Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Day 1: Shower sex - sanemi/reader

Day 2: face sitting - sanemi/reader 

Day 3: Camera - Obanai/reader (mentioned Sanemi)

Day 4: phone sex - Sanemi/Obanai

Day 5: cross-dressing - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 6: mutual masterbation - sanemi/reader 

Day 7: public sex - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 8: Body Writing - Sanemi/Obanai/reader

Day 9: Collar - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 10: Skinny Dipping - Obanai/reader 

Day 11: mirror sex - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 12: Period sex - sanemi/reader 

Day 13: Bondage - sanemi/reader 

Day 14: Uniform - Sanemi/Obanai/reader

Day 15: marking - Obanai/reader 

Day 16: Knife play- Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 17: Blowjob - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 18: aphrodisiac - sanemi/reader 

Day 19: Somnophilia - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 20: Caught - Sanemi/Obanai/reader 

Day 21:Edging - Sanemi/Obanai

Day 22: toys - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 23: After care - Sanemi/Obanai/reader 

Day 24: Anonymous sex - Obanai/reader 

Day 25: Cream pie - Obanai/reader 

Day 26: stuck - Sanemi/Obanai 

Day 27: Safe word - sanemi/reader 

Day 28: Lingerie - Sanemi/Obanai/reader 

Day 29: closet/7 minutes in heaven Saneobareader 

Day 30: remote control - sanemi/reader 

Day 31: Double Penetration - Sanemi/Obanai/reader 

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Through the steamy glass, Sanemi watched the water roll off your skin breathlessly. Wet hair clung to your naked frame, and soap washed away, leaving behind pristine, shining skin.

He stepped in, and you immediately moved to make room. “Couldn’t wait?” You teased.

“I’m saving water.” He replied, snaking his hands around your waist and pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “Besides, do I need an excuse to touch my beautiful girlfriend?”

“I suppose not.” You leaned into him, closing your eyes and lavishing in the way your core warmed as his hands skimmed down along your thighs.

When a lone finger slipped between your folds and pressed down on your clit, you gasped. Not from surprise, but a soft breathy gasp that could be taken as a moan of pleasure.

He rubbed circles around your clit at the perfect pace, a skill he had honed over time.

Your hands reached for him too, cupping his balls as you leaned forward to kiss his lips.

“God, you’re so good to me.” He groaned, pressing your body against the glass. His fingers paused their service of your clit, now poking at your entrance. “And tight.” He added as he pushed two fingers down to the knuckle.

You inhaled sharply, grip on his balls tightening as you did. “Fu-uck.” You sighed, arching your back and meeting his slowly moving hand. “Just get to it already.” You trailed your hands along his length.

“Uh uh. Not without getting you ready.” Sanemi knew he had a big dick. Well, not massive, but big enough to hurt in the wrong circumstances. “Be patient. We have all the time in the world.”

“We’re wasting water.” You whined pitifully. “Sanemi.”

“It’s fine.” One hand reached to cover your mouth, whilst the other slid a third digit inside. “Just a little longer, okay love?”

His eyes sparkled with the sort of delight he only got in moments like these, watching the tensed expression on your face as you held in your moans and tried your best not to come undone from his fingers alone.

From an outside perspective, you would have seemed to be keeping your composure pretty well, but Sanemi knew better. He could tell you were on the edge, and he was correct. A well placed press of his fingers had you gasping and whining as you came, and your boyfriend could not be more delighted.

He waited a few moments for you to relax off the high, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and caressing your hips as you caught your breath.

“No more?”

“Nuh uh. You know what I want.”

“If you say so.” He flipped you around so your hands and chest pressed against the shower glass, and your gorgeous wet cunt was fully on display for him, his tender hands that moments ago were holding you gently now turning rough.

In Sanemi’s defense, he did try to be gentle. When you felt his tip against your hole, he did give you a moment before pushing in, and he did so incredibly slowly. Even his beginning thrusts were at a turtle pace. It was a great feat of self control from the Wind Hashira.

However, this did not last. How could it? You were just squeezing his dick so tight that he had to lose it.

His nails dug into the skin of your hips, dents forming that he was sure to be largely apologetic over the following day.

How he managed the speed and strength of his thrusts in the small area of the shower you would never know, not that you cared at the time. You couldn’t manage a single thought while he pounded his cock into you, hitting the perfect spot that had a mindless string of sounds pouring from your lips.

Sanemi had lost his usual attitude, sporting an almost beast-like demeanor during his thrusts. Neither insult nor praise escaped from his mouth, only a few pants and groans through gritted teeth.

It was a perfect day to be Shinazugawa Sanemi.

The warm water streaming down his back was a feeling only rivaled by that of your perfect pussy, stretching around him. The sound of the water pattering against the floor mixed with skin slapping against skin and the harmonious noises you elicited, a symphony of lust.

When his breath began to catch and his nails dug deep enough to draw blood, it was over for the both of you. You were pushed against the shower glass as hard as humanely possible when you both came. Your legs shook and Sanemi, having no common sense during times like these, pushed deep into your cunt and came, cum filling every crevice of your hole.

When he pulled out, many of it came with him, swiftly washed down the drain.

Sanemi stepped out almost immediately, reaching for a towel to cover himself and dry off, while you stayed for a few minutes longer, an attempt for some form of cleanliness. When you finally emerged from the water, you heard the click of Sanemi’s phone and turned to stare at him egregiously.

“Did you just take a photo of me?!”

Grinning widely and clutching his phone, he turned it towards you and pointed at the shower glass, on which was the flawless silhouette of you, pressed into the steamed surface. 

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“You can put your full weight down y’know.” Sanemi reminded you gently. Right now you were more so hovering above his face than sitting on it, which was making things both uncomfortable and difficult for the both of you. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You fussed, shifting your body so you were even further from his face. “What if I suffocate you or something?” 

“If your pussy is the thing that kills me, I will gladly take that as my death.” He refuted, grabbing a hold on your thighs to stop you moving any more away. “Besides, you won’t. Worst comes to worst I’m strong enough to push you off.” 

“Alright…” Finally, you hesitantly lower yourself, seating your bare cunt square on his face. Surprisingly, it actually feels nice; nicer than you had expected when Sanemi had first suggested this idea. 

Even more shocking was that when you began subtly grinding down against him, Sanemi had no reaction. He didn’t stop you or scold you for acting on your own, just simply closed his eyes and allowed you your pleasure. 

His face became your toy, and you contently rubbed your clit up and down against his nose, still careful not to harm him of course. 

You probably could have brought yourself to completion just like that, but Sanemi clearly had other plans. 

The second you began to feel the tiniest spark of an orgasm building, you were being held still until the feeling faded. 

There was no need for you to whine over the loss however, because seconds later Sanemi’s hot tongue was licking a stripe between your folds. A pleased sigh was his sign that he was doing right. Ever eager to please, he repeated the movement, though faster this time, and again even faster. It eventually devolved into him lapping at your pussy like a dehydrated dog, your wet juices coating his tongue. 

“Someone’s excited.” He hummed against your skin, making you jolt. “Let’s see what happens if I…” 

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your clit, and began to suck. You gasped, almost falling forward from sheer shock, but Sanemi’s iron strong grip on your thighs held you down, close to him as he attacked your clit with his mouth. 

You squirmed, moaning without restraint and pushing down on him as hard as you could. 

When he did finally detach from your clit, it was straight to your hole. His fingers replaced his lips, rubbing circles over your clit while he shoved his tongue up into you. 

The sensation,unfamiliar but not unwelcome, pulled a cry from your throat and caused your thighs to clamp down with the force of a boulder. 

A second later, when you regained enough composure to realize what you had done, you gasped and separated them once more. 

“…Nemi? Are you okay?” 

A slight ‘mhm’ vibrated against your clit, eliciting yet another sharp breath, but at least providing confirmation that you hadn’t cracked his skull open. Small victories. 

And so when Sanemi repeated the action and your legs closed once more, you didn’t rush to open them or check on him. He said it himself, he was strong enough to push you off if he wanted. 

No longer focused on not murdering your boyfriend, you were finally open to entirety of the pleasure you were receiving. 

Sanemi, for reasons unknown to you, was surprisingly good with his tongue. While you would have expected a brutish, rough and uncoordinated attack on your cunt, what you were experiencing was anything but that. 

It was all over for you when his hands reached up to your clit. He barely even needed to touch the sensitive bud for you to be tipped over the edge, moaning his name and sending a stream of fluid right into his open mouth. 

You barely knew you had the ability to squirt, let alone that much. When you moved off of your boyfriend, you were afraid you had literally drowned him in cum. 

“Holy shit- I’m so sorry!” 

Sanemi licked the sides of his mouth, humming in delight. 

“Don’t apologise, that was hot as fuck.” 

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When Obanai opened your bedroom door to ask what you wanted for dinner, he hadn’t expected to see you fully nude in the mirror, phone in hand with your legs spread wide.

He also hadn’t expected to find himself sitting equally as naked on the bed ten minutes later, watching you prop the phone up.

He’d known about the pictures you’d been sending to Sanemi while the Wind Hashira was away, even been incentivised to send a few himself, but it hadn’t crossed his mind until now to send him a video together.

Obanai awarded at himself in the dead center of the phone screen, cock erect and mask discarded.

You moved to straddle him, and he was forced to turn his gaze to you instead as you sunk onto him. He rested his head on your shoulder and allow you to do as you pleased atop him, listening you the soft sounds you emitted.

“Your not being loud enough.” He murmured in your ear, looking back to the phone screen.

“Well I’m not going to fake it.” You bit back. “This isn’t some cheap ass porno.”

Obanai seemed to think over this for a moment. He was never one to be dominant during your intimate moments, and while you wouldn’t describe him as submissive, he was pretty damn close to it.

Though, that changed in an instant.

“Okay.” Was all you heard before your back was shoved against the mattress and you were flipped to your hands and knees. Your wide eyed face was captured in full on the phone now in front of you, along with the grimace you made when Obanai’s cock was shoved right sick in, no warning. A choked moan escaped you, not a sound you were proud of, but it was genuine.

“That’s better.” Obanai taunted from behind. His hips pressed flush against yours, and he held in place for a moment. You on the other hand, could seem to keep still. You squirmed, pushing yourself forward and backwards in a bout of impatience. Obanai allowed you to debase yourself on camera for a few moments before he succumbed to your needs, pulling out almost entirely and reburying himself in your cunt swiftly.

Repeating the motion rhythmically, Obanai had you reduced to a moaning mess in minutes, managing to perfectly keep his composure throughout the entirety.

He found himself staring into the camera again, watching your face twist as you whined his name and dug your nails into the sheets.

It was starting to get repetitive. Boring even.

His hand reached over you, and before you could realize or question, he was moving your phone away.

It sat nicely on the bed underneath the two of you, and Obanai became quite pleased with the view.

On screen, he reveled at the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy, slick and coated in your juices.

Watching his every thrust at such an angle was enough to easily send Obanai over the edge. He was a smart man of course, and pulled out before he came, releasing over your back far from any area that could result in an unwanted surprise.

Him finishing didn’t stop the endless pleasure for you however, because his hands met your clit, maneuvering expertly while still managing to leave you on display for the video beneath.

When you came, it was preceded by a loud gasp and even louder moan, followed by drenched sheets and furthermore, a wet phone screen.

Obanai grabbed said phone just before you could collapse atop it, capturing a few seconds of your tired breaths before ending the recording.

He skimmed over the final clip, holding his gaze on him deep inside you for longer than he should have, entranced by the squelching of your wet cunt and the slapping of skin.

The sound caught your attention, your head lifting off the bed a fraction of an inch.

“Send that to Sanemi, would you?”

“Mhm.” He scrolled through your needlessly long contacts list until he found the one affectionately labeled ‘Sansan <3’ and sent the video, accompanied by a few scandalous emojis, because why not?

It was forwarded to his own phone as well, obviously. Obanai was sure that that recording would see frequent visits now that he had hold of it.

He was wiping your screen on the bed sheets when a notification pinged, and upon opening it, a response video filled the screen. With a smirk, he handed it to you and sat down with you, already preparing himself for round two. 

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“I miss you.” Obanai’s voice was like honey. Sanemi hummed in agreement. He’d thought that long distance would be no big deal, easy. He’d been wrong.

God did he miss his Boyfriend. He missed cuddling up with him in bed, he missed holding hands, he just missed being around him. And shamefully, he missed the way Obanai’s hands would touch him, missed his whines and moans and missed his gorgeous, hot little body.

But, it’s how it was now he supposed, for a while anyway. They were too far away to see each other on a regular basis, so phone calls were the alternative.

“You miss me too?”

“So much.” Sanemi groaned, sinking into his pillows. “So, so much.”

He couldn’t resist slipping his hand into his waistband.

As Obanai rambled on about his week, Sanemi slowly peeled off his pants, still listening of course.

“I should be able to come visit soon.”

Obanai happily informed him, which prompted a rush of excitement through Sanemi’s body, accompanied by his hand clasping itself around his dick.

“That’s amazing.” He began to stroke, slow at first. “I can’t wait to see you.”

The slow pace didn’t last long, because as soon as Obanai was talking again, he sped up.

Sanemi pushed his head into his pillow to stifle the groan of pleasure he let out, hoping it would go unnoticed. It did not.

“Sanemi? What the fuck are you doing?”

Hand still grasped around his stiffened cock, Sanemi froze. “Um…”

There was a beat of brief silence, before a sigh of acceptance and guilt from Sanemi’s end of the phone.

“Jackin’ off.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Huh? What did you say?”

“I said I’m jacking off!” He repeated at a shout. God he hoped his neighbors weren’t home. “I’m sorry, okay!? Your voice was just too damn sexy!”

After another, longer moment of silence, Sanemi was already preparing a deep, deep apology when a new icon appeared on his screen.

‘Video call requested’

He accepted immediately, before he could think and realise that this was likely a horrible idea.

“You could have just told me y’know.”

Obanai’s face filled his phone screen.

“Keep stroking.”

Sanemi looked away so his burning red face wasn’t visible, resuming at a turtle slow pace.

“Faster.” Obanai demands, and Sanemi obliges. His head tilts back with a moan, and when he peers back up at his screen, Obanai’s belt is undone, pants just down enough to free his cock to the air.

He doesn’t join at Sanemi’s pace, slowly feeling up the shaft as he watches the other man come undone. It seemed like a cold move, demanding and dominant, by Sanemi knew why he really wasn’t. Sensitive as Obanai was, violently rubbing his dick in the same matter as Sanemi would have him cum in five seconds.

“I wish it was you.” Sanemi panted. “Wish I was fucking you.”

“Mhm.” Obanai’s pace had quickened, not enough to match Sanemi by any measure, bit quick enough to elicit a small moan.

Sanemi is the first to cum, spurts of white landing over his phone, though nothing compared to the loads that he would shoot into his boyfriends tight little hole when they were together. But nevertheless, it’s something, and his quick recovery allows him a tiny chance to watch Obanai.

It doesn’t take much time for Obanai to push himself over the edge as well, a pathetic dribble of cum sliding down his dick onto the sheets. It doesn’t look satisfying in any way, only Sanemi could bring him to a true climax, not his hands alone.

“I can’t wait to see you.” He closes his eyes and leads against the pillow. “I really need to see you.”