sanemi shinazugawa x m, pillar reader........
cw;;; masturbation, fingering, saliva as lube - hint of breeding kink, reader refers to sanemi using feminine anatomy / nicknames ( ie;; girl, pussy,,,)
a new hashira? sanemi didn't know what to think at first, ultimately uncaring… but congratulating. until he actually got the chance to talk with you??? you.. what's your problem? like, who was this jackass? acting so nonchalant and high and mighty... he wouldn't be surprised if he heard about him and giyuu jerking each other off, acting so similar.
if he disliked you so much, why the hell were you in between his legs, callous scarred hand making gentle work of jerking you off on your bed after following you? deliberately, edging his hand along your length as his free hand lazily caresses your torsoㅡsitting comfortably sitting on a western style bed,,, catching you just before you undressed to sleep, slipping into the ‘luxurious’ room with ease,, "just.. show some fucking emotion..” He grits out, pulling away from caressing your stomach to drape his thick muscular arm over your abdomen and holding you firmly in his arms as he thumbs the slit of your cockhead;; only managing incoherent murmurs... he wished you were more vocal..
“M-mhm..” you hum meekly in agreement, shifting back into sanemi ass grazing over his groin, hard, mind you. The wind pillar hisses softly, strong arm tightening around you as his grip stutters around your cock - “maybe i should drag it out, huh? make you fucking beg to cum?” he laughs under his breath, cruelly.
you squirm to be let free after he inevitably drags out your orgasm. dick leaking, no matter, as you pull free from his arms, turning over just to sit beside the wind pillar after haphazardly tucking your dick back in the comfort of your pants, keeping them unbuttoned. “... let me,” you murmur, face darkened with heat, yet null as you pressed against him; hand placed gently on his thigh - dipping inward.
he nods once, swallowing and watching with a hawk-like gaze as you lather your double digits with your tongue.. dipping your hand beneath his pants and grazing his dick - he squirms briefly, before your saliva-slickened fingers circling the rim of his hole, ever so gently pressing inward, but not yet entering, ignoring his weeping slung-over dick that was beginning to make a mess of thr groin of his pants,,,
“... you're telling me you don't finger your pussy at the thought of me doing it to you?” you mutter, breaking the silence as you press inward, experimentally. perhaps if he was in a different position..
“y-you're fucking disgusting.” sanemi curses at the way he stutters, at the way his voice promptly breaks at your usage of such terminology. “don't call it that. i'm not a fucking chick, you bastard.” he exhales shakily, hand reaching down to adjust his erection and also relieve the ache that had begun building up at your act;; upset, as you saw it, when he was really… fucking liking it. he fears he acted too aggressively, too quickly.
you stood him up, he gives in without fight - shivering in your strong, firm grip. vocal? yes, you'll give him vocal. hand grazing over his bulge, as you face him against the wall; pressing into him from behind. he relents, liking you much more than he anticipated - praising himself for letting himself be handled in such a weakling-like manner. wordlessly tugging his pants down to his ankles, humming gently in his ear as your hands roam over his body. feeling him shiver underneath your touch as you spread his legs with your knee,,,
“hmm..” your hand experimentally dips underneath, keeping him upright, slickened-fingers circling the rim of his hole before pushing inward his knees buckle, and he clenches around you, yelping softly. he says your name warningly..
“huaah, sanemi, what's wrong..?” you coo, trying your best to sound gentle and doting. your free hand ghosting over his hip, admiring his scarred flesh, fingertips caressing the texture as you slowly pump in and out, “you were just letting me graze the rim, what's a little fingering..?” ㅡ relentless, sanemi squirms and mutters curses - embarrassed that he'd be compromised in such a position;; unwilling to receive, rather giving..
“don't you wanna feel me inside you, rather than in your hand??” you pull your digits from his constricted hole, huffing as you pull your erected cock out, leaking, and very much prepared - before licking a stripe along your hand and firmly pressing your palm along his hole - rubbing leisurely and briefly slipping your fingers in; pumping... it was definitely worn - easy to get past the ring of muscle, but with the tip of your dick..? uah.. hrn. “it's all right.. you wouldn't be so still if you didn't like this..” you assure cruelly, hands on his hips before pushing him against the wall and spreading his assㅡhe says your name warningly -
you pinch his hip - before placing it flat and firm, dull fingernails digging into his his flesh and trying to keep him as still as you can as you edge your hips back - just slightly, before slamming forward into sanemi's ass;; the wind pillar yelping, pitifully as he presses against the wall for leverage, whining at the sting of his abruptly stretched gummy walls,, burning,, tears stinging the corners of his plum colored eyes as he writhes, gasping like a fish out of water - “h-holy fuu-uck-!! ple-ease!” sanemi had no idea what he was begging for. please pull out? please start fucking into him even with the searing, stinging pain of being pierced with your cock after lazily being fingerfucked??
“it's okay,, it's okay, sanemi,,” you console sweetly, jaw clenching as you take in the feeling of his tight, tensing walls around your cock as you lean over his shoulder, burying your nose in the crook of his neck whilst feeling for his scarred chest with his free hand. pinching… groping. “relax.. you're a strong guy,,, you can take me..” you mutter slowly, almost as breathless as sanemi - “you're so strong.. so good.. feel-s so good...” you snort under your breath in pure amusement, nuzzling into his neck - hand finding the base of his weeping cock and stroking along gently as if to ease him - using your brute strength to keep him upright, pressed into the wall,,,
he felt you in his guts, practically,, he didn't want to feel if there was a bulge,, like the few happenings of having sex with women, dick so big it bulged from their wombs ever so often… he couldn't help but press back into you, feeling light headed,,, the soft praise of, there's my girl,, he - he does prefer if you were much vocal, yes.. he's not taking anything back, nor regretful,, “,, fill me up,,”
h/cs sorta;;
constantly looking for old shit to bring up just to fuck LMFAO - if he were to start something being all pissy, it was a clear indication that he was pent-up and is needing to release that energy,, sparking up an argument because he loves getting in ur face and having a huge fight just because he loves being manhandled by the dude he thought was a scrawny pussy,, ultimately eating his insults right back up as you shove his head into the sheets while having little care of how it feels for him while you fuck him into the bed, ( every so often calling him a pussy, affectionately. while also referring to his hole as a pussy. ), but in reality making sure that he was stretched so it wouldn't hurt as bad,, you know how he likes it rough, in a sense.. a sadomasochist, tsk tsk, sanemi.. even slobbering all over his dick, overstimulating him until his thighs were clenching around your head ,,, keeping his hands tied up so they couldnt tug at ur hair,,,
aughh goddd he just needs to be fucked into the ground bro,, lovingly,, nipping at the crevice where his neck and shoulder meet and marking him with an imprint of your teeth,, making him flaunt it around - training with others, or just before a hashira meeting just so you make sure the others see sanemi's nicked up chest - acting all nonchalant as if he wasn't begging you to stay inside him and hold him after releasing ur load inside his guts.. ugaahhgh
thinking thoughts>>> is not serious fic, tis short and choppy. Tsk. forgive me.
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