The other hashiras have been noticing that sanemi has been less agressive the past few days and they start to wonder not knowing that sanemi gets his stress fucked out of him whenever he's home by his hubby that was married assigned to him by kagaya 🙀😽
Can be a Req if you feel up to it!!
first time seeing bottom sanemi truthers out here
De-stress
omg this was so yummy thank youuu
Warning: NSFW, spanking ig?, rough-ish sex,
"Haven't you noticed?" Mitsuri whispers in Obanai's ear, they were eating lunch together, watching from afar as Sanemi was training.
"What do you mean?" Obanai asks, raising one of his eyebrows, Kaburamaru sitting lazily on his shoulder.
"Sanemi, of course! He's been so... normal," she says, sounding completely confused even at her own words.
Truthfully, Sanemi has been a lot more normal lately, or at least a lot nicer. He didn't yell or scream so much, unless somebody actually deserved it, which was pretty rare.
All the Hashira have noticed, it was extremely obvious since Sanemi was just so... polite.
Nobody knew why, except for Sanemi and his husband, of course.
Any time Sanemi was home, he enjoyed his time with his husband, he adored him so much... at first he didn't, considering Kagaya had practically forced them to get married, 'it would be good for you' is what Kagaya said to Sanemi, Sanemi disagreed at first but eventually gave in and accepted.
He quickly fell deeply in love with you, much to his, and your, surprise.
Now, he had just returned from a long mission, he had been gone for about two weeks until he was finally able to return home.
The second he walked inside, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw that his husband was already home from his own job.
"(Name)..." Sanemi muttered as he dropped his blade and kicked his shoes off before practically collapsing into your chest.
"Hello to you too," you said with a small chuckle, almost immediately wrapping your arms around Sanemi, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Miss me?" you joked.
"Missed your dick, yeah..."
You let out a surprised laugh at Sanemi's vulgar words, not at all expecting them. "Wow, you really did miss me, huh?"
"Mhm," was all Sanemi mumbled, snuggling impossibly close to your chest, as if he were trying to melt into you.
"Okay, okay, come on," you said, holding Sanemi tightly as you walked him backwards to the couch. Sanemi fell back onto the couch and looked up at you.
For the rest of the night you two simply snuggled on the couch together, doing nothing more than relaxing and spending time together. It was completely peaceful until the next day when you woke up to Sanemi angrily yelling in the kitchen.
"What the hell going on right now?" you asked as you stepped into the kitchen, looking Sanemi up and down as he angrily shouted about something as he searched through the kitchen cabinets.
"What?" he snapped, spinning around to face you. "Oh, only the fact that I have another fucking Hashira meeting and I can't find my fucking sword!" he shouted, his own hands gripping his hair and tugging it in frustration.
You sighed and walked up to your husband before grabbing his waist and spinning him around, then bending him over the kitchen countertop.
"Wha- get the fuck off of me!" Sanemi shouted angrily, squirming in your grip in a weak attempt to break free. "Not a chance," you began, holding onto the back of his head with one hand, keeping him squashed against the kitchen countertop.
"You need to calm down, and don't you worry, I know exactly how to help you relax."
It wasn't much later when Sanemi was still bent over the kitchen counter, now naked with you pinning his hands behind his back as you fucked in and out of him, his moans and cries filling the room.
"Mm- ufgh... t-too- too m-much...!" he called out, his voice broken and needy as tears of ecstasy spilled down his cheeks, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
You huffed and tightened your grip on his wrists which were held down by your right hand, your other hand on Sanemi's shoulder, keeping him in place.
'U-Umph..! P-Please!!" he cried, his body being pushed back and forth against the countertop with each of your thrusts, the edge of the countertop pushed against his stomach uncomfortably, but he barely noticed it, his complete attention was on the rough, unforgiving thrusts as you pounded into his tight hole.
You let out a breathless laugh, your thrusts getting slightly sloppy as you got closer and closer to your climax. "Haah- you love it rough, dirty boy," you groaned and removed your hand from Sanemi's shoulder to spank his ass, watching the flesh jiggle.
"Ngh-!" he whined and his thighs trembled at the spank, it hurt, but he loved it, it was so hot to him whenever your hand came down on his ass.
"Mph- m' g-gonna come-" he whined, his fists clenching and unclenching with each thrust. "Yeah? Gonna come for me, baby doll?" you asked, earning a quick nod from Sanemi.
"P-Please... lemme... tell- tell me-" he began, getting cut off with a loud moan as you gave a particularly hard thrust, he couldn't even finish his sentences anymore.
You knew exactly what he wanted, or needed rather. "Come for me, baby," you ordered, giving him permission to come, to which he eagerly did, cum spurting from his cock and onto the kitchen counters. You followed not long after, finishing in his tight little hole, filling him up just how he liked.
yo uh quick question I remember sending an ask like a few months ago maybe? I also asked to be an anon I think but I forgot what emoji I requested ahah
Just came to ask if Tumblr ate it or something- no pressure at all btw take your time with my req, (it was a Mr beast one btw), take your time and take breaks!!
- a possible anon
Was it the 🕳️ anon? I'm sorry that I've been so inactive I got locked out of my account :((
imagine you're laying in bed on your stomach, your hands crossed above your head as invisible cuffs, he's pressing his chest against your back as he orders you to keep your hands still as he thrusts in and out of you at a borderline inhumane pace, his hands on the back of your knees, keeping them apart so he has easier access. You clench around him and cry out, it's taking everything in you not to move your wrists and reach out for him, but you begrudgingly stay still as he claims you.
imagine you're laying in bed on your stomach, your hands crossed above your head as invisible cuffs, he's pressing his chest against your back as he orders you to keep your hands still as he thrusts in and out of you at a borderline inhumane pace, his hands on the back of your knees, keeping them apart so he has easier access. You clench around him and cry out, it's taking everything in you not to move your wrists and reach out for him, but you begrudgingly stay still as he claims you.
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