the fuck he was doing. "Sanemi, stop it! Y-you're so weird! Stop... smelling it..."

He tutted at the weak insult, responding with a clip of his teeth at the lacy top of the panties. He effortlessly tore them from her nethers, burning the flesh and drawing out a gasp. "Shhhhh," he whispered, "Wanna suck you."

Sanemi was quickly overtaken by how perfect she looked, her cunt lips all swollen and glistening with slick, her little clit poking out and twitching ever-so-slightly for some love. She could feel his brawny arms clench around her thighs, feel his hot breath fan across her wet lips, feel how eager he was to devour her. And once again, she was rendered too speechless to stop him.

His tongue was the first to meet her, licking a wide stripe up her glossy slit. He shuttered at the syrupy taste of her. It was close to torture as he made out with her pussy, his mouth embracing her with open-mouth kisses and closing in around her pulsing nub, giving it a slow suck. She was already so amped up for release, so teased for it, yet the feeling only rose, drawing further and further toward the edge but never quite falling from it. She tore at his mane, pushing him deeper into her kitten, praying for the intensity to break. And he was there for the journey, in his own world of euphoria. He would live here if he could, forever breathing in the saccharine scent and nursing on her ripened nub. He let himself get lost in it for a while - he deserved a treat for all his troubles after all - but eventually he composed himself, setting a flawless rhythm of tongue-flicking to get her off.

And only then was the flip switched, her pleasure climbing and climbing until she met the brink, the thread pulled tight.

"C'mon, baby," he growled, "come on my tongue."

(Y/n) sobbed when she came, her clit throbbing between his lips as he gave it a strong suck, relishing the gush of honey that filled his mouth. He continued with his meal, licking up every messy drop she gave and kissing her fluttering hole. Her sensitivity made all of it agony, every kiss and lick driving her closer and closer to insanity. She tried to wiggle away, but her efforts were futile with his unbreakable grip of her, his motions only becoming quicker and stronger, breaking her containment.

"Please, Nemi, please... i-it hurts," (Y/n) begged. He snickered at her submission, finally drawing back and wiping his glazed maw with the back of his hand. He leisurely kissed back up her body, savoring each and every sigh of pleasure she gave him. His hands pawed at her hips and breasts, massaging the blushing plushness that filled out his hands like dough. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as his lips met her throat, sucking even more hickeys and bruises over the previous ones, he didn't want them fading for quite some time.

She could feel his cock already pressing at her, laying across her hip hard as stone and leaking pre-cum over her sweated skin. Despite her tire, the girl could feel the growings of want again, an emptiness eating at her from the inside out. "Mmmm-," she sighed, "Jus' put it in." Her laughed into her jawline, pausing his meddling. Even in her exhaustion, she rolled her eyes, reaching between their bodies for his piece. He was immediately taken aback by her action, but gave no stop to it, letting her grab for him. He liked this side of her, the side that just took what she needed from him. If he wanted a selfless woman, he wouldn't be in this position in the first place.

Her fist wrapped around the base, slid down the length of it until she found the tip, then pushed it to her opening. She had to lift her hips a bit to meet it halfway since he was being a dick, but she knew what she was doing. Kinda. Sorta.

Just when she gathered the tip inside her, already sweating at the stretch, he thrust his hips, jabbing a thick chunk into her. She yelped out in pain, tears dotting her vision. Her mused at her ruined appearance, the clench her body gave as he penetrated her. She was really having a hard time taking him, a pride blooming in his chest that he was just that fucking gifted. But that wasn't to say he wasn't having difficulty as well.

"Goddamnit, you're tight - might not even fit, nn, all the way," he mumbled.

"N-no," she pleaded, "It'll fit."

(Y/n) wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him in hard, swallowing him into her heat. He nearly toppled over right then and there, so overwhelmed and astonished with her demonstration of carnal strength. Yet he could still hear her labored breaths, the wetness of her tears falling to her hairline in her efforts. It was angering almost, how careless she was to do such a thing. He would have never forced her to hurt herself just to please him, nor should she fear abandonment for failing to give him what he wanted. He'd have to straighten that out later.

Her cunt heaved around him, the collected slick at least providing some relieve to the pain she must have beared. Oh god did it hurt. He was so huge, it felt as if she'd been torn open from the inside. But she didn't care how much it burned, she wanted this part to be over with, she wanted to feel good already. Every lingering second of not being filled had the emptiness inside her growing, like a pit of darkness. And while she was sure some blood was shed, at least her guts finally had something to suck on.

"Y-you... you c-can move now, I think...," she rasped, her head still foggy from the fullness. He hummed at the request yet seemed to ignore her as he bent down to her chest, take a hard nipple into his mouth. (Y/n) bit her lip and whined at the added stimulation.

"S'nemi, move-" she spoke again, stern but shaky. She felt him smile against her breast.

"I dunno, kinda like it right here. I might just have you warm my cock all night," he purred, still sucking at her teat. She blushed at the confession, giving his face a little push away from her chest.

"What?" he laughed, "You're good at it."

She denied him any reply, turning away in sheepishness. She was sure it was just sex-talk, but it was nice knowing that he felt good being warmed by her. Her cunt fluttered softly around him, oozing more slick onto his member and beginning to stick to his thatch of pubic hair. A soft moan spilled from her with his responding roll of his hips, pressing the tip of himself further into her cervix. She hadn't expected it to feel so heavenly already, especially when she'd been in such pain only a moment before. His parts hit deep, filling her to the point of nearly bursting. She swore she could feel him in her chest.

"N-nemi - oh my god...," she mewled.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Just let me take care of you."

She didn't even have to ask twice as he began grinding into her, churning her insides like butter while her cream spewed out to gloss his cock. Her arms weakly wrapped around him, desperate for something to hold onto. It already felt like too much, the thickness, the length. She was gonna split in half, she could feel it. But he went slow, thankfully, letting her get accustomed to the overbearing fit. Her pussy couldn't stop clutching around him, high off the sensation of his length twitching inside her and scratching the itch that she could never quite reach. Drool threatened the corner of her lips, his rhythm of humping so deep and smooth. She could already feel herself go dumb.

"That's a pretty face you're makin'," Sanemi hummed, "And I haven't even started yet." She furrowed. What did he mean?

Her eyes rolled back as he delivered a powerful blow, drawing his hips back several long inches before snapping them back and pummeling into her cunt. Oh god. He continued the harsh thrusting, holding her little body to his chest and pumping viciously into her weeping pussy. She felt everything, from the hot veins that lined his length to the way he filled her out completely, every sensation gathered into a clump of overstimulation, tearing at her nerves one by one. Yet it was too little at the same time. As crazy as it was, it still felt as if he was going easy on her, her hungry cunny still raging to be ruined.

The moans and pleas fell out her mouth before she could stop them, stupidity literally being fucked into her. (Y/n) couldn't even hope to keep up and simply held onto his back as fiercely as she could, eventually biting down on his shoulder for an outlet.

She wasn't the only victim of it though. Sanemi, too, could feel himself being driven to the brink of insanity. He'd thought her mouth felt good, but dear god was her cunt another story. Her tiny pussy had a mind of its own, sucking him in so hard he felt his head get dizzy. Fuck, she was dangerous. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stay off of her after this. Just the thought of her constantly hanging off his dick had him going feral, viciously snapping his hips into hers without a second thought. And don't even get him started on the babies they would make. If it were up to him, she'd eternally have a baby in her belly, the consequence of being a dumping ground for every precious drop of his cum. He licked his lips at the thought.

Shit, she was close. She just needed a little more, just a bit.

"Harder, Nemi, right there!" she squealed as he jammed into her sweet spot, reaching an arm down from his back to press between her folds, quickly flicking at her bead. So close.... so close... almost-

It felt cruel to leave her hole so quickly, crumbling the chase of her orgasm that he knew was only a hair's breadth away. She sobbed when he yanked out of her gaping entrance, her hips jerking toward him at the sudden absence that had her feeling so horribly empty. But her grief was short lived as he spun her around with a growl, shoving her top half into the bed with a hand to the center of her shoulder blades. The other paw curved her hips up, raising her ass high in the air. He filled her back up in an instant, her thighs trembling at the sudden reunion. But she quickly eased, her bones going soft and brain turning to mush as he resumed the primal fucking. Sounds of sloshing wetness furnished her ears along with her own breathy moans, each thrust providing a reminder of just how soaked she was. And she only got wetter, like an endless fountain of hydration.

Sanemi groaned at the sight of her tiny, little pussy taking him at this angle, her poor kitty straining and stretching to take in every inch of his shaft. The girl was like a ragdoll in his hands now, doing nothing but drool into the sheets and let him ravage her as he wished. He nearly laughed at how silent she was now, the only obvious answer being that he had finally dicked her down to submission.

Her climax began to claw at her again, the hills of it coming one after another until she stood at the tip-top of it, creeping toward the edge.

"Jus' like that... jus' like that...," she mumbled into the saliva-drenched bedding, throwing her ass back into him for more friction. The impact of his heavy balls smacking across her clit only drew her higher, rapturous shocks shooting up her body with each wet slap.

He felt himself getting close as well, his cock jumping inside of her excitedly. She was just too tight; it was like she was sucking the cum out of him straight from the source.

"Fuuuuuuck, where - hah - where you want my cum?" he groaned, needing an answer fast. As much as he wanted to, he knew she probably didn't want to take any risks. He knew she wasn't on anything, and even if she was, she probably wouldn't like the mess afterward.

But he was wrong. She tried to think for a moment, she did. But all she could focus on was how good she felt and the way her body fit so well under his. Her eyes scrunched, attempting a thought.

Where you want my cum?

Cum. You. Where. Want.

Want. Cum. You.

You. Want. Cum

Cum.

Her cunt tightened.

"'nside..."

His ears strained to listen to what she said, the timeline closing as his balls drew tight. "Huh???" he urged again. He leaned down to her, nearing his ear toward her babbling lips. (Y/n) turned to free her voice, panting.

"I-I-Inside," she repeated. His heart stopped.

"C-cum... i-inside... me."

He groaned loud, silencing himself by biting into the pillow next to her head. Her disgustingly hot words threw him over embarrassingly quick, his hips stilling as deep as he could manage whilst his weight gave, suffocating her beneath him. His seed spilled hotly into her pulsing cunt, thick spurts of white filling her starved womb while his balls throbbed.

She, at first, loathed his lack of movement, angered that he had yet again left her hanging from release. Until she felt the warmth. The pleasure was instantaneous, her insides purring at the searing hot milk that flooded her. She could feel how thick it was too, how copious the amount as her uterus labored to make room for such a feast. Yet she still clenched around him vigorously, wanting to drain every drop into herself and receive every ounce of ecstasy it rewarded her. And before she realized it, she was coming, clamping down hard and gushing juices around him with a shrill cry.

The man allowed himself a few moments to gather his bearings, praying that post-nut clarity give him some idea of what to do. But all he felt was exhaustion. Sanemi forced himself to roll over, taking her with him so they lie on their sides. He was surprised she was still breathing after being squashed.

"D-dont even think about falling asleep," he huffed after feeling her breathing begin to even with unconsciousness. "We're not done yet." Why the hell did he always have to open his fucking mouth? He was done for and he knew it.

She whined sleepily and slowly manuevered herself to turn around, losing his flaccid cock in the process but he promptly reinserted himself. "But I'm tiiiiiiiiiired."

"Don't care."

He felt content that she didn't argue, clearly having gained some respect for his manhood as she simply snuggled into him, pressing her face into his warm chest. They remained silent for a few moments, regaining their breath and calming their heartbeats. However, his softened cock still remained cooped up inside her.

"If I let you keep it in me all night, will you let me sleep?" she offered. He sighed at her insistence but gave in.

"I'll think about it."

She smiled softly, nuzzling under his chin with affection.

He couldn't stop himself from drifting off, comfortable in the safety of her engulfing heat. "'M g'nna f'ck you s'hard t'morro...," he managed to mutter as his lids shut. Despite being half asleep, she giggled and kissed his neck.

They'd deal with everything later, get all this relationship and contraceptive shit under control. Right now, he was just glad to have her with him, cuddling into him so adorably with her stupid little smile. He tilted down, pressing his nose into her messy locks.

Flowers.

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I’m a genya whore so excuse me..

Genya in demon form biting readers next because she asked…

Who said that?? Not me!

LMFAOOO YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME 😭💜

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, but not really. Will be honest- this idea had me giggling and kicking my feet

“Genya..?” You asked hesitantly, peeking out from behind the tree you had been standing behind. He spun around and met your gaze, his eyes wild with a mixture of fear and a primal hunger that you’d never get used to no matter how many times you saw it.

“Please.” You took a step forward, urging him away from the body he had been standing over. “I know you’re hungry.” You unbuttoned your corps uniform and revealed your neck and shoulder to him. “And yes I know that you promised yourself that you’d never hurt me…” You cleared your throat. “But I don’t want you to go mad. So please. Just take a chunk and then we’ll never speak of it again.”

Hesitantly, he took a step towards you, letting out a slight growl as he leaned in and grazed his teeth across your skin. You shivered, tilting your head to the side to allow him more space.

After what seemed like forever, Genya finally bit into your skin, doing his best to gently sink in his teeth, but he just couldn’t help himself. You tasted so damn good. You were the best thing he had ever been fed by a long shot.

Plus, the soft moan you let past your lips wasn’t really helping his case.

Both of you enjoyed it, just in different ways.

Makes for an interesting conversation in the bedroom though.

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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.

———

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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[taisho-era-secrets]

Tempting the Devil

Summary: What's the best way to reward your wild stallion of a lover?

(Oops this was supposed to just be a drabble.)

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x AFAB Reader (Fem Pronouns used)

CW: Oral (69ing), mild power play, teasing, spit, praise kink (Sanemi uses the term "good girl," facials, scratching.

It was an art form in and of itself, one you took great pride in mastering. It was so unfathomable to the others that knew him as the wild beast he was, so it was a shame that no one would believe you even if you told them. Sanemi was a man that could frighten anyone, having him wrapped around your finger like this was a reward that no one else could experience.

Here you were- completely bare against the sheets, head hanging off of the side of the bed with your mouth ajar in a tempting invitation. Glossy tongue stretched out over your bottom lip, eager and waiting. His face mirrored his inner conflict as he scanned you over, brows pinched together and eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked himself. You had him completely bewitched, his hesitation couldn’t possibly last long when you were like this. He was a starved man in front of a buffet of anything and everything he craved. You could hear him swallow harshly as you reached out to beckon him closer, unfocused eyes pinpointing on your face as you cooed.

“Any day now, Sanemi,” your sugar sweet voice called. “I know you’re aching for it.”

He scoffed at the demeaning statement, humiliated to admit that you’ve reduced him to this level. A proud man like him? Addicted to your body? No, he’d never say it out loud. Not even when your fingers wrapped around the back of his leg like this, not even when the plush feeling of your lips against his tip, not even when your tongue traced over his slit like that. His bottom lip quivered before he nipped at it to stop, eyes shifting away from your presented body in desperation.

“I know you want me,” that trill in your voice made his heart clench and his cock twitch.

“Shut up,” he growled out. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

And yet, despite Sanemi’s fighting, his body moved of its own volition. Scarred arms fell over you on the bed as he felt your mouth encase him, cursing under his breath as he felt you giggling around him. God, that mouth. The slippery feeling of your tongue snaking around his shaft never failed to give him his fix. Each inch he pushed into that hot gap had him struggling against his self restraint. In this position, he knew you could take him in the deepest- tempting him all the more. In your line of vision you could see his thighs tremble and clench up as you inhaled ever so gently on his cock. Tears of pleasure were already welling up in his eyes, he knew that you were going to break him at this rate.

Arms draped around his waist, enticing him deeper until soft flesh brushed against your nose. This deep, you couldn’t taste him quite as heavily, but the feeling of him throbbing in your mouth sent a flutter in your stomach. A painful ache from your core started to distract you from the burn in your throat, begging to feel that same throb elsewhere. That feeling of his breath huffing against your skin got stronger as he hesitantly pulled out, giving you a moment to breathe before he slid back in. Although he still held onto the masquerade that he hated being toyed with like this, he was still merciful enough to be gentle for now. His body quaked at the way your mouth drank him in as he let his hips rock slowly, gradually picking up the pace once he felt your hands claw at his ass cheek. Before long, he had collapsed onto his elbows, sweet tears hitting your inner thighs as he pinched his eyes shut.

“Damn that mouth of yours,” he mustered out. “And damn you for reducing me to this.”

That pride bubbled up inside you again, you couldn’t help but smile with whatever you could with his cock so deep in your mouth. As he slid out, you rewarded him with pinched lips, something you knew he loved. The sound of his choked out gasp and cry echoed in the room, you felt a shuffle of weight on the bed as he covered his mouth. With that, you weren’t able to hold back anymore- you couldn’t ignore your own needs any further. Freeing one hand, you drifted down and finally satisfied that need for touch, the wet squish breaking Sanemi from his trance.

He watched through lascivious eyes as you parted yourself, his hand still silencing himself as you took him in deep again and again. That shiny juice dripped from your fingers as you dipped into your entrance and pulled out to smear that sap all over your lips. Before he knew it, his hips were churning on their own, a muted smirk painting his face when he realized you were taking him in completely. Confidence came back to him as he removed his hand and traced your arm. It was enticing to let you continue like this, but the power to control you was dangling on a string in front of him- how could he not snatch it?

“Who said you could do that?”

A sting surged up your arm as he ensnared your wrist and pinned it down against the sheets harshly. Legs squirmed against the sheets as you whined, cruel cackles hitting your stomach. You had half a mind to nip at him- if it wasn’t for a cold sensation dripping down against your labia. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but the scene started to come together as you heard him spit out the last bit of his drool. Your walls gulped at the feeling of his lips brushing against you, your lower half stilled at the sensation.

“You gonna keep acting like a deer in the headlights?” his hot breath puffed against you as he panted into your skin. “Open up for me more, you want my help or not?”

That same rough hand that held you down shot up to pry your nearest thigh to the side. He laughed tauntingly as he felt you whine against him, squirming against his hold to no avail. That struggle stopped as you felt his lips once more on you, a surprisingly gentle kiss sucked at your bare skin. The shocked whimpers were soon muffled by the feeling of him stuffing your throat with him once more, you did your best to focus on what was in front of you but… as his tongue teasingly darted out and lapped at you with the lightest licks, it was hard to concentrate. He merely licked up the spit off of you for now, but it made you twinge for more. Without even thinking, your thighs stretch out for him, begging.

“There we go, there’s my good girl,” his gruff voice cooed as he pet your leg. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

His words sent a shiver up your body, nipples perking at the sensation of goose bumps speckling your skin. In absolutely no hurry, his arms hooked around your legs, one hand nestling in against you and massaging your lips as he hummed. You nearly took him out of your mouth just to get a chance to protest just before you felt one perfect lap at your heat. The way the tip of his tongue danced over your cunt was just right, finally scratching that itch that had been tormenting you. It was euphoric as you felt him slowly sink more into you, soft lips cupping over your clit, sucking and rolling over you.

The fight against your gag reflex gave you a moderate distraction until you felt that hand tickle against your labia. That tease, he purposefully dipped his fingers in a shallow motion, just barely avoiding your sweet spots to torment you. Hands shot up, coiling around his back and lightly clawing down the dips of his scars. One finger hooking upward was all it took- your back bowed off of the bed in a startled response. The stifled cry sent vibrations rough enough to make his legs tremble. Sanemi’s mouth popped off of you, hot breaths beating against your skin once more.

“K-keep doing that-” his voice shook as he curled into you, head pressing against your stomach. “And I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you.”

It was a welcomed threat, you would do anything to make him keep going like that. Your nails dug into his skin as his hips bucked into your mouth faster, harsher- you mustered up any ability you could to get your vocal cords to resonate around his head. You could hear him panting- you finally had him under your control again as you felt his face crawl back to where you wanted. The attention being brought back to you made you buck into his mouth. Wet, muffle moans hit your ears and gave you the same taste of your own medicine as it tormented your clit just right. His fingers were rough, his tongue was rougher- that familiar build up crescendoed throughout your body in a violent wave.

Back arched against the bed as you felt that overwhelming feeling scream across your body. His fingers still sunk in and out so fast, his mouth rolling over your clit to accentuate that sweetness until you saw stars. Choked whimpers escaped in between thrusts as he continued to fuck your mouth roughly, strings of saliva running down his shaft. Legs shaking, toes curling, an unforgettable wave until it finally started to free you slowly, his shaking hand finally coming to a halt. At the mercy of your orgasm you didn’t realize just how hard you had scratched at his back until you felt warm droplets pool under your fingernails. Just when the blood rushing to your head was nearly too much, he pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, the burning sensation in your throat making you cough.

The sound of wet strokes and his panting rolling to a sudden still gave you a fair warning, your mouth hung open in anticipation as that warm musk splattered against your mouth and cheeks. His satisfied moan made your heart soar as you licked up whatever you could. His clean hand caressed your cheek as he lowered down to your level, offering his shoulder for your head to prop up against. A sound similar to flowing sand filled your sensations as the blood started to circulate after you accepted his shoulder. It was a sweet gesture, but…

“You need to go get me a towel,” you breathed out, too sore to say anything above a whisper.

“How about I don’t,” Sanemi’s aggression contradicted the hands that pet along your body. “Besides, I quite like the look of my cum all over that bratty face of yours.”

#sanemi #sanemi smut #ghost whispers a secret #no beta i am but a little ghost #demon slayer smut #kny smut #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa smut #rough sanemi won this round you guys #side note I love writing for Sanemi ngl

[kingkatsuki]

— my protector

Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.

Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.

“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.

He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.

The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.

“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”

“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”

“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”

“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”

“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—” Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”

“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”

“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”

“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.

“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.

“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.

“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”

“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.

“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”

“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”

“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”

“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”

You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.

Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.

“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”

“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.

You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.

Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”

“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.

“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”

“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”

“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”

“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.

“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.

“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”

“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.

“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.

“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”

“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”

“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.

“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”

“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.

“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.

“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”

“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”

He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.

Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”

He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.

“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.

“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.

“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.

“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”

“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”

In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.

“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.

“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.

“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”

“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.

“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.

His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.

“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.

You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.

“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”

“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.

You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.

“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”

“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”

Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.

“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.

“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.

“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”

He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.

“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.

“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”

Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.

Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.

“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.

Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.

It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.

“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”

You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.

“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.

“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.

“No? Then who do you belong to?”

“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.

“Louder.”

“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.

“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”

He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.

Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.

“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”

You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.

“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”

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