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Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence
Foreign Musician Y/N
Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
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Chapter 3
Chapter Includes ⚠️: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Explicit language, Vulgar language, manhandling, (degradation could be triggering for some readers,) Mature Language
You stood outside the large two story home shuffling your foot back and forth over the tiny pebbles making up the pathway from the gate.
You had knocked already but received no answer. With how big the house was, you weren't sure how long it would take for him to make it to the door.
The surprise you felt when you heard the gate open was nothing compared to the shock to your bones seeing how rough and bloody Sanemi was.
"Hey." He gruffed out to you as if it was just a normal morning.
You watched slack jawed as he passed you and opened the door to his house. He only stopped when he made it halfway to the middle of the hallway.
"Uh...you comin?" His stormy eyes landed on yours.
"Y-yeah. Sorry." You answered finally following him, making sure to close the front door behind you.
Silently he led you into a room with a very large and plush futon in the middle of the floor. "Have a seat, I'll be back." He spoke casually as he strode into the bathroom.
You were still shocked. He had a new cut going across his chest, it was thin, but he also had blood coming from his left ear and his clothes were tattered also. You could've overlooked something else too.
Was he even okay? You thought to yourself as you stood still in the middle of the room.
"You're still standing." He said matter of factly when he appeared in the doorway, naked and no longer bleeding.
You should probably feel some sort of shame from how quickly your mood shifted.
He was so breathtakingly hot.
Sanemi smirked at you knowingly. "That's more like it. Come here." He motioned for you.
Never one to hesitate, you closed the distance between you two. "What are you wearing today for me?"
Cute you thought to yourself. He thinks you wear lingerie for him. He's not completely wrong.
"Mm...I guess you'll find out when you take my clothes off."
"Oh?" This was almost a grunt. He gathered your dress in his hands, bunching it up around your hips before pulling it over you.
He didn't say anything but his eyes said enough. Your body temperature increased tenfold from the way his eyes devoured you.
"Like it?" You asked quietly.
You were wearing just a black lace teddy. It was quite tight honestly, but you figured since you would have to take it off anyway it wouldn't hurt to wear it for the short amount of time it took to get here.
"Yeah." Sanemi grunted as he dropped your dress on the floor and pulled you flush against him.
The way your eyes searched his face with an excited glimmer made his stomach flip. Causing him to frown. Why were you making him feel all these new things?
He let his hands roam to your ass before squeezing lightly. Your outfit obviously not covering your cheeks, making him that much more eager to turn you around.
"You're something else." He spoke, almost mumbling to himself.
"Why?" You smiled.
"You might as well not have worn anything under your dress. Your ass is out."
Your smile widened. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." You answered, leaning into him more.
A small smirk graced his lips. He turned you around suddenly, his lips now beside your ear and his hands clutching your hips.
"You're a fucking minx." He said, his tone low and oozing sex appeal.
"Yeah?" You asked laughing lightly although it was breathy due to the effect he was having on you.
"Mhm." He said taking a step forward, forcing you to move with him.
He walked you over to the bed, hands groping your breasts as he lead you there. "I'm gonna rip this." He warned before you felt him tug the fabric apart. Surprisingly it didn't hurt you at all.
"That costs a lot of money." You giggled.
"I'll repay you for it." He said before pushing you forward signaling for you to get down on the bed.
You obeyed silently, getting onto your hands and knees.
Sanemi was right behind you, adjusting himself at your entrance. You were pleased that he wasted no time with foreplay as he pushed into you.
"Fucking perfect." Sanemi said lowly as he bottomed out inside of you.
You, spurred on by the compliment arched further into the mattress, now using your elbows to prop yourself up. When you felt him pull back you pushed back into him, not giving him a chance to pull out.
He let out a noise between a growl and a hiss, slapping both of his large hands on the sides of your hips.
"Stay still."
"Why?" You teased bouncing back on him.
You're trouble. Sanemi thought to himself. But outwardly he lightly slapped your ass.
When he felt you bounce back on him he met you with a thrust of his own, making you cry out with a pornographic moan. Reaching back to grab his wrist.
Sanemi shook his head. Your were definitely a minx. Probably a brat. Beneath all of that bravado and confidence, you want to be roughed up.
He could do that. He wanted to do that. You could handle it. You liked it. He really could let go with you.
And that's exactly what he did. Ramming into you and you met him thrust for thrust. For a moment he faltered thinking he had to be hurting you, but you never slowed or pulled away.
Much like last night, you went until you couldn't anymore. Your arms were sore and weak, thighs trembling. Sanemi was flushed. When he finally pulled out you let your body fall to the bed, unable to hold yourself anymore.
Sanemi collapsed beside you, doing much better at catching his breath than you were.
"Sorry." You said breathlessly "I'll get up in a minute."
"Alright."
After maybe 5 minutes you moved to push yourself off the bed.
"You good?"
"Yeah." You replied with a nod and a smile. "I'm using your bathroom." You added before walking inside.
He didn't respond, just covered his face with his arm as he relaxed.
You couldn't stop yourself from looking around his bathroom. He had an amazing view. There was floor to ceiling sliding doors with a view of a small hot spring and garden. It was completely private with a tall gate closing out anything else. You noted that because the large sinking tub was in front of the doors. You would kill for a bathroom this relaxing.
You cleaned yourself off and left the bathroom to grab your dress.
"I'll be going now." You said as you slipped it over your head, letting it fall down your body on its own.
Sanemi moved his arm slightly just so he could look at you. "Come back tomorrow."
It wasn't a question. But it wasn't exactly a command either.
"Same time?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
"Uh huh."
Without any hesitation you turned to leave. Although you wanted to get to know him better, you respected the no strings request he had. You wouldn't make him uncomfortable.
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That was how your intense sexual routine with Sanemi began. Every morning you met him at his house, or sometimes he came to yours. Two months of mind blowing and passionate sex had only made you crave him more. No matter how tired, or how sore you were you always met. When on your period you would just let him use your mouth. You've never been one to shy away from sex but if you weren't getting anything in return you usually had no interest.
Not with Sanemi though. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted him to use you. You loved the way he responded to you. You loved being the one who brought him pleasure. You loved being the best he ever had. It was a title you accepted gladly, and fought hard to keep.
You'd like to think you've gotten to know him better. Despite him not usually talking much, you think you know a lot about him. You could guess.
He had a rough upbringing. That one was obvious, if his scars were any indication. You think he has a brother. He's rough on the outside but so soft inside. He has a little insect he takes care of. It's quite peculiar but because it's Sanemi, you find it cute. He works hard to stay fit. Sometimes it amazes you just how beautifully chiseled he is. He's cocky. With good reason probably. He's also kind of mean. Obviously when you first met him you learned that though.
The most important thing you learned about him, was that he was broken. Deep inside he was holding himself together. His tough exterior and sometimes jarring attitude were barriers to keep people out and to keep his true feelings in. Safe.
You know this because you've been there. So you saw the signs. Over time it made you yearn to talk to him. Which is now why you have begun to hesitate to leave. You've invited him to stay over to sleep instead of leaving when you were done. He never stayed. You've begun to linger at his house when you finished only leaving when he gave you that knowing look. The one that said, "don't even think about it." Or "no strings woman." The whole two months he never slipped up and kissed you again. You would sometimes position yourself in such a way that made it easy but he knew what you were up to. He'd turn his head, bury his face in your neck, turn your head away from his, or sometimes he's even bit your jaw. There was no way you could lure him into kissing you and man did you want it so badly. Honestly you crave it.
So you would get home and feel incomplete. You would miss him.
It was unlike you, but you couldn't say that you minded. Sanemi was alluring honestly. He made you feel all types of new things.
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Today was a particularly rough day for Sanemi and you only knew because of the way he was handling you. You had gotten to his house after him and as soon as you knocked on the door he pulled you inside. He practically slammed you into the wall beside the front door before he ripped your dress apart. The sound of tearing fabric echoing through the room.
"Sa-"
You were cut off by a rough nip on your neck as he grabbed your chin in his hand, tilting your head up so he had full access to your neck.
It was more pain than pleasure as he bit and licked roughly on your neck, pressing his body into yours. You brought your hands up to his waist, in a way to gain some stability but hoping to try and ease him a bit.
A grunt left his mouth as he released his hold on you, moving his rough love bites down to your chest.
You moved your hands to his hair, hoping you could ease him into being more gentle with you. Tugging lightly to pull him back, he obliged.
A frown on his face and lips swollen from his attack.
"What?" He grumbled.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect."
You held each other's gaze for only one second before he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder before walking to his bedroom. As he rushed you to his room your mind was just reeling. He tore your underwear off of you quickly not even faltering in his step.
He was definitely upset about something. As much as you wanted to know what was wrong and you preferred for him to be calmer you were just going to shutup and let him be as rough as he needed to be. You could do that for him.
To your surprise he threw you down on the bed and immediately went for your core.
Your breath was stolen, you had the wind knocked out of you coupled with his ministrations of slurping and flicking.
It would be a lie to say it wasn't slightly uncomfortable. He was still being quite wild. You closed your eyes and focused on the pleasure that was there. You could handle a little discomfort.
It took longer than usual for your orgasm to happen but that's to be expected in this situation. Sanemi wasted no time turning you over and pulling you up to your knees. You were hardly stable when he pushed inside of you. Of course that too was more painful than you've ever felt with him.
He began thrusting into you like a mad man. The sound of skin slapping filling your ears. You couldn't keep up with him this time.
"Let me fucking hear you." Sanemi all but growled from behind you.
Of course that's all it took for a wanton moan to leave your mouth. His voice truly was your weakness. He could insult you and you'd probably like it.
"That's right. Don't fucking hold back from me." He replied with a hard smack to your ass.
His voice coupled with the pain made you cry out once again.
"Hm." Sanemi grunted. "All this fucking ass...and you're that sensitive?" He let his fingertips graze the newly raised bumps and welts from his strike.
You responded with a small whimper. The gentle touch both soothing and provoking the pain.
Sanemi pulled and prodded on your ass, lifting your cheeks to watch himself disappear inside of you.
"You're so fucking messy. Look at you, creaming all over me."
Holy fuck. You thought. His voice was so sensual.
A small dark chuckle came from him. "You love being praised. You always clench around me when I tell you how perfect your cunt is."
It's true. You felt yourself grow wetter at the compliment too.
"Look at you milking me for all I got." He groaned.
When he grabbed your neck you were both surprised and turned on. However it was short lived when he pushed you down into the mattress roughly. As feral as Sanemi was he never gripped you this tightly, he never handled you too roughly. He usually grabbed you passionately. This was not. This was....domineering.
"Fucking whore." He mumbled before slapping your ass once again. He picked up the pace of his thrust, the angle of you being all the way down allowing him to perfectly hit your sweet spot.
You felt tears prickle your eyes. You had to quickly remind yourself that he was upset. That he was looking for a way to release that negative energy he had inside. He wasn't insulting you. He wasn't being mean to you. His anger was not meant for you.
His grip on your neck was almost distracting enough to completely numb out the pleasure he gave you. You handled it well you think, the minute of his strong grip on you. It was nothing however compared to the way he pulled you up to him, pausing his thrust deep inside you.
"Why can't I hear you?" He asked, his lips grazing your ear, his voice low and dangerously taunting.
"I-"
He stuffed his fingers in your mouth, almost making you gag.
"Suck." He commanded.
And although you were taken by surprise you followed his command. The titillating groan he let out making you shiver, chills ran down your spine.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your clit and began rubbing fierce circles. The moan you let out surprising even you.
"Keep making those sounds for me slut. You better not stop." He thrusted into you pointedly when he said 'better'.
You felt heat pool in your chest as embarrassment soared through you as you actually moaned for him. You couldn't help it. He was expertly bringing you to your peak with his timing.
All you could hear were your gasps and the sound of your slick.
You were sure after all of his repeated ministrations you were about to cum but then he stopped. You were so so close you grabbed his wrist.
"Please." You whined, starting to roll your hips chasing some friction. The hand that was on the back of your neck slid to the front.
"Please what?"
"Please don't stop."
He only laughed breathlessly before playing with your clit as he began to fuck you again.
"Don't stop? Then you better be able to take it." He added right before he slipped his finger further down.
You blanched as you felt his finger tip trying to push into your hole.
He felt you tense up and squeezed his hand around your throat a little harder.
"Uh uh, I said take it." He responded as he continued pushing his finger into you along side his dick. You were struggling to relax your body. Truth is it stung and hurt like hell.
"All the fucking dick you take and you can't handle a couple of added fingers? What kind of whore are you?"
You took a deep breath and tried to relax into him. You tried to lay your head back onto his shoulder and breathe through the stretch but it was short lived as this angry Sanemi shoved his other fingertip in beside the one, making you scream out quietly.
"Come on bitch, open up." He growled.
If it had not been for the slight tremor of his voice everytime he spoke, you might not have thought he was enjoying the sex. His tone almost completely disguising his pleasure and enjoyment. That's what you held on to though. That you were helping him feel good.
You took a deep breath, trying again to relax but with every centimeter he advanced that burning pain grew.
"Fuck this." Sanemi muttered before just shoving them in. You could feel the way he wrapped his two fingers around the side of his penis.
"Mm, fuck." He groaned. Your cry was stuck in your throat. You couldn't even make a sound between how tightly he choked you and how dry your throat had become.
If it didn't hurt so badly you would probably be so turned on by the fact that he's actually holding on to himself inside of you. It's so carnal.
"Look at you dripping down my wrist." He moaned before his tight grip on your throat released. His grip now being placed in the back of your hair. His strong fingers gripping despite the pins you obviously had in your hair, some of them falling out and some of them now poking into your scalp. He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care. You hissed in pain as he pushed your head forward, angling you to look down.
Through the squinting and wincing you could see his wrist glistening.
"See that?" He mused.
"Mhm." You replied again blinking back tears that were now threatening your vision. You still had not gotten used to the stretch, now the pain radiating in your head? It was making your head spin and you were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
By some miracle Sanemi pulled his fingers out. The burning didn't go away completely but it had gotten better.
When he stuck his fingers in your mouth you gagged, not expecting it.
"You've never done that before." He said.
You ignored the comment, obviously, and composed yourself, licking and sucking his fingers clean. There was a coppery taste. You didn't see any blood but you were certainly tasting it.
He took his fingers from your mouth and pulled out of you at the same time. It was a relief honestly. However. That tight grip he had in your hair didn't loosen at all, in fact it did the opposite.
"Put that pretty little mouth to good use." He said as he pushed, yanked, and maneuvered you until you were facing him. He pushed you down until your mouth met his penis. You were in the most uncomfortable position, on your hands and knees with your movement restricted thanks to his hold on you. You didn't have much leverage but you did your best.
It obviously wasn't good enough because Sanemi got impatient and began fucking your mouth. For only 10 seconds were you able to keep up with him then he completely began to go crazy.
You were gagging with every thrust. He was moving almost frantically the way he fucked your throat and the way he held you tightly in place with both his hands gripped in your hair.
For the next 60 seconds you were choking on his dick and it appeared that he loved it. His movements didn't even falter the closer he got to his release. The only sign he was done was his hot cum spurting down your throat.
"That's it. Drink up like the good whore you are." He mumbled with his head thrown back. His breathing erratic still.
You've been called much worse. You've been handled much more brutally. This was nothing. Or atleast that's what you told yourself. But yet and still, you found yourself holding back tears.
He yanked your head back roughly. "Show me."
With your head bent towards him you opened your mouth, showing him your tongue.
"Good girl." He almost cooed. But it was dark. It wasn't comforting, it was almost malicious and demeaning.
Abruptly, he let you go and pushed you back down on the bed. "Now open the fuck back up for me. I'm not done."
Surprised, but determined not to show it, you obeyed. Laying back and spreading your legs for him, he wasted no time plunging right into you. It felt like he hadn't even had a orgasm less than 30 seconds ago, he was rock hard.
You could feel just how sore you would be tomorrow. His sculpted hips crashed into you, rocking you back roughly. Once he noticed he had to keep moving forward to stay buried deep inside he grabbed your legs, his strong fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pulled you toward him, making you yelp at how deeply he had just thrust into you.
"Come the fuck here." He mostly mumbled to himself. His brows furrowed in anger and frustration.
You already knew he was mad, but it was beginning to overwhelm you. Over the weeks of you and Sanemi having sex, he was never too rough with you. It was always perfect. Just the right amount of grit and manhandling. This time he was bruising you and hurting you. He's never left a single bruise on you. He's never hurt you.
"Sanemi." You squeaked out, your breath coming out in huffs from the action of his thrusts.
He didn't answer, his eyes remained on where he was disappearing inside of you.
You wanted to ask him to be gentle, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. That anger was still burning brightly behind his beautiful stormy eyes and you wanted him to release it. No matter what it meant for you, you would just endure it. Which meant you had to suffer through the feeling of your organs being pushed into your diaphragm. There was no other way to describe the immensely full and painful feeling you had in your abdomen, timed with his relentless strokes.
You bit your lip to hold back your sounds as your breaths had begun to sound like pained whines.
"You like that?" Sanemi asked misreading your sounds.
That's okay, you simply nodded. A small lie.
"I bet you do, you fucking whore. Can probably take a couple dicks at once." A dry laugh followed. Short and cut off by his breath hitching.
Another mean remark. It was sneered at you. You tried to take it like a champ though.
His hands let go of your legs, finding purchase in your hair once again. He pulled you up, directing you to look at how your "slutty pussy" was swallowing him whole.
After a couple long brutal minutes of him wearing you down he pulled out abruptly, yanking you over so he could cum in your face. His hot load staining your skin messily. You had to squeeze your eyes shut.
When he finished it's like he lost all his energy. "See yourself out." He said as he flopped down on the bed beside you. His head turned away from you.
That was it for you. That's what did it. That's what broke you.
You felt humiliated. Embarrassment strong and overwhelming as it filled your chest.
With shaky and heavy limbs, you stood from the bed and headed to the bathroom.
You quickly shut the door behind you and leaned against it to steady yourself. You wanted to shed so many tears but you willed them away. This should be nothing. Again, you've been through worse. So why couldn't you handle this? Why was this feeling so painful?
You walked to the sink and began washing your face. Your hands shook and trembled the entire time. Once you were free from his mess, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair looked like a rats nest. It was tangled and pulled all kinds of ways. You began to slowly pull the pins that were sticking out every which way, wincing every so often as your scalp was sore in numerous spots thanks to his yanking.
You looked terrible. It looked like you got into a fight with a squirrel and lost. You inhaled slowly, ready to take a deep breath when you hiccuped. Quickly you covered your mouth with your hand.
No, no, no, you thought. You were not going to cry. Not even a little bit.
When you were sure you weren't going to shed any tears you cleaned yourself between your legs. It was only then that you realized that you didn't have anything to wear. He tore your dress, and ripped your underwear. You were left only with the lace corset you had on.
You felt panic rise in your chest before you pushed it down, shaking your head. You could just tie your dress around your hips, and if you walked quickly no one would see through your corset. It was still early, maybe you wouldn't run into a lot of people.
That's what you told yourself.
It was the only way you could step out of the bathroom.
You walked slowly and quietly through the bedroom to the living room. You picked up your dress tatters and tied them together before wrapping the fabric around your hips. It just barely covered your ass and privates but it would have to do. Stepping over to the entry way, you slid you shoes on. When you put your hand on the door handle, Sanemi's strong scarred hand landed on the door, preventing you from opening it.
Neither of you spoke. You remained standing facing the door while he stood behind you.
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Sanemi's POV
My eyes widened when I realized what I did and who I'd done it with.
Quickly I got up from the bed and went out to the living room. I couldn't let her leave.
Seeing her standing at the door with her dress tied around her made me feel majorly stupid. When she went to reach for the door I had to stop her.
She was standing in front of me now as I reached passed her to keep the door shut.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the words to speak after all of the words and images of what just happened flashed through my mind.
I was mean to her. I was harsh. I was rough. It was nothing to be that way, came naturally really, but I don't want to do that to her.
Not her.
Never her.
"You can't leave like that."
"I'll be fine." She threw a swift smile over her shoulder.
My eyes widened. If we weren't similar, I might have fell for it. I might have thought she was okay. But I'm not stupid. And I can see right through her. I see that fake look everyday when I look in the mirror.
"No." I answered when I recovered from my initial shock.
Dropping my arm from the door I grabbed her hand. Then I pulled her back into my room, straight into the bathroom.
"Stay put." I said before running the bath. I put my usual soap in. She would just have to smell like me, I didn't have any girly shit for her.
As the water ran I walked over to my cabinet grabbing the fluffiest towel I own before setting it down on the counter.
Finally I turned toward her, facing the damage I've done.
Her hair, her beautiful hair was messed up. Pulled from how nicely she had it laid and swooped and curled or whatever you call it. I reached out to touch it and she flinched.
She flinched.
Because of me.
"Sorry." She said quickly.
"What for?" I asked trying to control my temper.
"I didn't mean to flinch."
I took a deep breath. Then I tried again. Slowly this time.
She didn't flinch but she did wince when I grabbed a tuft of her soft strands.
"That hurt?"
"Yeah." She replied. "My scalp is sore. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing."
"Sorry."
She doesn't listen.
"Sorry." She replied again at my pointed look I gave her.
"Show me how to take your top off." I told her, ignoring her hair for now.
She turned around, turning her back towards me before she unhooked the bottom of her lacy thing.
"How did you get this on?" I asked her as I continued the way she demonstrated.
"Muddy."
"Muddy? Your roommate?"
"Yes."
I couldn't even stop myself from saying what came out next.
"You two fuckin or something?"
"Of course not."
"Hm." I mumbled, secretly relieved.
"He's the only one who knows how to do it right." She replied with a small smile blossoming on her perfect lips.
I'm sure I could do it better. Perfect even.
But I said nothing. One I got it unsnapped I let it fall to the floor.
The mark on her back, was burning a hole into my brain. I felt horrible. Seeing that, reminded me of just how fucked up I was with her. She didn't deserve to be spoken to the way I spoke to her. She'd been through too much to have to put up with assholes like me after leaving that hell hole of a country.
I turned away, no longer wanting to think about it, and turned the now full bath tub faucet off.
"Get in." I said turning to look at her.
She didn't say anything as she obeyed. Once she sunk down into the tub I could visibly see her relax as she sighed. Her eyes almost twinkling with happiness.
"I might fall asleep in here." She giggled softly.
"That's perfectly fine." I said.
You could hear the moment she stopped breathing. Looking at me with wide surprised eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me." I told her, careful with my tone however. "Sleep if you want."
She didn't respond she only turned her attention away to her hands beneath the water. "Do you have an extra sponge?" She asked absently.
After the way I was just so rough with her, I wanted to make it up to her. I will make it up to her.
"I do. But just...relax." I told her sitting down beside the tub after grabbing the extra sponge from the counter.
Again, she quieted. And I know why. I'm not stupid. Obviously.
I've never let her sleep here. Not even so much as a quick nap. Hell sometimes when she's all exhausted and drained from the good dick I've given her, I pull her up and walk her to the door myself.
I'm very adamant about us not sleeping together. Was anyway.
Because it doesn't matter anymore. She's already got feelings for me, although I've kept her at arms length and don't tell her shit about me or my life, she still got attached.
Doesn't even phase her it seems like. She still looks at me with those perfect pretty eyes, all adoring and shit. Like she loves to talk to me and is so intrigued to hear whatever I say. She touches me so soft. Caresses my scars, kisses them. She's just slowly warmed herself up to me on her own.
It pissed me off, but I couldn't stop seeing her. She's so good. So perfect. A literal fucking minx who gives so freely and takes so much so easily. It sounds dramatic as fuck so I'll never say it out loud, but she's perfect for me.
That why I didn't push her away even though I saw her getting attached.
That's why I feel so shitty inside for what just happened. I spoke to her like she meant nothing to me. And she doesn't deserve that. It's not true anyway.
I looked over her once more. He gorgeous body slightly obscured by the light patter of bubbles. I could see a bruise forming around her neck from where I grabbed her.
She turned her head to look at me at the sound I accidentally let slip out.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah." I lied. I was so disappointed. I wasn't thinking clearly earlier.
"The sponge?" The sound of water falling from her hand back into the tub snapped me out of my reverie.
"I've got it. Just sit back and let me do it. Alright?" I asked. My tone a bit more irritable than I would've liked but I couldn't help it. I was feeling embarrassed too.
Her eyes widened briefly before she nodded her head.
That was all I needed to dip the sponge in the water. I started on her neck. Figuratively washing away the harsh touches by replacing them with gentle ones. As I made my way around her neck an image crashed into me like a freight train.
An audible groan left my lips as more disappointment welled inside my chest.
I fucking came all over her beautiful face. Fuck! it was hot but I didn't even ask! The fuck is wrong with me?
Quickly I wet the sponge once more and then gently began wiping her face. It was clear she already cleaned it but I wanted to do this. Needed to do this. Once I figuratively washed away my actions I turned her head to me. Looking over her face.
Fuck.
She was the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on.
I let go of her chin and went back to the task at hand. I could feel her eyes boring into me as I worked on cleaning her body. She was relaxing more and more as time went by, although I noticed the way she flinched when I touched her hips and her thighs. I already knew I held her too tightly there. She remained silent though.
Once I finished I sat the sponge down and locked gazes with her.
"I'm washing your hair." I told her.
Those inviting eyes of hers widened. No surprise there.
"I um...you don't have to."
"I'm going to."
She nodded, giving me a soft smile before she positioned herself deeper into the tub.
I have to be gentle. She already mentioned her scalp was sore thanks to me.
Reaching over her to grab my shampoo jar I took a moment to look at the damage I caused once more. I've never touched her hair, her head even, because she always has her hair styled impeccably. But of course, I fucking ruined it this time. You could see the tangles very clearly.
I sat some shampoo atop her head and then added some water before slowly, carefully, working it into her hair. Her hair was the complete opposite of mine. I don't even know that I'm doing it correctly but I'm trying. As I continued, I watched as her hair curled tighter and somehow shrunk underneath my hands. It was fascinating honestly.
She closed her eyes as I massaged her scalp. Leaving me the opportunity to stare at her openly. She was so naturally beautiful. Every little detail of her face was flawless. Perfect and so distinctly her. She was a masterpiece.
I got so distracted admiring her she opened her eyes, which were noticeably heavy with exhaustion. "Gonna rinse anytime soon it's been atleast 5 minutes?" She asked sarcastically but with a smile.
"Lean back." I cleared my throat. Shamed to be caught checking her out like that.
She listened, pulling herself further into the water and dipping her head. I rinsed all the shampoo away before telling her she could get up.
I met her with the towel, as she stood from the tub. The water cascading down her sinfully statuesque body just highlighting how absolutely mouthwatering she was.
I helped her dry off before picking her up and setting her down on the counter, so I could dry her feet and hair. She didn't say anything but I could see her surprise. I ignored it.
"Stay here." I told her before walking out of the bathroom and then into my room to change the covers on my futon. It took me all of 5 minutes to get everything fluffed up and perfect for her. When I came back into the bathroom she had styled her hair in a way I hadn't seen her wear before. I made no comment as I walked over to her and picked her up from the counter, carrying her into the room bridal style. She was being surprisingly pliant, saying nothing at all, and holding onto me as I carried her.
Gently, I laid her down on the newly fluffed comforter and pillow. "Get some rest." I told her before going into the bathroom. I couldn't face her. I didn't want to see her stupid gorgeous face twist up in surprise again.
I busied myself with emptying the tub and cleaning it out to run my own bath water. Staying inside with the door closed the whole time.
When I finally came out, she was snuggled into the bed so comfortably. Lips in a cute pout with the softest little breaths.
Fuck. I'm losing my mind.
I quickly and quietly grabbed some clothes to change into and then grabbed every article of clothing of hers. I had something to do.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence
Foreign Musician Y/N
Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
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Chapter 1
Chapter includes: Smut, Mature Language
You sat perfectly still as you watched your band mates set up their instruments. Laughing and talking as they usually did. You let out a deep sigh.
"What's wrong y/n?" Frank asked you as he cleaned his saxophone.
"Nothing." It's not that something was wrong, you were just bored. You loved singing, you loved doing this every night, but when it was over you were bored. Almost depressingly. You had no other friends, no one to talk to, no one to touch. As much as you loved your friends, all they did after was drink, smoke, or play cards. You were okay with spending time with them but you didn't drink heavy the way they did, the smell of smoke gave you a headache, and cards were getting old. Already you knew the way your night was going to go and you hated it.
Being in Japan was mind blowing, you had huge culture shock at how reserved the society was in general. You all got so many shocked stares and heard plenty hushed whispers when you got here. Whether it was your skin or the way you dressed, you didn't know but it never stopped. It didn't bother you. It wasn't much different from home. In fact, it was much more bearable than it was at home.
"She's just mad." Brass chimed in from where he stood with his bass.
You looked at him waiting to hear what he was going to say. "She's mad cause she needs to get laid. It's been what? 8 months?" He snickered sending you a look to which you playfully rolled your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but you weren't mad.
"Why don't you come with us tonight? We were invited to a special house." Muddy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively from where he stood inspecting his guitar.
"Special house?" You asked. "Like a brothel?"
"Oh, pass." You replied.
"You too good for us now?" Frank smiled.
"No, I think I'll just walk around tonight though. I want y'all to tell me all about it when y'all get back though." You returned the smile.
"Okay. Ima tell ya everythang. How it taste, what it look like, how it feel." Brass laughed.
"You're gross man." Frank said.
Brass feigned hurt by putting his hand over his heart and gasping.
You shook your head at their playful banter before turning your head up to the sky. You could hardly see the stars in the sky with how brightly lit the area was.
The entertainment district was the best place you could perform to make money in Tokyo. People have told you that the sultry sound of your voice, the energy of the jazz, and how good looking you all were was the perfect combination. You were often tipped generously by people here, whether it's because something you played got them in the mood, or brightened an otherwise dead date, or because it was just something new for them.
You tried counting the stars until Muddy signaled he was ready for you to take your spot.
Walking to the front of the tiny platform you grabbed your all white feather boa, draping it carefully over your shoulders. At the front you stood on your barely noticeable mark. In your head you counted the music in with the tap of Brass's foot.
When Muddy came in with his trumpet, people came closer. The lively beat pulling them closer to the makeshift stage. As Frank joined in you let yourself sway to the beat.
Your cue approached and you let your voice ring out. Allowing your voice to project since you didn't have a microphone.
As time went on the crowd got livelier, your bandmates and only friends energy rose, your heart felt fulfilled. Music was all of your outlets. It was therapeutic.
Your eyes roamed the crowd, making connections; it helped with tips. Some faces were familiar, some people had begun to come here regularly to watch your performances. Some were new and one of them stuck out like a sore thumb. There was a huge man standing with his arms crossed. He didn't seem like anyone else here at all. He wore large beads around his neck and wrists and a wondrous look on his face as he stared straight ahead at you.
Next to him was another large man, he had white hair and a headband with large jewels on them. His large arms were nearly ripping out of his kimono.
Beside him stood another man. He also had white hair, it was thick and styled in an way that was almost wind blown. He was tall but not as noticeably as the other two. His chest was exposed, scars apparent on his muscular and defined pecs. His kimono was only loosely tied, and it was all black. You found yourself entranced by him as you stared. Before, while you were looking at the other two, his eyes were adverted, his head to the side as he seemed to be watching for something. Right now however, he seemed to sense that you were looking at him so when your eyes made it up to his face he was staring at you already. He wasn't close enough to be able to tell the color of them but from where you were you could tell they were unique. All three of theirs were actually.
You held his gaze, lightly smiling through your singing at being caught basically ogling this man. As long as you stared at him, he returned it. His eyes only left yours when you looked away at the man in front of you getting down on his knees with his hands clasped.
Oh no, not again. You thought.
Not breaking your melody you turn to look at Muddy who thought the situation was funny. The crinkle around his eyes gave it away. Of course he wouldn't be any help to you. You took a step back and continued your performance.
When this song ended you felt anxiety start creeping up.
Please don't make a scene, please don't make a scene.
Of course the universe wasn't on your side. You already knew this.
"Please marry me. Please. Please be mine." The man who had gotten down to plead asked, shaking his clasped hands in front of you.
You only gave a polite smile and slight bow before saying "sorry."
"Please? Please Miss, I love you. You make me feel alive."
Oh dear lord
"Please Miss. I'll give you whatever you desire." He pleaded more.
You were hoping someone would step in because you hated to do it yourself. Granted your approach didn't help much. You probably made it harder, but you couldn't bring yourself to be firm with these people.
"Please, get up off the floor honey." You gestured for him to rise. The tone of your voice enough to coax him to listen, his mouth open in awe.
"I can't marry you okay? But you come back and see me tomorrow night and maybe we can go on a date...?"
He nodded his head quickly. "Yes miss. Yes. I'll be here tomorrow night."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then." You winked at him and he audibly gasped.
"Yes. O-okay." He backed away from you slowly, bumping into people in the process, as he was too entranced to look away from you.
You gave him a little wave before turning away from him and walking over to Brass.
Your face said a thousand words.
"You can't keep going on dates with the people you try to let down easily." He laughed.
"I don't want to hurt their feelings."
"They're already hurt, they want to marry you woman. You're breaking their hearts anyway might as well do it swiftly."
"Well maybe if you helped me..."
"No can do, I like to see their reactions. He's still looking at you by the way." Brass told you before waving at the man you presume.
You groaned. He was right you do need to stop doing this but you had a hard time telling them no. You definitely didn't want to be married but you hated to break their hearts even though you never felt the same. Not even after the dates.
"I'll be your back up for the date tomorrow. I definitely want to see how he handles himself. He's like a lovesick puppy right now."
"Yeah yeah yeah. Okay." You answered.
"Well now that that's over you fellas ready to get our night started?" Muddy asked as he came over to you both, trumpet already tucked away into its case.
"Yeah." Frank called from his spot, as he tucked his sax away.
You stood quietly waiting for Brass to finish packing before you four headed home, recalling the vibes from tonight's performance. They were excited, probably more eager to get to their next destination. Back at the house, the way they dressed up and cleaned themselves was very indicative to what type of night they were going to have. You followed them out of the house you were staying in and walked with them to the house they were visiting. There was nowhere in particular you wanted to see tonight so you would go wherever your feet carried.
You waved goodbye to your friends as you watched them confidently stride in. Women at the door were already blushing and covering their giggles as they passed by. You rolled your eyes in good nature before turning to start your night of wandering.
Japan was so safe. Much better than the states could ever be. You would never be able to walk around a neighborhood freely like this. It could cost you your life. Here, you didn't have to look over your shoulder praying you weren't being followed, you didn't have to sit idle or silent when harassed. It was a breath of fresh air!
You received lots of stares as you walked around admiring the city.
It had gotten significantly louder as you turned on a street you never been on before. It was packed here. Something eventful must've been happening here, surely. You were so busy looking all around you, hoping to see something interesting when you noticed the most captivating thing all night.
That guy with stormy eyes. He was here. He and his friends still stood out amongst everyone else. The taller one with the white hair was talking to some older women who looked delighted to be so close to him.
The even taller man, with the large beaded jewelry stood by silently listening to their conversation but just a step back.
Stormy however was facing the opposite way completely. Arms folded over his chest as he appeared irritated but like he was looking for something. Much like earlier, it's like he sensed your gaze because just seconds after your eyes landed on him he turned his head to you. His slightly furrowed brows relaxed briefly as he held your gaze.
Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to him.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
Your heart stopped.
Is that- is that really his voice?
It was butter smooth and deep.
So deep.
Very deep.
It was rich. Almost sensuous. And definitely soothing.
You would follow him anywhere if he beckoned you with his captivating baritone.
"Maybe." You smiled as you stepped closer after letting people cross between you.
He turned his body towards you, arm still crossed and his eyebrows now raised in question.
"I'm y/n, you are?" You held your hand out to him.
His eyes didn't leave your face, and he didn't move at all.
"What can I maybe help you with?" There was an edge to his voice. It didn't phase you however. In fact, it made you more intrigued by him.
"Sanemi." The large man spoke, slightly turning his head in your direction. It almost sounded like he was warning him.
"Hi, I'm y/n." You turned your attention to his friend, holding your hand out to him now.
He took and very carefully shook it. "I'm Gyomei Himejima. You have a heavenly voice."
"Thank you Mr. Himejima." You smiled.
"You're welcome. I-"
"Did you need something or not?" Sanemi chimed in. "We're kind of busy."
"Whoa whoa whoa. What's going on over here?" The other white haired man spoke turning around to face you all. The older women were walking away.
"Tengen, this is y/n." Gyomei said said gesturing to you.
"Well hello, you're that flashy beautiful singer."
"I don't know about flashy, but I'll take beautiful." You smiled, a small laugh leaving you as you shook his hand.
"Definitely flashy. What can we do for you?"
You looked at Sanemi, a look of annoyance still on his face and smiled. He was so attractive.
"Actually. I just wanted to meet your friend over here. He caught my attention." You flirted so casually Tengen was awestruck. You were showcasing the most dazzling display of charms right now.
He looked at his comrade, then back to you. He couldn't believe someone as lovely as you would be interested in someone so rough like Sanemi. But he was all about romance. He'd help you out no problem.
"Oh, he is rather handsome once you look pass his rugged exterior and poor social skills."
"Watch it beef brain."
Tengen opened his arms in a told you so gesture."See what I mean?"
You couldn't help but laugh at this. You hadn't been around them for more than a minute and you could already see they bickered like this all the time.
"Sanemi has a lot of great qualities." Gyomei offered smiling.
"Oh I don't doubt that at all."
Your remark was delightful to Tengen. You had a mastery over words. You were so far out of Sanemi's league but Tengen was rooting for you anyway.
Sanemi on the other hand, unbeknownst to any of you was fighting back silly blushes. It's so childish to be affected in such a way. By a stranger no less. No matter how gorgeous he thought you were. He didn't have time for trivial pursuits.
"I'm busy. I-"
"You're not actually. Those sweet old ladies told me everything I needed to know. We're done for tonight, there's nothing we can do until tomorrow."
"What?" Sanemi practically snarled. "What do you mean we're done? There's-"
"Shh shh. Relax." Tengen cut him off. "Everything's fine, now don't keep the pretty lady waiting. Off you go." He gestured with his hands in a shooing motion for Sanemi to walk away with you.
Gyomei smiled and then politely bowed to you. "It was nice to meet you y/n. I look forward to seeing you again."
"Same to you Mr. Himejima." You bowed back.
As it turns out Sanemi didn't need to be told twice to move on. He put his hand in his pockets and began walking away.
You stood slightly lost on if you should follow. You wanted to but if he was walking away from you to actually get away that would be....awkward.
His deep voice called out once he was a few feet away from you. "You coming?"
A smile spread across your face as you took quick steps to close the distance between you.
"So, what should we do?"
"I'm hungry. I'm getting food." He said
"We're getting food then."
He didn't say anything else as he continued walking. Leaving you to fill the silence.
"Are you from around here?"
"No."
"Oh okay. Where do you live?"
"Why would I tell you that? You're a stranger."
"Hopefully not for long." You smiled at him even though he couldn't see you as he remained a step ahead of you.
He didn't respond, not even in his body language. You decided to just stay silent until you made it to your destination. Maybe you'll have a better gauge on how to get him to open up, when he's got food.
You made it to a large restaurant with many seats outside. It seemed to be a popular spot as it was almost full despite the time of night. You weren't really hungry but you didn't decline when he turned to look at you expectantly after he ordered his dishes.
"Do you come here often?"
"No."
"Okay. Do you live far from here?"
"Maybe."
"Okay. Are you enjoying your food?"
"I would be if you didn't ask so many questions."
"I'm sorry Mr....." you trailed off waiting for him to tell you his last name.
"Sanemi is fine." He answered
"He is." You smiled.
He ever so slightly paused. If you weren't watching him so closely you wouldn't have saw it.
"Are you..?"
"I am. Yes."
You were absolutely flirting with him and it made it easier for you if he knew that you were for sure.
He appeared pensive as he continued eating his food.
"Do you want me to stop?" You asked him. You wouldn't be able to promise him you'd stop but you would atleast be able to dial it back.
"I don't care."
"Good." You smiled. "So what brings you to this area?"
"Work."
"And now you're done, for tonight I mean."
"Apparently so."
"So, would you like to maybe get to know each other better?"
Sanemi stopped chewing his food and his eyes locked on yours.
5 seconds.
10 seconds.
15 seconds.
"No."
This did not phase you. His response did not throw off your advances.
"May I......offer some sort of....relief.....without you getting to know me?"
You worded your proposition differently. He didn't strike you as a man interested in dating. That was fine, you weren't either. You were however, interested in sleeping with him. Bedding him. Being bent over by him. All types of things flitted through your mind and you were ashamed of none.
It's been a long time. An even longer time since you've been attracted to anyone.
He was nothing short of tantalizing.
The scars on his handsome face, the scars on his exposed chest, his stormy eyes, his wind blown hair, his wide strong shoulders.
His brows furrowed just a little.
"No strings attached?"
"No strings."
For the first time he let his eyes rake over your body. His hurricane eyes trailed from your face down to your chest, stopping at your abdomen where the table had blocked off the rest of you.
"Okay."
It took work for you not to clap your hands together in excitement. There was nothing you could do about your smile though.
When he finished his dish he pulled yours over in front him before he obliterated your forgotten ramen.
"Thanks." You said with a sheepish smile.
"Mhm." He grunted between slurping the noodles down.
Once he stood so did you. You followed behind his staggering form as he returned the dishes to the stall, watching the way his back rippled beneath his thin kimono.
"Come on." He said before he started in the direction opposite of which you came. You didn't need to be told, you were already planning on it.
"Are we going to your house?" You asked after some time walked in silence.
"No. Too far."
"Oh." You replied.
"I'm lodging near by, that's where we're going." He answered.
"Oh."
"Mhm." He answered.
After about 5 minutes he guided you into a nice and quaint establishment. A small older woman was standing behind the desk. She bowed and smiled to you both as you entered. You gave a smile back as you walked past her to the stairs.
Sanemi stopped and held his large hand out to you before ascending. You placed your hand in his before stepping up.
You'd be lying if you said the small contact didn't have your heart racing already.
At the top of the stairs he let go of your hand, leading you down the hall to his room.
He slid the door open and stepped aside gesturing you in.
Once the door closed behind you, you felt more comfortable. You brain shut off those small pestering thoughts of "what ifs". Now wasn't the time to question what he may think, or if you would see him again. He was willing to give you something you've been craving, something he lit back up inside you tonight like a wildfire, all from a simple glance.
You had to make this memorable. The memories would probably be all you had for atleast another 8 months.
Sanemi walked over to his futon after removing his shoes. His kimono was still tied securely at his waist despite the gaping opening at his chest. When he turned to face you he grabbed onto his knot.
You followed suit by taking off your heels. But you remained by the door, atleast 7 feet away from him.
"Well?" Sanemi said as he untied his kimono and let it hang open.
You smiled at the new view in front of you. He was chiseled to perfection. Strong, sturdy, and amazing to look at.
A small sigh left your mouth as you admired him.
You reached for your zipper behind you. Hands holding the corners ready to unzip your dress before you spoke.
"Do you have any rules for me?"
He seemed surprised that you asked, but quickly covered it with his neutral expression he'd been wearing most of the night.
"No kissing."
"Okay." You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Do you have rules for me?" He asked.
Now it was your turn to be surprised. You're never asked that, and usually you get more rules.
"No." You answered. Your voice gave nothing away.
"Really?" He mused.
"Yep."
"Huh. If you say so." He responded as he took his kimono off completely. Now standing in his tightly wrapped fundoshi you had to work to keep yourself from drooling.
This style of underwear had a way of being unexpectedly erotic. Much more appealing then the bland briefs commonly found in America. Maybe it was the fact that his hips were exposed, providing more evidence of just how strong he was.
A sound between a chuckle and scoff left his mouth. "You just gonna stand there and drool or what lady?"
You laughed in response but did unzip your dress. You didn't say anything else as you let your calf length dress drop to the floor before stepping out of it.
Sanemi's face visibly went through a series of expressions. First shock, then awe, then lust, then admiration before finally settling back on his neutral expression.
Now standing in your all black lingerie, accompanied by your sheer black thigh highs, you slowly closed the distance between you.
You wasted no time in dropping to your knees before him. Giving a light tug on his underwear, by sliding your finger under the side laying on his hip, you asked "could you take these off for me?"
The way you looked up at him, a small fire blazing behind your eyes almost contrasting the soft and sweet tone in which you asked, has his breath hitching in his throat.
You were dangerous.
A very dangerous woman.
So seductive, with a voice to match, he understood whole heartedly why strangers were begging you to marry them.
He granted your wish swiftly, pulling them loose and throwing them to the side.
You didn't let yourself ogle at his large size, not wanting to tease. The other reason being that you really wanted him in your mouth. He was both endowed and beautiful. You were half way expecting him to be scarred here too but he wasn't.
Very gently you lifted his member before enclosing him in the warmth of your mouth. There was no reason to drag this out with teasing touches.
The quick gasp that came from Sanemi only served as encouragement to keep surprising him. With him mostly covered by your mouth you pushed him further back into your throat as your lips grazed around him closer to the base. You want desperately for him to fully be inside your mouth despite how difficult it was. You were breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, pushing forward until your nose touched him.
Then you sucked, letting your tongue rest on the underside of his shaft all the while sucking as you pulled back.
The way your mouth was tightly closed around him made him groan.
Fuck Sanemi thought. No one has ever tackled him this way. Always small licks, and little pecks to start, which is why he didn't enjoy it, usually diving right into sex, not wanting to even experience the disappointment that was supposed to be head. You however, oh you were a pleasant surprise.
He lowered his eyes to watch you as you worked. The constant suction on him, mixed with the warmth of your mouth, the slick of your saliva but the gentleness of your tongue had him seeing stars already. He watched as you continuously bobbed on him, taking him down your throat, and not once letting him slip out.
The longer he watched, the more he wished he would've sat down. You were making a mess on him and of him. It was difficult to hold himself up. He was stronger than this. He was no weakling. But his legs were trembling. He didn't know what to do with his hands either. He kept alternating between putting them behind his head, and on his hips. He didn't want to mess up your hair he didn't know if he should touch you or not.
God you were doing amazing. He's never been so blissfully conflicted before.
It didn't take long at all for him to cum down your throat. You didn't even flinch as you swallowed what he gave you. Only when you felt that he was done did you let him fall from your mouth.
To say Sanemi was shocked would be an understatement.
When you looked up at him you saw that he was frozen.
"You okay?" You ask quietly. He was pretty silent the whole time, had it not been for his body language you might have thought he didn't enjoy your performance.
He seemed to snap out of whatever reverie he was in and nodded his head, before clearing his throat and grunting a "uh huh." at you.
You smiled up at him before moving to stand up.
"I think I'll get going now." You said
His hand clamped around your wrist stopping you before you could turn away.
"Huh?" He asked. Despite the irritation and gruffness of his voice, you could see in his face that he had reached a point of drowsiness.
Smiling to yourself, not wanting to seem obnoxious or cocky, you repeated your statement. "I'm gonna go."
"Why?"
"You should sleep."
"I'm fine."
You cocked your head to the side as you gazed at him. Taking in his worn expression. Proud of yourself but also amused that he seemed to be in denial that you'd worn him out.
"You-"
"CAW- Sanemi, you have been summoned- CAW Your pres-"
"Oh for fucks sake!" Sanemi blared out.
"Is that crow talking?" You pointed at the window where the bird had perched on the sill.
"Yeah." He sighed, letting go of your wrist. "I've gotta go."
"Sure." You nodded taking a step back.
You both got dressed. He moved very quickly despite seeming drained a few seconds ago.
He led you down the stairs and back outside. Before parting ways he said "thanks um...for the...you know."
You couldn't help but giggle at how low he said it. Like he was embarrassed.
"My pleasure." You winked at him before you turned away with a final wave at him.
Sure your night hadn't gone exactly how you thought it would but you still had fun. You've met the finest man you ever seen and you'd surely never forget this night. You did hear a bird talk after all. And you met a humongous man, who may or may not be blind and cries when he talks. And another large man with almost fuschia colored eyes that was so overly confident.
Definitely an unforgettable night.
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"You look rather.....unusual."
Glancing down at your attire, you laughed. You had opted for the least flattering outfit you owned for your "date" tonight. It was poop brown and basically a potato sack.
"It's not going to help." Brass said as he lowered his book to look at you and Frank.
"Why not?" Frank asked.
"Because, look at her ass."
You and Frank both looked at your derrière. You sighed just as Frank said "oh." Scratching his head.
The fabric was quite a bit tighter in that area; much to your dismay.
"Wear some of my clothes." Muddy chimed in.
"That might not help." Brass laughed. "That might be kinda hot."
"Yeah any other time but not to him. Seeing your woman in another man's clothes?" Muddy shuddered dramatically.
"Yeah you're right. That'll turn him off." Frank agreed with a nod of his head.
"I'm not his woman-"
"Tell him not me." Muddy winked at you.
Rolling your eyes playfully you began walking to his room. "Give me the ugliest stuff you got."
"I don't own anything ugly woman!" He said as he followed you.
After you finished dressing you headed out to the restaurant the guy told you to meet him at after your performance over an hour ago.
Inside you saw him sitting at a table looking dapper. You felt bad that he had dressed up so nicely. Your stomach began to twist in knots as you approached the table. His eyes snapped up to meet yours as you approached. A smile spreading across his face.
You couldn't do this. You really couldn't.
"Hi." You said taking your seat down on the pillow.
"Hello. You look amazing. You make menswear look good." He slightly giggled.
Oh no. He likes it. Now you're gonna have to resort to being a gross eater.
As the night progressed you learned that he was not the least phased by you chewing loudly and with an open mouth. You were sure to make a mess as well. It still didn't bother him.
By the end of the night he was still smitten with you. The knots from earlier twisted and turned even more fiercely as you knew you had to let him down again.
"I really enjoyed dinner sir-"
"Please, call me Kenji."
"Kenji." You paused and took a breath. "I can't be with you. And I can't marry you. I'm sorry."
His face dropped but he began to nod slowly. "You're already spoken for right?"
You were a terrible liar so you couldn't even just nod. "No, I...I just am not interested. No offense to you, I'm just not a relationship kind of person. I wouldn't be any good to you."
A light laugh left him. "I highly doubt that, but I understand."
"I'm sorry."
"No no. Don't be. I heard you last night, but I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't try. I'm sorry for badgering you. You're just so......perfect."
You clasped your fingers together in your lap. You weren't usually bashful but you were kind of bad at taking compliments. Especially in this situation.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Thank you for having dinner with me."
"Yeah, you're welcome. Thanks for treating me."
"Anytime." Kenji answered.
After your goodbyes, and a hug, which Kenji definitely lingered in, you started to walk home.
Per usual there were tons of people out in this district, giving you a lot to observe. There were Oirans out with customers and many men looking for places to drink. It was so lively and you loved it. This area in particular reminded you of home, minus all of the things to be fearful of at home, this place was safer.
When you made it home you paused, noticing a familiar head of wind blown hair leaning against the wall outside.
Your heartbeat picked up in your chest and your breath caught in your throat when his eyes found yours.
"Hey Sanemi." You smiled despite the tiny panic you were having internally.
He nodded in greeting. "What are you wearing?" His stormy eyes glossed over you from head to toe.
"Oh, I tried to look unappealing for this date I just left."
"And how did that work out for you?"
You laughed as you remembered Kenji's words. "Didn't go as planned."
He nodded once. "I can imagine."
You smiled at him, your turn now to look at his appearance.
He was dressed less formally, in a uniform of some kind, however his chest was still exposed. A white jacket sat on top. At his hip you noticed a sword.
You were curious now. Was he a....samurai?
"What's that for?" You pointed loosely at his sword.
"Work."
"What do you do?"
"Kill."
To say you weren't taken aback would be a lie. Something about the way he said it had an edge to it that was a bit discomforting. You weren't going to ask for further clarification though. You didn't even want to know any more. All of the scars you seen on his body, including the obvious ones on his face told you well enough you shouldn't ask questions.
You just hoped he was a good guy.
"Okay." You answered carefully. No tone to your voice.
He cocked an eyebrow at you but didn't say anything about it. He changed the topic. "Are you in for the night?"
"I am."
"Good. We have unfinished business."
That's all it took really. You grew incredibly libidinous, eager to pick up where you left off before you were interrupted last night.
"Oh. Is that why you're here?"
"Yes."
"Great." You smiled at him before moving past him to your door. You hoped the guys weren't home. Not that you cared; you all have brought people over before and heard things you didn't want to, but it would be your first time doing so in Japan. They would be more nosey than usual.
Inside, you lead him up to your room. Happy to hear it was quiet, meaning they couldn't be home, it's never quiet here.
As soon as you stepped into your room, Sanemi removed his sword, sitting it beside your door as you closed it. He removed his white jacket and turned to you, who was just staring at him.
He took in your attire once more. "I'm going to assume these aren't yours." He gestured to your clothes.
"You assume correctly." You nodded.
"And do they have some sort of significance to you?"
You honestly had to think about it now that he asked. You could see and feel where this was going, but for the sake of Muddy you nodded.
"Then you'll want to remove them quickly, before I tear them off." The look in his eyes changed like a light switch. A strong fire blazed behind them as he spoke to you.
That coupled with the deep honey of his voice; you were his to command. You did as you were told, undoing the buttons of the shirt in record time. You did not miss the way he took his bottom lip in between his teeth as you revealed your undergarments. Once the shirt was on the floor, you undid the button and zipper of the slacks, letting them fall to the floor easily.
You stood before him now in only your brown lace teddy, and sheer thigh highs with matching lace at the top.
He closed the gap between you, his large scarred hand coming up to touch the strap of your garment.
"What's this? You wore something similar underneath your dress last night."
He was holding the thin strap between his thumb and forefinger as he looked down at your chest.
"It's lingerie. This one is called a teddy."
"Hm. How do I take it off?" He asked as he peered over your shoulder, looking down to your backside.
Internally you were blushing but outwardly you were fine. Boldly you took hold of his wrist, pushing his hand away from you, the one holding your strap, signaling for him to pull the strap down your arm.
"You just pull it down." You said.
Sanemi hated the way you were looking up at him with so much wanton desire and that tiny smile; no— smirk, on your face.
You were sexy. And you knew it.
He hated it.
Because it made his heart race in a way he's never felt before.
He brought his other hand up to the left strap, ready to pull it down when a knocking sounded from your window. However, it was in a pattern or harmony.
A guttural sound left Sanemi's throat as he threw his head back in irritation.
"You have got to be shitting me." He said.
He removed his hands from your clothes and walked over to the window, sliding it open quickly.
That same bird, the unusual talking one reported something to Sanemi. You didn't catch it as you were thinking about how he was too busy to even have sex! No wonder he was grumpy. It made perfect sense.
He stomped over to the door after slamming the window shut. He put his sword back on his hip.
"I have to go." He spoke gruffly, his voice lower due to his anger.
"I see. I'll walk you out." You quickly pulled your pants back on before leading Sanemi down the stairs.
At the front door you opened it and stepped aside. "It was nice to see you again. Try to have a goodnight."
"Yeah. You too." He grumbled before stepping outside. Making you smile to yourself.
It felt good to know he wanted it just as bad as you. Hopefully one day you'll both get what you craved.
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