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It all started at a halloween party.
Giyuu didn’t even know why she agreed to come here, maybe it was Kocho threatening to blackmail the absolutely dreadful photo of her that she took of her absolutely stoned,eyes rolled back and drooling onto a pillow in a bed that she didn’t even recognize,another reason she doesn’t drink.
She’s been sitting on the stairs of this shitty party for who knows how long, sipping on blue jungle juice out of a red plastic cup while she looks over to who her ride back home is supposed to be, seeing the purple haired woman who seems to be drunk out of her mind, chatting with who other can Kanroji, who seems equally as drunk.
In simple terms, Giyuu is fucked. She has no ride home, in the middle of nowhere, and has no idea who any of the people in this party are, well, not all. Either way, she’s sure that the only other sober woman she’s seen doesn’t take much of a liking to her.
She sighs, tilting her head up and gulping down the rest of the alcohol-juice concoction and heading to the drink stand to get another. She stands up from the stairs way too fast, her vision spinning around like a frisbee disk. She grabs onto the railing before she topples over, steadying herself and running her hands down her dress to smooth out any impurities. She runs her hand through her hand and makes the mistake of looking down at the floor when she walks, because she suddenly feels herself bump into something stiff, and wetness seeping into her dress.
She hears an angry groan and looks up, seeing who other than Shinazugawa. She opens her mouth to say sorry, but she's rudely interrupted by the woman’s rude bicker, “Damn, it’s always you, Tomioka!” Which she can’t deny ticks her off a bit since she’s the one who’s costume is messed up, while Shinazugawa’s shitty pirate costume is doing just fine. And now, her white costume is covered in whatever red drink was in that cup.
Tomaioka sucks her teeth and exhales, the breath coming out shaky with frustration. “Sorry.” She blurts out, beginning to walk over to where she can clean herself up, but then,she feels a hand yanking her back.
“Fuck, just let me clean it up for you.”
”Thanks, but I’m fine. I’ll clean it myself.”
”I wasn’t asking.” The scarred woman says, and Giyuu finds herself being dragged back and up the stairs, down a hall, and before she can process she’s in a bathroom, alone with Shinazugawa. She watches as the woman grabs a hefty amount of toilet paper, crouching down and aggressively wiping down her dress as she angrily mutters complaints to herself.
“Too damn clumsy for your own good, fuckin annoying.”
”I’m sorry.”
”Stop apologizing.”
”Sorry.”
Giyuu sucks in a hard breath as she hears the woman let out another annoying groan beneath her. “Shinazugawa, really, it’s okay, I can-”
”Shut. Up.”
Giyuu catches herself before she can apologize again, deciding to just keep quiet until she’s done being cleaned up, for why? She doesn’t even know. Shinazugawa didn’t even like her, so why was she being so nice? She spends the next few minutes staring out the bathroom mirror, when her zoning out sesh is done when she hears a voice again.
“It’s not fully gone, but it’s not noticeable unless you stare.” Shinazugawa says, which makes Giyuu look down, and instead of looking at her dress, her eyes meet with the deep violet ones staring back up at her. She feels her heart skip a beat as she remains in deep eye contact with the one below her. She couldn't deny that Shinazugawa was a gorgeous woman. Her short white fluffy hair, the ragged scars that spread across her body, those luscious eyelashes that bat so prettily when she looks up at her, and don’t even get started on those muscles—good lord.
“You’re staring.” The crouching woman says.
”So are you.” Giyuu replies back, earning a smirk and scoff out of the scarred woman.
“Who’s your ride?” The scarred one asks.
“It was supposed to be Kocho, but she’s drunk out of her mind currently.”
“..I could drop you off at your place, I’m leaving soon anyways. Don’t wanna stay at this shitty party anymore to be honest.”
”Really?”
”Don’t make me spell it out for you.”
Giyuu surprisingly lets out a soft chuckle, her lips curling up into a soft smile that makes Shinazugawa think of things that she very much shouldn’t be.
“Don’t fucking do that.”
”Do what?”
“The shit you just did.”
”..Smile?”
”Mm. It’s creepy.”
”What, is my smile ugly or something?” Giyuu says, her voice fading with a hint of insecurity, and a facial expression that Sanemi can describe looks no other than a little puppy.
“No—fuck, no, that’s not what I meant.” She stands up so she’s eye level with Giyuu. “Your smile is pretty, yeah—pretty.” And with those magical words, she sees Giyuu’s expression change in a blink of an eye, looking as if Sanemi has bought her the world or something. Something about those deep blue eyes staring at her, a pouring stream of water. She wanted to drink it all up.
“Pretty.”
“What?”
”Your eyes.”
A baby pink spreads over Giyuu’s cheeks, her eyes fluttering softly. “Thank you.” And with that, she finds her eyes trailing lower, flickering down to the scarred woman’s lips before looking back up to those eyes she loves so much. She gulps nervously. Why is she thinking about grabbing the other woman’s face and smashing their lips together? Apparently, Shinazugawa was thinking about the same thing, (in a much sweeter way) because Giyuu feels Shinazugawa’s hand reach her cheek, softly caressing and her thumb running over her soft skin.
Shinazugawa slowly leans in, their noses almost touching when she asks, “May I?”
“Yes please.” Giyuu softly says, her eyes softly closing as she leans in. And when their lips press together, she knows she’s a goner. So soft, so plump, so good. Shinazugawa’s a sweet little treat, and Giyuu’s starving. She’s been craving this, caving her for she doesn’t even know how long, but now’s the time, and she’s not going to let it go to waste. And suddenly, the loud music, too many voices, and overstimulating environment is gone, and all she can focus on is Shinazugawa and her pretty lips.
She lets their tongues swirl together, tasting the strong alcohol on the woman’s tongue. She doesn’t seem to mind though, because she’s pulling Shinazugawa closer until their bodies are pressed together, walking backwards until her back hits the bathroom door. Her hands tangle into the white fluffy locks, drool dripping down their chins as they practically eat each other's faces, moaning and groaning into the kiss. Giyuu pulls back to gasp for air, looking into the eyes of the other. Goodness, why does this woman have to be so damn beautiful? Before Giyuu can fully catch her breath, Shinazugawa's suddenly aiming for the crook of her neck, sucking hard enough to earn a soft whimper out of her. She wanted to fuck all the sounds out of her mouth tonight.
“Shina—ah-” Giyuu must be sensitive there, because the sounds coming out of her are absolutely sinful, and they get even better when Sanemi softly bites down, then quickly uses her tongue to sooth over the mark.
“Mmh- I like that.” Giyuu moans out.
“It’ll feel better when I go lower.”
”Right now?”
“Not in this bathroom, how about we go to my car? More privacy.”
”You think the car with open windows is going to give us more privacy than a locked bathroom?”
“Take some chances once in a while, now come on.” Shinazugawa says before standing up straight and smoothing out her shirt, intertwining her hands with Giyuu as she opens the door and walks down the stairs, pushing through the big crowd, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone as they rush out of the front door, outdoor into the not to cool air now that they’ve got their liquid coats on. Giyuu follows Sanemi’s lead as she walks a good couple of minutes away from the house, walking past the load of cars until she sees Sanemi take her keys out of her pocket, clicking the unlock button and she sees the lights flash on a vehicle down the street. As they finally get to Shinazugawa’s Mercedes, she originally goes to open the passenger seat, but pauses when an arm stops her.
“Nope, in the back.”
“Why?”
”I’ll have more room to fuck you.”
Giyuu’s face turns more red than it already is as she climbs into the backseat, mouthing a soft thank you to Shinazugawa who climbs in after her, closing the door and locking the car behind them. She doesn’t exactly know how she’s going to tell Shinazugawa that she’s untouched, that she’s never had anyone touch her but her own self, she’ll… she’ll figure it out.
Giyuu’s laid across the seat in the back, and she feels Shinazugawa’s body pressing on top of hers, and soon enough, they’re back to eating each other's faces. Giyuu whimpers as Sanemi sucks on her tongue, biting softly before peppering soft kisses down her neck, onto her collarbone and moving lower, lower, and lower.
“Wait, Shinazugawa.” She says, the scarred woman pausing at the crook of her neck.
“I’ve never.. I’ve never done this.”
“You serious? Still a virgin, huh?”
“Is that a bad thing..?”
“No. I’ll make sure to give you an orgasm you’ll never forget.” She growls, her breath hot against the hickies plastered against Giyuu’s neck.”
Giyuu blushes softly as she sees Shinazugawa’s hands lowering towards the top of her dress.
“May I? The scarred woman asked, her hand resting on the top of Giyuu’s dress. Giyuu lets out a hum and slight nod of approval, watching as the top of her dress is getting pulled down, and she’s left in her black lacey bra. “Pretty.” Sanemi mutters as she reaches behind Giyuu’s back, gently unhooking the bra and watching as Giyuu’s soft mounds reveal.
Giyuu can feel her face burning a deep crimson as Shinazugawa examines her breasts, slightly pushing her chest up as if telling her that she’s been telling her that she’s been staring for a bit too long. “You’re so beautiful, Tomioka.” Sanemi coos as she leans in to lick Giyuu’s tiny pink nipple, swirling her tongue around the nub before biting down gently, the blue-eyed woman moaning softly, her chest bucking up into the scarred one's mouth.
Shinazugawa takes her other nipple, rubbing it between her fingers, in return hearing more of those pretty whines out of the lady below her. Her hand inches lower, pulling Giyuu’s dress up till it reaches her lower stomach. She pulls Giyuu’ lace panties to the side, moving her finger to her clit which seems to be a lot more wet than she imagined. She circles her fingers around Giyuu’s sensitive nub, watching as she throws her head back, eyes fluttering closed as she bucks her hips up into Shinazugawa’s touch.
“Sensitive, aren’t we?” Sanemi teases, pressing down harder onto her clit.
“Mmh, yes.. sensitive..” Giyuu gasps out, her mouth opening in an O as she feels Shinazugawa’s finger slip lower, slipping inside her wet cunt, her walls instantly tightening around the woman’s single digit as she slides her finger in and out of her throbbing pussy.
“Ah, S-shina-”
”Sanemi. Call me Sanemi when I’m inside you.”
”Mmh.. Sanemi.. can you add another finger?”
Sanemi smirks against the woman’s neck. “You’re so tight, I don’t think I can fit anything else inside of you right now. Relax for me and we’ll get there, okay?”
”Mm.. okay.” Giyuu moans out as her insides pulse around her fingers. Sanemi figures that Giyuu’s a lot wetter than she thought, so she slips in her ring finger alongside with her middle, two fingers now sliding inside Giyuu’s cunt, making sloppy squelching sounds mixed with the beautiful moans falling out of Giyuu’s mouth.
“F-fuck that’s—so good-“ Giyuu gasps, her voice cracking as she wiggles her hips into Sanemi’s touch. Sanemi curls her fingers inside Giyuu, searching for that sweet spot—and she knows she’s found it when she hears that deep, guttural moan escape Giyuu’s lips, those pretty ocean eyes rolling back into her skull and she feels Sanemi’s two digits massaging into that spot that makes feel feel so damn good.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Sanemi asks slowly, and Giyuu nods beneath her.
“Did it feel like this?” She then asks.
“No, not at all, this is—ah—so much better.” Giyuu whines, Sanemi nodding, feeling satisfied with that answer. And then suddenly, Sanemi’s fingers are speeding up, her palm hitting Giyuu’s clit with every thrust, Giyuu’s juices are spilling out as Sanemi’s got two—now three fingers inside of her, and Giyuu’s feeling this warm sensation pooling up in her stomach, she feels as if she can’t breath, can’t take it, and Giyuu is fucked.
Her vision blanks out as she feels this overwhelming sensation take over her, her walls tightening around Sanemi’s fingers as she goes through a mind-breaking orgasm, her lips parting in a silent scream, back arching off the car seats and she lets out an embarrassingly high pitched whine, a sound she didn’t even know herself she could produce, and she’s reduced to a whimpering, trembling mess.
She lets out a cry when the intensity growing deep in her stomach shatters her completely, sending sparks throughout her limbs, buzzing from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. She gushes, collapses, all over Sanemi’s hand, her cunt drooling a magnificent puddle all over her hand.
Giyuu’s eyes roll up, her legs uncontrollably shaking, spreading wider without even realizing, her insides greedily clenching around Sanemi’s digits. Her lips slightly parted, small gasps of ear escaping as she let out choked sobs formed as Sanemi’s name, pathetically so.
She feels Sanemi’s fingers slow down into her, riding out that hell of an orgasm.
She takes a moment to catch her breath, before she looks down at the sight below her, and her eyes widen.
“You squirted.”
”I.. squirted?”
“Mhm.”
”I didn’t know that I could do that.” Giyuu genuinely didn’t. She didn’t think that her first would be at a halloween party, in a car, getting finger banged by Sanemi Shinazugawa out of all people.
“Well, now you know.” Sanemi says, fixing up Giyuu’s dress so she’s somewhat covered.
“Wait, I want more.”
Sanemi snickers. “Greedy girl. I’ll give you more when we get to my apartment, alright? Now get in the front.”
Giyuu’s lips purse up, but she doesn’t hesitate to awkwardly climb up into the front seat, her dress slipping up and most surely flashing almost everything in the process. Once she’s settled in the passenger seat, Sanemi herself gets out of the car and goes into the driver's seat the proper way. “Buckle up.” She says before starting the car, and making her way out of the streets, onto the parkway.
As Sanemi’s driving, the atmosphere is peacefully quiet, but in the corner of her eye she can see the way that Giyuu’s cheeks are slightly flushed, her thighs squeezed and rubbing together—trying to get a little friction to be able to please herself. She smirks to herself, knowing she’ll be able to please Giyuu just right when she has the proper items to do so.
“How far away is your apartment?” Giyuu asks, her house low and sweet as sugar.
“About five minutes, I’ll make you feel good again, hun.”
A rosy pink spreads across Giyuu’s cheeks. She’s already came so much, and she can’t wait to see how many more times she’s going to.
Eventually, they pull up to the apartment, and she gets out of the car, almost toppling over. Fuck, her legs feel like jelly already. Luckily, Sanemi’s right there to steady her, a hand resting on her lower back to lead her into the complex. They reach the elevator, the time ticking by before the door opens and they begin to walk. When they reach door 1129, Sanemi pulls out her keys and opens the door.
As soon as they walk in and open the door, Giyuu is immediately scooped up into Sanemi’s arms, set on the bed, and her clothes are being stripped off of her. In a blink, she’s naked as the day she was born, and the scarred woman is staring at her like she wants to absolutely ravish her. Giyuu closes her legs, squeezing them together to hide herself somehow, and then she asks,
“Can you take your clothes off too?”
Sanemi smiles softly. “Of course.” She replies as she begins to take off her clothes slowly, teasingly looking down at Giyuu, almost laughing from how desperate she looks. Giyuu damn near starts drooling when she sees Sanemi’s bare body in all its glory, all pretty and all for her. She squeezes her legs together as she takes in Sanemi’s delicious abs—she wants to lick an suck on them. Her toned thighs—she wants to be stuck in between her legs, struggling to breathe as she gets crushed by them. Those arms—holy shit. She wants them around her neck, blocking off her pathway of air—maybe she even wants to faint in Sanemi’s arm, to feel her mind blanking out, the last thing she remembers is the amount of pleasure that she’s got from her.
“Pretty.” She says, her voice filled with greed and longing. She extends out her hand, running over the X shaped scar that runs over the woman’s chest. She looks at them in admiration, pulling Sanemi closer all the way until their breasts are pressed against each other. “Pretty scars.” She says, spreading her legs and letting her and Sanemi’s core kiss, pulling the scarred woman’s leg so one is over hers, the other under. “Awe, thank you sweetheart.” Sanemi coos, letting Giyuu guide her legs to intertwine with hers as she presses her lips against the blue eyed woman, pushing her tongue into her mouth.
Giyuu starts grinding her wetness against Sanemi’s, the room filling with the sounds of their slick rubbing against each other. Sanemi lets out soft moans as their clits line up perfectly, letting out a mewl as Giyuu leans down to suck on her neck, Giyuu’s hand greedily move down to Sanemi’s hips, then her ass, her hands digging into the soft meaty flesh, guiding Sanemi’s up and down to slide against her cunt.
“Fuck, you feel so good against me.” Sanemi whines, moving her hips faster as she chases the feeling building up in her gut. Sanemi lets out the prettiest moans and whimpers that Giyuu can only describe as breathtaking. She feels Sanemi’s legs tremble, and her own cunt getting soaked in the fluids of the other woman.
Sanemi’s moans become louder and more persistent, matching the rhythm of her clit grinding against Giyuu’s.
Giyuu tilts her head up, watching as the absolutely ethereal woman falls apart in her arms. So beautiful, the scarred woman’s eyes flutter closed, her mouth agape, hands gripping all up on Giyuu, her white locks fanning her face luminously, hiding her face in the crook of her neck as she rides out her orgasm slowly, her hips slowly slowing down.
Giyuu is speechless. It felt good to fall apart in the arms of Sanemi, but the other way around? Fucking extravagant. “So beautiful.” Seems to be the only other thing she can mutter out, gently caressing Sanemi’s back, pressing a soft kiss to the woman’s shoulder. Sanemi lets out a few heavy pants before sitting up and untwining their legs. She looks down at the woman below her, wondering what possessed her to hook up with Giyuu Tomioka out of all people. Will it be something that will haunt her for the rest of her life? Absolutely. Will she want to do it a thousand times more? Absolutely the fuck yes.
Giyuu traces a couple patterns on her own stomach before looking up at Sanemi with those beady, blue big eyes.
“Are we doing anything else tonight?” She asks softly.
”I’ll give you anything you want, darling. What would you like to do?”
“Uhm.. I don’t know.”
Sanemi scoffs softly. “I’ll give you some choices then. I could either eat that pretty pussy till you’re trembling, fuck you with my strap, or use my vibrator on you ‘till you drench these sheets completely.”
Giyuu actually takes a moment to think, considering her options carefully. “Uh.. I can’t decide. Can’t we just do it all?” She says hesitantly.
Sanemi raises an eyebrow. “Let’s see if you can take it all in one night. You’ve done a lot for your first time.”
Sanemi presses soft kisses down Giyuu’s collarbone, tits, and soft belly before she reaches her legs, spreading them wide, taking in the gorgeous sight of Giyuu’s pussy, all wet and coated in slick. She hears a soft whimper come from the woman above her, a sign she’s but staring for a bit too long. But how could she not? This was something that she didn’t know if she was ever going to get again, so she might as well make it good.
Sanemi doesn’t bother starting slow, heading right into sucking Giyuu’s clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue on Giyuu’s tiny nub. Giyuu’s hips immediately buck up into Sanemi's mouth, her thighs falling open as she throws her head back against the bed, eyes rolling back as she feels the absolute bliss of her cunt being straight up devoured. Sanemi’s fully into it, face showed into the woman’s sweet flesh as she licks up all of her juices.
Sanemi licks down Giyuu’s pussy, running her tongue along the hole before fully shoving her tongue in, slipping her tongue inside and sloppily moving it in and out. The sounds coming out of Giyuu’s mouth are outright sinful, endless whimpers and babbles of a string of moans. Sanemi would’ve never thought that Giyuu would be such a yapper during sex, usually barely talking, or not speaking at all. Sanemi pulls her tongue, making her whine a bit before she comes back up to her clit, fastly flicking her tongue as she slides two fingers inside of the blue eyed woman, curling them up to massage the spot that makes Giyuu absolutely lose it.
Sanemi feels her fingers soaking in Giyuu’s slick, the woman’s insides greedily clenching around her fingers, letting out dirty squelching noises every time she curls her fingers up against Giyuu’s sweet spot. She could tell the blue eyed woman was close by the way her hips were bucking up into her touch, her sweet sultry voice turning whiny and high pitched, absolute music to Sanemi’s ears.
Sanemi sucks hard on the woman’s clit, making Giyuu let out an adorable squeal, her hands immediately rushing down to tangle into Sanemi’s fluffy white locks, pushing her more into her cunt but also yanking a bit too hard to make Sanemi groan, but not daring to stop one second of pleasuring her.
Giyuu was so, so close to combusting all on Sanemi’s face, so close to damn near suffocating the woman. Her legs start trembling around Sanemi’s shoulders, her eyes rolling back and mouth opening in a silent scream as she can’t do anything but let out whimpers and barely coherent whimpers. She was really just saying shit, she had no idea what was coming out of her own mouth. She didn’t care though, all she cared about was coming, and she was going to come hard.
Sanemi continues playing with Giyuu’s pussy, not slowing down one bit even though her arms are practically burning with exhaustion. Maybe she liked the sting, knowing that it was all paying off since she gets to hear the beautiful mumbles coming from Giyuu’s slutty mouth.
“Ah, fuck- Sanemi- Sanemi-!”
“So good..- fu-fuck, I’m so close…”
“P-Please, ruin me Sanemi!”
“Shit-! I’m- c-coming-!”
And then Sanemi feels it, her face being completely drenched in fluids. It takes her a bit to realize that she’s being squirted on. She lets out a groan, slurping up every last drop of Giyuu’s sweet nectar, sucking on her clit until the woman above is a sobbing, squirming mess.
“Sanemi, oh god…”
Sanemi slowly lifts her head, pulling her fingers out of Giyuu’s throbbing cunt and bringing them to her mouth, slurping up the sweet fluids on her fingers before pressing one last kiss onto the woman’s throbbing clit. She crawls up her body, pressing soft pecks to the soft flesh on her tummy, swirling her tongue around the hardened peaks of her plump breasts, biting down on her neck, before finally meeting Giyuu’s pretty face. The way Giyuu looked up at her, her pink lips swollen and wet with drool, cheeks flushed and wet with tears, and those gorgeous blue eyes trusting, looking at Sanemi as if she was her whole world.
Sanemi presses her lips against Giyuu’s. It was slower this time, and she made sure of it. She felt Giyuu’s hand tangling through her locks, pulling her closer and sliding her tongue inside of her mouth, tasting the mix of her juices and whatever Sanemi had to drink that night. It's sloppy and filthy, drool dripping down and teeth crashing together, moaning and whining into the other woman's mouth.
When Sanemi pulls away, she’s panting and staring down at the blue eyed woman like a wolf in heat. She kisses down her neck to the side of her ear sucking softly on the pale skin. Giyuu was letting out beautiful noises, soft mewls and gasps and she wrapped her arms around Sanemi’s neck.
“Want you.. inside.. your cock,” She whines into Sanemi’s ear, sounding so damn needy and pleading she damn near makes Sanemi’s knees buckle.
“You want my strap, pretty? Want me to fuck you till you’re crying?” Sanemi whispers into her ear, smirking mischievously.
“Please… Want you so bad.”
Sanemi doesn't need to be asked twice. She smacks one more kiss to Giyuu’s lips before crawling off of her, reaching into the drawer to grab her strap harness, and a medium sized dildo, a realistic cock slightly curved perfectly, a couple veins sliding up the shaft. She grabs lube, popping open the top before squirting a hefty amount onto the dildo, smearing the rest of Giyuu’s cunt. Giyuu props up on her elbows, her face slightly consorted in fear. Sanemi notices and her face immediately softens.
“It’s big for you, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll go gentle on you, pretty girl. If it hurts and you wanna stop, tell me and I'll stop immediately, yeah? .” Sanemi assures, gently spreading Giyuu's legs, lifting them both onto her shoulders and lining up the toy at her glossy hole. Giyuu looks up at Sanemi and gently nods, giving consent. Sanemi lets out an approved hum and slowly slides in, whispering sweet praises in Giyuu’s ear all the way until she’s fully settled inside. Giyuu lets out a soft gasp. It feels so full, so overwhelming, but so damn good. She squirms her hips, trying to find a comfortable position. She looks so gorgeous under Sanemi, and it’s taking everything in her power not to just ravish her hole already. “You can move now.” Giyuu says softly.
Sanemi slowly begins rocking her hips, moving the toy in and out of Giyuu’s pretty pussy, listening to the lewd squealing sounds of the woman’s juices coating the toy's surface. She looks down at Giyuu, who seems to be enjoying herself, eyes fluttering close and lips parted, letting out soft whimpers and moans. She moves forward, pressing Giyuu’s thighs back against her chest. Giyuu lets out a sharp inhale, then a pure guttural moan, her pretty blue eyes rolling back into her head. Such a quiet, modest, woman reduced to a slutty trembling mess under Sanemi’s cock.
“That’s the spot, hm? I can tell.”
Giyuu can only let out a pathetic whimper, hands reaching up to grasp at Sanemi’s shoulders, babbling out mixed words that sound somewhat like “Yesyes, please more, fuuhckk..’ She was such a beautiful mess, and she was all Sanemi’s. All hers to destroy. Sanemi was her first, a fuck she’ll remember for the rest of their life. Too good to forget.
Sanemi looks down at Giyuu, slightly increasing her pace, ramming into the blue eyed woman’s g-spot at a punishing pace. She wanted Giyuu to know that she still hated her ass. Loved the pussy though. She gently smacks Giyuu’s cheek. “Hey, you still there? Look at me.” Slowly but surely, Giyuu’s eyes focus back onto Sanemi. Sanemi’s face is it’s usual, stern and rough, but there’s also a hint of softness staring down at her. “S-Sanemi..” she gasps out. “Sanemi, please…”
“Pleaase what, Giyuu? Use your words.”
”Choke me… please.”
Huh. So this virgin was a freak.
“Naughtly girl. Say ‘red’ when you want to stop.”
And with that, Sanemi’s sliding her hand up Giyuu’s neck, squeezing tightly, smirking down at Giyuu with that sadistic look in her eye. Sanemi watches as Giyuu’s eyes lose focus, her face paling as she squirms and wiggles in her hold. Obviously it’s having an effect down there, because Sanemi can tell quite clearly how much louder the squealing of Giyuu’s cunt has gotten.
“Such a fucking whore. You like being treated like this, huh? Like a useless little fuck hole.”
Smack.
The slap across Giyuu’s cheek is hard and hurts like a bitch, leaving an angry red spot across her cheek. She would be a damn liar if she said that she didn’t like it. “M-more..” She gasps out.
So again Sanemi does it.
Smack.
And again.
And again, and again until Giyuu’s a sobbing mess, cheeks red, drooling, and tears dripping down her cheeks. Sanemi releases her hand, watching as Giyuu gasps for air and coughs violently, gripping onto her shoulders. Sanemi slows her thrusts, gently rocking her hips up.
”You good?”
”Yes—no, I’m fine, please, don’t stop.”
God, this woman was going to haunt her.
She increases her thrusts, pounding into Giyuu’s cunt. Giyuu’s moans get louder and messier, her back arching off of the sheets and toes curling, hands clawing so hard enough at Sanemi’s back to leave a nasty mark, and soon enough, she’s feeling a deep feeling pooling in her lower stomach.
“Sanemi, I’m, I’m gonna.. oh- shit, ohmygosh-“
“Are you gonna come for me again, Giyuu? Come on, don’t hold back. Cmon, look at me. Wanna see that pretty face when you come.”
Giyuu looks up at Sanemi, her eyes watering, breathing increasing and hips bucking up like crazy. And soon, the dam overflows. Her eyes roll back, mouth opening into a silent scream, fluids gushing out of her cunt with every thrust of Sanemi’s cock. And when Giyuu came, she came a lot.
“Theere we go, atta girl. Let it all out for me.”
It was all too much. Sanemi’s praises, the feeling of her eyes on her, her walls twitching and pulsing with overstimulation, Giyuu had never come so hard in her life.
Sanemi rides out Giyuu’s orgasm until she's begging, until finally pulling out with a wet slurp. She gently unhooks Giyuu’s legs from her shoulders, gently setting them down onto the bed. She looks down onto the sheets, finding them absolutely soaked.
She smirks cockily. “Look at the mess you made.”
Giyuu weakly lifts her head, looking down at the soiled sheets before whining and collapsing back onto the sheets. Cute. Sanemi takes off the strap and sets it aside, looking down at the woman below her. She was pretty much unable to do anything at all, which obviously leaves her in charge. She leans down, scooping up Giyuu. The woman immediately clings to her, wrapping her limbs around her like a sleepy koala. Sanemi walks to the bathroom, turning on the shower, and hopping in. Giyuu is practically half asleep, leaning onto Sanemi like her life depends on it.
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Eventually, Sanemi ends up cleaning up the woman, changing the sheets, and getting her into bed. It feels wrong to cuddle with someone who she doesn’t like that much, but she doesn’t really have a choice. Giyuu’s obviously in no state to drive, considering that she’s already out cold and snoring, and Sanemi doesn’t really feel like sleeping on the couch. She can see the 5 missed calls and numerous texts from Kocho on Giyuu’s phone that sits on the nightstand, but that really isn’t much of her thing to deal with.
She sighs, crawling under the covers, facing away from Giyuu. She might dislike Giyuu, but she wouldn’t mind doing this all over again.
maybe.