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IN THE NETHERWOOD

PART II

KINKTOBER 2023 ♤ WEREWOLF!SANEMI X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

A/N: I would apologize for the utter lack of plot, but we all know why you're here. You can have plot later; for now, enjoy some 9.5k words of pure monster porn. 13.4k words total.

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • werewolf fucking x F!Reader • knotting/mating • breeding • tummy bulging • so many creampies • like a concerning amount of cum • Sanemi half-transforms and has fangs/claws • slight blood mention • spit kink • oral sex (F!receiving) • Reader gets fucked stupid tbh • mildly violent/potentially upsetting content at the end but I don’t want to give anything away

You awoke the next morning not upon a bed of pine needles or curled against an overlarge piece of driftwood but cushioned against warm skin and rocky muscle.

Your eyes fluttered open, squinting against the watery light of morning, having not seen the sun since you’d first entered the Netherwood more than a week earlier. But the clearing by the river Sanemi had led you to the previous night meant fewer trees, and so, the dull gray of morning was visible above your heads where you’d slept curled atop the Huntsman’s broad chest.

You rolled your head against his sternum, peering up at the soundly sleeping Woodsman, admiring the peaceful serenity of his slumbering face.

His chest rose and fell steadily as he dreamed, and you could not stop yourself from allowing your hands to wander, to explore this Wolf who was to be your mate.

Your fingers began at his forehead, brushing his silvery strands back and exposing the cross-crossed scars lanced across his forehead. You traced each one, marveling at the shiny, smooth texture beneath your fingertips.

You danced your fingers over and down the features of his face and to the hollow of this throat. You then ventured lower, grazing over the thick scars rippling across the exposed portion his chest.

With a hard swallow, you allowed your hand to drop lower, teasingly traipsing down the ridges of his abdomen until you came to the waistband of his breeches.

Your eyes lowered to the seam of his pants, breath lodging in your throat at the rigid bulge that had formed at his groin.

You held your breath as your hand graced lower, your curiosity a tug in your gut not capable of being ignored.

Before you could brush your hand against the bulge, a warm hand snagged around your wrist, halting it in mid-air.

“Lamb,” Sanemi’s voice was thick with sleep but full of warning. “May I ask what you’re doing?”

Feeling bold, you threw a leg over Sanemi’s hips, rolling yourself atop him and pressing your groin flush against his, breath hitching as the rigid formation in his pants brushed against the sensitive spot between your legs.

“Wolf,” You mocked his tone, though your breaths were jerky and short. “Touch me again.”

A low growl reverberated from Sanemi’s throat, his fingers digging into the plush of your thigh, though you could not tell whether it was out of his wavering restraint or mounting desire.

When he did not move his hands, you bucked your hips against his, pushing against his groin in impatient demand.

Your name fell from his lips, choked and guttural. “If you keep doing that,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “I will not be able to stop myself.”

You leaned forward, lips grazing the vein protruding in his neck, savoring the way it thrummed under your touch. The blunt tips of Sanemi’s nails bit into your skin as he snarled against your neck.

You only smirked at his fraying restraint. “Then don’t.”

Sanemi gently but reluctantly pushed you off him, though his hands lingered against your waist, his fingers tracing circles.

“Didn’t your grandmother warn you never to provoke a hungry beast?”

“She may have, once,” you conceded with a sly grin, your fingers slipping below the waist of Sanemi’s breeches to tug him forward so that his hips were pressed against yours once more. “But I was never particularly good at listening.”

“A bad habit you’ve carried with you into the Wood, it seems,” the Huntsman agreed. “And you’ve made me quite ravenous, little Lamb.”

You squeaked as Sanemi’s hands braced around your waist and he promptly lifted you off him and plopped you unceremoniously on the pebbled shore beside him.

“But I, unlike you, possess a morsel of self-control.” He shot you a sly grin. “I can wait until we get to my den.”

“You certainly had no compunctions when it came to tasting me last night.” You grumbled.

Sanemi lifted an eyebrow as his lips quirked up in a smirk of his own. “And taste you again I shall,” he purred, sitting up. “But I want you spread out across across the floor of my den — not here, in the open.”

Sanemi rose to his feet and swiftly began gathering your supplies, preparing for the trek ahead.

“How is your wound?” He called conversationally as he fastened his traveling cloak around his shoulders.

You’d not given much thought to the gash Kaigaku had inflicted upon you the day before, and your stomach dipped at the thought of your skin stretching around the tender flesh.

Only, to your slight confusion, you really felt no pain at all; none of that burning, sharp aching you’d felt all the previous night until Sanemi had distracted you with his wicked fingers and even more wicked tongue.

“My leg!” You gasped, your skirts bunched in your hands as you pulled them back, damning propriety as you exposed its bare length to the Huntsman.

To your shock, all that remained of the wound inflicted by Kaigaku’s knife was a thin, reddish scar, as though the injury was several weeks old as opposed to mere hours.

You pressed the tips of your fingers against the thin stripe of skin, testing it. “It does not hurt, either!”

You looked back to Sanemi though he seemed nonplussed in contrast to your wide-eyed bewilderment.

“At least I won’t have to carry you anymore,” the Huntsman’s tone was teasing as he fastened his worn traveling cloak around his shoulders. “You constantly grabbing fistfuls of my fur was starting to get annoying. I thought you were going to leave behind bald patches.”

You gaped at him. “Does it not concern you that my wound magically healed itself overnight without a drop of medicine?”

“Not particularly, no,” Sanemi held out a hand to help bring you to your feet. “Not when it’s my mark you bear upon your skin.” He said with a naughty wink.

You accepted his assistance with a huff, secretly marveling over the calloused, steady warmth of his touch as you righted yourself. “It’s humbling to know that, despite you spending the evening with your head between my legs, you continue to be as vague and elusive as you were when we first began this journey.”

Sanemi, who had turned away to adjust the various knives he kept strapped on his belt and in his pouch whipped back around to you. He frowned at the bemused yet vexed expression you wore.

“I don’t mean to be withholding,” he said after a moment. “I am just — unaccustomed to this,” the Huntsman motioned back and forth between you.

You returned his frown. “Talking?”

“Ye — no,” Sanemi ground his teeth for a moment, struggling for his words. “It is not the conversation part I find difficult. That part has been easy — with you, at least.”

Your cheeks warmed as the Huntsman continued. “It’s the…intimacy of it.” He scrunched his eyebrows in thought. “Sharing the details of what I am with someone who does not already know them.”

Your irritation melted into something lighter, as a slow grin spread across your face.

“What?” He snapped.

“How serendipitous,” you said coyly. “You once found yourself irritated by my questions and now it seems you’re in need of them.”

Sanemi shook his head, muttering softly to himself as he secured his satchel around his shoulders and turned back, waiting for you to follow him back into the Wood. “Trust you to find amusement when I try to be serious.”

You only smiled as the pair of you set off, shoulder to shoulder, to begin your trek not towards any human village resting on the other side of the Netherwood, but to Sanemi’s den.

“What is a den anyway?” You kicked a small pebble, sending it skittering off into the brush. “Is it a literal wolf’s den?”

“A cave,” Sanemi’s tone was relaxed even as his eyes remained sharp, his nostrils flaring every so often to scent out any potential threat hidden in the shadows. “I s’ppose it is pretty close to what you think of when you consider wolves’ dens. We use them for mating, or for our heats.”

“You can go into heat without mating?”

“Aye,” he answered. “Our heats don’t happen often — maybe once or twice a year.” Sanemi looked back to you in thought. “I do find it ironic that our paths crossed right before a Blood Moon.”

You frowned. “And what is a Blood Moon?”

“Simply put, it is an eclipse,” Sanemi’s fingers moved to brush your cheek. “One that makes the moon appear crimson. But for wolves — cursed like me and those born — it is a time when our strength is at its peak; but we are also more unstable. Wild.”

You felt an excited chill pass over your skin. “But what does that have to do with your heat?”

The Huntsman only shrugged. “Blood moons can trigger heats behind the usual cycle; they can be stronger. More intense.”

“Which is why,” Sanemi reached over where you walked beside him and flicked your nose. “Your cloak is important, Lamb.”

“Speaking of that, you once warned me about the color of my cloak,” you frowned, pinching the fabric between your fingers. “You said red can symbolize many different things.”

“Aye, it can,” Sanemi held out a hand to help you over a particularly rocky bit of terrain, not letting go until he’d ensured you reached even ground. “I am surprised your Grandmother did not warn you of that.”

You felt slightly defensive of the old woman. “She may not have known. It’s an old cloak. It was an heirloom.”

“I highly doubt she did not know its import,” Sanemi disagreed, casting a sidelong glance your direction. “I told you it was enchanted. It has been acting as a ward against those in the Wood that would do you harm.”

“Cloaks like that are not just made and sold to unsuspecting villagers. Those who desire them, do so for specific reasons.”

You frowned, thumbing the fabric. “And what of the color? You’ve yet to tell me what the red means.”

Sanemi’s cheeks pinkened. “Red is an important color to wolves like me. It is the only color we can see.”

Your head whipped towards him with a soft gasp. “You mean — you cannot see other colors?”

The Huntsman shook his head, his eyes roaming the path before you. “Only the red of your cloak.”

“And its meaning?” You pressed.

Sanemi hesitated. “Red has been understood to be a mating signal. A declaration that one is unmarked but willing.”

You gaped at him. “So that day — the day we met,” you managed, your cheeks warming. “You thought I was — that I was offering myself to you?”

Rather than flush further, Sanemi laughed — a rich, velvety sound that filled you with warmth.

“No Lamb,” he said affectionately. “I didn’t think a scared little thing like you even knew what that cloak meant. Especially when you looked half-ready to pass out when you saw me.”

You crossed your arms self-consciously in front of your chest. “I’d been running for over a day, and the Wood is terrifying.”

The Huntsman’s hand found yours and he laced your fingers with his. “And yet you found me all the same. Perhaps the cloak worked.”

He lifted a hand to your shoulder, where his mark sat below the heavy fabric of the crimson hood. “After all, I am no longer taking you to another human village; I’m taking you somewhere so I can utterly defile you.”

Your thighs clenched together, his words sending excitement, coarse and hot, cascading through your veins. “It is not defilement when I am begging for your touch, Wolf.”

Sanemi tugged on your hand, pulling you against his chest and surprising you with a soft kiss, his thumb stroking your chin.

“Beg you shall, my darling Lamb.” He murmured against your lips. “So let us speed up our step so I can hear those sweet pleas.”

You giggled as Sanemi led you deeper into the Wood by your hand, your cheeks flushed pink and your stomach tittering with excitement at the prospect of what the moonrise would bring.

—-

It was late afternoon when Sanemi slowed to a stop.

You slowed beside him and followed his line of sight, looking down a small valley to see a series of small, interconnected rocky formations peppered throughout the ravine.

You exhaled softly. “Is that—?”

Sanemi nodded. “My den is just over there,” he pointed to a mass of moss-covered rock about halfway down the valley. “Though you cannot tell from this distance, it’s fairly deep on the inside.” He glanced down at you, eyes softening at the exhilaration upon your face. “We will not be disturbed.”

You tore your eyes away from the peaceful spread of land, the soft slopes of the mountainous terrain appearing so out of place with the murky darkness of the Netherwood. “And this is where you go every time you go into heat?”

“Aye, when wolves are unmated, it’s best for us to be alone,” Sanemi blushed slightly, a hand jumping to rub at the back of his neck. “To weather it alone, that is.”

Your hand found his and squeezed gently. “You won’t have to any longer.”

The Huntsman’s answering smile was warm as he tucked you into his side, kissing your hair.

“Come,” he said. “Let us get set up for the night.”

———

Sanemi had spoken the truth; though the cave had appeared small and unassuming from the outside, once he parted the thick ivy curtain which obscured the entrance from the sight of any wandering passerbys, you could see the mouth of the stone gave way to a comfortably large, rocky alcove.

The wall was set back about twenty feet from the cave’s entry. On one side, you spied a series of unevenly spaced ledges that Sanemi appeared to use as shelves, a cluster of odd-shaped packages wrapped in cloths of various fabrics resting upon the sediment.

Across from the little storage area was a thick pile of animal furs, soft and in pristine condition. Each was piled atop the other, creating a pad several inches thick that would serve as a barrier against the dirt-rock floor of the den.

Your eyes lingered on the pelts before you turned to Sanemi, head cocked in question.

Sanemi’s gaze darkened as it flitted between you and the furs. “A nest,” he explained, his voice turning to gravel. “To make the heat more comfortable.”

He paused for a moment. “Had I known I’d be finding myself a mate, I would have brought more. I was expecting to endure my heat alone —“

“It’s perfect,” you cut him off, hand covering his in assurance. “It’s all perfect.”

Sanemi brushed your hair back, hand caressing your face. He nodded towards the makeshift shelves on the opposite side of the nest. “Provisions,” he said. “I came here just before you found me to stock up on dried meat and fruits — and water.”

He nudged your foot shyly with his own. “And trust when I say you will need your sustenance.”

The suggestion in his tone was enough to make you step into him, heat pooling sensually in the depths of your stomach.

“Sanemi,” you whispered, and the Huntsman’s breath quickened. “Kiss me.”

Soft lips moved softly against your own, but it was not enough. With an eager gasp, you pressed forward, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, your teeth tugging at his bottom lip in silent request.

Sanemi opened, and your tongues melded together, both of you sighing deeply into the other as you breathed him in.

You walked him back, Sanemi allowing himself to be led to the edge of his nest. You pushed lightly on his chest, and he lowered himself, the Huntsman’s hands sliding down your waist and to your hips, tugging you down with him to straddle his lap.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you rest against him. As the two of you settled against the soft furs of the den nest, the Huntsman’s hardening length pushing against the sensitive spot between your legs, causing you both to gasp.

The Wolf’s chest rose hard and quick as you pushed your hips down against his once more.

Sanemi was panting against your mouth as you ground down once more against his crotch, mewling at the way his hardening bulge connected with that spot between your legs that made your toes curl.

“You must keep your cloak on,” he managed to whisper against your throat as he nuzzled against your skin.

At the first sound of the whimper building in your throat, Sanemi pushed your hips down against him, rolling his clothed groin up into yours. “I will still remove your dress, little lamb,” He huffed a quiet laugh skimming your jaw with his nose. “But the cloak is for your safety.”

“I do not wish for you to take me safely,” you whined, “I want you to take me as your mate.”

The declaration that you intended to accept the bond made the huntsman groan, his grip on your hips tightening as the fabric of your dress gathered beneath his palms.

“Be careful what you wish for, woman,” he warned, nipping at the tender spot beneath your ear.

“I will mate you, little lamb, but you are human.” Sanemi pulled back to face you, a warm hand coming to rest against your face as he gently, but firmly, forced you to meet his eyes. “And it is the full moon; it will be hard enough to restrain myself from transforming while I take you, even with your cloak on.”

Sanemi’s eyes shut tightly and for a moment, it looked as though he was in pain. “But were I to shift while claiming you right now, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t harm you. It is a risk I will not take, lamb.”

A warmth spread through your chest at the consideration and care the roughened man continued to show you, even as his heat only continued to heighten, evidenced by the ever-growing swell beneath his trousers.

The flutter in your stomach was tempered as your mind processed his words. “But you will shift while taking me? One day?”

Sanemi hesitated for a moment before nodding, and it was a struggle for you to refrain from clenching your thighs together. The wolf’s eyes were concerned, if not timid, as they searched yours. “Does that frighten you?”

The only thing that frightened you was how excited you felt at the prospect of Sanemi fully transforming into his fearsome, powerful wolf form as he pressed you into the pelts of his bed, but you weren’t about to confess that to him right then.

So you only shook your head, your fingers rising to gently caress the scar jutting across his cheek. “No, my wolf; that does not scare me at all.”

A pale eyebrow quirked up as a small smirk pulled at Sanemi’s lips. “So I am your wolf now, little lamb?”

“If I am to be yours, then you are to be mine, no?” You kissed him again, moaning softly at the soft fullness of his lips as they moved easily against yours. “Doesn’t the mating bond go both ways?”

Sanemi’s eyes were full of wonder as they roamed your face. “It does,” he whispered. “What you feel, I shall also, and likewise.”

“Then that makes you, my wolf.” You answered simply, smiling slyly. You leaned down to kiss him once more, your arms winding around his neck. The Huntsman groaned, his hands roaming the curves of your body, until they came to rest against your chest.

“Allow me,” Sanemi said gently, fingers coming to unlace the stays on your outer corset. “I’d prefer for you to be undressed before the moon rises.”

You grinned. “You just want to see me bare.”

“Aye, that’s true,” the Wolf chuckled, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin as his fingers deftly unwinding the cords keeping the garment secured. “But I also don’t want you trying to skin me for having destroyed your only set of clothing in my haste to have you my way.”

You mocked a pout. “But the cloak must stay?”

“Yes, you seductive little thing; your cloak stays for your protection.”

You groaned, huffing in annoyance as Sanemi finally undid the last lace of your corset and cast it aside. He pushed you back to sit against the pelts, kneeling before you to unlace your boots.

Once he’d set aside the worn leather shoes, the Huntsman focused his attention on the pair of long wool socks that went just over your knees. You tried to keep from squirming as his warm hands brushed against the bare skin above the tops of your socks, but the Wolf seemed intent on teasing you as much as possible. As he worked each sock slowly down your leg, he allowed his fingers to teasingly drag along the sensitive skin of your upper thighs.

You fought the urge to clench them together, your teeth gnashing together as you willed yourself not to shiver beneath his tantalizing touch. But you could not control the rush of arousal which flooded you, and your cheeks turned scarlet at the way Sanemi’s nostrils flared slightly, scenting you, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“So eager, little Lamb,” he simpered, allowing his fingers to drop to the space above one of your newly exposed ankle and massaging it. “So enticing.”

You glowered at him. “You know precisely what you’re doing, and I won’t fall for your little game.”

It was a lie, and you knew it as well as he, for all it took was a quick press of his lips against the crease between your shin and knee to have you whimpering, hips involuntarily bucking as you grew desperate for him to continue.

“It would not take much for me to have you begging, Lamb,” Sanemi warned, eliciting a gasp from you as he nipped the sensitive skin of your thigh. “Be grateful I will be in no mood to tease once the moon rises.”

You whined as Sanemi’s hands removed your skirts one at a time, and then your shift, slowly peeling back each of your layers until you were bare beneath him.

He pulled away once, to remove his cloak and the billowy linen shirt he wore, and then his boots. Left in nothing but his breeches, he knelt before you on the pelts, covering your trembling body with his warm solid form.

Your fingers jumped to the ties on his breeches, but Sanemi jerked his hips out of the way. At your small whine, he chuckled, his lips beginning a descent down your body from your neck.

“I first need to taste you,” he said simply between the soft nips he trailed down your torso, breaking up each prick of his teeth with alternating licks of his warm tongue.

Your small pout was quickly chased away by the electrifying sensation of Sanemi’s lips drifting closer and closer to where you wanted him most and you settled back against the furs, a tiny smile tugging at your mouth.

You spread your legs wider to accommodate his mass, so lean yet so solid, the muscles on his chest looking as though they’d been carved from the finest stone by only the most skilled of masons. Against the flickering light of the small fire he’d lit inside the cave, Sanemi’s hair was reminiscent of starlight, and his eyes, locked steadily with yours, glimmered like two, precious stones.

His mouth trailed lower, sweeping across your hipbones as he drew nearer to your core, Sanemi groaning softly as he scented your arousal where it pooled between your legs.

Your hands drifted to your naked breasts, your fingers pinching and tugging at your soft peaks as you nudged your hips forward, silently begging Sanemi to bestow upon you the same pleasure he’d given you the night before.

The Huntsman did not need a great deal of convincing. Hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you wide open, he surged forward and latched his mouth to your eager cunt.

Sanemi devoured you like a man starved.

He was sloppy; his face was pressed firmly against your center, jaw working furiously as his tongue lapped between your folds before dipping inside of your entrance, savoring the way your tight walls cinched around the wet appendage, before he pulled out and repeated the movement. The sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs could not rest, not between alternating brushes of the tip of his nose and the graze of his teeth as feasted.

Every so often, he would pull back, leaving only the tip of his tongue flicking against your bead, his face shiny with your slick, as he watched your face, the way your eyebrows knit and how your lips parted to let loose your breathy, desperate whimpers and pleas for more. But that brief moment of respite as he observed you rarely lasted more than a few thunderous beats of your heart before the Huntsman swooped down upon you once more, thrusting his tongue deep into your entrance and curling up, brushing against a spot within you that had you screaming his name.

One hand gripped your thigh harshly, his nails digging into the soft inner skin as he pulled you harder against his mouth, groaning between lewd slurps and smacks against your cunt. The other made its way towards your entrance, his fingers dragging lightly over the soft, fatty underside of your backside before settling at your opening, teasingly circling it.

“I can see you clenching,” he muttered between harsh sucks at your pearl. “Do you long to be filled, Lamb?”

Speech was difficult, but you managed to nod desperately your throat remembered how to make sound. “Y-yes!” You could hardly hear yourself over the roar in your ears as you chased that ascendant feeling building steadily in your gut. “P-please, Sanemi — I feel so…s-so empty —“

The Wolf seemed to be in a charitable mood, for he swiftly plunged two of his fingers into your core, burying them right down to the joint. Half a beat later, and Sanemi crooked those thick, calloused digits, fingertips massaging your inner walls until your thighs vibrated around his head, and his name left your mouth in a small shriek.

The Huntsman’s lips latched around your sensitive nub, alternating between sucking and licking, making you writhe against the furred pelts of the nest. The thumb of the hand working steadily at your entrance stretched up the length of your cunt, pressing firmly against your pearl and rotating in small circles, so he could continue to stimulate you even during those brief few seconds when his mouth would pull away from you so that he could swallow your juices like it was the finest nectar.

Your cries bounced off the walls of the cave den, the coil in your cut winding tight, your entire body shaking beneath the furious ministrations of Sanemi’s mouth against your cunt.

Sanemi’s head dipped down to plunge his tongue into your opening, right alongside his fingers and you came undone, the soft pelts beneath you disappearing as your body ascended high through the clouds of your pleasure.

Sanemi moaned as he drank from you, his free hand moving from your thigh to your hips to help you grind against his face, his eyes rolling back slightly as he savored your sweet taste.

Your dizzying high gradually guttered out, letting you drift softly back down against the pelts, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

The Huntsman imparted two, final licks against your hyper-sensitive folds before drawing back, his tongue running over his lips to collect the last traces of your juices that still lingered around his mouth.

“When we get home,” Sanemi’s voice was husky, as he brought the fingers he’d hand inside you to his mouth, his tongue carefully cleaning your essence from his digits. “You are to spend an entire day sitting upon my face while I feast. You will not move until I’ve had my fill.”

His vow made your stomach flutter and your mouth go dry. “You mean that was not enough?”

Sanemi’s answering grin was wolfish. “Not in the slightest, Lamb. You provoke a hunger in me that I fear cannot be sated.”

He leaned down over you, hand firmly cupping your jaw to part your lips as he slotted his mouth over you. His tongue slid into your mouth to caress yours, and you moaned at the musky, sweet taste of yourself still on his lips.

He broke the kiss with a wet smack. “So we shall start with a day and see how well you please me. If I am still unhappy, then you shall have to remain there until I am otherwise satisfied.”

“And what of my satisfaction, Wolf?” Sanemi’s grin only widened at your challenge. “So far, I’ve heard talk of only yours.”

The Huntsman’s fingers grazed your dampened slit, still so sensitive from what he’d done with his mouth that you hissed lightly, as he covered your body with his own.

“Have I not pleased you enough, sweetling? My sincerest apologies.” He mocked, rolling his clothed groin against your bare one. He dipped his head low, sucking one of your breasts into his mouth before kissing his way up your neck to your chin, stopping to let his lips just hover above yours. “We shall see if you’re still feeling so cheated once my cock is buried inside you, hm?”

The reminder of what was about to transpire in a matter of minutes as the sun dipped lower and lower below the horizon outside the cave stilled you, momentarily breaking through the lusty haze in your mind.

“Sanemi,” the seriousness in your tone drew the Huntsman to a halt, his eyes flicking to yours, his hands stilling.

You gulped. “It will hurt, will it not?”

Sanemi’s eyes softened, and his fingers began rubbing soothing circles into your skin, his touch gentle. “It will at first, yes.”

You nodded. “Do you think — can we start before moonrise?” Your hands found his and squeezed, pleadingly. “If it is going to hurt, I would prefer to do it before your heat sets in.”

Sanemi’s hand pulled away from your grasp to hold the side of your face, tilting your head until you had to meet his gaze.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sanemi’s fingers were delicate as they caressed the curve of your cheek. “You do not owe me anything; I would not dream of asking you to do anything you did not want.”

You parroted his touch by stroking a thumb softly over the scar that crossed his cheek. “I am certain that I want you, Wolf.” You leaned in and pressed your lips gently against his before pulling back. “I ask only because I want that moment to belong to you. Not as my mate, but as the man I’ve chosen to spend my days beside.”

“So please,” you entreated, pressing yourself closer against your Huntsman, your other hand toying with the faint trail of silver hair that spread across his bared pectorals. “Before you claim me as your mate, make me yours, Sanemi.”

The Huntsman’s breath was ragged. “All right, then,” one warm hand wrapped around your waist, its heat somehow burning through the layers of your skirts and shifts. “As you wish, Y/N.”

There was a beat as Sanemi nuzzled your nose with his. “But the cloak stays on.”

He chuckled at your small harrumph, quieting you with the sweetest of kisses, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Nice try,” he murmured against your lips, before rolling you beneath him.

Sanemi kissed his way down your body, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he neared your waiting core, but he held back, pulling off you to raise up on his feet, his hands coming to rest against the front laces of his breeches.

The Huntsman held your heated gaze as he slowly unlaced the leather cord securing his breeches. Without breaking the connection, Sanemi leisurely worked the soft deer hide down his hips and over his thighs, unveiling his toned lower abdominals and strong, muscular thighs.

Your eyes traced over every ridge and dip of the Huntsman’s nude body, cheeks growing hotter and hotter as your gaze dipped down lower.

There was that faint, silvery trail of hair that began just below his navel that had first made you view the Huntsman in a different light, all those days ago. That trail led down past his hips, right where the evidence of his desire stood proud, and waiting.

Sanemi’s manhood was thick and long, its tip level with his navel. It was a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, the head a pinkish color that seemed to grow deeper the longer you stared, as though sensing the events about to unfold and eager to move them along.

You’d seen him nude before, but this time was different. For now, Sanemi’s nakedness was about to belong to you as much as yours was to belong to him.

Sanemi turned slightly to the side to discard his breeches, placing them atop the many layers of your skirts and shift. From that angle, you spied a faint hump near the base of his length, almost imperceptible in the orange, flickering light of the cave, that you nearly mistook it for a trick of the shadows.

“Is that —?” Your voice faltered with your blush.

Sanemi’s answering smirk set off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. Though you’d seen him in a far more compromising position between your thighs, his beauty still had a habit of catching you off guard.

“Aye,” his voice was both silky and rough as he drew closer to you. “That will be my knot, once it fully forms.”

The Huntsman knelt down beside you on the soft pelts covering the den nest, lowering himself to graze his lips against yours. “But don’t worry about that right now, sweetling.” Sanemi then shifted so that he was hovering over you, a knee wedging between yours to help guide your legs open as he settled into the cradle of your thighs.

His lips ghosted against the side of your neck. “Just focus on me.”

You nodded, breath catching in your throat as his warm weight settled against you. You hissed at the feeling of the tip of his manhood brushing against your slick folds, a spark of pleasure jolting through you like a lightening bolt.

Above you, Sanemi ground his teeth, a tendon popping in his neck as he exhaled sharply. “Christ,” he ground out, repeating the sliding movement of his velvety head against your core. “I pray your cloak is enough, sweet girl. Because I don’t know how I’m going to hold back when you already feel this good.”

The mark on your neck pulsed with a simmering heat that only sent another gush of fluid between your legs. You mewled for him, fingers tugging lightly at his silver locks as you bucked your hips upwards, your body nearly thrumming with your need to be filled by the thick, searing length tracing up and down your folds.

Sanemi moaned. “Alright,” he said, exasperated but his voice shook. “Needy little thing.”

One hand skirted down the length of your thigh, gripping behind your knee to wrap your leg around his hips. The Huntsman’s other hand moved to grip the base of his manhood, lining it up with your entrance. Sanemi’s eyes lifted once to yours in silent question, and anticipation fluttered in your gut.

“Please,” was all you could say, breathy and desperate. “Please.”

As the head of his cock pushed into you, Sanemi rattled out a gasp, his eyes screwing tightly shut as he panted hard above you.

“L-lamb,” he stuttered even as he continued to breach your walls. “You’re so soft…so warm.”

You cried out at the way pleasure and a faint discomfort blended together into a pinching pressure as the Huntsman worked himself into you, his muscles trembling. The thick, blunt tip of his cock pushed against an inner barrier within you, and your belly clenched in anticipation as Sanemi paused the sinking of his hips into yours. His head dipped to the crook of your neck, right where he’d seared his claim into you, and he began to brush his lips against it, caressing the raised skin with his tongue.

The stimulation of your mark sent a flood of warmth trickling through you, relaxing your tensed limbs and allowing your body to open up to him — this Wolf, who was committed to making you his for good.

Your cry of discomfort melted into a deep moan of desire as your head tilted to the side, exposing more of your neck to the Wolf’s feverish mouth. With a growl of approval, Sanemi surged his hips forward and finally pushed past that thin, inner barrier, embedding himself to the hilt within your spasming walls. The flash of pain from his breach caused you to tense for a breath, your core pulsing at the intrusion. But then Sanemi’s fingers were there, working the nub between your legs to chase away any lingering discomfort as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your neck, murmuring soft praises.

Pleasure bloomed beneath Sanemi’s skillful touch as the last of the burning subsided. Your breath eased as you relaxed in his embrace, shyly rolling your hips against his to signal you were ready for more.

He pulled back, eyes searching yours. “Are you alright, sweetling?”

Your hands clawed at his back, trying to press the Huntsman closer to you, despite the way your bodies were pressed flush together. “Y-yes,” you managed, your breath stuttering as Sanemi shifted above you, the movement stimulating a spark of heat between your legs.

“M-more, Sanemi,” you moaned, fingers digging into the grooves of the muscles of his shoulders. “Please, more.”

He nodded with a groan, an arm shifting to wrap around your waist to hold you up against him. With his face buried in the crook of your neck, Sanemi began to move, his hips rolling into yours and pushing his manhood deeper and deeper into you.

“Lie back, sweet Lamb,” he murmured in your ear as he rolled into you once more. “Let me make you feel good.”

You couldn’t imagine how much better the Wolf was capable of making you feel than he was at that moment, with every lurid push of his length into your tight heat, but you weren’t about to question his abilities. With a quiet moan, you fell back away from him and against the soft pelts of the den nest, your arms dropping from his shoulders and coming to rest above you, against the furs.

“Fuck, just like that,” Sanemi’s gaze darkened as he beheld the way your position arched your lower back slightly, raising your peaked breasts higher up, your nipples stiff and desperate for stimulation. “You’re so good, little Lamb. So good for me.”

The Huntsman’s gentle praises made your thighs clench and warmth pool in your lower belly. Sanemi leaned forward with a sigh, running a hand up the length of your arm to grip one of your wrists to press it down into the nest. The other returned to your hip, angling you slightly in a way that allowed him to sink even deeper into your syrupy heat.

He lowered his head to wrap his lips around one of the sensitive buds of your breast, tugging it lightly between his teeth. “Gods, Lamb, you’ve no idea what you do to me,” he groaned. “It’s taking — fuck — everything in me not to tear this cloak off you and rut into you like the beast I am.”

You nearly whined at that, drawing upon every ounce of self control within you to not admit that was exactly what you wanted — Sanemi, unrestrained and utterly wild. You locked your ankles against his backside and used all the strength in your legs to push him into you, bucking your hips in tandem with his. “Sanemi, please, I need more —“

He answered with a pointed thrust of his hips, choking you off with a gasp.

“Is that so?” Sanemi’s breath was hot against your ear, and a shiver jolted down your spine at the faint growl that tinged his words. He shifted your legs so that they were wrapped higher around his hips, the fat of your backside resting against his sturdy thighs. “Then you better hold on tight, little Lamb.”

The Huntsman locked a muscled arm around your waist and moved his hand to grip both your wrists, pinning them above your head.

His lips crashed down against yours as Sanemi began to thrust into you with a steady rhythm, each push of his length into your spasming core as precise and fluid as the Huntsman had proved himself to be in the Wood. Only now, he was not faced with an opponent, but with something far more tantalizing — something he desired far more to dominate.

You.

And you were only happy to give into him, what with the way his cock charted previously unexplored places deep inside you, repeatedly brushing against spots that had your mouth falling open and stars appearing in the corners of your eyes.

Sanemi’s tongue slid into your mouth as his hands moved to arch your back further, your legs rising higher on his waist until they were locked just under his ribcage, the Huntsman bearing more of his weight down upon you and pressing you harder into his nest.

You pulled away from his lips, your breath ragged. “I - I f-feel,” you tried to babble, though your mouth struggled to form coherent words against the symphony of moans and whimpers that each push of Sanemi’s length into you dragged out.

Sanemi’s lips moved down your neck and danced across your throat. “How do you feel, Lamb?” He cooed, the tip of his incisor brushing against the hollow of your throat, his pace only increasing with every deep plunge of his length into your silken cavern.

Your eyes fluttered shut even as your eyebrows knit together, the knowledge of how to properly speak nothing more than a distant memory.

“F-full,” you managed to pant after a moment. “So — ah — full, Sanemi.”

Amidst the sounds of your breathy moans and Sanemi’s rugged pants and snarls, a pointed, wet schlick began to echo off the walls of the cave den as Sanemi continued to build his rhythm, his cock nearly pulling all the way out of your honeyed heat before he plunged it right back in, hitting you so deep, you wondered whether he might be able to touch your very soul.

Your moans grew louder as that familiar coil began to tighten behind your navel, just above where you felt the tip of Sanemi’s length begin to twitch within you.

Sanemi stuttered out a broken groan of your name. “My sweet, sweet girl —“

“I love you!” you gasped, the thick, pleasured fog in your head unable to keep the words from tumbling out of your mouth. “Ngh — I love you — fuck, Sanemi!”

The Huntsman only growled in response, his hands digging into your hips to pull you to meet his thrusts, his hips snapping faster against you.

Just outside the mouth of the den, the clouds parted and the moon’s silvery rays filtered through the small cracks in the earthen wall of the cave.

Sanemi’s thrusts stuttered as his body suddenly seized. His head was thrown back, the tendons and muscles in his neck rigid with strain, while his chest heaved, struggling to take a breath.

The fingers digging into your hips tightened and you cried out at the sharp prick of nails sinking into your soft flesh. At the sound of your voice, Sanemi’s hands pulled away to reveal fingers now with long, curved nails.

His claws.

A choked, strangled noise that was somewhere between a groan and a howl ripped from Sanemi’s throat as he shuddered violently above you. The tremors sent faint vibrations right to where the two of you were connected, sparking new yet short-lived waves of pleasure rippling through your core. you mewled at the loss of stimulation as the huntsman stilled once more, desperately wanting him to start moving again to ease the burgeoning friction between your legs.

Your hips involuntarily twitched up against his and Sanemi’s head snapped down, his attention now wholly focused on you, writhing below him.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes.

No longer did they reflect the soft lilac that you’d come to find comfort in; that regarded you with a curious gentleness that often contrasted with Sanemi’s gruff and scarred countenance.

Now, the eyes that watched you from above had faded to a startling silver that glowed nearly as bright as the fat moon which hung just outside the mouth of the den.

But his eyes were nothing compared to the fangs that had formed on both his upper and bottom rows of teeth.

Sanemi’s incisors had lengthened, the upper pair extending nearly to his lower lip. The teeth tapered out to sharp points, glistening in the moonlight with a promise of violence to anyone who might find themselves at their mercy.

He had warned you that it would be difficult to keep himself from shifting while he mated you, but you’d assumed that the presence of your cloak would keep him in his human form. It seemed, however, that the magical protection afforded by the Ruby red wool draped around your shoulders, still could not fully temper the beast within.

Especially when that beast was in the thick of his heat and claiming you as his mate.

Still embedded deep within your heat, apparently oblivious to the growing friction that caused you to squirm, Sanemi’s nostrils flared and his eyes dropped to the sides of your hips. His pupils contracted, a deadly glint igniting within his silver pools, as he beheld the thin rivulets of blood which had gathered and crested beneath the marks left behind by his claws.

A growl, low and dangerous built in his throat at the sight of the crimson, but the arm wrapped around your waist tightened in silent apology.

His free hand rose to cup your jaw and he squeezed, forcing your mouth to fall open. Sanemi leaned over you, his tongue falling out of his mouth where you could see he’d gathered some of his saliva, and he let it drip past your parted lips. You accepted the fluid, warm and slightly sweet, as it pooled in your mouth until all that connected his lips with yours was a single, clear string of saliva that broke as Sanemi spoke once more.

“Swallow,” his voice was gruff and tinged with an animalistic snarl.

You obeyed, and Sanemi huffed in approval, his eyes lowering once more to your sides, waiting.

The skin around the marks left behind by Sanemi’s claws grew warm and then tingled before the sensation quickly faded away. Curious, your hand fluttered to the outer curve of your right hip, fingers seeking out the tender, bleeding skin. With a soft gasp, you realized all that remained on your flesh were drying flakes of your blood.

Your eyes flew to Sanemi’s in surprise, and the wolf nodded.

His half-shifted form was apparently only able to speak a single word at a time. “Healed,” he confirmed, tongue darting out from between his lips to lick alongside your neck. “Healed.”

The huntsman’s nose moved to press flush against the soft spot beneath your ear, inhaling deeply. Your breath hitched at the sudden, light graze of his fangs against the curve of your collar bone, accompanied by a distinct wetness that pooled just beneath it.

Sanemi breathed into you again, his corresponding groan deep and possessive, and it occurred to you that in this half-shifted form, he was scenting you, needing to confirm that you were the one he’d marked; the one who was accepting his mating bond.

And your scent was making him drool.

“Mate,” he growled, dragging his nose down your neck to the hollow of your throat where your pulse thrummed. Your breath caught in your throat as the tip of one of his fangs grazed the delicate skin, and you realized it would take no effort for the wolf above you to pierce your neck and claim your life.

It would’ve frightened you, had you not realized that Sanemi was continuing to hold still above you. He remained that way, even though it was likely every instinct he had was screaming at him to move, to mark to, to claim you, especially when he was already sheathed deep within the sanctity of your walls. His restraint was palpable, given how he trembled, even as you felt his cock twitch within you, desperately seeking to fill and breed.

“Mate?” Came his snarl once more tinged by the faintest uncertainty as he awaited your response.

If you wanted him to stop, you had no doubt his will would overcome his base instincts, and he would pull away.

But you didn’t, and so you merely breathed, “Yes, wolf. I am your mate.”

A dark hum of approval rippled from Sanemi’s chest and he answered with a deep push of his hips. You gasped, hitching your legs higher on his waist and you swore it felt as though his cock had somehow grown hotter, thicker, as he began his rut.

But Sanemi in heat did not want your legs wrapped around him; he wanted you submissive, utterly at his mercy as he claimed you as his mate, and so, he flipped you to your hands and knees with a supernatural dexterity that left you breathless.

Clawed hands came to rest on your hips and dragged you back to him, carefully folding the hem of your cloak up and back to expose your rear end to the Wolf’s hungry gaze. One hand left to push against your upper back, pressing you into the soft pelts of the mating nest, while the other tilted your hips until your backside was in the air.

Your stomach clenched at the hot exhale of air that blew against your cunt, thighs squeezing together at the sound of Sanemi scenting you with a deep intake of breath.

“Pretty,” Sanemi marveled, the calloused pad of his index finger swiping along the slick folds of your core, causing your muscles to clench, desperate to be filled once more.

His voice took on a darker edge. “Mine.” He growled, and your head fell forward with a throaty moan as Sanemi’s tongue flattened against your folds for a strong lick.

His mouth only caused your essence to gush once more, and this pleased him, given the contented humming that sent vibrations rocking through you, loosening a desperate cry from your throat.

The sound of your desperation seemed to spark something in the wolf at your back, for Sanemi suddenly tore his mouth away from you and rose to his knees. You were about to turn to beg him to touch you again, when you felt the hot, leaking tip of his cock press into your entrance, slipping past that first ring of muscle before stilling.

Sanemi left his clawed hands on your hips and shifted his weight to let his knees knock your thighs together. Tilting your hips even more, Sanemi then rose up, the head of his cock still tucked safely inside you, and planted one foot on either side of your knees, coming to a squat.

And then, Sanemi began to fuck you once more.

Your thighs trembled beneath you as Sanemi’s cock stretched and filled you, reducing you to no more than a quivering puddle of your own arousal and desperate need to be claimed.

With every relentless push of his cock, with every pointed slap of his groin against your backside, you were reminded that at the end of this, there would be no part of you that remained wholly yours. Sanemi fucked himself into every crevice, every nerve that made up you, his cock chasing away anything that could not be marked by him.

You did not exist for yourself; you existed only for his pleasure and to take his knot.

“Mine,” Sanemi growled, over and over, with every bruising thrust into you, as the swelling base of his cock pressed closer and closer to your entrance.

He was too fast; Sanemi fucked into you at a pace so brutal, it was all you could do to continue holding your hips up, fingers desperately digging into the soft pelted blankets for purchase as every drive of the wolf’s hips made you bounce.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Sanemi chanted, each reminder punctuated by the possessive thrust of his cock into your drooling cunt, so forceful that you struggled to take a breath.

It felt like heaven.

“Yes,” you half-groaned, half-screamed into the fur below you. “Y-yours! Your mate!”

Your words only seemed to make him grow more feral and desperate, his hips snapping even harder against you as his engorged cock threatened to tear you apart from the inside, out.

One of his hands left your hip and you nearly whined, needing to feel him everywhere you couldn’t touch. You chanced a glance over your shoulder, just in time to see Sanemi raise his thumb to his mouth to bite the long, thick curved tip of his claw clean off. His thumb now resembling that of an ordinary man’s, Sanemi brought it right between your legs, pressing down against the series of nerves at the apex of your thighs that made you howl.

Even in the thick of his heat, your pleasure was his priority.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” your voice trembled in time with your body as the pressure in your navel built, much faster than it had before, the walls of your cunt fluttering harder around the thick, bulbous length of the wolf bent over your back. “Sanemi!”

The wolf’s thumb swirled around your bud more insistently, his cock throbbing as he shoved it deeper and deeper into you. From your position on your knees, chest firmly smushed against the pelts of the den nest, you began to feel the soft furs lightly graze against the skin of your stomach, though the lower half of your body was largely still suspended above the ground.

Not even your mind-numbing pleasure could stymie your curiosity as your hand drifted down your abdomen until it met a hard, bulging lump that throbbed just below your navel.

A lump that pulsed in time with every vicious thrust of the wolf’s hips against your backside. With a strangled gasp you pressed down, palm cupping around the thick, protruding head of Sanemi’s cock from the outside as it battered you from within.

The pressure made Sanemi tip his head back, a pleasured snarl rumbling from deep within his chest. His hips stuttered once, causing his heavy, full balls to slap right against your swollen bead and you came undone.

The walls of your core seized around the Wolf’s cock with a dizzying force, your limbs locking up as a euphoric scream tore your throat raw, and tears sprang into your eyes. Your cunt pulsed around his length, a gush of your sticky pleasure surging forth to cost him and his groin, the scent mixing with the heady, thick musk that permeated the air of the den.

Your eyes strained as they rolled deeply back into your head, your brain only vaguely registering the way Sanemi inhaled deeply behind you, a cross between a whine and a groan falling from his lips.

Sanemi’s hips gave one final, mighty push of his cock deep into your womb before you felt a sudden explosion of hot, sticky warmth flood you as Sanemi’s own climax ruptured.

You felt his seed fill you, a stray bead just managing to eke out from where the two of you were joined to trickle teasingly down your inner thigh. You wouldn’t have paid it any mind, but Sanemi growled lowly at it, as though the single drop of his milky pleasure managing to evade capture within your tight warmth was something to mourn.

Several moments passed, and yet Sanemi’s length remained rigid and spurting inside you, only prolonging your own release. As he spilled, Sanemi’s hips lurched forward once more, somehow pushing his cock deeper into your core as it spasmed around him with the last fading waves of your pleasure. But that pleasure was quickly replaced by a burning stretch as something hot and hard and thick bumped up against your entrance.

With a grunt, Sanemi nudged it forward and the hardened gland slipped into your hole, eliciting a mix between a scream and a moan from you that was only muffled by the fur against which you’d buried your face.

His knot, you realized, as your walls tried to rebel against the intrusion and push it out. Your swollen, aching cunt, however, was no match against the heavy, bulbous weight of the plug determined to keep every bit of the hot seed still spurting from Sanemi’s cock locked deep within you.

Several more moments passed as you remained pinned beneath the Wolf, his knot locked snugly within your cunt as he sighed and mewled above you, his lips grazing the back of your neck and shoulders. As your womb began to feel slightly bloated from the volume of hot, viscous seed with which Sanemi filled you, you began to finally feel his cock soften, and the burning stretch of your walls around his knot started to lessen as it slowly shrunk.

As his knot finally ebbed, Sanemi’s cock slipped out, only a small trail of his seed behind it, trickling lightly down your thigh.

His chest pressed harder into your back and you both fell forward, collapsing against the soft pelts cushioning the floor of his den, panting.

Your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your eyes were glassy, every inch of you trembling from the intensity of your joining. To quiet the thunderous beat of your heart against your sternum, you concentrated on on the feeling of his seed, thick and heavy, as it sloshed within your womb.

Soft lips grazed your still-burning mating mark before they moved softly down your spine as Sanemi’s weight lifted from your back. Warm, gentle hands gripped your hips and eased you flat against the nest before turning you over, your body boneless beneath his touch.

Sanemi’s fingers brushed your hair from your face, his eyes full of concern as his hand caressed your cheek. “Are you okay, my lamb?”

It took a surprising amount of effort to remember how to nod your head, and enough time passed that Sanemi lurched over you, his eyes wide as a worried call of your name echoed over the roar in your ears.

“I’m fine,” you managed after a moment, your voice a faint warble as your hands searched for him, needing the warmth of his skin to bring you back down to earth. “I promise I’m okay.”

You took a deep breath and allowed your eyes to slide shut, your face turning to nuzzle deeper into his palm as it rest against your temple. Sanemi’s fingers continued to brush your hairline, over and over, in an effort to soothe you.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt steadier; more grounded. You finally met his worried gaze, his irises having faded back to that delicate lilac hue you loved rather than the glowing silver they’d been during your rut.

But as you shifted beneath him, you felt another gush of his seed leak out of you, and the way it trickled down the curve of your ass before pooling on the fur beneath you made your core pulse once more.

Sanemi’s eyes flickered silver as the embers of your arousal caught once more, and your thighs clenched in anticipation.

Your hand found the back of his neck and gripped it firm, tugging his head back down towards you until your lips nearly touched. Sanemi’s breath was warm and sweet as it fanned over your face. Slowly, your other hand trailed down his chest, savoring the way his muscles rippled and tensed beneath your soft caress.

Your fingers found his still-stiffened member and they closed around it, giving him one, strong pump.

“Again.” You ordered, and your thighs fell open, the full scent of your arousal mixed with the muskiness of his seed making Sanemi’s nostrils flare, his pupils narrowing to slits as he growled in reply.

—————

Hours passed, and the sun had long since risen and begun its descent in the west, but Sanemi’s heat had still not subsided.

The periods of Sanemi’s lucidity gradually grew in length with every small break between his knot finally subsiding and his heat reigniting. The last break had lasted long enough for Sanemi to bring you several strips of dried meat and a handful of dried fruit, along with a skien of water that he had to help hold to your lips as you slurped greedy mouthfuls of the cool, spring water. You hadn’t had much of an appetite, given the way your stomach seemed to bulge slightly from the amount of seed he’d already given you, but the Hunstman insisted, lecturing you briefly about the need to keep your energy — and stamina — at a consistent level.

You’d begrudgingly accepted his offerings, less so out of hunger and more so because of the way he’d pulled you against the sweat-slicked skin of his chest while you ate, his fingers tracing delicately up and down your spine as his lips peppered your forehead in gentle, reverent kisses.

But that had been at least two hours prior, and you were right back where you started: head thrown back and nonsensical babbling lilting from your mouth as Sanemi impaled you on his monstrous length, over and over, until you could not remember where you ended and he began.

To his credit, even Sanemi in heat tried to feed you his knot in new positions, still committed to ensuring that you got as much pleasure from the experience as he. The current position was the most toe-curling one yet, one that had Sanemi resting on his haunches, his back straight as he kept you perched atop his cock like a throne.

One clawed hand was splayed across your lower back, keeping you upright as the other stretched across your lower abdomen, hand pressing down against your navel so you could feel the bulbous head of his engorged cock rub against that spot at the front of your wall that made you forget your own name, even if you could not seem to forget his.

This position also allowed him to guide you up and down his length in time with his lurid, frenzied thrusts, which you supposed was a good thing, considering your legs had long since been reduced to jelly and were utterly useless.

You felt yourself growing more and more lightheaded the harder Sanemi continued to fuck himself into you, the pleasure wrought by each frantic, deep stroke of the Wolf’s thick length in and out threatening to overtake you entirely.

His seed was steadily squelching out of you with each impassioned thrust, running down your thighs and dampening the furs below you. you’d lost count of how many times he’d already given you his knot. Truthfully, you’d stopped counting around the third or fourth time, your body too concentrated on trying to simply keep up with the Huntsman’s insatiable stamina. Still, despite the exhaustion, your mouth managed to form only a single, coherent plea for more, a command the Wolf was only too happy to oblige

You were getting closer to that pinnacle again, a slew of whimpers falling from your mouth in time with each harsh drive of the wolf’s cock into your cunt. But despite the number of times Sanemi had brought you over the edge since this dance had begun, you felt as though this time, it would be different; more extreme. How could you not, given the way your own juices slid down your thighs, mixing with his essence as he fucked it both into and out of you?

Sanemi’s length was hardly pulling out of your sopping heat, so you felt the swelling at his base steadily growing larger and larger, and you knew his release was imminent. You tried to tighten your arms around his neck, a high-pitched whine keening from your throat as your head fell back.

The Wolf bent low and sucked one of your aching breasts into his mouth, his teeth adding new reddish-purple marks to the fatty flesh that his tongue worked to quickly soothe. A graze of his fangs against your nipple sent another gush of fluid rushing from your core, followed by a wanton moan as you arced your back, pressing your breasts harder into his face.

You felt your walls begin to tighten around his rocky length once more, and your pearl brushed against the swollen hub of the enlarged gland at the base of his cock.

With a final jolt of his hips upwards, Sanemi’s knot pressed flush against the apex of your thighs and sent you catapulting into the burning fire of your climax once more, your body seizing as your vision faded white. There was only a faint ringing in your ears as you felt yourself floating along clouds that matched the precise hue of your Huntsman’s hair, and you let yourself be utterly lost among the pleasure that was Sanemi.

You were content to remain amidst that departed bliss, your body weightless and your mind empty, but the Wolf still embedded deep within your cunt was not.

Your rapture was disrupted by a faint pressure between your thighs, just against that nub Sanemi had shown you was sacred to him. That pressure grew, your limbs no longer floating but stiffening, tensing as something warm and calloused pinched more insistently at your pearl.

With a keening cry, you plummeted out of the clouds of mindless bliss you’d ascended to and right back down to earth, to that cave den where Sanemi had you draped over his thighs, one clawed hand supporting the middle of your back to keep you upright as the other furiously worked between your legs.

Tears of pleasure so intense leaked from the corners of your eyes as you deduced that the Wolf rutting into you had forced you back to consciousness with yet another climax, this one just as powerful as the previous. Though, now, instead of your vision fading to white, a rush of your own fluids surged forth and coated the Huntsman’s groin, wetting down the coarse, silvery hairs that surrounded his cock.

Sanemi’s nostrils flared at the scent of your pleasure as it soaked him. With something more akin to a roar than a groan or a shout, Sanemi’s cock erupted within you, his hot seed shooting so deep, you swore you could taste it — him — at the back of your throat.

Had you been capable of speech, you would have tried to tell him you could not possibly be expected to hold anymore of his pleasure — not when you’d already taken more loads of it than you could count, not when it felt as though his seed had replaced every trace of blood within your body, so coating everything inside that made you you to instead make his. But you weren’t; not when your tongue was half-lolled out of your mouth, not when your eyes had rolled so far back into your skull, you’d wondered whether they might become stuck there.

And even if you could have spoken, it wouldn’t have mattered. For the moment Sanemi’s cock ceased twitching inside you once more, you felt felt his hips surge up and in, felt that hard, bulbous knot slip right into your core with far more ease than it had earlier in the night, ensuring that not a single drop of Sanemi’s pleasure could leak out of where he’d just unloaded it within you once more.

Not that you would want it to be anywhere else, anyways; not when it was so warm, so comforting as it sloshed around inside your womb, making you feel a fullness not even the most decadent of meals could impart.

Somehow, still, you wanted more; needed it. Needed him.

You continued to float as you took the Wolf’s knot twice more, your brain little more than liquid and your senses too dull to perceive anything that wasn’t him. Distantly, you felt him tense and heard his soft groan, quieter than any noise he’d made since first claiming you all those hours ago, and his dwindling knot lodged into your entrance one final time.

The two of you breathed heavily for a moment, you folded half against the cave wall, sandwiched between cool rock and Sanemi’s solid warmth. Dazedly, you realized Sanemi had called your name, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.

Blinking, your eyes blearily opened to meet a pair of lilac — not silver — irises hovering above your own.

Sanemi’s face was flushed, but his human features had returned, with not a trace of those elongated fangs or pointed ears left.

A sheen of sweat coated his skin, dampening the ends of his snowy hair to a dark silver. Sanemi kept himself braced above you, his muscles rippling in the dim, fading light of the small fire feebly flickering within the cave. From your spot below him on the pelts, your eyes traced a bead of sweat that rolled down his neck and over one of his scarred pectorals.

“You cannot possibly take anything more from me.” He panted, and to your amusement, he almost looked alarmed as his eyes roamed your equally flushed and sweaty form spread out below him.

You smiled serenely up at the Huntsman — your mate.

“I can take whatever it is you want to give me, Wolf.”

Sanemi groaned loudly as he pulled out of you, both of you wincing at the loss of warmth.

“I have nothing left to give you, woman. My heat has ended,” his eyebrows raised. “Even if yours, apparently, hasn’t.”

Between your legs felt sticky and gooey with the remnants of Sanemi’s heat slowly leaking forth and mixing with the fluid drying on your thighs. But despite the slightly uncomfortable sensation of the Huntsman’s copious seed beginning to dry where it crusted on your skin, you smirked at him nonetheless as he laid out beside you with a heavy sigh.

“So I am a Wolf, then? If you think I am in heat, that is.”

“I think you are the most insatiable devil ever to grace the Wood,” Sanemi countered exasperatedly. “And I think you may be the death of me.”

You giggled as the Huntsman helped ease you down from where he’d pinned you against the wall, his hands gently guiding you to your side against him as the two of you laid down upon the furs.

Your head nestled into the crevice in the middle of his chest, your cheek pressed flush against his sternum, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that threatened to bring sleep fast and soon.

“You said something earlier,” Sanemi said gently. “Just before I —“

Your eyes flew open, a faint blush of embarrassment staining your cheeks as you recalled your words, cried out just before the moon had triggered Sanemi’s partial transformation.

I love you!

“Where are you going?” Warm fingers caught you beneath your chin, preventing you from burying your face against his chest in your effort to hide away.

Your head was turned up, and your eyes met that warm, lilac gaze. “Don’t hide from me, my Lamb.”

“Pretend I said nothing,” you squeaked, eyes dropping. “It does not have to mean anything.”

Sanemi’s other hand dropped to the mark branded into the juncture of your neck. At the first brush of his gentle yet strong fingers against the mark’s curvature, a warmth flooded through you, your teeth sinking into your lip to prevent you from purring at the contact.

“I did mark you, you know,” he smiled softly. “Bound myself to you for life, even if you decided to reject me.”

His smile faded slightly, his eyes earnest. “I would not have done that if I didn’t care for you — deeply.”

Sanemi’s lips pursed in thought. “If I did not love you, too.”

And though you had just spent the last day and a half allowing him to bend and twist you into positions that had you sobbing for him, the Huntsman’s words made your heart flutter like a bird.

“From this day forward,” you whispered, taking Sanemi’s hand in yours and pressing the tips of his fingers against your lips. “Wherever you go, I wish to follow.”

“You say that as though there was a chance you wouldn’t; as though you’d ever willingly leave me in peace.” He brushed a kiss against the top of your nose and his voice quieted. “As though I’d have it any other way.”

You answered his soft smile with one of your own, leaning up to slant your mouth over his. Sanemi’s lips parted easily for yours, your tongue sliding into his mouth to languidly dance with his, your hand snaking up his chest to hold the side of his neck.

The Huntsman growled softly into your kiss, an arm tightening around your waist as he pressed your nude body flush against his own.

“My heat may be over,” he said huskily against your mouth as he broke away to catch his breath. “But the fire you’ve lit within me still rages hot, little Lamb.”

You mewled as you traced your lips down, gliding over a scarred pectoral to take his pert little nipple into your mouth, your tongue swirling softly around it as Sanemi moaned.

“You’ve taken me as a wolf, Hunstman,” you purred, your hand sliding down his chiseled torso to where his cock had begun to stir once more. “Now I want you to take me as a man.”

With a low growl, Sanemi’s hands seized around your waist and flipped you over, laying you out on your back atop him, body pressed flush against his.

“Who am I to deny my mate?” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, and one hand snaked around to your front to gently squeeze the sides of your throat.

“But since I’m taking you as a man, then I suppose you are no longer a Lamb, which means you no longer need this.” Sanemi’s fingers dropped to the collar of your cloak where it was still draped around your shoulders.

“And as fond as I am of your little red riding hood, I’m no longer concerned with being held back, sweetling.”

He flung the ruby cloak into a far corner of the cave before sliding his hand under you to position his cock between your legs, his tip already leaking as it pressed against your entrance.

His other arm looped through yours, pulling them back and pinning them against his chest, before he gave a great thrust up, sheathing himself to the hilt within your ready and eager walls.

You moaned, loud and unrestrained as Sanemi nipped at the side of your neck, your thighs spreading wider to accommodate his thrusts up from below.

“Let’s see how much more of me you can take now, little Red.”

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SOMEWHERE IN THE NETHERWOOD

The silent, still trees of the Netherwood were helpless against the icy mist that rolled in from the foothills of the tiny, isolated village at its borders.

Though the forest had always been a void where sound and sunlight went to die, the mist heralded forth an unnerving stillness, so that not even a brave little songbird risked fluttering its wings. Even the shadows seemed to recoil as the source of the mist slunk through the ancient Wood, the most fearsome of its residents cowering away from the sinister intruder.

A figure emerged from the icy fog. Though the sun had long since set, the traveler needed no lantern or torch; his eyes, an unsettling kaleidoscope of colors, saw easily through the dark, the Wood unable to keep its secrets hidden from his hungry gaze.

It was quite a lovely night, the figure mused. A cool, late autumn evening with air so crisp it could only mean snow was imminent.

And snow made it much easier to track his prey.

Not that he was having much difficulty to begin with; after all, the girl’s noble attempt to muddy her own scent only made the chase that much more fun for the creature prowling through the Netherwood. Especially since the girl’s actions would lead him to a far bigger — far tastier, prize.

He smiled fondly to himself. He hadn’t imagined that the scrappy village girl would have ever made this game of his so interesting, and he certainly hadn’t expected her to be capable of serving him the feast he now tracked through the Wood.

He would still dispose of her the same way as the others, just as he planned. It did not matter to him that she’d already tainted herself by allowing a Wolf to mate her. In fact, the figure mused as he licked the remaining blood from his last his meal from his fingers, he hoped that the Wolf’s attempt to breed the succulent little human had been successful.

Mortal women and girls were far more satisfying than any other prey, with the way their bodies stored fat and held onto nutrients in preparation for child bearing. But a human woman carrying a Wolf’s pups? His mouth watered at the thought as he shuddered with delight.

But even if she was not carrying the fruits of the Wolf’s seed, it wouldn’t matter; she would still sate both his appetites.

And then there was the Wolf himself.

For the Wolf was the creature’s true target; the fat goose he hadn’t expected to find when he broke into the hen’s house in search for a new bride to claim.

The creature suppressed the primal, longing growl that bubbled up in his chest as he imagined how it would feel to sink his teeth into the furred flesh of the cursed Wolf, and how it would feel to swallow his mouthfuls of power and boundless strength.

His stomach growled at the thought, though he’d just feasted on a little girl he’d snatched from her parents’ bed as he’d waded into the Netherwood. She’d been bony and small, likely barely pubescent, but he’d been in need of nourishment before embarking on the long journey ahead. And, she’d been unbroken, and while he was not someone to care as much about such trivial matters, he couldn’t deny that it did feel so much better when they were untouched and untainted.

But she would do for now, as she rested in his belly. She could hold him over until he decided it was time to set his plan in motion, and his daring, rebellious little Y/N led him straight to the wolves’ den.

And Lord Douma knew how to be patient. And so, he would wait.

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Kinktober Day 7: Impact Play, Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader

Sanemi was always rough around the edges, but when he was with you he’d melt to your very presence. You were so sweet and docile and frail, he couldn’t imagine life without you but you knew there was something feral begging to be let out when he’d hold you, the way his large hands would leave bruises on the fat of your thighs or ass made it obvious that he was itching to go feral on you. You could only imagine how his purple hues blew out in excitement when you asked him to spank you during intercourse. He’d ask you again and again for consent which you always agreed to but you didn’t realize what trouble you had gotten yourself into until he had you pinned under him, cock buried balls deep in your dripping cunt.

“All this unclaimed skin…all mine…fuck I can’t wait to leave my handprints on you.”, Sanemi stared down at you like a hungry animal, tongue dragging against his top lip to the delicious cunt that dripped for him.

His strong hands pulled your hips up higher making you stick your ass out for him, “Remember the safe word Starlight, if it becomes to much say Wisteria or hit your foot against my leg three times okay?”, Sanemi instructs you quietly hands already shaking in anticipation against your hips.

You nod and gently bounce your hips back on his cock enjoying the veins that ran throughout his fat shaft. The sweet high pitched yelp that left your lips upon the first hit made Sanemi groan, the burning sensation left against his palm left him craving more. He smacked you again on your thigh relishing in the way your cunt squeezed him tighter with each hit. He made sure to leave both sides even with his heavy slaps enjoying your sweet cunt while he painted your ass and thighs red with his hand. He gives a momentary break from the slaps only to bury himself deeper into your cunt before plunging his hips into yours like a madman. You whimpered against the bedsheets creaming around his fat cock much to his delight.

“Fuck yes baby, look at that white ring around the hilt, that’s all you. That’s you claiming my cock with a ring that I never want to get rid of.”, he growled pulling on his own bangs to the intensity of your shaking body. He feels your walls clamping around him and just can’t help but give your ass another rough smack. Once again your strangle his cock with your pussy from the sharp pain and he can’t help but chuckle above you. You’re in tears from the pleasure and the pain but you can’t get enough, you want more of your feral lover.

You bounce your hips back onto his cock letting him enjoy the sweet jiggle of your red ass, it’s enough to make him cum but he needs to make sure you feel good too. He gives you another slap on your left thigh as a sign to stop so you do, only to have your face pinned into the bed and your body nearly folded over you while Sanemi’s hips slammed into your wet cunt in overdrive. There’s an occasional slap here and there making you whine into the sheets, Sanemi’s fat cock nudges your gspot so intensely you don’t even realize he’s pulled another orgasm out of you.

“Sanemi!”, you cry out, whimpering to the burning sensation in your ass and thighs. Red paints your skin so beautifully that it has Sanemi falling in love with you all over again.

“Oh fuck baby you feel that? I’m fucking soaked because of you, it’s dripping down my balls and your pussy is squeezing me so tight.”, Sanemi growls slapping both of your ass cheeks at the same time just to enjoy the round flesh jiggle from his strike.

“Nemi…I-it hurts.”, you whine running your cold hand over your thigh.

You almost make his character break but he’s almost done, just one more orgasm and he’ll stop. He flips you onto your back and smiles down at you, his hand raises over his hand over his head making you cry out in pleasure when it strikes your puffy clit. The jolt of pleasure it sends through your body makes you shake, Sanemi does it again feeling your sweet gummy walls strangle his cock. His hips start rutting into yours again pushing out the previous seeds you had coating your walls. You moan like a bitch in heat to each strike your puffy clit takes and it drives Sanemi closer and closer to his release but he’s looking for one special move to send you over the edge.

“Bad sluts don’t deserve a pretty face, why don’t I make yours uneven.”, he growls with a sinister smile raising his hand over his head.

You clench down hard around his cock out of fear expecting to be slapped but when his hand grips your chin and his lips press passionately to yours you feel your walls spasm with release. Sanemi groans against your lips feeling you squirt against his crotch and abs, “Ooohohoho fuck! That’s it baby that’s it! Fucking milk me!”, Sanemi growls like a beast above you gently slapping and rubbing your clit to extend your orgasm.

He’s enjoying how your body shakes and trembles for his cock, he pulls away when you can’t take it anymore and gasps watching your cunt push out all the cream that filled your insides. It’s enough to get him hard again but your body can’t take anymore, he wanders off to the bathroom to find some lotion to rub into your thighs for the pain. You’re barely getting your breathing back on track when he comes back and he kisses you so sweetly that it’s almost impossible to tell if he was really the man that was rearranging your guts just minutes ago.

“Everything stings and I thought you were gonna slap me.”, you huff tears spilling from your eyes.

“Yeah but you’re not a bad slut, you’re my sweet strong girls that took every hit I gave you. Good girls get kisses and massages, especially girls that didn’t use the safe word.”, Sanemi growls playfully against your lips stealing yet another kiss. You made him soft but at the same time he was always hard for you.

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Kinktober 2023 update

Werewolf!Sanemi x Red Riding Hood!Reader NSFW

In the Netherwood (Part I) will be uploaded tomorrow.

CW: NSFW preview below the cut • Monster fucking • werewolf fucking • Sanemi half-transforms mid-fuck

Get ready, you dogs (though he won’t fuck her until Part II).

Sanemi’s thrusts stuttered as his body suddenly seized. His head was thrown back, the tendons and muscles in his neck rigid with strain, while his chest heaved, struggling to take a breath.

His claws.

Your hips involuntarily twitched up against his and Sanemi’s head snapped down, his attention now wholly focused on you, writhing below him.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes.

No longer did they reflect the soft lilac that you’d come to find comfort in; that regarded you with a curious gentleness that often contrasted with Sanemi’s gruff and scarred countenance.

Now, the eyes that watched you from above had faded to a startling silver that glowed nearly as bright as the fat moon which hung just outside the mouth of the den.

But his eyes were nothing compared to the fangs that had formed on both his upper and bottom rows of teeth.

Especially when that beast was in the thick of his heat and claiming you as his mate.

Still embedded deep within your heat, apparently oblivious to the growing friction that caused you to squirm, Sanemi’s nostrils flared and his eyes dropped to the sides of your thighs. His pupils contracted, a deadly glint igniting within his silver pools, as he beheld the thin rivulets of blood which had gathered and crested beneath the marks left behind by his claws.

A growl, low and dangerous built in his throat at the sight of the crimson, but the arm wrapped around your waist tightened in silent apology.

“Swallow,” his voice was gruff and tinged with an animalistic snarl.

You obeyed, and Sanemi huffed in approval, his eyes lowering once more to your legs, waiting.

The skin around the marks left behind by Sanemi’s claws grew warm and then tingled before the sensation quickly faded away. Curious, your hand fluttered to your outer thigh, fingers seeking out the tender, bleeding skin. With a soft gasp, you realized all that remained on your flesh were drying flakes of your blood.

Your eyes flew to Sanemi’s in surprise, and the wolf nodded.

“Healed,” he confirmed, tongue darting out from between his lips to lick alongside your neck. “Healed.”

@monster-october-kny-2023

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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

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

Minors DNI.

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

🌸𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 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 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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𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼~

You won't know how happy I am that I finally completed this~

Originally, it was supposed to be just headcanons but you know me, I can't write short fics that easy HAHA So, when I was writing 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 for Kyojuro, I revised it tonnes of times XD

But there, the series flowed until here we are with Sanemi's part! I hope you loved it🤭 As promised, I made it long as it was delayed already HAHA!

Reblogs, Comments, and Requests are highly appreciated! Love you!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT~ I'll see you on my other stories UwU

MDNI!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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Is it just me or does something about Modern Day! Sanemi just screams that he would wear tattoos? Specifically on parts where people would be able to see them like on his arms and chest; Idk he just looks like somebody that would wear them.

Sanemi also looks like a guy that would video too, grabbing onto his obviously oversized shirt that you wore as he thrusts hard into your cunt [or ass, just depends on your preference], watching your butt jiggle with each harsh thrust and slap as you lay there bent over on his desk and taking his dick; Dirty talking and degrading you as you squeal and moan in delight.

"Yea you like that~?"

"Be a good girl and take this dick~"

He'd groan as he held you by your neck, forcing you to look up at him while his hand trails down to your sopping wet cunt, rubbing your clit and making your see spots in your clouded vision.

"M'gonna cum sir~" You whine before he slows down, grinding his cock deep inside as you almost broke down in tears, desperate for a release as you grind on his crotch. "Beg me for it~" he teased, making you cry out of frustration at his antics before eventually giving in to his demands

"Sir can I cum? Please, I need it~!" "Good girl~" he coos before returning to his fastened pace, making you clench around him in shock as you muttered praises; The wind hashira gently squeezing his hand around your neck as he was close to cumming.

"I'm gonna fill those pretty insides of yours~ Would you like that~? Stuffed full of Nemi's cum while it makes you reek of sex? You'd like that dollface~?"

He whispered in your ear as you nod, whimpering on his cock before you coat his dick in creamy white cum, clenching hard around his cock as he stuffed you full. Some of it even dripping between your legs as he let you fall on the bed; Spraying the rest on your back and ass before grabbing it as he stopped recording.

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‘𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: size kink, teasing/mocking/encouragement/light degradation, toji bites you once, daddy/mama/princess, toji is very cocky with how you're boosting his ego, big dick toji struggling to get all of his cock in you, pain kink, choking, squirting, mind break, restriction but toji uses his size and weight to do so, manhandling, very light objectification, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!toji

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Toji getting turned on by how small the reader is compared to him and then fucking them senseless?

Pinning your wrists above your head with one large, calloused hand. "Your sloppy little cunt is so beautiful takin' my cock. I knew she would be the moment I saw you." His thick cock stretching your sloppy sensitive cunt loose is already overwhelmingly after he just put it in.

"So fuckin' short, the way I can bend you in two and fuck you stupid. Nnng!" Toji keeps his groans low trying to hear you whine.

Twisting your hips, gliding your tight cunt on his cock. You can feel the soft ridge line of his cockhead tugging on your tight cunt. He's about to slip out when Toji rocks his hips forward, stroking your sweet spot, and reaching too deep.

Your toes curl, eyes rolling back, crying from the intensity. Toji scoffs, "I've just started lil mama n' you're strugglin' to take my fat cock already." Letting go of your wrists, sinking his thick fingers into your squishy hips’ crease. "Pitiful crybaby, aren't ya?" He rocks his hips forward, his well-defined abs clenching.

He groans, getting you off with the raspy sound. Each taunt, moan, and tremble of his large muscular body pushes you to take more from Toji. You can't get enough of overwhelming him with your cunt. Ignore the impending sense of breaking in his hands.

Toji could fuck your cunt into a mindless sleepy mess with your cunt gaping, dripping cum. You'll be sore, wanting more when wake up. "Can't help it, you're so big!" You can see his ego swell with his growing cocky smirk.

He lifts your hips off the bed. "Lil mama that was just half.” Thrusting forward, his balls heat your ass. Your eyes widen, jaw drops, digging your nails into his hard pecs. Scratching his chest, leaving pink lines leading towards his well-defined abs.

You whine in disbelief. "Daddy!" You can feel him beneath your belly button. Is he really that deep? “Too full! Too nnngg! Can't! Gonna break!" Toji roughly chokes you, lifting you off the bed and holding you upright.

You're a cock drunk flesh-light from how he roughly bounces you on his cock. Shifting his body, pressing your back to the wall, pinning you by your hip and neck. Your eyes roll back when your clit brushes his navel.

His large thumb under your chin forces you to look up at him. "You were too tight for me to get that last inch innnnn!" Clenching him, Toji shutters, closing his head, dropping his head to kiss you.

Splaying your fingers on his thick pecs and hard abs, feeling the latter flex with each thrust. You can't wiggle away from any of his thrusts, he's too big and strong. Breaking the kiss, loosening the grasp on your neck.

Crooning, "Such a tiny slut takin' all of my cock so well. And here you were whining it's too much." Dropping his hand to your hip, sinking his fingers into the taking the full brutal force of head rough hit from his cock.

Drowning you in an intense pleasure bordering on painful. "Is it! NNn" Is all you can manage, getting off on how small you feel in comparison to him. Toji is looming over you, pinning you to the wall. Bullying your squirting cunt with his fat veiny cock.

"Fuck lil princess your cunt is gushing drenching my balls n' making such a mess." Toji glides his cock out with a loud squelch. Firmly holding you to the wall by your squishy hips, dipping his head between your thighs.

Toji groans stuffing his face into your dripping cunt. Gliding his tongue into your sensitive sloppy cunt. “You taste so fuckin’ good mama.” Sucking on your clit, groaning, your toes curling from the sweet vibration.

Slipping his tongue into you, curling it, stroking your sweet spot. Squirming, his arms flex restricting your hips. You were going to feel him long after he went back to his apartment. "Wanna cum!" It drives you wild how you can feel him smirking into your cunt.

Your neediness and easily manhandled stature stroking his ego. "Greedy whore." Biting your thigh, close to your fat cunt. Sucking harshly, biting down hard when he pulls away. Crying, "Please!" He lets go, kissing the throbbing bite.

Pulling you off the wall, throwing you onto your bed face down. Grabbing your hips, "Hmm won't let up easily you're too damn short. Fuck you look so damn breakable, makes me want to ruin ya more." Stuffing a pillow beneath your body.

Lining his cock up, gliding it between your puffy wet lips. "Nnn the things you're makin' me feel princess. Don't get mad at me if ya can't walk after this." Rocking his hips forward, he fails to get the last couple of inches in on the first thrust.

"Wanna make your too tight cunt take my fat cock until she's gapin', drippin' cum." Hunching over you, grabbing your hair, yanking your head back. Using his weight in his thrust.

His large body stifles the lurch forward your body should have taken. "Hnn it's so damn easy to pin you down and fuck you. It's not even fair to your poor little cunt is it?" This angle adds more pressure, each stroke gliding over your sweet spot making you forget your name. And everything else but Toji.

He groans, "How is ya getting tighter lil princess? Fuck ya gonna cum again so easily? Am I just that good? Ya love my cock that much you wanna soak me again?"

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Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do the "I'm gonna fuck all memory of him out of your head" nsfw for Sanemi? ty and have a great day lovely 🥰

ONLY YOU

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (NSFW)

PEACH'S 2.K MILESTONE EVENT

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • FWB (maybe toxic?? Idk) • titty slapping • slightly mean Sanemi • creampies • mentions of toxic cheating ex-bf • getting folded in half like a lawn chair • I think I blacked out while writing this • not proofread in the slightest

“I told you when we started this not to expect anything from me,” you were surprised at the way your voice remained calm and steady, even though internally, you felt anything but. “You’ve no right to get jealous over me going to see him.”

Him being your ex-boyfriend, whose apartment you’d just left after spending the night. You knew it was a mistake; you’d known it the second you let the asshole lay you down on his couch and felt the hard press of his cock against your upper thigh as he kissed you with those lips that were so warm and familiar.

Your intentions had been pure when you’d gone over there to collect the last few of your belongings that neither of you had realized he’d still had until a good three months after your breakup. But then he’d offered you a glass of wine, and the two of you sat on his soft, plush sofa — the sofa that used to be yours, just like that apartment; just like him — and got to reminiscing about old times. And then he’d looked at you with those eyes, so sad and so full of regret at the way he’d thrown a three-year long relationship out the window like garbage for the sake of some one-night stand on a work trip with a woman whose name he couldn’t even remember, and you’d caved.

Because really, it felt nice to pretend like nothing had changed, and that he would rock your world and then order Chinese food so the two of you could cuddle and watch some dumb movie while you ate; just like old times.

But everything had changed, and that apparently included your post-sex ritual of takeout and TV, because the moment he’d finished spurting his pleasure onto the curve of your ass, he’d tossed you your discarded shirt and said he’d see you around.

You tried to pretend like the fact he’d used you for a quick fuck hadn’t stung, but you’d walked out of your old apartment still feeling a little bruised.

But you sure as fuck weren’t about to let the quietly fuming, white haired, abrasive, jackass standing in your new living room make you feel worse than you already did; no chance in hell.

Said jackass was really your long-time friend, Sanemi, who, for the past three months, had been at your disposal as you sought to satisfy your urge to be fucked absolutely senseless on a regular basis. The two of you had been friends since college, and had spent the better part of your adulthood ignoring the sexual tension which mounted between you the more time you spent together, huddled away in the dingy corners of your university’s library to study, or late night dining hall runs when neither of you could sleep.

You’d kept in touch for a time, even after you started dating your ex, but admittedly, you hadn��t been the most exemplary friend to the hothead with the heart of gold.

But then, you’d found yourself single and alone in a brand new apartment with nothing but a pile of moving boxes full of memories youndidnt want to revisit and a mattress on the floor. So instead of unpacking, you choose to reach for your phone to shoot a text to your old college friend.

Sanemi agreed to meet up for coffee within minutes of you messaging him. Within a matter of hours, you found yourself back at your new home, face pressed down into your mattress and your ass in the air as you let yourself forget that there was a world beyond the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming into your desperate, sopping core.

Only after you’d been thoroughly filled by his cock and cum were you able to form a coherent thought, and so, you’d propositioned him with an offer for a friends with benefits situation — on the sole condition that no one caught feelings.

Sanemi hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, sealing the deal with a rough yet intoxicating kiss as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders and took you again until you passed out from exhaustion.

Things had been running smoothly, with both of you holding up your end of the bargain — until a few weeks ago, when you’d casually mentioned that you were texting your ex again and Sanemi’s mood had soured considerably.

Not that his apparent jealousy had tempered him when it came time to reduce you to a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — if anything, he seemed more committed to blowing your mind and back each time the two of you met up.

But you’d blown him off in favor of going to your ex’s only to end up leaving feeling emptier than ever. Only now, you somehow felt lower because beneath the judgmental irritation in his pretty, lavender eyes, Sanemi looked hurt.

“I don’t,” he said tightly, his arms folded tightly across his chest, those mouthwatering biceps rippling slightly. “I just don’t like getting ghosted without so much as a courtesy text.”

You winced, realizing that, in your haste to see your ex, you’d indeed forgotten to tell Sanemi not to bother stopping by. But you were feeling vulnerable and truthfully, you just wanted him to stop looking at you like a kicked puppy. Because, though it pained you to admit it, it broke your heart a little.

Perhaps Sanemi wasn’t the only one who was catching feelings.

But you weren’t about to admit any of that, and so you only mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out, cocking your head at him. “Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind if your services aren’t needed tonight?” Guilt settled heavy in your gut like a stone as Sanemi deflated slightly at your jab.

That guilt wasn’t enough for you to resist taunting him a bit. “Because I’ve had all about I can handle for the day,”

Sanemi took the bait.

“I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed, his eyes running sensually over you as you stood there, defiantly glaring at him. “‘Cuz you’re not satisfied until you’re damn near passed out,”

He sauntered over to you until the heat rippling off his body threatened to burn you, too. A jolt of electricity shot down your spine as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “And babydoll, you’re still standing.”

Without warning, Sanemi’s arm shot out and wound around your waist, hauling you flush against him, your noses nearly bumping together. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caress of his warm breath against your lips, awaiting one of his needy, bruising kisses of which you often found yourself daydreaming about.

But a kiss did not come; rather, Sanemi only spoke a promise that sent chills rippling over your skin and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck all memory of him right outta your pretty little head.”

Unsurprisingly, Sanemi made good on his word; for not twenty minutes later, you found yourself draped over the back of your sofa, the silvery-blonde fucking you so deeply, you weren’t sure you even remembered your own name, even if you somehow still knew his.

The edge of your couch dug uncomfortably into the small of your back, and idly you wondered whether the force with which Sanemi was pounding into you would cause your spine to snap clean in half. If it did, you probably wouldn’t care; not when Sanemi had one of your legs lay flush against his torso, and the other wrapped tightly around his hips to desperately clinging on for dear life as his cock bullied in and out of your dripping cunt.

A warm, calloused hand teasingly traced up your stomach until it came to your breast, squeezing harshly as Sanemi savored how it jiggled beneath his palm with every bruising thrust of his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Sanemi slapped the plush mound lightly around your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” Sanemi’s gravelly voice called you back down to earth as his hand repeated the action on your other tit, a whine tearing from your throat. He chuckled at the way your cunt grew sloppier with every repeated smack against your chest. “Naughty girl.”

Sanemi’s lips latched around your stiffened nipple as his hand rose to pinch and roll the other between his fingers, the pace of his hips never faltering. “Tell me — fuck — sweetheart,” he ground out against your skin. “Did he make your pussy this fucking sloppy?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sanemi swiveled his hips harshly against yours, repeating the move over and over until your living room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and the lewd squelching of your cunt.

“N-no,” you managed to stammer out, fingers digging harshly into his hair as Sanemi’s mouth sloppily danced to the valley between your breasts. He seemed please with this answer, as his other hand worked between your sweat-slicked bodies to work furiously at your clit.

“That’s right,” he growled. Sanemi pulled off you in favor of standing up, his cock reaching a spot even deeper within you as his thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts began to be tempered by a slight whine as he drew closer and closer to his climax, his thumb rubbing steady circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

With a slight graze of his nail against your clit, you came apart around him with a scream, back arching impossibly higher as you howled his name. Sanemi rode you through the waves of your pleasure, the heavy smack of his balls against the underside of your ass guiding you back down to reality as you realized you still weren’t satisfied — you wouldn’t be, not until you felt him spill inside you only for him to fuck his seed right back into you.

“Sanemi,” you whined, your hands grabbing blindly for him, desperate to bring him closer.

Sanemi chuckled under his breath. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you.”

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it lowered the leg you had hooked over his shoulder and unlatched the other from around his waist. He tugged you forward slightly over the edge of the couch, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them back against your sides.

He was buried deep within you now, the new angle allowing the blunt tip of his cock to press against that one spot that made your toes curl, again and again. As your whimpers devolved into cries of overstimulated pleasure, Sanemi leaned down close to your face, his lips teasingly grazing yours as his pace quickened.

“And did you let him cum in your sweet little pussy, baby?” The look in his eyes almost would have been cruel, but it was undercut by the faintest trace of insecurity. “Do I have to fuck that out of you, too?”

But you were so lost in the post-orgasm haze that you did not answer; at least, not until Sanemi slowed the relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent cunt, and the resulting friction became intolerable.

“I asked you a question, princess.” Sanemi said mockingly, ducking his head to graze your throat with his lips, before giving a mighty thrust of his hips, as you cried out. “Answer me. Did he cum in you?”

“N-no!” Your answer was choked off with a hitched gasp as Sanemi resumed his previous pace, intent on reaching his end and giving you what you both wanted — your cunt, stuffed to the brim with him.

“Only you, Sanemi,” you blubbered, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes as your arms tightened around his shoulders, clinging onto him like he was salvation’s incarnate. “Only you get to cum in this pussy!”

Sanemi’s groans turned to low growls as his hips snapped against yours, the coil in his gut tightening as you continued to babble, only you only you only you only -

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lotusheralded · 1 year

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hi! how you make gradient in your posts?

EDIT: this tutorial has a shorter and more efficient way of getting gradients by using this website :)

you mean text gradients? you’ll need to use the html markup! to do a gradient you’ll need to use your own colours. i use the colour picker on photoshop to pick my colours and get the hex code (e.g. #9150c3). alternatively you can use this website to pick hex colour codes.

1. choose html markup under post settings

2. for every letter or word (your choice) put this:

put a different hex colour code for each. to make it a gradient, just pick a darker colour and keep picking a few shades lighter for every next letter. you can mix around colours and shades, just click preview to check how the letters look. i did it for the first two words here:

here’s the preview

when you’re done you can just post!

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Competition | 15k Special

Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader

Warnings: MxMxF threesome, pussy eating, raw fucking, 69-ing, 69-ing while fucking, come eating, creampies, squirting, the usual

A/N: Alright here's the first 15k 3sum special! Up next is Sato/Sugu~

Word Count: 2.8k

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the position you were in now, but you were fairly certain it wasn’t your fault. Though, the two men you were pressed between would likely beg to differ. Drinks with the two men turned into talking, which turned into flirting, which also turned into bitching with one another before finally you were dragged back to Sanemi’s home. Something about settling “who's better” once and for all. “Oh fuck…” Your head fell back against a muscular shoulder as the man situated between your thighs brought you your third orgasm.

“Giyu… please e-ease up!” you gasped, hips bucking upwards and into his face rather than away from it. He didn’t answer of course, mouth far too preoccupied with lapping at your cunt. “Don’t stop, Tomioka. I want her to be nice and sloppy when I impale her on my dick.” You gasped, nails digging roughly into the muscular thighs that caged you. It was a dead lock position, you couldn’t get away from either man if you wanted to… not that you would want to in the first place.

Your back was pressed snuggly to Sanemi’s front, his arms wrapped around you just under your armpits, toying with your breasts every so often but he was too enthralled watching Giyu eat you out. Sanemi’s legs caged you in, pressing to your hips tightly while Giyu had your legs thrown over his shoulders. He had been settled between your legs for who knows how long now, nipping, sucking, and licking your cunt until you couldn’t see straight.

“Sanemi please, do something to me.” You whined, nearly delirious from the pleasure Giyu was providing you. The white haired man, who had been so damn cocky, was leaving you hanging because of how much he enjoyed seeing Giyu eat your pussy like it was his last meal. “Do something to you? Huh, Tomioka mustn't be doing a good job if you’re still thinking about me.” He drawled proudly, calloused fingers rising to roll your perked nipples between them.

You yelped, hips bucking into Giyu’s face as he continued to lap up every drip of arousal that you offered. It only took a second for his hands to find your abdomen, pushing you down and forcing you back into submission without saying a single word. “Fuck almighty…” Sanemi sneered, watching as Giyu’s nails dug into your thighs to keep you still. “...I bet I could fuck you stupid right now, sweetheart, and he’d still have his head buried down there… pussy drunk bastard.”

Sanemi couldn’t deny the way his cock was twitching, pressed snuggly to the warmth of your back and getting some friction each time your hips bucked upwards. Still, it wasn’t enough, especially when Giyu was slurping and grunting so loudly he was making him believe your pussy was a five course meal. Nothing seemed to deter the ravenette between your thighs, not even Sanemi’s typical smart ass remarks. “Giyu.. fuck you’re gonna make me cum again…”

He only grunted, blue eyes flickering up to meet yours. The look on your face was enough to have Giyu rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that was throbbing dully between his thighs. Giyu’s eyes met Sanemi’s next, a look of fucked-out bliss passing over his navy irises, as if taunting Sanemi. The other man didn’t really appreciate that, the spike in his annoyance manifesting physically as he kneaded your breasts.

You cried out, the added stimulation throwing you over the edge for a fourth time as your thighs quivered. You could feel it now, how wet the sheets were just below where your ass pressed into them. Drool mixed with arousal created quite the unfortunate mess, though none of you really seemed to mind it. “Alright, fucking ease up you prick.” Sanemi scolded Giyu as tears began to leak out of your eyes, far too gone to actually say it for yourself. Giyu finally gave in, parting from your cunt with a shiny mouth and chin.

Giyu pushed up, surveying the damage to the sheets as Sanemi manoeuvred himself out from behind you. “Don’t even think about it.” Sanemi practically growled as Giyu moved to crawl over you, eyes meeting in a heated stare as if he couldn’t believe Sanemi thought he could order him around. “I just made her cum four times, Shinazugawa. I don’t think you have any room to talk.” Sanemi huffed out an unamused laugh, grabbing a fistful of Giyu’s hair before roughly yanking.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too like that, Tomioka?” You watched them, holding yourself up on your elbows as both men stared at each other. Their faces were inches apart, despite the position he was in, Giyu still looked pretty defiant. “I’m talking to you, Shinazugawa. Once you make her cum four times, you can try and act like we’re equals.” He spat, not backing down as Sanemi gripped his hair a little tighter. Instead of saying something in return, Sanemi smashed his lips to Giyu’s. You gasped, watching as Sanemi’s tongue pushed past Giyu’s lips.

Before Giyu even got a chance to properly respond, Sanemi was pulling away. “She tastes fucking sweet and you were hogging her.” Giyu only smirked, one that faded quickly when Sanemi pushed him away. “It’s your turn to sit and fucking watch.” Giyu couldn’t fight that, moving to the other side of the bed to give Sanemi plenty of space for whatever it is he wanted to do. He stood at the side of the mattress, smiling gently at you. “Do you think you could get on your hands and knees in front of me, honey?” The nickname made you squirm, nodding to do as he asked.

You crawled across the mattress, turning yourself to face Giyu as you got on your hands and knees. Sanemi smirked, uttering a soft “good girl” as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Tomioka made a fucking mess of you, I can go right in.” You whined out a yes, not interested in anymore foreplay when your cunt was practically throbbing with the need to be filled. You had prepared yourself for him to be rough, instead, he pressed into you slowly.

You moaned as the dull head of his cock impaled itself in your cunt, pushing further until you enveloped it completely. He stayed still, panting softly as your walls suctioned and spasmed around the little bit of him that was inside. Giyu had to admit that Sanemi had far more self control than him, he wouldn’t have been able to hold himself back if the roles were reversed. Sanemi gave you another second before pushing more of himself in, watching you pull at the sheets until they were taut under your grasp. “Good, you’re doing so good.”

It didn’t hurt, Giyu had truly made a mess of you, it was too wet between your thighs to hurt. There was, however, the familiar stretch, an achy feeling as Sanemi pushed more of himself inside of you. “Oh…” you whined, unable to stop your hips from jerking away from him. “Don’t try to run from me, sweetheart.” He cooed, pulling you back to him with one swift motion. It pulled the air from your lungs, pleasure ebbing through your veins as he pushed himself inside.

Inch by inch, Sanemi could feel everything, the way your cunt clenched tightly around him before trying to push him back out, if you weren’t suffocating him so tightly, he would have chuckled. “Fuck… yeah you wouldn’t have lasted five seconds inside of her, Tomioka.” He wanted to sound cocky but his voice came out strained, forehead creasing as he bottomed out. “You sure about that, Shinazugawa? You look like you’re seconds away from blowing your load.”

Sanemi tilted his head just a bit, eyes roaming over the way Giyu was gripping his cock tightly. He would have made a remark about the way Giyu’s precum was already leaking over his fist if you didn’t clench around him.All he could muster was a quiet groan of “fuck off” as he tried to calm his breathing and not make a fool of himself by coming too fast. You, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to wait as you started to try and fuck yourself on him.

It took a fraction of a second for Sanemi’s hands to find your hips, gripping them so tightly to keep you from moving that it genuinely hurt. “Oh fuck…” you hissed, relishing in the pain as your walls squeezed him tightly. “S-shit sorry I did-ha-didn’t mean to.” he let go almost immediately, shaky hands rubbing the skin he had hurt tenderly. You relaxed, head pressing into the mattress lazily as a shiver passed over you. “Mmm s’alright.” you slurred softly, any ounce of resistance or burn was gone, all that was left was throbbing need.

“I need you to move, Nemi.” You couldn’t get his whole name out, settling for the cuter nickname instead. A low gasp left him, the self restraint he had was wearing dangerously thin. “You sure?” he choked out, hips already drawing back slightly before rocking back into you. You nodded, moaning out a quiet “please” as he took the initiative and started rutting into you, head falling back as he relished in the drag of his cock through your velvety walls. Giyu watched, lips parted as his fist started moving up and down his length in time with Sanemi’s thrusts.

You didn’t have the strength to keep your head up, letting it fall forward, dangling a bit as you looked down your own body to see Sanemi’s hips meeting your own. His thrusts were deep and fast, making your breast jiggle each time your bodies made contact. “Tomioka, quit fucking your fist and make yourself useful.” That caught your attention, head lifting slightly to look at the man sitting by the headboard. “Useful?” he gasped out, squeezing his length tightly as you moaned.

“Yeah, useful.” Sanemi held his gaze, eyes flickering down to your cunt and back up at Giyu, hips stuttering as he nodded his head a bit. Giyu seemed to catch on, letting himself go to crawl forward. “You want me to…?” He questioned softly, face heating up as slick squelches started to sound each time Sanemi’s hips met your ass. “Don’t make me–ha–spell it out for you.” Giyu could see his lip tremble as he bottomed out again, hips rolling into you slowly now.

Giyu pulled his attention away from the other man, eyes meeting yours with a lazy grin. “Do you think you have the strength to hold yourself up for a second, baby?” You whined at the name, walls squeezing around Sanemi’s cock. “Oh? She liked that, Tomioka.” Sanemi’s hands held your hips a little tighter, supporting you more as you forced your head upwards “Go ahead.” you smiled at Giyu, butterflies whirling around your stomach as he moved to lay beneath you. You shivered as he bent down, kissing you quickly before eyeing Sanemi.

You sunk your teeth into your cheek, Sanemi had sheathed himself completely inside of you, watching as Giyu got himself comfortable under your body. Giyu’s breath fanned across your abdomen, earning a shiver as he pushed himself a little more. You knew he was there when his hair tickled your inner thighs. If it weren’t for Sanemi being buried deep inside of you, your thighs would have tried to close. “Fuck… Sanemi start moving.” Giyu breathed out, shocking Sanemi a bit by using his first name. He listened regardless.

The quick thrusts of Sanemi’s hips grounded you in reality, head turning downward. Giyus cock was inches from your face, tip flushed pink with precum oozing from it. “Ah fuck…” You let your arms relax a bit, weight shifting to lay on Giyu as his hands found your waist. You took the chance, lowering your head to lick along his shaft. Giyu’s mind went blank the moment he felt your tongue, stuttering just a bit as you wrapped your puffy lips around his irritated tip.

He started placing open mouth kisses along your cunt, brain melting with each pass of your tongue over his slit. Sanemi’s pace had faltered, eyes watching eagerly as you started to go down on Giyu, all the while he was maybe a little too aware of Giyu’s head below him. Giyu’s tongue managed to continue lavishing your clit even as Sanemi held your hips, rutting into you at a new brutal pace. You felt your eyes crossing, squeezing them shut as you moaned around Giyu’s cock

Drool was seeping down your chin, covering his shaft and public bone with your shiny saliva. You lowered your head further, trying to ignore the build up in your gut as you took over half of his length in your mouth. Giyu’s moan vibrated against your cunt, earning a shrill whine from you as your walls clamped down around Sanemi’s cock. He cursed loudly, hips stuttering in their pace because you made it impossible to move for a moment.

“Gonna fucking cum, aren’t you?” Sanemi’s words were directed at both of you, even though he knew both of your mouths were too preoccupied to even respond. You swallowed around Giyu, earning a strangled cry against your cunt as you felt him start twitching. Reaching forward, you gently cupped his balls, warm and heavy in your hands. For a moment, Giyu swore tears were burning his eyes as the pleasure he felt only intensified. Your mouth was suffocatingly warm, the silky-soft touch of your tongue was almost too much for him.

And then you went and cupped his balls, massaging them gingerly until his hips were bucking up into you. The sound of your gag was enough to make Sanemi curse, hands gripping you tightly as he pounded into you with such force that your thighs and ass recoiled harshly. Everything was too much, not only for you but for Giyu and Sanemi as well. It took a fraction of a second for Giyu to lose it, cum spilling down your throat in hot, sticky ropes. You flinched, throat relaxing to keep yourself from gagging again as you worked him through his orgasm.

The sounds he was making continued to vibrate you. Your own orgasm built up until the dam finally broke, a strangled cry leaving your lips as your head tossed back, letting go of Giyu’s cock in the process. Both men were covered in your release, sticky and wet from the gush of fluid that left you. You cried out, tears streaking your cheeks as Sanemi’s hips thrusted into you, chasing his own release. You couldn’t breath as Giyu’s hands reached under you, pushing on your abdomen, feeling the way Sanemi’s cock dragged in and out of your slippery cunt.

That was enough for Sanemi, his head falling forward as a silent cry left his lips. Your arms had long since given out, head now resting on Giyu’s thigh as Sanemi pumped you full of his own release. The room was quiet now, full of ragged breathing as you tried to lift yourself enough for Giyu to get out from under you. “Fuck almighty.” Sanemi choked at the sight of Giyu’s ruined appearance. The man was covered in your release, hair and all. You turned your head the best you could to see him, face turning molten hot as you realized what you had done to him.

“Oh fuck Giyu I’m so sorry…” you tried to move but Sanemi’s hands kept you in place. He wasn’t ready to let you move yet, not even as he was softening instead of you. “Don’t be sorry.” Giyu’s face was bright red, lips swollen from everything he had done to you. “… I kinda like it.” That revelation had all of you looking away from one another. “If that’s the case… I want to try it out for myself.” Sanemi stated boldly, eyes still trailing over Giyu before switching to look at you.

“You think you could last another round, sweetheart? I wanna try out Tomioka’s position.” All you could do was give a feeble nod, that same throbbing desire building in your gut as you felt Sanemi hardening within you again. He pulled out, creamy release following him. “You really made a mess.” it was an off hand comment as he eyes the shiny ring around his base. “Like you don’t fucking like it sloppy, Shinazugawa.” Giyu snorted, trying his best to not let you know his legs were feeling weak after everything you just did.

“Woah wait…” you started, sitting on your knees to look back over your shoulder at the two of them. “Don’t I need to tell you who was better? Isn’t that why we ended up here in the first place?” You just wanted to tease them, watching as both men shared a glance. “We’ll worry about that another day, for now just let us fuck you.” Sanemi groaned, moving onto the mattress and nearly collapsing. “Nah…” You chuckled “I think it’s safe to say I am the better one.” Considering both men were feeling like their legs were made of jelly, you were likely right.

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Laundry Day, Part 3 - Sanemi x F!Reader

A/N- Alright whores, it's about that time. Keep in mind that the smut takes a bit, but it's THERE, m'kay? I did my best, so don't judge me 😂 We start with normal Dom!Sanemi, followed by a lOT of switchy/subby Sanemi vibes towards the end. Bits of Dom!reader sprinkled in, if you squint.

Trigger/Content warnings: Hickeys, embarrassment/anxiety for reader at parts, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), fingerings (f!receiving), penetration from riding, dominant and submissive moments/wording, CHOKING, breathplay (Sanemi receiving).

I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. DIG IN!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Late evening, just past sunset

After a quick once over and adjustments, you finally felt comfortable enough to attend dinner tonight with the Hashira and the masters of the Manor.

Sanemi is first to leave his room, insisting that you leave and walk the longer route around to avoid looking like you were "alone together". While you didn't mind being considered an item, seeing you both kanoodling would start gossip that you'd both be too flustered to tolerate right now...

And so, you did as he asked, leaving his room about 10 minutes later. All of this just to be safe, you thought.

As you take the scenic route towards Ubuyashiki's main louge and dining space, you hear heavy footsteps running up behind you," Y/N-chaaaaaan!"

You practically fall onto your face as Mitsuri latches onto you from behind, making you yelp in surprise.

"M-Mitsuri-san!!! Ahh, you surprised me!!!" You say with a start, your knees buckling from her intensity.

"Sorry, sorry!!! I'm just so happy to see you again! I haaaaate doing chores, and I wish you were there! I had soooo much to do today!" Mitsuri practically wailed, making you roll your eyes.

"Tch, you would've hated it even if I was there!" You reply, earning you a defiant whine in return.

"Hmph!! Y/N-chan is so meaaaan!" As she shakes you with a tight hug, you feel her breath catch and freeze completely.

You blink, turning to look towards her," H-Hey... are you okay? I'm sorry if your day was really bad. I didn't mean t--"

"Wait is that-- Y/N, is that a HICKEY?!?"

Immediately, your face turns beat red, before you're frantically trying to shush your pink haired friend.

"HEY-- hey, nooooo! No, Mitsuri, it was just a-- I swear it's nothing!!!" You lie, grabbing your friend by her shoulders.

Mitsuri grins, covering her mouth with her hands," Y/N, who were YOU spending time training with!!! Oooooo, I wanna know~ that wasnt on you earlier when you were hanging laundry!!!" Mitsuri gushes, giggling as you shake her again.

"I-I promise you it was!! Honest!!!"

"Liar~" Mitsuri teases, making you facepalm and whine.

"O-Okay!!! Okay-- how bad is it? Is it super noticeable?" Mitsuri nods hastily, making you squirm," Shit, okay, well-- w-well, do you have some makeup that can help cover this?"

Mitsuri's ears perk up, as you see the smile on her face reach her eyes," I doooo, but... only if you can tell me who did that to you~"

You groan in frustration, running your hands down your face," Mitsuri!!! Please!!!"

The pink haired hashira giggles," Promise me! Promise me, and I'll help you cover the ones by your jaw, too!"

You freeze, huffing in defeat after the reality of your situation sinks in," Okay okay... I promise! I PROMISE! You're the only one I can trust to see me like this..."

"See you like what?," you hear from behind your shoulder. You freeze, as Obanai's voice comes through, loud and clear. Your hands frantically cover your neck, as Mitsuri blushes and stammers.

"Uhhmm!! Uhh-- nothing!!! She's fine, all good!!," Mitsuri is quick to say, gently shoving you towards the nearest room,"I'll tell you later!!" She adds, making you snap at her.

"MITSURI!!!!"

"O-Oh dang!!! Right!!! Uhh-- talk to you later, Obanai-san!!!"

As you and Mitsuri dart into the nearest room, Obanai narrows his eyes at the door, Kaburamaru hissing quietly.

"...see, I have the same feeling...," Obanai says flatly, turning on his heel," Leave it to Y/N to be up to no good on a day off. Whatever she's dragged Mitsuri into, it better not be dangerous..." he huffs, chosing to walk away as you do something about your predicament.

---

"Ahh, Mitsuri-sama! Y/N-sama! You're finally here!"

You bow your head gingerly, as Mitsuri does the same," S-Sorry," you stammer, looking to Kagaya,Amane and the rest of their family," W-We were just catching up... completely lost track of time!"

All eyes were on you, as you saw all of the Hashira, your Master, and his family before you. If not for your position, you would have been quaking in your boots from the amount of power and status in this room.

Shinobu looks to the two new comers, clasping her hands together gently," Ahh, don't forget about the rest of us, dear Y/N-chan~! We still have to discuss our next mission together~," the insect pillar chimes, making you blink in surprise.

"O-Oh!!! Shinobu-san, I-- I'm sorry, we can DEFINITELY talk about that before we go to bed!" You apologize, making Shinobu beam.

"Now now, we will have plenty of time to attend to business... for now, this is a time to relax and recollect ourselves..." Kagaya chimes, raising his head as he looks towards your voice.

You flush with guilt, as you nod again respectfully," O-Of course... forgive us, Master..."

Mitsuri sneaks by to sit between Rengoku and Gyomei, while you take your seat between Giyuu and Shinobu. Tengen seems to be whispering something to Rengoku, before you hear the pair stiffle a laugh.

You feel yourself shrinking inward as you automatically feel that they were laughing at or about you. You hear Ubuyashiki clear his throat, the table growing silent.

"I'd like to thank you all, and the beings whom allowed it, for you being here tonight... we've cooked a particularly filling meal for you all."

Amane gently cuts in, a soft smile on her smooth face,"Please dine to your hearts' content. We have plenty more to serve you all."

Everyone collectively offers their thanks to the masters of the home, thank their deities, for the meal. Immediately after, everyone starts to dig in. As lively chatter and banter fills the air, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to see your Wind Pillar, your admirer, eyeing you. A soft flush is dusting his cheeks, as he offers you a short but sweet nod. He wants to do and say more, but he seems to be hesitant.

You smile warmly to him, going to pass him something before you feel Giyuu bump into you.

"H-Hey!!! Watch it!!!," you bark, Giyuu almost remaining motionless.

"...sorry...," Giyuu's monotone voice replies,"...Obanai was reaching over, so I tried to give him space." Your face flushes with guilt, feeling bad for getting so fiesty.

"N-No, sorry, it's okay... it's a crowded table, after all," you reply sheepishly, catching the eye of Sanemi again. You could see his face contort slightly. He seems to be a little envious...? Maybe you should've sat next to him?

"Y/N-chan, could you pass the sauce this way, please?," Shinobu politely asks, before you go to do so.

But as you go to hand it off, you yelp in surprise. You felt... something.... touching on your inner thigh. You glance down, noticing something quickly retract.

You lock eyes with Sanemi again, who looks positively unamused at you. You strain as you smile, passing the sauce successfully.

"Sorry... just felt a chill, I guess..." You say dismissively, Shinobu humming.

"My, my, it seems like you're a bit off today, Y/N-chan... a little jumpy, even!" Shinobu quips," I hope I didn't make you feel too nervous about our next mission!," She finishes with a cool chuckle. You laugh, waving your hand dismissively,"O-Of course not! You know I always li--"

There it was again. A warmth pressed to your inner thigh, inching higher. You glance cautiously at Sanemi again, who seems to be trying to avoid your eye contact.

"A-Ahem-- I LOVE... going on missions with you!!," you finish, a quiet flush spreading across your cheeks. Shinobu laughs, her quiet but even tone welcome among the chaotic sounds of UMAI!!! and other banter.

"Ooooh, you're too kind Y/N-chan! That just makes me more hopeful for tomorrrow!," Shinobu chimes, gently patting your back as you try and avoid reacting to whatever is happening under the table. You fix Sanemi with a side eye, trying to eat as much as you could muster with his coy game of footsy.

Your predicament from earlier, your lack of underwear, was only making this game more dangerous for you. You'd have to be careful...

---

As everyone parts ways for the night, Mitsuri goes to pat you on the back,"...be careful tonight, okay?" She slips something into your other hand. The concealer!!

"...just in case you need it," She whispers, winking at you before walking away. Your face is fiery red, as you shove the concealer away.

"I-If you make this obvious, I'm going to come for you, Kanroji..." You exasperate, noticing Obanai slinking by to pursue Mitsuri.

Ever so subtly, he whispers something you almost couldn't catch,"... if you break his heart, I'll feed your hands to Kaburamaru."

You halt in your steps, sputtering as Obanai continues to walk, not even reacting. Mitsuri, you ass--!!

You can hardly speak up as you notice Sanemi shoving Tengen off of him, shoving his hands in his pockets and hastily walking away. Bingo.

You decide to take the scenic route again... surely you won't be too noticeable, right?

---

"...gotta lot of damn nerve," you hear a gruff voice behind you, nearly ten paces from Sanemi's room. Without even turning, you scoff.

"I should say the same to you, sir. Getting handsy with me under a table with all the Hashira? That's mighty bold--"

"You were the one without underwear," Sanemi harshly whispers back, making your thighs rub together,"... I didn't think you'd actually have it in you, little tease."

You swallow shallowly, grabbing at your kimono," W-Well... you didn't leave me many options..."

Sanemi's smirk was burrowing into the back of your head, and you knew it. Yiu were going to say more, before an arm hoisted you up by the waist, the other clasping over your bratty mouth,"...for good reason, doll."

Your yelp of surprise is muffled as Sanemi drags you into his room. He's feverishly shutting and locking the door again as you're thrown to the tatami mat. You mimic a fish out of water, gaping as your kimono is basically hanging open," W-Way to be discreet!!!," you hiss.

"Oh, shut up," Sanemi growls, looming over you. Your face heats up as a foot knocks you onto your back, smacking the back of your head," I don't need to be... you're the obvious one, here... I'm just gonna enjoy myself if you're gonna mess things up."

You try to get up as Sanemi kneels, but he grabs you by your ankles and yanks you closer, making your kimono fly open at the bottom again. You want to cover your face in embarrassment, until he lays on his stomach before your trembling legs.

"..y...you were really wanting to do this, then?," you hush, your breathing becoming heavy as Sanemi spreads your thighs apart. He marvels at the sight of your cunt, his mouth practically watering.

"Didn't have desert yet, right?," Sanemi drawls, a tone reverberating in the air that makes your toes curl sharply.

" I figured if I get to choose... I want something a little sweeter than some pastries the other grubby Hashira can get their hands on..."

You barely have time to process his compliment before featherlight kisses make their way up your inner thighs.

"I want you. And I only want my hands on you, Y/N. No one else."

His breath was hot and labored as you felt it closing the distance between his lips and yours. Well... at least the pair you had below the waist.

"Damn-- I didn't think you'd get this wet over my little words...," Sanemi practically hums, his tongue coming dangerously close to your slit. He suckles on the junction between your pelvis and thigh, making your practically squeal from sensitivity.

"S-Sanemi--! Please!!," you practically plead, embarrassed but too worked up to stop him. He has you gasping as he leaves the first of many hickeys, your hands flying into his hair. The pale haired hashira shifts over and begins to lick a long strip between your folds, pulling out a wanton moan from your throat.

"Don't have to tell me twice... thanks for the meal," Sanemi breathes over your clit, before going down on you fully. The feeling of his hot, smooth muscle made your core tense up almost immediately.

Your hands fisted his hair tightly as he diligently moved his tongue, exploring your warmth. You hear a noise coming from below, looking down at your lover. You feel yourself grow more excited as Sanemi growls into your sopping heat, seemingly enjoying himself.

His hands come around to your pelvic area, pressing down to keep you anchored in place as he finally pays attention your your needy clit. A hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and Sanemi lets you as he tears a desperate groan from you.

"Sh-Shit--- ughhhn, Sane-- m-mi!," you pant out, your hand falling limp as his tongue traces tickling, tight circles around your bud.

"Gods, youre fucking hot...," you hear your peer growl, making you clench around nothing. But that wouldn't be for long.

Your head is thrown back when you feel one of Sanemi's fingers bully inside of you, going down to his last knuckle. You could only squirm and take it as he continues to fuck your from the outside in.

" N-Nemi--- shit, 'Nemi, slow down...!" You feel his second finger close by, wanting to thrust its' way inside. Sanemi's eyes flicker up to yours, eyeslids supporting his droopy, pretty lashes. Who were you kidding? Even if he made you cum too quickly, you couldn't say no to that face.

Your eyelids flutter closed as he latches on to your clit again, suckling when the second finger goes in to your heat. For just a few moments, he leaves his rough digits there, letting you adjust and feel just how full you are.

He pulls of your clit with a wet pop, his grin covered in your slick," Had to give you something, too... a teaser for your dessert."

You swallow dryly, licking your lips and whining when he goes back down. You could hardly control your voice as your eyes rolled back on their own.

"Mine... my cunt... my partner, my fucking girl... this is all mine, Y/N...," Sanemi practically moans into you, his fingers starting to move. You reach down and deftly pull at his platinum hair again, relishing a very pleased moan from him. You could feel his desperation as he ruts against the floor below him.

"Y-Yes... fuck, yes I'm yours!!!" You say unprompted, making Sanemi grin. You were doing the work for him.

"Pl-Please... mark me, tease me-- FUCK-- F-Fuck me, Sanemi...!!! I-I can't keep h-holding ouuuuttt~ Ahh!"

Sanemi chuckles lewdly as he hooks his fingers inside you, targeting your gummy, inner walls' weak spot.

"Cum, then... cum on my face," you hear a strained groan, as his babbling continues," I wanna see you cum undone, baby...." Sanemi continues to ramble between suckles and licks, practically feral," F-Fuck, give me... give me what you've got, baby..."

You shriek into your hand as a hard thrust of his fingers finally tumbles you over the edge. Sanemi sputters blissfully as he gets vice gripped by your spasming walls. He's diligently lapping up at your juices, his free hand squeezing your hip as if to hold you in place.

Once you're trying to squirm away, Sanemi pulls back with another wet pop, his eyelids heavy. Oh no. No no no. The least you could do was return the favor.

You shove Sanemi onto his back before he can mount you, making him croak in surprise.

"Your turn to shut up, boy," you bark at him, making Sanemi's face go crimson," I've had just about enough of that mouth... but, I still want my dessert, too."

You practically rip his kimono off of him, leaving Sanemi a panting, breathlessly heap as he struggles to shimmy out of it the rest of the way. You could tell that the stimulation from his minstrations was enough to get him pretty riled up.

Once Sanemi laid bare, your kimono comes off next, leaving nothing to as you line yourself up over his aching, leaking cock. Your hand flies down to align him with your still sensitive hole, biting your lip as you mentaly hype yourself up.

"F-Fuck...," is all Sanemi can muster, his hands flying to support your hips as you sink down onto his shaft. It takes everything in the both of you to not shout from the seering pleasure.

You keep yourself seated for the moment, only wiggling your hips slightly as Sanemi bites his lip, his head reeling.

"N-Not so tough now, h-huh?," you practically whine as you finally pick yourself up, only slam back down onto his member. Sanemi grunts, eyes slamming shut," S-Shut up... ngggh, too good--" he pants out as you choose a brutal pace, knowing Sanemi could handle you like this... probably.

You lean forward as you bounce on his cock, grinning down at your man who was not only pussy drunk, but absolutely dazed as his eyes flutter again. He's practically breathless, his hands barely able to hang on as he grunts with every movement.

You decide it's time to try and really shut him up. Your hands trace delicate patterns up his body until they reach his neck, ghosting his throat. A wanton moan leaves him, eyes hastily looking at yours. Maybe he's never done this before?

You tenderly wrap a hand around his throat, not placing any pressure... and you feel his dick throb inside of you. Ohh... so the Wind Hashira wants his breath knocked out of his chest, huh?

Experimentally, you apply some light pressure, and a strangled groan leaves him heaving, one hand flying up to grab your wrist. You almost stop, but he keeps your hand there, assuring you physically to keep holding on.

And so you do, while his face heats up dramatically.

"F-Fuhh--- ahhnn, fuhh-- Y/N!! Y-Y/N, fuh mee--" you can barely make out his cries, as tears are welling up in Sanemi's eyes. You practically squeal as you realize you've found his weak spot.

"Awww, what's the matter, Sanemi~? Hah-- f-feeling too good already?"

"Y-Yeah--! Nnn, yeah!!," is all he can reply between broken moans, his head going blank. You let go for a moment, causing him to gasp for air. He can hardly catch a break, your bouncing only becoming harsher and faster. He can barely breathe properly, even now, becoming an absolute mess under your touch.

"Tell me what you want, baby... I can give it to ya," you mewl, circling your hips in a way that made him see stars.

"G-Gonna--- agh, w-wanna cum!" Sanemi begs, both hands grabbing your wrists. Surprised by his tone and eagerness, you mentally note to yourself to tease him about it later. You look down to his pleading eyes, knowing he can hardly speak as he's trying not to bust too early.

"Do you wanna cum for me, 'nemi?"

A choked up whine is all you get, causing you to slow down. He practically panics, slamming his hips up into you. You groan, meeting his thrust, but using your weight to hold him back down.

"Pl..please... y/n, please... I n-need... I need your hands... to cum..."

A chord snaps in you as Sanemi guides your hand back to his neck, before he grabs the other. It's only then you realize he wants you to use both of your hands.

Your eyes widen in shock, before Sanemi smiles dreamily up at you,"I-It's okay... hhnnn--- Hashira..." he says chopily.

Oh right. You've both been in a tight spot with breathing before. You grin. Guess the vulnerability turns him on, too.

On command, you wrap both of your pretty hands around his throat, applying that delicious pressure again. You make sure to not neglect his cock as your hips start up again, quickly increasing their pace. Sanemi, unable to move his head back, lets his hands fall to either side of his head, eyelids fluttering.

"F-fah... hah~ fuhk!! Oh fuhk!!" Sanemi was making noises you'd only expect actors to make, making your core flutter. And you weren't far behind him.

You toss your head back, cursing as your body stung from the energy you were using to fuck your man absolutely raw. You'd be luck if you were more than skin and bones after this.

"Hnnn, cum!! Cum for me, Shinazugawa!!" You commanded, resulting in a very quick, harsh thrust on his end. Your inner walls were painted white, causing you to finally cry out and meet your release a second time.

You didn't realize how loud and out of it you had been, until you feel weak hands tapping quickly against your thigh.

"Aghnn-- shit, fuck, sorry baby!" You quickly let go of Sanemi's neck, his vision almost blurry as he weakly looks up at you. A hoarse laugh leaves his broad chest, as he opts to pull you down for a hug.

You whine, the angle causing his cock to limply slip out of you, "Gods... that was-- that was pretty--"

"Amazing," Sanemi finishes, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggle at the sweetness that greatly contrasted your lewd actions.

"Soooo uhhh.. was that new for you?," you ask innocently, still trying to catch your breath. Sanemi nods, head falling lazily to the side as you cuddle closer.

"W-With someone, yes... by my self? Hardly..." You feel your heart thump in your chest at the admission. So he was a little kinkier than you pegged him to be, afterall...

You smile dreamily up at Sanemi, kissing his lips as you chime," Well, it looks like we need to have dessert more often too..."

Sanemi laughs, running his hands over your back," First laundry, now dessert... you're starting to make it sound like a lazy, domestic Sunday..." You smile at him, mushing your cheek against his chest as you wiggle your hips.

"Well... it can be...," you offer, the both of you stilling for a moment," I-I mean... we can.... make this a thing. If you'll have me," you finish, the last part leaving you in a whisper. Sanemi rolls his eyes, pinching your nose as you whine distainfully.

"You think I would've done that if I didn't want that all the time with you? Tch. I'm not some man whore," Sanemi chides, as if offended. You smirk loopily, chuckling. ,"You sure sounded like a whore--"

Wholesome, bellyaching laughter fills Sanemi's room as the two of you bask in your afterglow, Sanemi jabbing your sides from the low blow.

"Well then, ma'am, if you want to hear those more... you better come home to my estate. Whenever you're ready... Whenever you're sick. Whenever your horny, especially.... I want you there with me."

You swoon at his words, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his chest. He could hardly hear your reply, a smile plastering his face as he hears you say.

"...same time, next Sunday~?"

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