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pairing shinazugawa sanemi x fem reader
word count 736
WARNINGS edging, overstim, unprotected sex, vag sex, creampie, dumbification.
MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.
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sanemi can always tell you're about to cum when your voice keens into high-pitched whines and whimpers, when your pussy squeezes his cock so tightly he can barely pull back, when your nails dig into the thick muscles in his back, scratching red lines that'll burn a reminder of this night into his skin for days to come. and, just as he can feel you fluttering around him, teetering on the edge of another orgasm, he'll pull out. there's nothing he cherishes more than the desperation that pours out of you — a raw, untamed craving for him, him, him; he relishes the dew drops spilling from your eyes, the gape in your mouth that lets out the prettiest, most wanton cries of "please, 'nemi, p-please, don't stop", the way your thighs tremble and your body moves without thinking, arching up to seek out his touch.
he taps the tip of his cock against your clit, twice, thrice, basking in the way you mewl, the way your greedy hole flutters around nothing so desperately. there's something about the way you beg, words slurring to string together nonsense, but he understands — it's music to his ears, the way you sob his name, pleading for him so shamelessly, "oh, please, 'nemi, want it so bad, need you— 'nemi, need you, please, please, please. ah, ah, sa— sanemi, fuck me, please."
"yeah, you want it? need my cock that fucking badly?" he's such a tease, even when you're already falling apart beneath him, sliding his cock through your arousal, along your dripping slit, but never further, never dipping into your pussy like you're yearning for. "come on, let me hear you, babe, fucking beg for it— beg for it and i'll fuck you real good. i'll pound this little pussy like you want, pretty girl."
you're perfect, he thinks, watching as you lose your inhibitions, as you careen into his body so needily, moaning and squealing and crying about how badly you want him, how desperately you need his cock to fill you up, blabbing mindlessly about how good he makes you feel, how only he can give you this insurmountable pleasure.
and how can he deny you any longer when you're baring yourself to him so beautifully? with a sly grin and a fully-satiated ego, he finally, finally, impales you once more. inch after glorious inch, dragging veins across the silky walls of your cunt as he buries himself to the hilt, grinding the tuft of hair at the base of his cock against your swollen clit, and that's all it takes for you to cum. for you to clench around his cock and for your eyes to roll back as you lose yourself to hot white flashes and a rush of dopamine.
one release bleeds into another as he fucks you through your orgasm. your legs quiver and tense with overstimulation, and sanemi focuses his attention on pounding against that sweet spot with scary precision, never missing his mark, pace unwaveringly brutal. you're so tight and hot around him, unabashedly wailing his name for all to hear, and he can't hold himself back from digging his blunt nails into your soft skin, shoving himself as deep as possible before he finally blows. thick ropes of cum spurt into you, warming your cervix, reducing you to a puddle of endorphins and euphoria. there are rings of cream clinging to his cock when he thrusts shallowly, drawing out your orgasms, letting you settle into a hazy calmness.
he stays buried in you, molding your insides to the shape of his cock as your pussy flutters in the aftershock of such an intense climax. there are tears streaming down the sides of your face that he kisses quietly, rolling the two of you over until you're firmly nestled into his warm body.
sanemi can always tell you're about to drift off when you press fleeting little pecks to the scars on his chest in between your soft pants. with one hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you flushed on top of him, the other rubs soothing lines up and down your back, gently lulling you to sleep. he's more tender now, murmurs of praise — of how pretty you looked for him, how good you were for him, how well you listened to him — filling the quiet air before he kisses the top of your head and joins you in your sleep.