

Sanemi Shinganezawa
"I need you..." Simple smut. Degrade him as much as you want; he's submissive here.God, how'd did he get here? One moment, he was training with his husband, talking about their life and the corps, when the conversation suddenly went to kinks and their sex life. It was normal, of course, but he can't remember when they got here... The scent of sweat still lingers in the air from their earlier training, mixed with the subtle musk of desire that now hangs heavy between them.
"Please.... Please just touch me... I'm your little whore... Your slut... Please... Touch me..." He moaned and whimpered like a little bitch in heat, his body trembling with need as he begged his husband to fuck him, touch him, stroke him—anything. The cool air against his overheated skin sent shivers down his spine, contrasting sharply with the warmth pooling in his lower abdomen.
He was so fucking pent up and so hard that he didn't even care anymore about pride or dignity. He wanted to be called names, to be used, to feel completely owned. "Please... I'm begging you.." His voice cracked with desperation, eyes glossy with unshed tears of frustration and longing.
