Sweet Tears

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Visiting Sae with new lingerie

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18+ content ahead Sae itoshi x Fem reader wc:1.2k

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You had just flown all the way from Japan to Spain to see your boyfriend, Sae Itoshi. After months of only seeing him through a screen on FaceTime, he was finally standing right in front of you. You looked around the beautiful penthouse, taking it in person for the first time—the warm, yellow glow of the lights, the impossibly high ceilings, and the faint hum of the city sprawling below.

Sae leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms. "So, I take it you like it?" You turned to him, your face lighting up. "Are you kidding me? This is amazing."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he shook his head. "Alright. Let me shower, and then we can order some food," he said, turning to walk toward the bathroom.

But you had other plans. You walked into his large bedroom, the bathroom only a few feet away where the sound of the shower was already running. You had been thinking about this the entire flight.

Digging through your suitcase, you pulled it out: a deep red babydoll lingerie set. It was a sheer, lightweight mesh that split completely open down the front, held together only by a single clasp just beneath a plunging lace neckline. You had never worn anything like this before and, in all honesty, you were nervous as hell.

But you hadn't bought it for nothing.

Slowly, you peeled off your clothes and slipped on the lingerie, watching the loose, sheer skirt fall softly around your hips.

You looked in the full-length mirror and took a deep breath. You looked good. Still, a quiet doubt crept in, making you wonder if he would think it looked weird on you.

Walking over to his bed, you sat on the edge and waited impatiently for him to come back into the room. You didn't even know how to sit. Thoughts flooded your mind, Should I do a sexy pose? Flip my hair? but in the end, you just sat there, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

Moments later, he emerged from the bathroom. His usual styled bangs were down, his damp hair clung to his forehead, and a single towel was wrapped around his waist. Immediately, your heart started pounding twice as fast. Sae paused the second he saw you sitting there, looking soft and vulnerable in the deep red lace.

You gulped, trying desperately to play it cool despite your nerves. "So, um... how was your shower?"

He didn't answer right away, his gaze locking onto you as he slowly walked closer. He stopped right in front of you, towering over the edge of the bed. "Good," he said, though his voice sounded completely detached from the word. He wasn't actually paying attention, he was fascinated, this was entirely new.

Reaching down, Sae ran his fingers up your bare arm, the contrast of his cool skin sending a shiver through you. He slid one of his slender fingers right under the thin strap of the lingerie. "This is new," he said blatantly.

A faint blush rushed to your cheeks, and you swallowed hard. "Yeah... well, I wanted to surprise you. But honestly, I just feel silly."

He raised a single eyebrow. "Silly?"

You gave a small nod, instinctively dropping your gaze to the floor. Before you could look away completely, Sae's fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"You don't look silly," he said, his voice dropping into that commanding, unbothered tone. "Stop that. And look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Get off the bed and go stand in front of the mirror. Now."

His tone made your stomach do flips. You didn't need to be told twice. Quickly, you walked over to the full-length mirror, met with your beautiful reflection.

Sae walked up right behind you, his hands slowly tracing up the sides of your bare arms. "Take those panties off. Slowly," he murmured against your ear, his warm breath sending intense shivers down your spine.

With shaking hands, you reached under the sheer red mesh, carefully sliding the panties down your legs until they pooled completely at your feet.

"Good girl," he murmured against your skin. In one fluid motion, his palms pressed into your shoulders, arching your spine forward and ripping an unexpected gasp from your lips. You didn't even hear the towel hit the floor. all you felt was his cock pushing inside you without warning.

"Sae!" you whined, your voice cracking. It had been months, nearly a year since you last felt him like this, and your mind completely went fuzzy, forgetting how good he stretched you out.

He adjusted his grip with ease, his right hand locking around your wrist to pin it back while his other palm pressed heavily into your shoulder. "Fuck," he muttered, a low rasp vibrating against your skin as his bangs draped forward, shadowing his sharp eyes. He stared down at where he was buried inside you, "missed this sweet pussy."

You let out a breathless gasp as his tip ground right against your cervix, your pussy tightening around his length. Sae didn't give you a second to adjust. a satisfied look crosses his sharp features, "Let me show you just how pretty you look," he rasped low against your skin, his hips immediately snapping forward to drive deep inside you right in front of the mirror.

Sae watched your expression twist in pure pleasure, his gaze dropping to follow the brutal visual of his cock burying itself deep inside you with every heavy thrust forward, making your tits bounce relentlessly in the thin fabric over and over.

"Who's a pretty girl?" he muttered against your neck, he buried himself to the hilt on a particularly deep thrust, forcing a pornographic moan from you, making white spots flash in your vision. You were too far gone to respond. your face in the mirror was completely ruined. mascara running down your flushed cheeks, and your mouth hung helplessly open.

when you didn't answer right away, his pace suddenly ground to a torturous halt. "I said... who's a pretty girl?" he repeated, his cyan eyes pinning yours in the reflection. You sucked in a breathy gasp. "Me! I'm—I'm a pretty girl!" you whined. "yeah you are" he murmured, ruthlessly slamming back into his rapid pace.

his dick was soaked in pre-cum and juices making your pussy squelch relentlessly. You felt so tight and warm around him, making his brain lose all train of thought.

He felt the way you gripped around his throbbing length —the familiarity of you being about to cum. Your legs shook, barely able to support your weight, and you could only stand because of his iron grip. "Cum for me, soak my dick," he groaned heavily, his chest flushing hard against your back as he felt his own release near.

You couldn't even force out a word. A broken wail tore from your throat as he drove ruthlessly deep, stuffing you full while relentlessly bullying your g-spot. your entire body went limp, gushing around his dick, heavy slick ran down your thighs and puddled onto the floor.

You felt his girth throb inside you, he throws his head back and quickly followed right after with a choked groan, hips jerking erratic while pumping his thick load into you.

A breathless gasp left your lips as he slid out of you, your knees immediately buckling until he caught your weight. Holding your shaking body still, he turned you around to face him. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a smudge of ruined mascara. "Beautiful" he murmured.

Big boy Barou has a size kink

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18+ content ahead Shoei Barou x fem reader

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Your boyfriend was built on a different scale. Countless hours in the gym and intense field practices had paid off, sculpting his body into a breathtaking physique of lean, powerful muscle. Naturally, it came with a bit of a size kink. Standing at 6'2" of pure, solid muscle, he made you look and feel like a tiny, delicate bunny by comparison.

When you wore those tiny pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt of his, it drove him completely insane. Because he was Barou, he strictly scolded himself every time he got worked up over something so simple. But fuck. You just looked too damn adorable.

Currently, Barou had you in a deep mating press, legs thrown over his beefy shoulders, hands gripping his muscular arms while his hips thrusted down into you. His usual slicked-up hair was completely down, falling into soft, silky black locks that were impeccably maintained. A few loose strands fell effortlessly across his face.

"Shoo... c-can't take it," you whined. Your voice was entirely raw, cracking under the weight of every breathy moan you'd let slip.

His meaty cock split you open impeccably right, your poor cunt was stretched so taut around him that it left you breathless.

"You can take it," he groaned raggedly, the words grinding out of his throat. "Fuck... take all of me, princess." He was so bent on making sure you took every last inch of him and rearranging your guts around.

A string of drool spilled from your lips and trickled down your chin, your brain entirely short-circuiting into a fuzzy haze. He was balls deep inside of you and wasn't taking an inch out anytime soon. no matter how much you begged. His cock was completely soaked in your gushy juices.

The wet squelching of your pussy was obscene, loud enough to drown out your pathetic whimpers. Barou let out another loud groan, his veiny hands gripping your plush thighs tighter, shifting his hips just right so that his fat tip bullied your g-spot relentlessly.

His sheer size created a distinct, visible bulge against your tummy. "Look at that—taking me so deep like the good girl you are." He slid his hand down pressing his palm directly against the swelling to force you to feel just how completely he filled you.

You didn't even have to look—you could feel every single inch of him. Honestly, you were too fucked out of your mind to form a coherent response. He didn't let that slide. Forcing your head up, his fingers clamped around your chin to hold you still, abruptly freezing his thrusts. "Look now," he ordered roughly.

You whimper and force open your eyes—his dick still impaled deep inside you, you look down and see exactly where he was in your tummy. He tweaked his hips so his print pressed up into you, becoming more visible. "So, ngh... deep, Shoei..." you let out a broken whine.

"Yeah I am," he growled, the possessive edge in his voice cutting right through your daze. "Don't ever forget who owns this pussy." Before you could even process the words, he rolled his hips back into you with punishing, relentless thrusts.

A loud moan tore from your throat as you felt him bottoming out against the deepest parts of you. His heavy hands gripped your thighs again, anchoring you as that familiar knot coiled tight in your lower stomach. You were right on the peak, your climax on the absolute verge of spilling over.

He knew you were close. He felt the way your walls were clenching vise tight around his length giving you away entirely, your limbs turning to putty as you lost the strength to do anything but take him.

"Babe, baby—I'm, I'm cumming!" you whined. "Cum for me now," he growled rawly, his teeth gritting as his own release threatened to snap what little control he had left.

Your whole body locked up and you came so hard you saw fuzzy dots in your vision, gushing slick that soaked the sheets. He followed right after with a ragged groan, hips jerking while he pumped his thick load into you, so much it seeped out of your abused pussy and down the back of your thighs.

He collapses against your shoulder, carefully holding his massive frame up so he doesn't crush you as he catches his breath in your ear. When he finally shifts to look at you face-to-face, a satisfied smirk crosses his lips at how completely flushed and disheveled you are. He reaches up, tenderly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Let's run you a bath."

You catch your daughter doing her eyeliner like Shidou’s

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Ryusei Shidou X Fem reader

Sfw

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The bathroom door was cracked open just enough to let light spill into the hallway. You paused mid-step.

“…Why is it so quiet again?”

That alone was suspicious.

Then—

“…mm… almost…”

Your daughter’s voice echoed from the bathroom, focused and careful.

Your stomach dropped a little.

“…No way.”

You pushed the door open slowly— and froze.

Standing on a little stool in front of the mirror, your daughter held your eyeliner with intense concentration, tongue slightly sticking out as she dragged it across her eyelid.

Sharp. Winged. Bold. Way too bold for a toddler.

You blinked. “…Okay—first of all—how did you even get up there?”

She gasped, turning toward you like she’d just been caught mid-heist.

“Mama!!”

You stepped closer quickly, gently steadying her before she could wobble. “Careful, careful—hey—don’t move with that in your hand.”

She held still immediately, obedient for once.

“…Did you do all of that yourself?” you asked, eyeing the eyeliner.

She nodded proudly. “Like Papa!”

You paused. Then looked closer. And there it was. Not just eyeliner. Not random scribbles. But that distinct, sharp, slightly dramatic style—thick at the edges, flicked outward with way too much attitude for someone so small.

Your lips twitched.

“…You’re copying him.”

“I pretty!” she declared.

“You are pretty,” you said, taking the eyeliner gently from her hand before she decided to line her entire face. “But you’re also very much not allowed to do this alone.”

Behind you, footsteps approached.

Shidou.

He leaned against the doorway casually, arms crossed—then stopped when he actually looked.

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“…What the hell?” he said, eyebrows lifting.

Your daughter lit up instantly. “Papa! Look!!”

She pointed dramatically at her eyes. “I same!”

Shidou pushed off the doorway, stepping closer with slow, amused curiosity. His sharp gaze scanned her face—taking in the uneven wing, the slightly smudged edge…

…and the effort.

A grin spread across his face. “…Oi,” he laughed under his breath. “You serious right now?”

“She did it herself,” you added, already bracing for his reaction.

Instead of scolding he crouched down.

“…Not bad,” he admitted, tilting his head as he examined her work. “A little messy… but the shape’s there.”

Your daughter gasped like she’d just been knighted. “Good?!”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “Real good.”

You stared at him. “Don’t encourage her—”

Too late.

She puffed up proudly.

Then squinted at him.

“…Papa better.”

He blinked. “…What?”

Before either of you could react, she reached for your hand where you were still holding the eyeliner.

“Oh no—” you started.

Too slow.

She grabbed it and turned right back to him.

“Stay still,” she commanded.

You covered your mouth.

Shidou barked out a laugh. “The hell—? You think you can fix mine?”

She nodded seriously.

“…Tch. Alright,” he said, leaning down anyway. “Show me what you got.”

You stared. “You’re unbelievable.”

He shot you a grin. “Relax. Kid’s got talent.”

With full concentration, she reached up, tiny hand steadying against his cheek as she added an extra line—slightly crooked, definitely unnecessary.

“There!” she said.

Shidou pulled back, blinking once. “…Yeah?” he asked, looking at you.

You tried—tried—not to laugh. “…You look…enhanced.”

He smirked. “Damn right.”

Your daughter clapped then she turned to you.“Mama too!”

You immediately shook your head. “Absolutely not—”

She was already reaching. You sighed, “…Fine. But if I look ridiculous—”

“You will,” Shidou cut in, grinning.

“Not helping.”

A moment later, you felt the cool glide of eyeliner against your skin. When she finished, she leaned back, inspecting all three of you with bright, satisfied eyes.

“Mama and papa same!!”

There was a pause, then Shidou laughed—low, amused, but softer than usual.

“…Yeah,” he said, reaching out to pull both of you closer, one arm easily wrapping around you while the other ruffled her hair.

“Guess we are.”

Your daughter giggled, completely proud of herself.

And you couldn’t help but smile.

Because messy or not…it felt right.

‘Ichi boy begs for his mommy <3

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18+ content ahead 
[AU]
Yoichi Isagi x dom fem reader


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It was a day like any other. Isagi pushed through the apartment door after practice, the faint scent of sweat and grass still clinging to him. He disappeared into the bathroom, and not long after, the soft rush of water echoed through the walls.

When he returned, his hair still damp and a loose shirt hanging off his frame, he dropped onto the couch with a quiet exhale. The cushions dipped under his weight, his body finally unwinding after hours on the field.

You didn’t hesitate.

You slid into his lap like it was second nature, settling there as if that spot had always belonged to you.

He blinked, surprised for only a second before his hands found your waist, steady and warm.

“O-oh—h-hey there, princess…” he stammers, clearly caught off guard, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as his hands hesitate before settling on your waist.

“Hi, ’Ichi,” you murmur back softly.

“Long practice today, hm?” you ask softly, a small pout tugging at your lips as you gently run your fingers through his still-damp hair, almost like you’re babying him.

He exhales a quiet, tired sound, shoulders loosening as he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes fluttering for a second. His hands tighten just a little at your waist, grounding himself in you.

“Y-yeah… coach really killed us today," he mumbles, nodding like a tired little kitten.

“Aww… my poor baby, you work so, so hard,” you coo, your voice dripping with softness as you continue to play with his hair, gently rocking in his lap like you’re soothing him.

He lets out a small, shaky breath at that, the praise hitting him harder than he expects. A quiet, embarrassed whine slips past his lips before he can stop it, his face flushing deeper as he ducks his head slightly.

“D-don’t say it like that…” he mumbles, even as his grip on you tightens, completely giving in to the comfort you’re giving him.

You laugh softly, fingers still threading through his hair, the gentle rocking of your hips growing steadier.

“Want mommy to make you feel better?” you murmur, voice warm against his ear.

His breathing stutters, the word sending a jolt of heat down his spine. The last threads of his fragile resolve snap instantaneously, replaced by a hot wave of desire and submission.

He nods his head before burying his face in the crook of your neck, he breaths out a shaky whimper into your skin: "mhm."

Your fingers tighten in his hair as you give a firm tug, pulling his head back until his eyes meet yours again, leaving no room for him to look away. “Tell me what you want, ’Ichi,” you murmur, your voice soft but laced with quiet authority.

A strained quiver leaves his lips, his hair slipping through your fingers as he lets himself be manhandled, willingly. The sharp tug only makes him dizzier, his head already in a complete daze. His neck is flushed, eyes hooded, and he's breathing like he's just run a mile. He looks ruined already and you haven't even done anything yet.

"W-want..." he whispers, voice shaky. "W-want you so bad, Mommy."

The way he submitted under your touch ignited a fire of arousal in the pit of your stomach. So when he was fully bottomed out in you? It was no surprise.

He lets out a sharp, strangled noise as the head of his cock drags through your slick folds. His hands grip your waist hard enough that he might leave prints.

"P-princess," he chokes out, his hips jerking upward on instinct, chasing friction like a man starved.

“That’s not my name,” you say, your voice rough and unsteady, yet leaving no room for argument.

"Mommy- c-cant," he immediately corrects himself. A broken whimper leaves him as he watches the way his cock disappears into you inch by inch–his self control hanging on by a thread.

You throw your head back when you sink down onto him, his meaty cock stretching you out while his fat tip pokes against your cervix making you see stars.

"S-shit," he sobs, "Mommy... y-you feel so good." His cock twitches inside you, his whole body trembling just from feeling you around him.

The moment you started to move just slightly, Isagi's head tipped back and a cute, helpless sound came from his lips "Agh-" he bit his bottom lip. "S-so warm and so- mph W-Wet.."

Your walls were clenching around his throbbing dick deliciously, waiting to get used to the familiar stretch. You started moving slowly, as he clung to you, hands gripping your waist helplessly. Feeling him twitch so deeply in you causes a moan to be ripped from your throat. You start your pace off slow and rhythmic, barely easing off of him before thrusting your hips back down.

The pace picks up, erratic bounces with the focus of nothing more than to make you both feel good. "Mommy, p-please, c-cant last much–ngh–longer!" Isagi whimpers breathlessly, going dumb from how good you're making him feel.

"Shh" you whisper bitting your bottom lip, your hand coming up to caress his cheek. "Be a good boy and take it, hah– wanna milk this sweet cock."

He nods shakily, lips trembling as he utters a "m'yes, yes mommy" that makes you clench around him. He's such a beautiful mess. you loved seeing him like this, all teary eyed with sweat clinging to his messy hair. The way he begs you to use him sends electricity straight to your sopping pussy.

Your hips slide up to the leaking tip of his pink cock, strings of your gushy juices leading from your hole. he twitches, shivering at the cool air exposed on his shaft, he moans softly once you connect your lips with his. Your tongue slides under his bottom lip then forces into his mouth meeting with his tongue. You sink back down on his throbbing cock making the both of you moan into each others hot, wet, mouths–neither of you wanting to break the kiss.

Both of you are so lost in the need for each other that you don't notice when his hips start bucking up to meet yours, his heavy balls smacking into the underside of your ass with each thrust. His arms find their way wrapping around your waist getting a firm grasp on you, his new grasp allowing his fat tip to reach new depths of your soaked cunt.

Your head dips to the side of his neck, tongue licking from his ear and swirling at the base of his neck. His head spins, fucked-out mind unable to comprehend anything but his need for you and how badly he wants to cum.

"hah- mommy, s-so close–" he chokes out, your hips slamming down quicker to match his pace. "P-please c-can I -mph- cum in you?"

"Yes, mm- be a good boy and c-cum in mommy's pussy," you manage to whisper out even though he's hitting your g-spot hard with every thrust upwards. "F-fuck 'ichi- you make hah- me feel so good" you babble.

He chocks a full body shudder wracking through him as you squeeze vise tight around his needy cock. He gives one last rough thrust upwards, ripping a pornographic moan from you. You were cut off by your sudden orgasm, pussy spasming around his thick cock and coating his abdomen in your squirt.

The feeling of your juices dripping down his balls and your gummy walls calming down hard around his sensitive length send him into his own orgasm and washing his vision white. "M-Mommy!" he wails, voice cracking on the word, "C-cumming!" His release hits him like a freight train–hot and pulsing deep inside you as he loses all semblance of control. You feel his warmth spreading in your insides, creamy thick ropes of cum making you feel fuller than before.

He collapses into the couch–exhaling a sound that's half a sigh half a shudder when he pulls his half hard dick out of your icky pussy, looking up at you with spent needy eyes. You smile caressing his cheek, fingertips grazing his soft skin, as you move strands of messy hair back into place.

“Feel better?” you murmur, your voice still soft and slightly breathless. He nods cheeks still flush, a shaky exhale leaving him. “Yeah… thanks.”

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Sucking off Aiku before a match

Late night backshots in Spain with Sae

You catch your daughter doing her eyeliner like Shidou’s

Big boy Barou has a size kink

Sucking off Aiku before a match

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18+ content ahead

Oliver Aiku x fem reader

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Both of you sat in the parked car behind the stadium, Aiku already in his kit and ready for the game. He had been insisting you give him a little good luck charm to make him play better— which happened to be a blowjob.

So here you were bending across your seat to get a good position over him. You tugged the waistband down just enough—his cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking, the fat head flushed dark. You salivated instantly–mouth watering so fast you had to swallow hard. You've seen his cock many times before, but it never failed to make you weak in the knees every time. He was thick. Veined. Perfect. The kind of cock that made your thighs clench just looking at it.

Aiku’s hand slid into your hair, “Open up for me, love.”

You hesitate for a second-two-before leaning in and taking him slow. Your tongue flattens and you lick a long strip from the base of his cock all the way up to his leaking pink tip–the thick liquid salty yet so sweet. Aiku's abs flexed; his breath hitched and he let out a low groan. "Fuuck...thats it."

You hollowed your cheeks and sank down further, lips stretching wide around his girth. You bobbed your head up and down his meaty cock, only going halfway as you let the spit slick him up. One of his large hands reaches over and smacks your ass through your jeans, making you whimper around his thickness–the vibration traveling straight up his spine.

You pulled off with a wet pop. Looked up at him–lips shiny, chin wet. "Babe," you whispered, stroking him with both hands now, slick with spit and precum. "You're dripping everywhere."

He looked down at you, his heterochromatic eyes half-lidded, his usual grin tugging at his lips. "What can I say? my girl is so good too me."

You take him deeper–inch by inch–lips stretching wide around his girth until the head nudges the back of your throat. He groans and his fingers thread through your hair again, you pull back slowly, letting your lips drag along every ridge, every vein, until only the head remains trapped between your lips. You swirl your tongue again–circling around his flush tip, flicking the underside–then sink down once more, deeper this time until your nose brushes against his v-line.

"Fuck–yes," he breaths, his hips twitching under you. "Just like that love, take it all."

You obey instantly. You hollow your cheeks harder, one hand comes up to brace on his beefy thigh–feeling the muscle jump under your palm, while the other wraps around what can't fit in your mouth. Your hand strokes him–matching the pace with your bobs. Obscene wet sounds of slick fill the car every time you pull back and plunge forward again.

Aiku's breathing came out rough and uneven–head thrown back against the cushiony seat. His tongue slid over his bottom lip wetting the lower half. He felt like he was in the clouds, the way you make his brain all fuzzy of pure bliss.

Your eyes widen when he pushes your head all the way down, smooshing your lips into his lower abdomen. Your throat tenses and you choke out a strained gag–followed by his shaky chuckle that escaped through a groan, "Mm– choke on that dick baby."

He keeps a firm grasp in your hair, holding your head down while he began to thrust upward into your throat. Each thrust nudging the head of his cock against the soft back of your throat. The stretch is sudden, overwhelming– your throat enclosing around the intrusion, tears spill freely now, tracking hot down your cheeks, but you don't fight them. Your hands clutch his thighs, nails digging into the built muscle–as he holds himself there, buried to the hilt.

He savors the way your throat feels around him, the way your tongue presses flat against his cock. Only you had this effect on him. His mouth is slightly parted while rough groans spill out, chest heaving rapidly.

He pulls your head off–strings of saliva dripping from your mouth, he only lets you take in one breath before smooshing you back down deeper and deeper– his cock bullying your throat once more.

His pace quickens, faster, harder, more insistent. He fucks your throat in deep thrusts, hips snapping upwards until he's grinding against your face, holding himself buried to the hilt for long seconds at a time.

"agh- f-fuck gonna cum," his voice cracks.

One final, deep thrust upwards and then his cock is pulsing hot and thick in your throat. Thick ropes of salty cum flood your mouth and spill down your throat. Then he lets go of your hair, pulling out with a wet sound, leaving your lips swollen, your throat raw and a string of spit mixed with cum connecting you to his flushed tip.

You wipe your mouth, adjusting yourself in your seat as if nothing just happened. He tucks his cock back in the waistband of his shorts letting out a rough exhale, a grin spreading across his face. "Mm, best good luck charm ever. Might need that more often."

You look at him, your eyes narrowing as you shoot him a glare. "Absolutely not."

Late night back shots in Spain with, Sae <3

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18+ Content Ahead

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The tall windows of the elegant apartment stood open, letting the crisp Spanish night air drift through the rooms in slow, cooling waves. The only light throughout the loft was from a tall lamp that made the atmosphere have a warm homey feeling.

Sae had won yet another match tonight, netting five of the goals himself. It wasn’t anything remarkable by his standards - just another quiet display of the talent everyone had come to expect from him.

The windows to your shared bedroom were cracked open, letting the warm night air slip inside and settle softly against your skin. The distant hush of the city drifted in with it — muted traffic, faint voices, the occasional hum of life below. A single candle on the nightstand flickered gently, casting unsteady shadows across the walls and bathing the room in a soft, golden glow.

Sae was standing at the foot of the bed, one hand gripping your hair while the other fisted the plump flesh of your ass. His cock filled your tight needy cunt, your hole stretched just right to fit him.

You were thrusting backwards onto him- rightfully taking what’s yours. His movements meet yours halfway, his hips thrusting into you each time your body move back onto his.

*Plap Plap Plap*

Your sweet cunt squelches each time your hips fucks backwards onto his meaty cock. His thick pink tip poking against your cervix making you see stars.

“Fuuck yes, keep throwing that ass back for me,” Sae murmurs, his voice roughened and low, each word slipping out between faint, uneven breaths.

He’s always had a thing for your ass, so perfect and plump- the way it filled out your jeans and swayed in those sundresses you wore.

You whimper at the sound of his low velvety voice-you swear his voice alone could make you cum.

“Sae, m’so f-full,” your delicate voice trembles.

One of his hands comes down and gives your ass a harsh Smack! You let out a soft yelp from the unexpected hit. The force of his palm causing your movements on his cock to falter. You could feel the sting on the soft skin of your ass, which is now turning a faint blush red.

“You take this dick so good for me.” Sae’s husky voice murmurs between ragged breaths.

He notices the subtle shift in your movements, the way your energy starts to waver, and decides to take initiative. His hands slide to your hips, gripping them firmly as he steadies you.

“Hold still” he roughly commands.

You immediately comply- it was almost like your body automatically submitted at his voice. He pulls out all the way then roughly slams into you- smooshing his hips all the way against your ass. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. “Sae!”

“Shut up and take this dick like the good girl you are.”

His grip on your hips tightens and he starts driving his cock into you relentlessly. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it, just straight pounding.

You grip the sheets below you, your mouth hung agape- eyes rolling to the back of your head. There was something so satisfying about the way he fucked you stupid.

You manage to look over your shoulder to get a glance at his sexy face. His bangs had fallen over his eyes, brows furrowed as he kept drilling his cock into your soaked cunt, completely concentrated. His cyan eyes wild and glassy, never stopping the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.

His voice cracked into a loud groan when you clenched around him on purpose, walls fluttering tight and milking him hard. the wet squelching of your pussy was obscene, loud enough to drown out your whimpers, every pull out making more slick bubble up and drip down his dick in thick strings.

“S-Sae, ngh- gonna cum!”

He groans raggedly through a hitched breath, “cum for me now.”

You couldn’t even answer. just wailed when he ground deeper and stayed there, impaling you full of his dick, pulsing hot while bullying your g-spot until your whole body locked up and you came so hard you saw white, your pussy clenching vise-tight around him, gushing slick that soaked his balls and the sheets.

“shiiit— good girl- fuck!” he followed right after with a choked groan, hips jerking erratic while he pumped his thick load into you, so much it overflowed immediately and spilling out in warm spurts around his shaft, dripping down your thighs and ruining everything even more in hot sticky waves.

He pulled out with a wet *plop* his cock soaked with your gushy juices and his thick cum.

“Come clean up your mess” he says commandingly.

You get on all fours, turning around so his dick is now straight in front of your face. You look up at him and meet his low cyan eyes- pure of full bliss.

He grips your hair his fingers twisting in the soft locks. “Clean me up.”

You lick up from the base all the way to the tip–making sure to suck up every drop of release left. Your tongue lapping around his pink tip sucking him clean.