Pairing: Tenko Shimura x F! Reader
Wc: 2.4k
Warnings: Streamer au, fluff but minors still donât interact. Initial meeting of streamer Tenko Shimura aka DecayDaddy
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Itâs dumb, downright silly actually when you stop long enough to think about it. Utterly comical when you find yourself grinning too wide as you open up the little app you downloaded because some of your friends âneeded your help with a taskâ but who knows how long ago that was now.Â
Driven by the compulsive need to complete tasks now being your reasoning to continue to venture outside of your comfort zone into more social aspects for the sake of the game.Â
Because at least if you were going to have your nose in your phone you should at least be getting out in nature as well. Enjoying some outings and making friends.Â
You never wouldâve thought that redownloading PokĂŠmon Go would have your heart racing every time you went to complete your dailies. Or when you got a notification from your favorite username: DecayDaddy. Â
Swiping over to the âFriendsâ tab after youâve successfully accomplished a Field Research for the day. Scrolling down to pointedly ignore his name at the top of your list. Clicking each name, opening the gifts theyâd sent you and sending one each back as you take the time to attach the precious little stickers.Â
Run of the mill Pikachu stickers for the random friends youâd added âway back whenâ from a Facebook group before deleting your comment so you wouldnât have to deal with the unending friend requests.Â
A Mudkip to one of your coworkers that still plays, a Sylveon to your friend you're sure only still opens the app to help you out (bless their kind souls).Â
Going down the list until youâve caught up with everyone that needed them for the day and barely making a dent in the collection you have.Â
Leaving him left as you swipe back up to the top. Running your palm down your face because it was ridiculous really, maybe even a little insane, to be this fond of someone that you arenât entirely sure who they might be.Â
Finally clicking on his username to open his gift and see one of the newer stickers attached to the postcard, a trio of oddish smiling and leaping over one another with flowers abound.Â
And you arenât an insane person, not really, you swear.. well okay, maybe just slightly. But you can assure that specific sticker pack costs ten in-game coins because you like to collect them yourself, so it has to be special right? Thatâs what you do with them anyway, save them to send to your friends.Â
But youâre prone to overthink, the inner monologue beginning to run away from you but you canât say that itâs far from completely logical this time. It was deranged to think someone you didnât know, added randomly through a post on social media (even if the group was locally based) was flirting with you through stickers on virtual postcards. Â
Shame sits heavy in your gut then, shrinking within the covers of your mattress. Flipping over onto your side while you pull the covers high as if to hide yourself away from the sunlight seeping in through the slivers of your blackout curtains created by the fan in your room.Â
Groaning to yourself before just selecting your least favorite sticker of all the packs; the awkward looking, poorly drawn Marill while it spews water. Locking for phone as you shove your face into your pillow to give yourself one good groan before you get ready for the day. No real plans besides tidying up around your home and maybe a few non-pressing errands when your phone vibrates and screen illuminates the dark fabric of your silk pillowcase.Â
Turning over and holding the device away from you, screen waking to a banner from Discord for a friend request that nearly puts your heart in your throat.Â
Decaydaddy has added you as a friend
Sitting up as you frantically fumble to unlock your phone because of course the facial recognition doesnât want to work in the lowlight. Tapping in the wrong passcode twice with an annoyed scowl to pretty features before you open up directly to the notification screen of the app.Â
You know itâs him because you can recognize the profile picture from his personal profile on Facebook but the similar handle to his Go account helps as well.Â
Who uses their actual picture on discord anyway? scoffed internally. Your own icon saved for whatever anime character you favored or kinned that week personally.Â
Youâre thankful he does though, otherwise you wouldâve denied his friend request and wouldnât have received his subsequent message afterward.Â
DecayDaddy: I was right, I figured your handle would be the same as discord.Â
Your heart is racing, face warm with the rush of blood that roars in your ears because it should be a red flag that he found your discord from an app you canât even communicate with one another from but it excites you.Â
Makes you feel stupidly giddy because maybe you werenât completely delusional to think you were flirting back and forth based on stickers attached to postcards.Â
DecayDaddy: None of my friends play and youâre actually pretty close by. Do you want to meet up today to do some of the tasks for that dumb âa route to new friendshipsâ one? Â
Okay so maybe you were a little delusional, cheeks and chest warming with a burning shame before your phone chimes with another discord notification.Â
DecayDaddy: We could grab something to eat too, my treat. For helpin me.Â
Exhaling a breathless laugh as your rub the sides of your forehead, giving yourself whiplash but youâll take this as a win. Hopefully you can actually flirt pretty normally without your trusted âcuteâ stickers. Sending back a quick, âsure no problem! Iâd love to help, just let me know where I should meet ya and whenâ before resting your phone on your abdomen face down. Throwing your arm over your eyes as you collapse back into your nest of pillows to stare up at the ceiling.Â
Waiting a few moments before you get another message, assuming itâs from your mystery man.Â
DecayDaddy: No cute sticker today?Â
Ha. Maybe not so delusional after all.
You: Tomorrow đ¤đ˝
But tomorrow is a relative term, youâre never going to get there, especially if you continue to let your anxieties get the better of you.
Truly you should consider it self preservation, what person in their right mind would feel wooed over a complete stranger finding their discord the way that he had?
Well, besides someone like you of course because you were the one flirting with him through stickers on a game about digital creatures you capture while wandering aimlessly for them.
It doesnât stop you from messaging him frequently though, thankful heâs considerate and far from pushy. Tenko, you learn his name to be, isnât one to spam either but the conversation continues with mutual interest; branching from just typical pleasantries or sticking solely to talking about events within the game.
Telling you about how he works from home and codes for a living as well as streaming in his free time. You even check him out, subscribe to his channel, he has a decent following for someone that doesnât do it so seriously. He was exactly who he said he was, pictures matching the video he sometimes displays while doing âletâs playsâ with a few friends who stream a bit more legitimately and have a larger following.
The most notable names being Dynamight and ChargeBolt, prominent YouTubers and Twitch streamers with a subscriber count well into the millions for each of them individually.
Which makes talking to him a little daunting despite how down to earth he was. Simultaneous nervous and giddy energy flooding your system the times you do discuss getting a chance to meet up to complete a few research tasks in the game.
Somewhat noncommittal with the time, tasks that could be done at any point that would take a few days to accomplish anyway. Discussing the ways you both play the game in the mean, Tenko likes to collect strong pokemon albeit the unconventional type. Atypical to the ones most people see in local gyms like Dragonite or Gyarados, though he does have those.
But somehow he had the strongest little sandslash youâd ever seen, especially for only being a level 34. Typically doing trainer battles with it, a Milotic and a Sylveon and mostly emerging victorious.
While you typically liked to collect shinies, possessing a decent amount more than he had. Over a hundred, several being each stage of a PokĂŠmonâs evolution as well as multiple shinies.
You: Iâll trade you one when we see each other, you can have the high cp one, I have two that are pretty close in level.
Promising a few trades so he could complete a few tasks that required taking a snapshot of a legendary that didnât appear in raids anymore.
And it isnât until one of the days you decide to head into the city for some of the raids, an impromptu announcement in the form of a dropdown bar earning your attention.
Rescue Mewtwo from Team GO rocket in shadow raids during Raid hour. Starting now! đĽ
Groaning about taking a trip sooner than expected but you werenât lucky enough to get a shiny mewtwo the last time he was in raids and you wonât miss it now.
Item bag packed full of premium raid passes so you can battle until you earn your prize. Glad many others covet the same one so the battle parties were full and participating in the raids wasnât a headache.
Joining in one after the other as you walk from street to street, gyms lining the prefecture all with countdowns to the next battle and ones until they ended. Each party so full that the game would automatically divide the amounts so everyone had a chance.
You sit and wait on a bench away from the small clusters of other people, not too keen on speaking with so many people when you just wanted one thing before heading home.
Waiting and watching the timer tick down before the raid starts when a dropdown notification from Discord appears.
DecayDaddy: Are you using a remote raid pass for Mewtwo?
Glancing between the text and the timer before tabbing out to his chat.
You: No, havin to venture out into the great unknown all alone like a heathen because I have no friends to invite me đ
Smiling at the silly tone you imbue into the text, that you hope he can hear because heâs heard your voice in a handful of short calls or voice memos. The soft expression you wear gradually spreads into a full blown grin when he texts back a short âlook upâ.
Youâre quick to comply, squinting from the sun but youâd recognize those starlit locks anywhere even with the dark hood pulled over the stylishly unstyled mop.
Giving him a tentative wave but not moving from your spot as Tenko cuts through the little crowd around him and crosses the small courtyard to join you.
âBetter hurry, time's almost up,â calling in a half yell the closer he gets and itâs criminal how the upward quirk of the corner of his lips makes the beat of your heart hasten. Near skip in its steady rhythm when he widens the length of his stride instead of breaking into a half jog, closing the distance between you with ease with just a few seconds to spare.
Standing directly in front of you and seemingly intentionally obscuring the glaring sun with his figure, giving himself a halo of light. The thought makes you feel silly, clearing your throat after you swallow because thereâs no reason a near perfect stranger should enrapture you with such ease.
âIt started,â his voice breaks the slight reverent stupor youâd fallen into, blinking up at him in confusion before scrambling for your phone with a curse. Nape of your neck feeling warm and with Tenko inadvertently providing shade you canât blame it on the warmth of the sun's rays.
Youâre just thankful he doesnât make any comment on it, standing up as your PokĂŠmon spawn in to battle the boss. Quick to defeat it with the oversized raiding group, giggling with a cute little cheer when the stats appear at the end and it tells you that youâd been the one to deal the final strike.
Missing how Tenkoâs cool rubies rake up and down your form while finding your actions cute before paying attention to his own screen.
Eyes widening when he sees the flare of sparkles when his prize appears on screen to be caught, a little stunned because heâd never been very fortunate in catching any shinies. Tossing his ball and only tilting to look at your screen when you groan in disappointment.
âIâm gonna have to find another one to battle, it wasnât shiny. It was strong though! Almost thirty five hundred cp!â
His brows raise, cocking his hip bit as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. Quiet for a moment as you take a moment to spin the gym, stopping you before you can pocket your phone.
âI can go with you if you want, do a few until you catch one,â offered so simply and calmly you almost declined. The beginningâs of a polite âyou donât have to do thatâ on your tongue when he continues, âor we could just get something to eat together instead, like I offered before. Mine was shiny so I could give it to you.â
Again you think to refuse, tell him you could earn your own like heâd gotten his but as he stares at you realization starts to set in. A warmth creeping into your chest and up your throat at the notion and how maybe youâd been a bit oblivious.
âWait, are you asking me on a date?â
âFor the second time now,â he sounds so blasĂŠ about it, like heâs talking about the weather when he turns on his heel. Ready to head down the street to one of the many restaurants lining the block. Craning his neck without turning around when Tenko sees you arenât following, âare you coming?â
âDepends,â you start cutely, rolling your lip between your teeth to fight the cheeky smile as you take a few steps forward. Pulling out your phone to shake it at him, leaning forward to tilt into his view, âare you really gonna give me your shiny?â
He chuckles at that, a breathy sound that floats on his exhale as he resumes his stride when you fall into step, âonly if you trade me the strong one you got.â
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I started this in March and I finally managed to finish it. It was only supposed to be a short thirst post but yet here we are. Thank you if you decide to give it a gođ
Summary: Tengen thinks Sanemi is wound far too tight, and of course he knows just the way to fix itâ by taking him to his favourite brothel.
Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, reader is a courtesan, implied!Tengen using their services, virgin!Sanemi, sex as a transaction, slight degradation, praise, blowjobs, cum swallowing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, Sanemi is way too obsessed with reader way too fast (but she likes it!!)
Word Count: 9.4k.
âAllow yourself to indulge a little, my friend,â Tengen clapped his shoulder with a grin, âAfter all thatâs what this district is for.â
âI have no time for indulgence.â Sanemi scoffed, ripping his shoulder out of Tengenâs grip as he bared his front incisors.
It was already insufferable enough that heâd had to spend the last few nights with the Sound Pillar, but it was made worse by the grand spectacle heâd made when theyâd both entered the entertainment district for the first time. The bright lights paired with the bustling crowds seemed to evoke even more intolerable actions from Uzui and Sanemi couldnât wait to get home.
âThereâs always time for indulgence, my friend,â He persisted, not taking his answer for gospel as he continued down the brightly illuminated street, âAnd donât you want to experience the soft touch of a woman?â
âWhy would I want to do that?â Sanemi sneered, rolling his eyes as Tengen waved over at a group of women who were standing at the entrance to an establishment trying to coax him over.
All Sanemi wanted to do was find a bed at the local inn and rest his head for a few hours so he could be alert when searching for the demon that was rumoured to be sighted in the area. It disgusted him that people were seemingly still out satiating themselves with cheap frivolity when lives were at risk.
âYou canât die a virgin,â He continued, mid-wave, âHow embarrassing.â
âYou need to assess your priorities if that is what you assume to be an embarrassment.â He snapped, âNot when there are still demons aliveââ
âAh, I worry as much as you,â Sanemi highly doubted it, âBut You never know you might find yourself relaxing a bit.â Tengen persisted, âMight find yourself less angry.â
Sanemi sneered as he balled his hands into a fist, preparing to land a strike against his cocky fellow hashira before Tengen pulled back the purple fabric to a building at the side of them, stepping inside the brothel.
âYou can wait outside if you want, Iâm sure youâll find the street performers more than entertaining.â
Sanemi glanced towards the rowdy men who were currently playing instruments in the middle of the street, the loud noise irksome as people stopped to dance with them. Scrunching his nose in irritation as he turned to face the Sound Pillar.
âFine,â His lips smoothed into a thin line, âBut youâre fuckinâ paying.â
Sanemi lingered outside as he stared at the wisteria pattern against the curtain. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought before he took a deep breath and followed inside.
âAh, Mr Uzui, your usual?â
âNot today,â He clapped a hand on Sanemiâs shoulder, âIâve brought a friend.â
Sanemi could see the girls in the background begin to cower away, even though they tried to hide it. Shrugging Uzuiâs hand off his shoulder with a growl of irritation as he tried to avoid the pairs of eyes watching him intently, jaw locked as he sucked in a breath of air.
âHow wonderful, Uzui-sama.â The lady bowed as she motioned to a young girl, âOur Oiran is unavailable now, but Iâm certain she will more than suffice.â
The girl cowered in fear as she was given a push in her lower back in an attempt to get her feet to start working, the poor thing. Sheâd barely been here a week and sheâd already had a difficult afternoon with a travelling samurai whoâd assumed being rough was included with the price.
âDonât do anything I wouldnât do, Shinazugawa.â Uzui called out from behind him as Sanemi glared in irritation. There was certainly no chance of that happening, especially at the sight of the young girl that looked close to tears.
âIt would be my honor to serve you tonight, my Lord.â You chanced stepping forward, feeling your Madame turn to glare at you.
âRemember your place,â She jeered, the same sickly sweet smile on her face to mask her indignation before turning back to the hashira, âIâm sorry, Shinazugawa-sama. Please let us show you to your roomââ
âI want her.â He cut her off coldly, tired eyes matching your gaze as an unfamiliar heat lingered in your chest.
âNot to question your choice, my Lord. But we have many excellent options hereââ
âKeep them.â He stepped towards you as you took this as your moment to turn around. Ignoring your Madameâs calls for him to enjoy his night, and request a change at any time if he so desired. It was no wonder she was worried about you tarnishing her reputation, trying to palm to hashira off on someone far more weak willed. But you were intrigued by the man from the moment he stepped through the door, and the poor girl needed a chance to recover from her ordeal.
You could practically feel his eyes on you as you led him down the wooden hallway towards your room, keeping enough of a distance as you slid the screen door open gently. Stepping to the side to invite him in with a slight bow of your head as the white-haired man followed into the room, scrunching his nose at the potent smell of flowers that permeated the air as you closed the door behind you. It was sickly sweet, worse than the ohagi heâd cook at home; invading his senses as he tried to ignore the scent throbbing at the back of his skull.
You could feel how awkward he was, lingering by the doorway as you could cut the tension in the air with a blade. Smoothing down the front of your kimono as you stood in front of him, noticing the way his lavender eyes took note of the futon in the corner of the room.
So this was the seedy shit that Uzui got up to in his free time? Sanemi scoffed.
An impertinent man with three wives who still managed to find the time to spend in the arms of another. Having one woman would be enough of a nuisance, he thinks. But juggling four sounded like pure greed.
âCan I get you anything Shinazugawa-sama?â You smiled, âTea? Sake? We also have fresh onigiriââ
Sanemi wished youâd stop calling him that. He usually delighted in the honorific when he was called it by others, but the saccharine lilt to your voice as you danced along his name had his cock pulsing between his thighs uncomfortably.
âNo.â He bit back the insult that threatened to follow as you nodded in affirmation.
âWell, youâre welcome to make yourself comfortable for your time here,â You continued, âOur services are open to the Hashira for as long as they see fit.â
He scoffed at that, knowing that a Hashiraâs pocket was rarely empty so it made sense theyâd want to make as much money from them as possible.
âWe donât have to do anything,â You smiled softly, noticing he was silent as he remained still. The cogs in his head slowly turned as he wondered why heâd even agreed to this in the first place, how heâd even made it this far.
âYou think Iâm scared or somethinâ?â Sanemi gibed, maybe a little harsher than intended, but it felt warranted. Your words made it seem as though you were questioning his valour. And Shinazugawa Sanemi never backed down in fear, especially not like this.
âNo,â You tilted your head to the side and Sanemi felt his heart rattle at his cages with how cute you looked. Trying to fight the heat that was slowly rising through his body and tickling the tips of his ears.
He felt hot. If heâd have known this was how easily it was to increase his body temperature warm enough to potentially receive a mark, he wouldâve demanded that Uzui bring him here a long, long time agoâ
âI can just tell youâve never been here before,â You hummed, âItâs probably unfamiliar to what youâre used to.â
You were right. Sanemi felt completely out of his depth.
âI have no desire to frequent a whorehouse.â He spat, masking his vulnerability. And yet he was acutely aware of the way you didnât flinch like many would, cowering away from him in fear as though he were a coiled snake ready to attack.
It was at that moment your eyes met his across the room, and for the first time, he recognised the desolate emptiness in your eyes. He recognised it because it was the same one he held whenever he glanced at his reflection. So much time spent wallowing in self-loathing and pity, forcing himself to submerge himself in sheer hatred instead of looking at the ones around him. Sanemi could tell youâd been through a lot too, suffering at the hands of many while being forced into a life youâd never wanted for yourself. Much like him.
âBut youâre here anyway, so you might as well relax for the time,â You smiled back, and it only pained him more that heâd spoken to you with such callousness, âAnd at least you can avoid your friend for a few hours.â
âIs that what all your visitors come here to do?â He sneered but did not attempt to move.
âTo linger in the doorway?â You raised a brow, âNo, you would be the first.â
Sanemi felt a heat rise all the way to the tips of his ears at this, noticing heâd barely stepped inside the room since youâd brought him this far.
âI donât bite, you know.â You laughed as you watched him frozen in place.
Could you tell he was a virgin? He wondered if it was obvious from the way he lingered as his body became engulfed in flames. Willing the ground to swallow him whole at the prospect of appearing so inexperienced, and he was surprised at how much he cared.
âWe have many people that come here just to talk,â You smiled, settling down into a kneel, âBut you donât seem like much of a talker.â
But thatâs not why he was here, he thinks. The proposition had been offered to him, and Uzui had certainly never mentioned talking. âThe perfect medicine!â Heâd clapped him on the back as heâd led him towards the establishment, a haughty smile on his face. Sanemi was here to try and settle his temper, to blow off some steam. And yet here he still stood stoic in the doorway, silence hanging in the air.
âWell, if you donât like to talk. Maybe youâd like to watch?â You offered up the option, as Sanemi froze.
What?
He was certain he wouldnât make it from this room alive, spending years fighting demons only to be scuppered by a beguiling temptress like you. Positive Uzui had fed him to the wolves the moment he stepped through the doors to this establishment and pulled back the curtain.
Sanemiâs tongue slipped out to wet his lips, a futile action when his throat was this dry, as he played back your offer in his head. The words echoed in his ear as he wondered how he was supposed to receive them, whether he needed to say yes or if you would be so kind as to show him exactly what you meant.
Heâd never thought much of laying with a woman before. His line of work failed to offer much chance of finding a suitable wife and settling down, even though Uzui had managed to find three. More interested in ridding the world of the scourge of demons instead of cheap frills and frivolity. Sanemiâs only glimpses of breasts had been in onsens or walking through the Red light district. Enough to have his cock pulsing between his thighs as he fought the temptation, but nothing like how you made him feel standing in front of him right now.
âUzui-sama had said to show youââ
âCanât you just get on with it?â He cut you off, definitely a little harsher than intended. But itâs to be expected when heâs like a wild deer backed into a corner, as you mentioned the shepherd that had dragged him to the slaughter.
He was going to kill Uzui-sama when he got out of this, he scoffed, the man probably only attended the house to hear that honorific.
âOf course, Shinazugawa-sama.â You smiled, as Sanemiâs eyes now focused on your smaller hands teasing the opening of your kimono, his cock bucking under his pants at the same honorific, âSo you can learn how to please a woman.â
Sanemi didnât want a woman, he had no intention of pleasing anyone. And yet he found himself wondering on what it would be like to please you. Whether your eyes would roll, or your toes would curl. Thinking about the saccharine sigh of his name tumbling from your lips when he had you on the crux of your bliss. And then he began to wonder whether any man had ever pleased a woman inside these four walls, whether a man had ever pleased youâ
âIs that even important?â He scoffed, lips coiled into a sneer as you sat back on your haunches.
âWell, it depends. Iâm sure as long as you have a woman to lay with youâll find your pleasure,â You smiled, finding no offence in his question, âBut if you help her find her pleasure youâll be far more satisfied.â
Sanemi felt the heat inside him start to burn as you pressed him to stay. Telling himself it was out of pure intrigue as he lowered his sword to the floor, his palm still clasped over it as he made his decision to stay.
You managed to get him to kneel, although he positioned himself with one foot on the ground. Knee bent as though he was preparing to flee the scene the moment this became too much.
âSo youâre only here because of your friend?â You posed the question to him in an attempt to break the ice, though it was more than obvious to be true.
The hunched shoulders and flushed cheeks made it wholly apparent that this wasnât one of his usual haunts. And that the Hashira felt extremely out of placeâ
Awkward.
âHe seems to think Iâm wound too tight,â Sanemi grunted, eyes focused on the way you languidly disrobed.
If he had the confidence heâd reach across the room and pull the haori down your shoulders himself, telling you to hurry up. Heâd never witnessed someone take so long to disrobe, although he supposed this was some sort of show you were supposed to put on for the drunken men who frequented the establishment. So he held back, watching as the fabric finally pooled around you.
âSo he brought you here to let off some steam.â You smile, beginning to work on the buttons at the front of your kimono.
âAnd what say you?â He sneered, âWhat do you think?â
âIâd say your job is difficult,â You whispered, slowly pulling back the front of your kimono to expose your naked breasts to his prying gaze.
Sanemi didnât say anything, but you noticed his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed thickly. Nostrils flaring as he exhaled softly as the fabric fell around you to join your haori.
âItâs no wonder you have so much rage inside.â You continue, hands delicate in your lap as you allow him to look at you, âItâs okay to let it out. To release some tensionââ
You were right, Sanemi supposed. Although since being inside this building he somehow felt worseâ the tension continuing to build inside his abdomen as his pelvis tightened uncomfortably, his heavy cock throbbing with desire as it pressed against the front of his uniform. Shifting his thighs as he tried to give himself some slight relief from the incessant throb, as you did little to satiate it when you began to tease your naked breasts.
âAre you a virgin, Shinazugawa-sama?â You asked, although you were certain you already knew the answer.
âWhatâs it to you?â He mocked, âYouâre just a common whore ready to spread her legs. Itâs your jobââ
âIâm sorry, my Lord.â You smile softly, finding no malice in his words. It was clear he was trying to deflect your question, as though the answer burned him to say, âI was certain you wanted to talk.â
You were worried you may have pushed him too much, that he would turn and flee the room and leave you naked and alone. Or worseâ attack.
Youâd had it happen before. Men who would enter the building of their own free will, before turning on you at the last moment. Hands wound tight around your neck as they blamed you for cheating on their wives, for making them do this. And it wasnât just the men who had nothing else to lose; the ones that would spend their final gold on a night with a woman. These were respected members of societyâ samurai, business owners, and demon slayers. And perhaps thatâs why every other woman had cowered in fear when the Wind Pillar had stepped through the door, because they expected nothing less from the ruthless Hashira.
But he looked vulnerable.
âIf you donât want to talk,â You continued to pull back the fabric of your kimono to expose your naked frame to his lilac eyes, the material cascaded down your body and onto the floor as you allowed him to drink in the sight of you. His eyes roamed your naked skin as they followed a path along your sternum, between the valley of your breasts until they settled on your chubby mound, âIâm certain there are other things we could do that would please you.â
Sanemiâs throat seized as he watched your hands reach up to mould against your round breasts, the skin dipping beneath your touch as you let out a soft, satisfied gasp. A sound that sent jolts of electricity surging through his veins. Enough to have his hands balling into tight fists that settled on top of his thighs as blunt nails dug into his palms, focused on the way your nipples hardened as you pinched and rolled them between your thumb and forefinger.
âYou can touch me, you know,â You murmured, âI donât mind.â
Sanemi swallowed thickly at the invitation. It was why he was here, after all. But somehow it felt daunting to reach out and close the gap, unsure where he should even start with you as he stayed stoic across the room.
You chanced scooting towards him across the wooden floor, settling yourself in front of him as you reached out to grasp one of his tightly closed fists. Gently prying his fingers open as he allowed you to contort his hand, splaying his fingers as you laced your fingers through his own, threading them together as your warmth engulfed him.
The action felt too intimate, which felt peculiar to say when he was sat opposite a half-naked stranger. And yet, he found himself not wanting to pull away. He leaned into your touch, his palm squeezing yours as you took it for reassurance, a soft smile on your face as he found himself beginning to relax.
âItâs okay,â You cooed, âWe can just sit like this if youâd prefer.â
You were delighted when you felt the tense muscles in his hand begin to relax as his clenched jaw softened.
âOr we can tell your friend we did everything you wanted,â You continue with a laugh, âAnd that way it wouldnât be a lie.â
And Sanemi wished he could put all his wants into words. The thoughts that now ran rampant through his mind as he breathed in the candied scent of you, feeling you lean closer to pepper gentle kisses to the side of his jaw. Tickling his skin against the growing stubble that left a shadow as you moved forward to place your hand flat against his muscular thigh.
âThere wouldnât be a need to lie.â Sanemiâs voice was rough like gravel as he tried desperately to wet his tongue, the roof of his mouth giving no appeasement as his Adamâs apple bobbed thickly.
âOh?â You murmured, feeling no hint of him pulling away as you leaned back to face him. Your breath fanning his skin as you looked at him through thick, long lashes. Sultry eyes flickering towards his chapped lips before returning his gaze, âSo what would you like us to tell him?â
âW-what?â Sanemi stuttered, cursing himself for sounding so pathetic.
âWhat is it youâd like to tell him?â You smiled softly, your hand slipping higher along his thigh, âWhat stories do you want to return with?â
And now Sanemi was certain this was the closest heâd come to death.
âMaybe I can suck your cock?â The words almost had him falling apart as he focused on every syllable, unused to someone speaking to him with such candour.
âUh- yeah.â He felt the embarrassment begin to bloom inside him at his pathetic response as his eyes bore into your own.
You managed to get him on his back, chest heaving as you began to unfasten the belt around his hips. Watching the way his gut clenched in anticipation as you palmed him softly through the rough fabric, causing his hips to buck as he cursed beneath his breath.
âYou feel big, Shinazugawa-sama.â
âCall me Sanemi.â He barked back gruffly, wanting to hear the sweet sound of his name leave your lips instead.
âOf course, Sanemi.â You cooed. Never making it to the futon as you straddled his thighs where he lay on the hardwood floor. Shrugging off the rest of your kimono to leave your body completely bare above him as he had to try to remember to breathe.
It was difficult to think when he noticed just how close your bare cunt was to his crotch, certain he could feel the warmth radiating from it against his thigh as you began to tug his pants down. Enough to free his aching cock as it drooped hard and heavy against his pelvis, long enough to follow the curve of his hip as the uncut tip leaked pearlescent beads of pre. Your stomach swirled at the sight of him, what he lacked in size he made up for in sheer girth. Thick, bulging veins forking along his girth as you imagined how he would feel buried inside you, the stretch as he fucked to into the shape of him. The thoughts had your neglected cunt throbbing around nothing as you felt warm slick begin to pool between your thighs.
âI was rightâ you are big.â You noted, wrapping a slender hand around him at the base as his hips jerked in surprise. Biting back a sharp hiss from between clenched teeth at the sensation as his palms instantly balled into fists at his sides.
âIs that what you say to every man that passes through here?â Sanemi spat, but he secretly hoped this wasnât the case. He was filled with the incessant desire to impress you, to have you fawning over him. Even though none of this was real.
âNo, actually,â You smiled, âI think it might actually hurt if you fuck me.â
Sanemiâs cock kicked with your blase tone, certain he was about to come undone from your words alone. But as if that werenât enough, he felt himself choking back a grunt when you leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his leaking tip. Licking your lips to taste his pre as you stared up at him from under thick lashes, âIf you tell me to stop, Iâll stop.â
Sanemi almost snorted at this. As though he wouldnât be able to overpower you and push you off in an instant, you wouldnât stand a chanceâ
âOh, fuckinâ shitââ All conscious thoughts were ripped away from him the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock. Catching you by surprise as his hips jerked roughly, forcing more of his length inside your wet mouth as the heady tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat. The sudden motion caused you to gag as you pulled back to cough and splutter, and Sanemi felt downright depraved when he throbbed at the sight of you. Strings of spit mixed with his pre connected him to your mouth as he groaned, noticing the fat tears that now clumped in your lashes as he tried to remember to breathe, âIâm sorry, Iâmââ
âItâs okay,â You brushed him off with a smile, your warm palms stroked softly against his hairy thighs as he tried to calm his body down, âI actually liked it.â
You liked it? Gods, you were certain to be the death of him.
You took him into your mouth again as he fought back the urge to cant his hips forward, growling when your tongue began to trace the bulging veins along his length. Hollowing your cheeks as you began to gently bob your head along him as the hand wrapped around his base began to massage his heavy balls.
It was no wonder Uzui always seemed particularly cheery if this was what he got to experience at home. Sanemiâs eyes rolled back into his skull as he clenched them shut, positive that one look at you with your lips wrapped around him would have him coming undone in an instant.
âYou can hold my head, show me what you like.â You murmured against the tip of his cock as you pulled back for air before swallowing him again. Coaxing him to touch you, to move you how heâd like to be treated, and Sanmei wondered why he should even bother when this already felt like heaven.
The whiny, desperate whine that vibrated around his cock the moment he held the back of your head in a large palm was his answer. Your throat instantly tightened around him as he swallowed back another debauched moan, tightening his grip as he began to help you bob your head along his cock. Careful not to hurt you as he pushed you down so the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat with each downward motion, something that had him leaking even more pre as the salty taste dampened your tongue.
Sanemi could already feel his balls tightening in anticipation, your movements sending him closer to bliss as he used your mouth for his own pleasure.
Thereâs something about being the only person to see Shinazugawa Sanemi like this. A strong, powerful man who strikes fear into the hearts of many brought to his knees as you tower over him.
His cheeks blaze fiery red as the bloom spreads to the tips of his ears as you wrap his cock into a gentle fist, squeezing the base as he tries to stop his hips from canting forward pathetically. The noise that spills from his lips is more akin to an injured animal as he tries to stop himself from spilling his release so easily. But this is exactly what you do to him, the only person that can make him feel this way.
âDo something.â His tone is cold and brash, but thereâs no real malice behind it as you have him as close to begging as you can.
Your fingers slip lower from his balls as you run your thumb along his taint, dipping into the sensitive skin as you have Sanemiâs hips bucking wildly as he catches you completely off guard as he cums with a depraved snarl. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt from his pulsing cock as you catch them in your mouth, coating your throat in his potent seed as his chest heaves from the intensity. His hand remains rough at the back of your head as he forgets his hold on you, keeping you pinned on his cock as he fills you with his release.
Itâs only when you splutter that Sanemi realises his hold on you, pulling away as though heâs been burned as his lilac eyes stare down at you with worry. Watching you quiver as you cough and splutter again, as he sits up in an instant to cup your neck and assess if youâre okay.
âShit, Iâm sorryââ He rasps, his cock still half-hard and doused in your spit as it hangs between you. âI didnât mean toâ are you okay?â
And for the first time, it feels as though heâs let his walls down. The worry in his tone, paired with his wide eyes show you the concern that you hadnât expected from the harsh Wind Pillar when heâd first entered the room, and yet here he was offering you more kindness and compassion than a lot of your previous visitors.
Your throat burns, but you answer him by parting your lips and lolling your tongue out so he can see that youâve swallowed every drop of cum heâd given you. An action that already has his cock stirring for more attention as Sanemi bites back the harsh groan that threatens to rumble deep in his chest at the sight of you.
You really had no idea that youâd be the complete undoing of him, he supposed as he allowed his thumb to brush against your soft cheek. Smiling when you leaned into his touch, still settled between his thighs.
He decided at that moment heâd quite like to kiss you. Uncertain if that was even something people did in these establishments, whether youâd even allow him to. Wondering if youâd ever wanted to kiss any of the men youâd spent time with working here, whether youâd even want to kiss him. Remembering that this was probably nothing more than a job to you, another way to pay off your debts and get yourself out.
Heâd get you out if he could. Spare you from all the disgusting, rowdy creeps that you have to deal with daily and protect you from the horrors of this world.
âAre you okay?â You tilted your head to the side as Sanemi was brought back from his thoughts.
âWerenât you gonna show me how to please a woman?â He ignored your question as his chapped lips brushed against the curve of your jaw.
âOh,â Your cheeks flushed with a delicate flourish as warmth bloomed across your skin, âOh, yeah.â
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if youâd even be able to handle his touch on your skin. Your cunt already throbbing wanton and desperate with need as your slick began to soak your inner thighs, positive no one else had made you feel like this before.
Reaching out to wrap your smaller palm around his wrist as he allowed you to move it how you pleased, lifting it to move it to settle against one of your soft breasts.
âOh,â You heaved a sigh as your fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist as Sanemi began to clench his fingers, barely a squeeze as though he was worried about hurting you as you coaxed him for more, âThat feels good.â
The words seemed to encourage him as he began to massage the soft skin, calloused fingers grazing against your sensitive nipples that had you crying out for him. Pleased when he took the initiative to give your other breast the same attention, your cheeks flushed as he stared shamelessly at your exposed skin.
Reaching down you circled a hand around his thick wrist, raising his hand as you placed his calloused palm against your warm breast. Thick lashes fluttered on impact as you looked down at the way he encompassed it, fingers barely flexing as he noticed the way his hand circled it. You ground your hips against him, his semi-hard cock poking into the swell of your ass as you remained seated on his abdomen. The motion pressed you harder against his hand as he began to clench his fingers, squeezing the supple skin as a breathy whine escaped your lips.
Sanemi hadnât seen many breasts, but he was certain that you were the prettiest by far. Gaining more confidence as he started to squeeze at the soft skin, his thumb grazing over one of your hardening nipples as it stiffened to a taut peak. Biting down on glossy lips you watched him focused and intent, giving the same attention to the other side as he began to palm them both.
Sanemi inhaled softly when your fingers began to busy themselves with the fastenings of his shirt, spreading what little was left to push it off his shoulders along with his haori. Your eyes trailed over each raised scar that marred his perfect skin, fingertips delicately brushing over each line of rough skin and puckered flesh. Giving the same amount of attention to each one, knowing that they all held their own story. Spending slightly longer on the long ones that crossed against the front of his chest, dangerously close to his heart as your palm stopped against his sternum to feel his heart hammering against his chest.
Sanemi had never found his scars repulsive, but for some reason beneath your gaze, he felt self-conscious. Worried that you may find him hideous and cower away from him like most others did. Others, whose opinions he didnât care about, but yours?
âI know they appear ugly.â
âTheyâre not ugly,â You hum softly, âIâm just sorry you had to go through the pain to receive them.â
Some scars run deeper, ones that donât mark and marr his skin. The ones that permeate through to his heart, twisting and contorting as they sear into him hotter than any flame. Demons that keep him awake at night as heâs forced to relive the moments heâs received them, times that heâs faced certain deathâ and perhaps he deserved it. The pain of receiving them was often forgotten by Sanemi. The hurt and damage from each scar would never equate to the feeling of seeing his loved ones slain, from losing his family.
âBut each one tells a story,â You continued, smiling softly. Fingertips stroking over the raised scars there, following the damaged skin as you mapped out every curve and ridge. âEach one holds a reason as to why youâre still here.â
Sanemi had never had someone touch him like this before, heâd never been handled with such care. It was at that moment that Sanemi decided he didnât want you with anyone else, that you were his and only his.
âWe all have scars, but some we try to hide more than others.â You hummed.
Fuck it. He thought as he reached around your neck to pull you into a fierce kiss, catching you off guard. His teeth clashed against your soft lips as he fought to deepen in, inexperience shining through his actions as his nose bumped yours roughly. His movements were sloppy and unpractised as he was far too chaste; too eager. Your lips follow along with his to try and guide him, your tongue teasingly laps at the corner of his lips and he does little to stop you. Trying to anticipate your movements as his lips fall open, granting you entrance as you smile against him.
Your fingers splay against his jaw, holding him steady to help slow him down. Moving your lips with purpose as your tongue brushed past his parted ones, delving into his mouth as you swallowed the moans that vibrated at the back of Sanemiâs throat. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as you felt his arms encircle you to pull you closer, tightening his grip on you as if no matter how close you were it would never be enough.
His still half-hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you shamelessly roll your hips, pressing your lower half against it for some sweet relief as your cunt virtually burned with neglect. Youâd never felt so on edge as you were tempted to reach down and press two fingers to your puffy clit to give yourself some respite. An action that didnât go unnoticed by the perceptive Hashira who broke the kiss to stare between your bodies.
Sanemiâs fingers were warm as they brushed through your messy folds, hiding your face in his neck as you felt his knuckle graze your clit. A whiny, breathless sigh warmed his skin when he felt your tight hole begin to catch against the calloused pad of his finger.
How were you this fucking wet already and heâd barely touched you? Was this all for him?
âPlease,â You murmured. Sanemi felt you roll your hips against his hand, as though you were trying to drop yourself down on his finger, eager for stimulation. Granting your wish as he slipped a solo finger inside you, baulking when he felt how warm, wet and tight you were.
Sanemi wasnât foolish, he knew about sex. But he just had no idea that this is what you looked like down there, what you felt like. How was he supposed to fit his cock inside here when you were this tight? Surely heâd split you in two.
The moan that left your lips was debauched, and the sound surged directly to his cock. Swallowing thickly as he pressed forward again, letting the calloused pad of his finger press against your velvety walls. Trying to draw another noise like that from your throat.
Sanemi was gentle and precise compared to the other men that frequented the establishment, so used to your pleasure being unimportant as they were quick to push into you with little care or decency. Fulfilling their own needs and leaving you a crumpled, fragile mess after with comments on how thankful you should be that they were helping to pay off your debt. Glad that most men that you encountered seemed to only want comfort, a warm body to lay beside so they could fool themselves for a moment that they mattered to someone.
âIs this okay?â His voice was laced with uncertainty, his finger plunging into your tight sex as he grazed your ridged walls.
âCurl it,â You murmured, breaking off into a high-pitched gasp when he brushed against the sensitive spot inside you. Your reaction was an indication heâd found what heâd been searching for as he focused his movements against it. Deft and precise as Sanemi began to pump the lone finger in and out of you, lilac eyes focused on the way your face contorted in pleasure.
âYeah?â He hummed in satisfaction, âYou like that?â
Your cunt clenched around him in response, biting down on your bottom lip as you found yourself rolling your hips in tandem with him, moving one of your hands from his shoulders to slip between your bodies to join his as you pressed slow, precise circles against your needy clit.
âWhat are you doing?â His voice turned to a deep snarl, brows furrowed as he watched you touch yourself in front of him.
âTouching my clit.â You gasped as he knocked your hand away roughly, moving his thumb to press blindly against your slit to replace it.
âIâll do it,â He growled, the authoritative lilt to his tone had you trembling as he made rough strokes in an attempt to find your sensitive nub, âThere?â
He questioned as he rubbed the junction of your labia, pressing against your folds as you tried to lift your hips to position his hand.
âNo,â You murmured, holding his wrist before moving your slender fingers towards his thumb to press the pad of it flat against your clit. Whining on contact as his touch felt instantly better than your own, âHereâ can you feel it?â
âYeah,â Sanemi released the breath he hadnât realised he was holding in as he began to press tough, persistent circles against it while curling his finger inside you.
âAdd another finger, please?â You begged, moving your hands back to his broad shoulders to support yourself as you continued to match his movements.
âYeah?â He murmured, pressing both fingers against the spongy spot inside you as he began to thrust them languidly, tilting his head back to stop you from shying away from his gaze as he watched your face morph into pleasure, âYou like that?â
âSo good,â You affirmed, feeling the coil inside you start to wind and tighten as Sanemi focused on your pleasure. Certain your cunt was drooling into his open palm as he followed your movements, pressing deeper each time you tried to roll your hips, âIâm close.â
âThen cum.â His voice commanded, his tone curt and domineering as you found yourself succumbing to the pleasure that threatened to spill over. Your cunt clenched desperately around his digits as you came with a choked gargle of his name, white spots blanking your vision as your entire body convulsed. Sanemiâs other hand splayed flat at the arch of your back to stop you from toppling backwards as he continued to press messy circles into your throbbing clit, prolonging the sensation, âGood girl.â The words had you throbbing as he helped you ride out your bliss.
âIââ You panted, at a loss for words as your nails dug into the delicate skin on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake that Sanemi hoped would scar.
âGod, youâre so fucking pretty when you cum.â Sanemi grunted, and you had to rip his hand away from your poor sex when the sensation became too much. Already feeling him forcing you towards anotherâ
âYou shouldnât be so good at that, Shinazugawa-sama.â You groaned in satisfaction, pulling back as you noticed his cock practically leaking against his chest from the sight of you. Leaving silvery lines of pre against his skin as he sat hard and ready for you.
âWhat did I say to call me?â He rasped.
âSanemi,â You breathed, and the Wind Pillar was certain he would never tire of hearing his name flow from your lips.
Was it normal to fall in love the first night with someone? With a courtesan no less. Sanemi wondered how many men had stepped through the doors of this house with the same question, returning to spend the night with a woman who was only interested in how deep their pockets were. But it somehow felt different with youâ the look in your eyes made it feel like it was something more than just a transaction. And well, if it wasnât Sanemi was positive heâd give every last penny he owned for one more night with you.
âItâs okay if you want to stop,â You smiled gently, hoping that he wouldnât. Your cunt clenched desperately around nothing as you yearned for him, wanting to feel him stretch you out in the most intoxicating way.
You were certain it was going to hurt judging from the sheer mass that was now resting between your thighs, thick and heady. Feeling the tip almost graze your belly button as you imagined just how deep he would be inside of you. Your cunt fluttered in anticipation as he began to stroke the fat tip of his cock between your messy folds. Feeling them part for him as he nudged against your sensitive clit, making you cry out for him as he repeated the motion.
âWhy would I stop?â He bit back, âYouâre getting paid arenât you?â
He hated himself for the words that left his lips, the regret evident on his features the moment heâd uttered them. But it was what he did. Pushing people away before they got too close, before he let them inâ
âIâm sorry,â He murmured apologetically, âI didnât meanââ
âItâs okay,â You cut him off with a small smile, used to hearing far worse as you smoothed a hand through the light hairs that scarred against his chest, âAre you ready?â
And Sanemi was certain heâd never been more prepared for anything in his life, his palms still planted firmly against your hips as he watched you reach down to wrap your palm around his drooling cock.
Holding it upright as you leaned forward to adjust yourself so the building tip was pressed against your right entrance. His fingers were no match for the stretch of the engorged tip as you slowly began to coax him inside. The first inch was painful, a delicious ache swirling in your abdomen as you tried to relax. Inhaling deeply as you gave an experimental roll of your hips, forcing another inch inside as you began to feel the stretch. The protruding veins that forked along his girth did nothing to ease the tension as you could practically feel them throb against your inner walls as you sank lower onto him.
Sanemi wasnât fairing much better, his pupils blown as he was certain he could see every shade of colour. His grip against your hips bruising now as he tried to think of anything but the sensation of your cunt wrapped around him for the first time. He was barely halfway inside, and now he was positive he wouldnât last by the time you made it to the baseâ his balls already drawn up and heavy as he imagined emptying his seed into your ripe cunt.
You were so fucking warm, and drenched. It was making it difficult to think as your slick left creamy rings around the girth of his cock, drooling down to his balls as you soaked his skin. Sanemi found himself becoming lightheaded, blindly pawing for your waist to centre himself. The back of his head knocked against the wooden floor as he readjusted his hips, giving you a few more inches as you moaned at the sensation. Catching yourself with soft palms against his chest as you rolled down into his touch, his stiff cock almost wholly inside you as you felt the messy hairs that sat at his base tickle your clit.
You still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. But it feels like a moment too long for Sanemi, a moment that drives him closer to the desperate release his body already craves. His hefty balls are already tight and pulsing as they threaten to spill into your eager hole.
Itâs as though you notice when you start to roll your hips above him. But Sanemi reckons this is worseâ your tits sway with your alluring movement, the cool air in the room hits his cock when you rise your hips to pull off him before seating yourself back down and heâs certain youâll be the death of him. That Uzui will find the shattered remains of his body in this very room as he dies buried deep inside your molten cunt. How had he managed to continue life for so long without feeling this? Itâs now the only pleasure he ever wants to indulge in as he watches you intently through blown eyes.
âAre you okay?â You hum with a teasing swirl of your hips and Sanemi has to wet his lips to reply. His tongue rolls over white teeth before clearing his throat, a heavy rumble in his chest as calloused fingers dip into the fat at your hips.
ââm fine,â Itâs all he can muster. Certain if he says more itâll be over, and Sanemi doesnât want this to be over, âFuckinâ tight.â
âYou feel so good,â You offer in return, âStretching me so muchââ
And Sanemi isnât sure he even wants to hear it. Uncertain whether itâs because you have his cock pulsing from your sultry tone that leaves him shaking on the crux of his climax, or that he thinks youâre lying. Another deceitful line you give to all your paying customers.
âShinazugawa-sama.â You breathe and Sanemi feels his Adamâs apple throb in his throat.
âSanemi,â He growls, low and domineering, âI said call me Sanemi.â
âSanemi.â You parrot, and the sound of it has his hips jerking sloppily as he fucks up into you, his name now sounded from your lips like a dull mantra, âSanemi.â
Your hands are splayed across his chest as you try to keep your movements consistent, hips rolling against him as you ride his cock. Trying to commit the sight to memory as your eyes follow every line and scar that settles across his skin, soft fingertips following them as you ride him. An indication of just how powerful the man beneath you is, the man youâve brought to his knees.
âOh, fuck.â You sound out, and Sanemi thinks itâs cute the sound of such a vulgar word spilling from your sweet lips.
And Sanemi wants to make you make more sounds like that, to pull every one from your pretty throat and commit each one to memory. Remembering every saccharine lilt and coo as though heâs conducting his own debauched symphony. Sounds that will comfort him when he thinks of you, of this. He moves his hand from your hip, pressing a thumb against your pelvis before dipping lower. Stroking his digits through your messy slit, and when he touches your clit your body convulses. Hips bucking so wildly on contact his eyes are wide as though heâs done something wrong. Taking his hand to press his fingers back against it as you coax him into touching you there again.
Hunching over him as you try to keep your pace, your movements borderline pathetic as you chase the pleasure of his calloused thumb against your sensitive bud. His eyes watch you curiously as he speeds up the sloppy figure of eights he presses into it, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him in response.
âThis is supposed to be for you.â You choke out, unused to your clients even thinking about your pleasure.
âWho says itâs not?â Sanemi scoffs; the sight of you like this is worth every damn penny Uzui is paying, âI want you to come undone for me.â
The dominant, commanding husk to his voice has your pelvis contorting as your body wills itself to unravel on command. Barely able to cry out his name as you find your release, your silky walls clamp down around his cock as they desperately try to milk him of his release. Your nails dig into muscular pectorals as you try to keep yourself upright, to hold onto the single thread of sanity you have left.
But Sanemiâs thumb doesnât stop against your clit, following your jerky movements as your hips coil and spasm. Keeping his touch firm and persistent as he helps you ride out one climax to have you soaring towards another.
Itâs too much, and youâre not sure you can handle it as your hands slip down to wrap around his wrist. Feebly trying to pull his grip away from your sloppy cunt as you watch the muscles in his arm tighten, veins popping out proudly as they fork towards his wrist. Practically snarling as he easily fights your weaker grip, âDonât.â
And once again he throws you into ecstasy, your body trembling as another intense orgasm surges through your veins. Soaking his cock with your essence as you feel how wet and sloppy you are between your thighs, any friction dissipating as itâs all you can do but pathetically grind yourself against his finger while you ride out your bliss.
âSanemi,â You whine, unable to hold yourself upright as you feel yourself falling forward onto his chest. Your face nuzzled into the junction of his neck as you trap his muscular arm between your bodies, his thumb still at your overstimulated clit as he gives it a few more lingering swipes, âSâtoo much.â
And Sanemi has to agree. Itâs far too much, but also not enough at the same time. His cock throbs at the feeling of your drenched walls soaking him, fluttering in the aftershocks of your release as heâs certain heâs on the cusp of his own end. Slipping his arm from between your bodies in ease in favour of wrapping both arms around you, pinning you against his chest as he bends both his legs at the knee. Planting his feet on the hardwood floor for stability as he holds you against him.
He catches you by surprise as he begins to thrust up into you. His movements are chaotic and messy, with a deep-set sense of urgency as he chases his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with the syrupy wetness of your cunt that has your cheeks burning fiery red as you pant and whine against his neck. Mouthing at the thin layer of sweat that sticks to his skin, the salty taste of it mitigating on your tongue as you let him use you for his pleasure.
âFuck, Sanemi.â Your voice sings out against the column of his throat and his hips give one more rugged jolt as he buries himself inside you to the hilt and coats your inner walls with balmy spurts of cum. The sensation causes heat to plume inside you as you indulge in the sensation as he gives a few more careless thrusts like heâs unable to stop his hips from jerking as he gives you everything heâs got left to give.
Sanemiâs eyes are blown wide, staring up at the ceiling as you move with the rise and fall of his chest. His arms still wound so tightly around you that youâre unable to move, left to bask in the warm afterglow as you cling to him. One of your hands braced against his sternum, feeling for the cadence of his racing heart.
âAre you okay?â You murmur softly when he hasnât spoken for a while, and youâre met with a delicate kiss to your temple as he tightens his grip.
Youâre certain you lay there for hours after, his warmth engulfing you as he traces gentle patterns against the expanse of your back while your fingers cord through his messy hair. Nails grazing against his skin while you feel the pleasure rumble deep in his chest, eyes heavy as sleep threatens to consume you. You shift above him slightly and whine pathetically as you feel his soft cock finally slip from your sloppy hole, the wetness unable to maintain a grip on him as you shudder at the cold air in the room cooling your molten cunt. His thick, potent seed begins to drip from your cunt into thick puddles on his pelvis and onto the floor as his arms tighten possessively around you for the smallest hint of a moment. As though heâd tricked himself into thinking that you were actually his, before realising his foolish mistake.
âI should go.â His voice rumbles, firm and authoritative. A sound that has you moving off him, despite your bodyâs plea to stay like this just a while longer.
âI hope you enjoyed yourself, Shinazugawa-sama.â You respond, watching as he begins to redress himself. Tucking his cock, still glazed with your drying slick, back into his pants.
Youâd hoped he would correct you a final time. Telling you to call him by name as he buttoned the first few buttons of his shirt before tugging his haori back on, but the words donât come.
You wonder whether itâs because heâs unsure what to say, lingering by the door as though he wants to turn back to give you a proper goodbye. Reaching down to grab your kimono to pull it back over your shoulders.
âThank you.â He whispers before tugging at the door.
You were hoping it would feel a little less transactional, even though you were certain that this was all it was to him. A coldness now resides in the room that youâre certain youâd never felt before, an uncertain frost that bites away at the fierce burn of your heart. You have to remind yourself of the reason why youâre here, the reason why the Wind Hashira had chosen to lay with you.
The next morning you were surprised to find out just how much Sanemi had left behind that evening. Certain the payment was more than enough to settle your debts and free you from this existence, as you felt the fog of uncertainty that shrouded your time here begin to clear.
Youâd hoped that he wouldâve left some way to thank him, a forwarding address or at least a note to accompany the payment. But what you didnât expect was for the Wind Pillar to be waiting at the dark purple curtains for you as you came down the stairs.
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