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HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE? 'CAUSE I'LL GO 'TILL I ACHE ...
Cum, cum 'till you cry.
𝄞 synopsis: it's been three days since your best friend, SAE ITOSHI, had gone to your place. three days since you ruined the friendship. three days since he ate you out. when you visited his house by routine, you didn't expect to be alone with him in his bedroom. when you were in his bedroom, you didn't expect to ruin the friendship a second time.
𝄞 disclaimer: SEQUEL TO CHILDHOOD BSF!SAE X READER PT1 ! HOWEVER, NOT NECESSARY TO PRE-READ.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, shy!reader, sort of shy!sae, snippet of oral (f receiving), making out, marking, hickeys, nipple play (f receiving), mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, overstimulation (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, reader kicks him in the balls once, lil bit of miscommunication, sae calls reader idiot, stupid, dumbass, and a perv LOL, both r yappers
𝄞 word count: 8.3k + 614 bonus !
𝄞 credits: @g-gulp for making banner and discussing w/ me! also my irl friend for beta reading <3
𝄞 A/N: SPIT IN MY PUSSY
Ever since you were a child, everyone always flocked to Sae.
Whether it was because of his promising future or his looks, something about the boy attracted attention. And if it weren't for his somewhat abhorrent personality, you would even say he was made for the spotlight.
You say 'somewhat abhorrent' because even though he had a tendency to be an asshole, he was still one of your closest friends. That fact alone sparked enough controversy around school.
Pressing your phone to your ear, your mom yelled. "We have plans today with your aunt, so don't cause me any trouble!"
You sighed into the device. "Plans? Another dinner?"
"Yes. What's that tone for?"
"...Nothing. What time do I come home?"
"What time? You know what time, you—"
The line cut off, replaced with a loud dial sound. Great, you thought, placing your phone into your pocket.
You decided to pay a visit to the football field and bother Sae, who apparently liked to pretend he didn't know you. That you were some random girl telling him what's for dinner. What time he needed to be home. It was mildly understandable, since his rowdy teammates would always make a big deal out of it.
Because, frankly, you weren't his mother.
And you especially weren't his girlfriend.
Sae sat deliriously on a bench, chugging a bottle of water. His baby bangs were pushed back from sweat, accentuating the glistening slope of his cheek.
He huffed quietly as you stopped in front of him. "What do you want?"
"What time do we have to be at your house today?"
Sae shrugged. "I dunno."
Your nose scrunched in annoyance, plopping next to him on the bench. "Okaaay, then what time should I come home today?"
"I dunno."
"You're so annoying."
You reach into your schoolbag, unwrapping your sandwich from your lunchbox. Humming at the food, you stuffed the piece in your mouth.
Then, two cheery voices call out. "Hey, hey! We were looking everywhere for you."
Two of your friends stood in front of you, exchanging subtle glances and elbow nudges, wiggling their brows at you.
"Why are you here, hmm?"
"Oh!" you swallowed your first bite. "I was just asking Sae about our family meetup today."
Sae, who seemed to be observing the bugs on the ground, turned his head, lips pursing. "Hey, you got food all over you."
Then, his thumb came up to wipe the corner of your mouth, swiping his finger over your cheek.
"Ah— Stop doing that." You flinched, eyes darting to the girls in front of you.
He pulled back, long lashes fluttering at you. "But you're messy."
"Oh my god," your friends giggled. "Are you sure you're not dating?"
Your eyes widened, swatting away Sae's hand. "Ew, no! We are not dating. Never will date."
"Yeah, no," Sae sighed. "She's ugly."
Your eye twitched. Ugly?
You cleared your throat, the both of you nodding at your friends.
"See? Not dating," you said. "And besides, Sae keeps a stack of porn under his bed."
When was that? Six years ago?
You sighed into your sleeve, hiding yourself from your surroundings. Six years ago, you were denying every allegation thrown your way about Sae, that he wasn't your boyfriend or crush.
Six years ago, you were just friends. And three days ago, he—
Your head spun as the memory of him dipping between your thighs flashed through your brain, your foot tapping incessantly against the Itoshi house's floor.
You bit your lip, arms folding over your chest.
It's been three days.
Three days since you ruined your friendship with your childhood friend, Sae.
But since those three days? Sae's just been acting completely normal. Greeting you when taking out the trash, asking you to come over for dinner per his mom's orders, and staring blankly at you without a care in the world.
Normally.
It was so normal. Too normal.
And you were certain that on the day Sae kissed you, you would lose your virginity. It was a bit of a stretch—in fact, entirely a stretch.
Because, of course, Sae had been an asshole about everything—including sex.
...
The air was suffocating—light rays melting over your face, the fan whirling, and you?
You were gone. Almost.
You weakly tugged at his magenta locks. "S-Sae, I can't..."
He didn't respond, only peering from between your thighs. It was all too surreal—too much for you. And in all honesty, you would've thought it'd be too much for him too. Sae's entire face was soaked in your fluids, dripping down his chin, smeared over his cheeks and nose, and lips swollen and blushing.
Still, his grip spreading your thighs was firm, his wet tongue running a long stripe from your hole to your clit again.
"Oh my—" Your thighs trembled, attempting to close them.
Sae barely chuckled; you knew from the way his lips twitched against your folds. "Hmph."
His tongue prodded at your folds again. Then, his thumb and forefinger reached out and pinched your peeking hood, lifting it slightly and sealing his lips around the bud, sucking harshly.
"Mmm— Ah!" You whimpered, hips jerking. "F-Fuck, I hate you."
The words came out on instinct—a testament to his amazing ability to bother you. And yet, you meant no harm. Just the furrowed flick of your brow, the sweat dripping down your temple, and your poor, overwhelmed pussy.
"Hmm?" Sae hummed against your folds. "Tapping out now?"
Your grip on his hair tightened, your back arching from the electric sensations. "You idiot, a-as if 'I can't' isn't enough— Ah!"
His lips seared over your clit again, flicking the bud until your brain was officially mush and your abdomen grew hot.
"M'gonna cum again, m'gonna cum," you mewled, nails dragging on his scalp.
His breath ghosted your soaked folds, lips grazing your labia. "Then cum, stupid."
Stupid? You wanted to retort, but he slid a finger into your hole and pressed into a spot that made your hips jolt.
Compared to your fingers, his were huge. His digit flicked against a sensitive spot that made your clit ache. And it reached such a deep spot—
Your eyes blew open. "Sae!"
His name ripped from your throat as he slurped your clit into his mouth again, finger pumping in and out of your dripping hole.
The knot in your stomach undid, and another orgasm crashed down on you. At first it was euphoric—so brain-mushingly euphoric. But after cumming so many times, the feeling of euphoria consumed you. Made your abdomen warm, your thighs shaky, and your eyes glazed and wide.
Yet, your hips bucked over his tongue, riding out your high just one more time.
You twitched when his tongue began to lash at your folds again, whacking his shoulder with a bit more force. Your forearm rested over your forehead to keep you at bay, eyes burning holes into the ceiling.
Oh, fuck.
Sae withdrew his finger from your heat, pressing a wet kiss to your twitchy clit.
"Still with me?" He came up next to you, cerulean eyes drowning in mirth. "Open up."
His middle finger came to rest just by your lips, your slick dripping down his palm.
Did he seriously want you to taste yourself?
It didn't matter, anyway; the earth was spinning too much for it to matter.
"M'talking to you." Sae patted your cheek out of your trance, his gaze more directive and drilling. "Open."
Your lips parted over his finger, fluids melting over your tongue. The taste was salty but with a tinge of sweetness, tongue swirling over his digit.
"There you go." He stroked your stray hairs behind your ear, withdrawing his finger. "You are still with me."
The urge was pulling at you: the unspoken promise that tonight, you would have sex with Sae.
It made sense; you were curious and had no time or effort for dating, and he was right here all summer. Besides, Sae was already experienced, so what was the issue?
"Condom," you murmured. "Do you have condoms?"
His brow shot up in half surprise, half amusement and snickered. "For what?"
"For fucking."
"You wanna fuck?"
"Sae."
He had to hurry up before the dots skewing your vision took over, but Sae just kept looking at you like you were so incredibly funny.
You tug at the hem of his shirt once, blinking rapidly. "What?"
"I don't think you're in any state for that."
"N-No, let's do it."
"...No."
Your brows furrowed in annoyance, weakly yanking at his shirt. "Y-You're so annoying; I ask you for one thing... and you give me a hundred of the things I don't ask for."
Your head lolled to the side. "So annoying. I hate you..."
Sae's gaze switched from amusement to a softer one. "Hey, stay with me."
You wanted to reply. Wanted to fuck. But the dots in your vision were now spots, and your eyelids were oh so heavy.
Condoms.
You thought one last time.
We need a condom.
...
"Oh, dear, can you bring this up to Sae, please?"
Mrs Itoshi snapped you out of your trance, shuffling your feet over the bamboo flooring. "Oh, yes, Auntie! Sorry."
She handed you a plate full of enriching food—obviously meant for an athlete and their breadwinner son.
Mrs Itoshi was a rather tall woman with kind eyes and the same magenta hair Sae had—she did worry a lot, but it was endearing and sweet. So unlike the boy she raised.
She reached out to pinch your cheek. "My, you've grown so much, dear. After Sae came back, I really see how big you've become."
You smiled sheepishly, bowing your head. "Oh, I guess so."
"Ah, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"
You swallowed thickly. "Wha...? Boyfriend?"
She nodded profusely. "A boyfriend! You're so pretty and smart and young; I'm sure many boys like you."
"Oh, it's nothing like that."
"Ah, you don't have to keep it a secret," she cooed. "I won't tell your mother."
You definitely will tell my mother, you thought. Those two have been practically glued at the hip since high school. "No, really. I'm focusing on other stuff right now, but maybe later."
"Oh yeah," she nodded slowly. "But still, if you ever have problems, you can tell me."
"Okay, Auntie."
She smiled. "Go now. Make sure that boy eats."
You smiled again and waved her off, rushing up the stairs, a flush creeping up your neck.
If only she knew—well, it would be disastrous if she did. After all, how the hell were you supposed to tell a family friend that her son ate you out at your place a few days ago?
You took in sharp breaths in front of Sae's door. His bedroom was next to Rin's, and frankly, before he came back to Japan, it was your safe haven when you spent the days at the Itoshi household.
Your feet shuffled on the ground, slippers rubbing over the floor, before twisting the doorknob.
It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought. You've been doing this since you were kids.
The door clicked open when you saw Sae perched on his bed, a hand placed over his shoulder as he rolled his arm back. His brows were furrowed and eyes fixed on his arm, softly groaning under his breath.
Then, you met his gaze, quickly turning away from each other.
"Ahem," you cleared your throat. "Your mom told me to bring this to you."
He feigned silence but stopped rolling his defined arm, flexing it against his T-shirt sleeve.
Fuck, you thought. Don't look.
"Leave it on the side table," he said, biting back a whine. "Thanks."
You carefully placed the plate on his side table when you met Sae's gaze in curiosity.
Again?
As the seconds passed, knots began to tie in your stomach.
You both turned away, opting to fixate on his food, before he rasped. "What?"
"What?" you retorted. "It's just— Did you hurt your arm or something?"
You weren't facing him, back completely turned. But you could feel an oppressive heat creeping up your neck as the bedside lamp burnt softly, melting into the darkness of his room.
And for some reason, you knew he was feeling it too.
He mumbled. "My shoulder. Just from training."
"Oh, makes sense."
Silence charged the air. You were about to turn away, leave his bedroom, have some conscience—
"You know how to massage, right?" Sae asked. "I've seen you do it for Auntie before."
Well, yes, as much as any other kid was forced to massage their parents at a young age. You perked your head up, swallowing thickly. "I mean, I guess?"
Sae's gaze bore into yours—as if he were debating something grand in his head. His tongue clicked in his mouth.
"C'mere, then."
This was embarrassing. You thought, stepping towards him. This wasn't a good idea.
Yet, your fingers hovered over his exposed skin—settling on his defined arm, the faint hint of his veins running underneath his skin.
In a shaky breath, you whispered. "Where?"
"Here," he said, touching his right shoulder.
Your thumbs began to press into the knots in his shoulder. It was firm, nice to touch, press into, and squeeze.
"Is this okay?"
"Mm—" Sae groaned softly. "Go a little higher."
"Higher?" Your fingers moved, palm pressing into a spot higher than you were.
"Oh, fuck. You're doing good."
A flush crept up your neck, continuing to massage and relieve the knots in his shoulder. Sae kept groaning softly, like he was delicate—like he was vulnerable.
"Mm," he whimpered, the soft noise severing your thoughts. "Hurts now. Go higher."
You moved your thumbs higher, now pressing between his shoulder and collarbone. "Oh. Sorry."
Your brows furrowed, jaw clenching as your thumbs worked on him. It should be fine, right? You were massaging his shoulder that was separated by his shirt. And he's sore, so it should be fine—
Your eyes swept up his neck, meeting his gaze—low-lidded and pouring into yours.
He panted softly, brows furrowing. "Why'd you stop?"
"You— You look like you want to ask me a question!"
He kissed his teeth. "I want you to go lower."
"Lower? Isn't the pain in your shoulder?"
Sae cocked a brow at you, and then, you knew what he was asking for. Your thumbs moved down his clavicle, grazing down his chest. Featherlight, like he was something delicate.
Maybe to you, he was.
Your hands stopped at his chest, grazing the firm muscles underneath his shirt. Before you knew it, you were moving closer—so close that you could feel his breath ghosting your lips and the tip of his nose.
You blinked, eyes meeting his. And his fingers clasped around your wrist, pulling you closer.
"Uh uh," you whispered, palm pushing back on his chest. "You don't get to just do that."
Sae paused, feigning silence.
"What do you have to say about the other day?"
"What about the other day?"
"You— Don't make me say it," you huffed, hand still on his chest. "You're acting like nothing happened."
"...What did you want me to do?"
You blinked in disbelief.
Sae backtracked, thumb slowly rubbing your inner wrist. "I mean, you were curious, right?"
You paused, drawling out. "Well ... yes."
"I thought—" He scratched the back of his neck, a flush creeping up his ears. "I thought that's what that was."
"I was curious," you said, biting your inner cheek. "But you didn't exactly give me what I was asking for."
He cocked a brow. "You came. More than three times—"
"Shut up!" You clasped a hand over his mouth, your brows furrowing as he snickered.
Asshole. You could always tell when he was biting back a laugh from the crinkle under his eyes.
"...I wanted to, you know," you murmured, cheeks flushing. "Do it."
Sae muffled behind your palm. "You weren't ready, stupid. I could tell."
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, removing your hand.
"You're too tight. And loud. And sensitive. Also, you move too much—"
"You— Shut up."
"What? You asked me what I meant?"
You huffed, fingers flexing. "Maybe if you didn't eat me out until my vision got blurry, I would've been ready."
He blinked, sighing softly. "Yeah? Well, maybe if you didn't keep whining like you wanted more, I would've stopped."
Your nose scrunched as Sae just quirked a brow at you, daring you to retort—to say something better.
Then, he barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "This is so stupid. C'mere."
Sae's fingers tangled in your hair, giving you a moment to back out if you willed. This is a terrible idea. You thought. So terrible—but if you pulled away now, the ache between your thighs would stay.
And you knew you were in too deep for that.
So, you leaned in, nose brushing his, and crashed your lips on his.
Asshole. Jerk. Bastard. You wanted to say, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to tug your hips onto his lap. I'll get you next time.
Your knees landed beside his thighs on the bed, steadied by his firm grip on your thighs. His hand creeped up your hip, resting on your lower back.
You licked his lower lip—soft, wet, and plush—a signal for access. Letting out a soft moan, his lips parted, allowing you to prod your tongue at the roof of his mouth, stopping short behind his teeth.
He panted, exhaling warm breaths into your mouth as his fingers reached under your shirt, grazing your bare skin. "Easy."
You whined, lips chasing his. Sae cut you with a firm squeeze on your thigh. "Hm? Use your words."
You huffed. "My tongue."
"What about it?"
"Suck— Suck on it."
Sae's gaze—low-lidded and tempted—ran down from your eyes to your wet lips. Then, he leaned in, fingers reaching to tap your cheek, coaxing you to open your mouth.
His lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue and sucked fervently. It was hot and suffocating—he was hot and suffocating.
You mewled into his mouth, pulling him closer.
"Fuck," he huffed against your lips. "Fuck."
Your eyes flitted to his dishevelled face, hair pushed back and lips swollen. His lips kissed down your jaw, making his way down your neck.
"Ah," you moaned softly. "Wait—"
His lips grazing the skin of your neck sent electricity straight between your thighs—growing hot and aching with each second. Your head was spinning, hands fumbling to grab at his shirt—
Sae whispered against the juncture of your neck. "You're serious about wanting to fuck, aren't you?"
"...Of course I am."
He released his warm breath on your neck, pressing his lips closer to the spot under your ear.
You flexed your fingers, whining softly. "Is that a bad idea?"
"You're so..." he murmured, threatening a smile. "No, it's not. Nevermind."
His hands moved to your waist, laying you on his bed. Your back hit his fresh sheets, engulfing you in his sweet scent.
Sae hovered over you, forearms braced beside your head. "I don't have any condoms, so I won't do anything."
Your head tilted at his comment, which was... reasonable enough. "You could... pull out?"
He coughed. "M'not doing that."
You grumbled, fingers picking the lint off his T-shirt. "You could... buy some right now?"
"Do you wanna ruin the mood?"
"You're already ruining the mood."
"Tch, shut up." His lips moved to press against the spot beneath your ear, shooting shivers of sparks down your stomach. "S'because you're impatient, dumbass."
You scoffed. "You're saying I'm—"
Then, Sae bit down on your neck—hard.
"Ah!"
"Oh, shit." He pressed several kisses to the bitten spot, trying to soothe you. "You were talking too much. Got distracted."
Your nose scrunched. "You're such a dick."
He smiled against your skin, pressing kisses down your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, making you arch into him as gasps pulled out of your throat.
"Never thought I'd be biting you until today," he murmured, sucking on an untouched patch of skin. "Younger me would be confused."
"Older me is confused," you huffed out, yelping when he bit the juncture between your collarbone and neck. "Sae!"
He grumbled in annoyance, licking a stripe up your collarbone. "What? Stop disrupting."
"Anyway, I hope you don't mind..." he whispered, fingers crawling beneath your shirt and up your bare back. "I wanna see you."
His fingers stopped short at your bra, unclasping the piece.
"All of you."
Your mind was a blur when Sae discarded your bra, fingers fumbling for the hem of your shirt. He was on his knees, hovering over you. "Has anyone ever seen you like this before?"
You pursed your lips. "What do you think?"
Sae paused, his eyes crinkling a fraction. "So I'm the only one?"
"...Shut up."
He pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach, continuing until the fabric was pushed over your chest.
He leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. You felt his nose brush against yours, turning to meet his gaze.
Then, your lips parted, tongue lolling out to meet his.
Sae's tongue flicked against yours, swirling slowly around the wet muscle. You whined against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, licking over his tongue, and letting him prod the wet muscle in the cavern of your mouth. Let him see which spot made you whine and squirm. Let him see which spot made you chant his name.
When Sae pulled away, a string of saliva connected you together.
"Sae..." you whispered as he pulled back, the lamp illuminating the wet shine of his lips.
Sae snickered, warm hands resting on the underside of your breasts. You arched instinctively, eyes closing shut. His fingers ghosted up your chest, every featherlight touch trickling into your hot skin.
He touched you so well—so softly. Yet, he was everywhere except where you wanted him.
His index shakily grazed the slope of your breast, tracing a slow circle around your areola, watching your nipple bud up.
"Fuck," he murmured lowly. "M'gonna die."
Then, his fingers snaked to cup your breasts, giving a soft, desperate squeeze.
"M'gonna die," he repeated, nose brushing your cheek. "Pretty. You're so pretty."
A warm sensation trickled down your chest as his lips ghosted down your jaw, warm breath mingling with your exposed skin.
Your breaths were laboured and anticipatory as his lips pressed against the plush of your breast. "What are you gonna do?..."
His lips wrapped around the skin of your breast, sucking it into his mouth softly. You could feel his tongue flick against your skin, warmth shooting to your core.
You arched your back softly into him, whining softly. "Hngh—"
"Shh," Sae's teeth nipped at your skin, clamping down. "Haven't even touched you that much."
"Y-Yes, you have."
"Think you're just sensitive."
"Shut up."
His breath trailed from your breast to your nipple, breath perking the bud up. "M'not the one bein' noisy."
His hands snaked up your waist, thumbs brushing your stiffened nipples, adding pressure as your nose scrunched. "You are."
"S-Sae..." you mewled quietly as his thumbs pressed harder, rubbing firm circles into your aching buds. You pressed the back of your hand over your mouth, stifling your noises. "Shit."
"Hm?" His thumb and forefingers pinched your buds, tugging on them. "What is it?"
"It feels..."
"Good?" He smiled against your skin, hands pulling away, admiring your stiffened buds.
Then, his teeth sank into your supple flesh, swiping his tongue over the reddened skin. "I know."
Sae pressed wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, switching between nipping and sucking your skin. Your breath hitched, watching his head dip to your stomach.
"Sae?" you murmured as he pressed a wet kiss to the spot above your belly button.
"Hm?"
A purple splotch on your breasts and sides caught your eye. "Did you just— Did you do that?"
"Yeah?" He cast you a sarcastic glance, teeth nipping at the spot he kissed. "What about?"
"Why would you— How long is that gonna stay?" You lightly whacked his shoulder as he sucked the spot below your breast. "Mm!"
He swiped his tongue over the new, purpling splotch. "Depends. How hard do you want it?"
"Mm, I don't want people to see."
"People see you like this?" Sae's brows furrowed, lips ghosting over your side. "Like this?"
His thumb shakily grazed over the expanse of your chest, rubbing over your tightened nipple. Sae's gaze stayed on you, teeth sinking into the skin of your side.
He was teasing again. Playing around. Touching you in places that made you squirm.
"You—" you moaned softly, fingers tangling in his magenta locks. "Fuck, feels good, Sae."
"You like when I kiss you here?"
Your cheek grazed the pillows as he nuzzled his nose into your breast, gently biting your supple flesh. "Mm— Mhm."
His low-lidded gaze moved from your face to your tightened nipples, thumbing your waist. "You like when I lick you?"
His tongue ran a slow stripe up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The wetness left a glistening on your skin, illuminating a soft glow under the lamp.
Your fingers flexed in his locks, whining softly. "Y-Yeah."
"Want me to do it again?"
"Fuck— Are you making fun of me right now?"
Sae smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, and relentlessly—and leant into your chest. His breath ghosted over your stiff nipple before lolling his tongue out, running a slow, teasing stripe over the bud.
You squirmed, pulling the strands of his hair. "S-Sae!"
His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pinning it to the bed before murmuring against your glistening bud. "Look at me."
Your hazy gaze darted around the room before sweeping to him, hovering above your breast. "What?"
"I won't do this if you don't look." He licked another stripe up your nipple, thumb and forefinger moving to gently pinch the other. "That's my only rule."
A flush crept up your cheeks as he swirled his tongue over your bud—slow, unrelenting, and teasing. "Since when did we have rules?—"
Sae wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked fervently. The wanton sensation swept over your nipples, shooting sparks to your aching core.
"Since now," he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to the stiffened bud. "You like it when I suck you here?"
You whined. "That feels!—"
He tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips. "Bad? You want me to stop?"
"No, no." You shook your head. "Don't stop."
Sae's lips ghosted your skin, moving to your untouched bud. "Could've said that, hm? I know you like it."
His hand reached to palm your glistening breast, softly squeezing the mound. "I know you do."
He wrapped his lips around your other nipple, tongue rubbing the bud in a slow, passionate motion. You arched into him as his forefinger flicked the other one, pinching and tugging on your wet bud.
"Sae!..."
He darted his tongue out to a single point, flicking the wet muscle over your stiff nipple. "Hm?"
"Feels good," you mewled. "Don't stop— Please don't stop."
Sae, unrelenting, wrapped his lips around your nipple again, sucking fervently on the bud while his tongue swirled. It shot a warmth across your chest, shooting to your aching core.
You rubbed your thighs together impatiently as his teeth nipped at your bud, gently tugging on it. "Ah..."
"Mm..." Sae's teeth grazed your tightened nipple again, pulling ever so softly. "Mm."
He pulled back, paying his attention back to your glistening bud, fingers shakily tugging the unattended one. He lolled his tongue out, licking a slow stripe up your sensitive bud.
Your jaw was slack and eyes glassy before fixing on Sae, who took your nipple into his mouth again. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked fervently, tongue swirling and lashing at your wet bud.
"Sae!" You whimpered, squirming.
"What now?"
His tongue was all too overwhelming—too good—that the warmth between your thighs throbbed with each passing second. You panted. "T'much."
"Sensitive?" He asked, fingers moving to pinch your aching buds.
"What do you think?—"
Sae grimaced—ever so slightly. "Thought you liked it."
You frowned, ignoring your burning cheeks. "Y-Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"You're embarrassing me with all these questions!" You lightly whacked his head with your free hand, frowning at his pout. "And you said you wouldn't do anything!"
He huffed. "I am not doing anything."
You raised a brow before gesturing to your marked skin, running all the way from your neck to your breasts and stomach. "You are doing something, idiot."
"Hmph," he clicked his tongue against his cheek. "So what?"
"So what?—" You huffed, pushing yourself up from your palms. "You just keep doing anythin' you please, even though you refuse to do it."
"...We went over this; we don't have condoms."
Your brows furrowed, thumb swiping over the saliva at the corner of his mouth. "I know. So let me see your dick."
Sae coughed into his fist. "Let you see my— What?"
"Oh, so you can see every part of me, but I can't see your little dick?"
"Don't call my dick little," he scoffed. "Why do you wanna see it anyway?"
You fiddled with your fingers, your shirt still pushed over your chest. "Because... I wanna make you feel good too."
A flush crept up Sae's neck, his hand sweeping over his lower face as he snorted.
Your eye twitched.
Did he just laugh?
His shoulders slightly bounced as he giggled into his hand, eyes averting from yours.
"What?" Your jaw slacked open, staring as he laughed. "What the fuck?"
"You're confident, but," Sae snorted again. "I doubt your skills."
"Are you shitting me?"
"No."
You shook your head. "I don't think I'd be terrible."
"You'd be pretty terrible."
Your brows furrowed at his stupid remarks, your foot aiming for his balls, just like when you were kids.
He groaned, face contorting. "What the fuck?"
"Hm," you huffed, instead feeling a stiff, aching heat between his legs. "What is that?"
Sae let out a shaky breath. "You know what that is."
Your foot slowly pressed into his crotch. "Not really. How hard are you right now?"
Sae must have been aching from the way his cock jumped in his pants, straining against the fabric. You tilted your head curiously, feeling his stiffness. It was hard, albeit a little squishy and twitched terribly—
He huffed, lips twitching. "I swear to god, that's enough."
You were about to press harder until he caught your ankle, moving your foot to the bed. "Fine. You can see my dick."
Your eyes lit up as he moved to adjust his waistband, his hand reaching into his sweats. "See how fuckin' 'small' it is."
His elbow dipped into the sheets beside your head as he hovered over you, cerulean gaze pouring into yours. Fingers reached into his sweats as he pulled his aching cock from his pants, pushing the fabric down.
A day ago, you thought you had some semblance to what a dick looked like in person.
But Sae's was foreign. Twitching. Almost, almost even blushing.
Fluids pearled at his tip, trickling down his shaft. His hand wrapped around the tip, slowly pumping to the base. "... Fuck, this is embarrassing."
"What is that? Did you cum?" Your cheeks burnt as he pumped softly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
"No, idiot. It's pre."
"What is pre?"
"Pre-cum?" Sae's brows furrowed. "It's like when you get wet, almost."
"Oh," you bit back a laugh. "You must be really sensitive then."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so—"
You reached out curiously, forefinger pressing against his tip, where pre-cum leaked out. It was sticky and slick, collecting at the pad of your finger.
A stuttering gasp pulled out of Sae's throat, cock twitching as you touched him. He shakily pumped his cock once more, hips bucking into his hand.
"Fuck you," he panted. "Fuck you."
You bit back a laugh, pulling back. "Can I touch it?"
His forehead dropped to your shoulder, damp bangs pressing softly into your skin. "Don't do what you did last time. Wrap your hand around it."
You couldn't see his face, but you felt his breath hitching against your skin and his hand snaking to yours—wrapping around it and slowly guiding it to his cock.
Your breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around the base, your thumb and forefinger barely brushing each other. He swiped his tongue over his lips, brows furrowing as you squeezed softly. "Like that, mm— Good, just go slow."
His wet lips pressed between your neck and clavicle, licking a stripe up your skin. Like some means to distract himself. To distract you from the slight stutter in his hips.
After observing Sae for so long—since he first scored into a net, since he failed almost all of his classes, and since the first girl in your class gave him chocolates—you knew it would be futile.
You've been watching him for so long. Observing him for years. Because one day, you might come and find out these things yourself—touch him, learn his movements, tease him.
His cock was sticky, maybe from all the pre-cum dripping onto his shaft or the heat of your bodies. You gently squeezed his base, hand slowly pumping up to his tip.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck, teeth baring and twitching to nip at you. "Slowly."
You swallowed thickly as your hand stroked his tip, dragging it back down to his base. He moaned quietly into the juncture of your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your damp skin.
"Shit," he cursed, something close to a whimper edging at his lips. "Like that."
His hips bucked into your hand as you squeezed his cock again, stroking the sticky mess up to his tip, where pre-cum pearled at the head.
He throbbed in your hand, the tip blushing redder and redder. Your cheek nuzzled against his as your head turned, lashes batting against each other's skin as you gazed into him.
Sae's eyes—usually lazy and unbothered—crinkled ever so slightly, staring into you.
You squeezed his tip, your thumb brushing his slit as pre-cum soaked the pad of your thumb. Lips ghosting over his, you paused and pressed your lips to his, tongue prodding into his mouth.
Something akin to a whine melted into your mouth as his hips spasmed into your warmth, hand dragging down his base, and—
A wet, sticky fluid spilt onto your hand, all the way down your wrist. Your tongue swiped over his before pulling away, meeting his flushed, redden tip and something new—no, something lewd on your skin.
He swallowed thickly as you observed the white mess on your skin, eyes meeting his.
Sae turned away.
"Did you cum?"
"...Shut up."
You pressed the back of your clean hand over your mouth, flush creeping up your neck. "Wow, that was kind of... quick?"
Sae's ears reddened, his tongue clicking against his cheek.
"Is it always that fast?"
"No, stop talkin' about it." He murmured. "That was a one-time thing."
"I thought you were like, experienced."
"I am."
"But that wasn't even a minute!"
"You— You kissed me."
He cast you a shy glance, lips pursing. Eyes fleeting to his still hard cock, you swallowed thickly. "...Right."
Your hand brushed his base again, fingers flexing against his sticky skin. "Can I do it again?"
"I dunno. That made me shy," he whispered. "Let me touch you this time."
Your hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping slowly. "But you're still hard."
He let out a low gasp, fingers snaking to the edge of your waistband. "So? We both have hands."
His hand slipped beneath the fabric, the pads of his fingers brushing against your twitchy clit. "Might as well use them."
Sae's index and middle fingers rubbed the soaked fabric covering your entrance. "Shit, you're so wet."
"Because you kept kissing and biting me everywhere— Fuck."
His middle finger dipped beneath your panties, collecting your slick on his fingers. "What was that? Sayin' something?"
You squeezed his shaft harder this time, pumping your hand up to his tip. "Fuck you."
"Can't today. No condoms."
A grimace crept onto your lips. "Not funny, Sae."
He chuckled, the vibration melting into your skin before his lips met your own, tongue swiping the spot behind your teeth. You whined into the kiss as his fingers crept lower, brushing your entrance.
"I think you're ready," Sae whispered against your cheek, his hip nudging you to spread your thigh. "I'll do one finger for now, okay?"
You nodded, breath hitching. "My shorts."
"Want them off?"
"Mhm."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling the fabric off with a few smooth tugs. Discarding your clothes onto the bed, his fingers curled by your entrance, his middle finger pressing against the spot.
Your hand gripped his base tighter, slowly pumping to his tip and back whenever you could, lips brushing his. "Sae."
"Relax, relax." He urged, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you pumped. "I got you."
His middle finger prodded at your entrance, angling it so, and dipped inside. Compared to the first time he tried to finger you, your hole accommodated him, soaked folds twitching as his thumb rubbed sticky circles on your clit.
Sae let out a low whine as you squeezed his tip. "Mm, you're so fuckin' wet."
"It... It doesn't hurt," you moaned sweetly.
"Yeah?" He leaned in close, lips brushing your temple as the tip of his finger prodded at the entrance of your hole—brushing against every ridge and spot that made you react. "Feel good?"
"F-Feels good," you whined as his entire finger slid inside, curling at the roof of your pussy. "Ah!"
"What, that feels good too?" He whispered. "Did I touch your G-spot?"
Your hips bucked into his finger as he curled again into the same spot, a new warmth settling into your abdomen. You nodded hazily, your free hand moving to grip his shoulder.
"S-Sae, how should I touch you?"
He raised a brow, his finger sliding in and out of your wet heat, curling into the spot that made you buck. "You're doin' well so far."
You shakily pumped from his tip to base, squeezing the sticky shaft. "How should I touch you to make you cum?"
Sae's gaze averted to the pillows, flush creeping up his neck. "You wanna go there?"
"I don't wanna cum alone," you breathe out. "Not like last time."
His head dipped to watch your fingers slowly stroke his cock, remnants of his previous pleasure creeping in his abdomen. "Rub your thumb over the slit right there."
He slid his finger and pressed upwards as you swiped your thumb over his slit again, rubbing it in a sticky side-to-side motion. Squeezing softly as his hips bucked, he withdrew his finger. "Fuck, like that."
Sae's eyes squeezed shut, teeth catching the supple skin of your neck. "Gonna cum if you keep doin' that. You wanna make me cum?"
"Mhm, wanna see you cum," you said, biting your lip and thumbing at his tip.
"Before you?"
"Before me."
He laughed, low and shaky. "T-Then rub the underside. It feels— Fuck, you know how it feels."
You did know how it felt to be touched so sweetly that you could go insane. Maybe Sae taught you that feeling, but it was something you knew too well. Something you wanted to chase. You thumb at the underside of his twitching cock, rubbing in sticky circles.
His head threw back, eyes screwing shut. "Shit, shit."
Sae was already sensitive and brainless beyond comprehension. You were just too good for him—too good for his nerves to settle down. If he came again, he would seem beyond stupid. Beyond precise. But you kept asking him where to touch, how to touch, how to make him feel good.
He couldn't help but indulge you.
So his soaked finger moved to graze your wet, twitchy folds, rubbing sticky circles onto your clit. "If you wanna cum too, then fucking stop."
You smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, relentlessly—and continued to pump his cock. Rubbing his pearly slit, thumbing the underside of his tip, and dragging your hand down to his base.
It was all too much. His hips were already bucking into your hand, and his fingers were already shaking against your folds.
Not again. He thought, lip trembling. Not again.
You rubbed your thumb into his slit once more, giving a soft squeeze. And with that, ropes of white spilt from his cock.
You continued to pump him, brows furrowed and gaze fixed. "Again?"
"Fuck, stop that." He grabbed your wrist, letting out a shaky breath. "You're so..."
Sae ran his fingers through his magenta locks, hips still spasming and cock twitching. "M'not usually like this, just so you know."
"I know," you nodded, biting back a smile. "Don't be embarrassed."
He kissed his teeth, tongue swiping over them. "Shut up. Go on, do it again."
He loomed over you, warm hands splaying over your smooth thigh. Lips brushing your ear, Sae whispered. "I swear to god I'll make you cum this time."
Your hands found home on his shoulders as his hand between your thighs again, middle and ring fingers slowly rubbing your folds. He started slow, rubbing sticky figure eights at your entrance before snaking his way up to your twitchy clit—softly pinching the hood.
Sae's lip trembled against your cheek as your hand reached for his cock again, gripping the antsy base. His tip blushed red as you began to pump his overwhelmed cock in slow strokes.
"Fuck," he whined, his thumb and forefinger lifting the hood before massaging sticky motions onto your peeking clit.
Your hips jolted, mewls pulling from your throat as he continued to rub—eyes low-lidded and fixed on your soaked folds. Sae's hip nudged your squirming thighs apart, fingers snaking down to your entrance again.
"I neglected you, huh? Neglected your fuckin' pussy?" He chuckled, the words coming out shaky as you continued to stroke him up and down.
"S-Sae," you whined, squeezing his tip noticably harder. "Put it in already."
His nose nuzzled your skin as your hips bucked to meet his fingers, pulling back to rub slow circles into your folds.
"Haah— Just give me a second, hm? Gotta adjust to your—" Sae whined lowly, exhaling shakily. "Gotta adjust to your hand squeezing me."
Your hand stilled over his flushed cock, brows furrowing as he slid his ring and middle fingers into your wet heat. "Your fingers!—"
Sae's fingers have always been longer and bigger than yours, now mushing into your tight hole. It stung a little, but the pleasure that he gave was too much—too good to pass up on, thighs shaking as he pressed up on a spot that made you whine.
His breath was mingling with your own, and your hand began to drag up his cock again, thumbing his flushed tip. "It hurts a little, Sae; wait."
"I know, I know. J-Just..."
Sae's thumb massaged sticky circles on your clit, coaxing your hole open. He bit his lip as he slowly pulled his fingers out, the pads of his fingers dragging against the roof of your cunt.
Then, with a click of his tongue, he pushed his digits back in, curling upwards.
"Sae!" you moaned, squeezing his base. "That's— Fuck, s'good."
"Good, hm? Doesn't hurt?"
You shook your head as his thumb flicked at your puffy clit, fingers dragging out and in. "D-Doesn't hurt, mmph."
"Yeah? 'Cause you're hurtin' me right now."
Your hazy gaze fleeted down to his flushed cock, getting impossibly squeezed by your hand.
"Oh, oh shit," you let go, thumb and forefinger shakily rubbing his slit. "M'sorry."
He whined into your ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. "Fuck— You're makin' it worse, kinda. I'll cum again."
You swallowed thickly. "Again?"
"Shut— Shut up," he murmured, teeth sinking into your cheek.
"A-Ah!" you yelped, wrapping your hand around his tip. "What the fuck?"
"You asked for it." He pulled away, eyes low-lidded and fixed on yours, pressing a kiss onto the spot he bit.
You panted.
So did he.
And a lewd idea flashed through your head—making him cum over and over again until he couldn't think. That would be a sweet revenge for what he did to you last time and a perfect image in your head.
But Sae leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Let's cum together then, hm?"
Then, his lips swallowed yours, tongues swirling against each other's—prodding into the wet cavern of your mouth. You whined into his mouth as his fingers began to piston in and out of your soaked hole at a new, quickened pace, curling into a sweet, electric spot.
"Sae," you moaned into his mouth. "You're goin' fast."
He swallowed your moans, lips searing over yours. "That's the idea."
Your hand squeezed his shaft, pumping quick, sticky motions up and down his cock. His hips shuddered into your hand, breath getting more laboured as you continued.
"Not gonna be gentle?" he panted against your lips. "After you made me cum so many times?"
"Wan' you to cum one more time," you whispered as he curled his fingers up. "P-Please?"
His digits slid in and out of your hole, each push harsher than the last one. Something hot and bursting knotted in your lower stomach, hips jolting every time he curled his fingers. "Sae!"
Sae's tongue licked a stripe over yours, sucking the wet muscle into his mouth. "Fuck— Fuck, m'gonna cum soon."
You panted, whining into his mouth. "I-I can't!"
"What's that?" His thumb moved to shakily rub quick circles on your clit. "Of course you can."
Your hips lifted, hole clenching around his digits as you squeezed his cock. "Sae!"
Sae. Sae. Sae. Sae.
He whined against your lips, cock spasming in your hand as you pumped erratically—up and down, thumbing his slit, the underside of his tip.
"You're perfect," he sputtered. "P-Perfect."
Sae's digits pistoned into you at a maddening pace, curling so deeply into your gummy spot. Your vision began to blur as you moaned into his skin. "Sae!— Sae, I'll cum!"
His lips found yours again, tongues swirling over each other's as you whined. Your hips spasmed against his hand, your hand squeezing impossibly tight and—
His digits pressed into the same sweet spot, and the warm knots in your stomach undid and burst, washing over your body in electric rivulets.
You felt something hot spurt onto your soaked hand, stilling against his cock.
Sae was right. He did cum again.
His lips pulled away from yours, his free hand wiping over his face. You panted, bleary-eyed and dazed, as his digits continued to pump in and out of your slick, slower this time.
"Sae?..." you murmured, giving his cock a final squeeze, and—
Sniffle.
Your head snapped to his covered face, his breath shaking. "Sae?"
He swiped his tongue over his lips, fingers trembling. "Shit, I just came a third time..."
Sae removed his hand, and that's when you saw him raw. His cerulean eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill at any second.
"Fuck," he wiped the stray tears. "My dick's gonna die young."
You scoffed, jaw slack. "Are you crying?"
"Are you judging?"
"No, no. I just..." you panted as he pushed himself up, digits withdrawing from your folds. "I'm surprised."
"How is that surprising? I came three times," he huffed. "You really are a pervert."
A pervert?
"Hey! What the fuck?—"
"You owe me," he murmured, hands prying your thighs apart. "I don't like to cry."
Shit, you thought as his hand moved, palm facing up, and his ring and middle fingers slid into your soaked folds.
You were so fucked.
"You can take it, right?" Sae panted, fingers curling into your gummy spot. "I took what, three? You can take three, four, five more?"
His other hand reached up to pinch the hood of your puffy clit, lifting the hood as his thumb rubbed sticky figure eights into your bud.
You arched your back, hips jolting from his overwhelming touch. "Sae!"
"Shut up," he huffed, digits pressing into a sweet spot.
Your eyes squeezed shut as he leaned into you, lips wrapping around your stiffened nipple. "S-S'good."
Sae's damp bangs pressed against the smooth expanse of your skin, tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth nipped at the edges.
"Fuck," he murmured, licking a slow stripe around your nipple. "You can take it, right?"
You whimpered as his digits pumped into your hole, clenching around him for the nth time. "I can take it."
"Good," he murmured, thumb rubbing your overwhelmed clit in a relentless side-to-side motion. "See how many you can take."
His teeth sank into your chest as you moaned, hips stuttering. It was going to happen again while you were still sensitive. Before you could catch your breath and take your time to cum another orgasm crashed over you. Hard and messy.
But his fingers didn't stop or slow down, even as your head spun and tears pricked your eyes.
Sae panted, hand splaying over your lower stomach. The lamp illuminated a beautiful shine on his face, light catching the slope of his cheek. His thumb reached out to wipe the stray tear from your cheek. "Crying already? Don't be like that."
He panted, tongue clicking against his cheek. "Two down, three more to go."
It's been three days since Sae had eaten you out at your place.
Three days.
And now, Sae was going to make you cum three more times.
Three times?
You were so unbelievably fucked.
BONUS !
The rays of light scorched your skin as you sat on a field of grass.
The sun was surely melting your skin as sweat dripped from the back of your neck. Your mom had pestered you in the morning about it and spun your hair into the tightest high ponytail in existence.
Gosh, it was so annoying. This day. The hot weather. This stupid game.
Next to you was a boy about two years younger than you with a head full of dark hair and big, babyish eyes. He was short enough to stand at your sitting height, his tiny fingers pawing at the fence.
"Nii-chan," he murmured, teal eyes fixed on the football field. "Nii-chan! Nii-chan!"
Mrs Itoshiiii... You thought, picking at your shirt. Rin's talking to himself again.
Some other kid walked past the fence, pushing the small boy off balance, but your arm quickly shot out, rushing to Rin.
"Rin!" his head landed on your arm, eyes wide yet unfazed. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, not even looking at you. "Why aren't you watching Nii-chan?"
"I am."
"No."
"I will."
Rin puffed out his cheeks before scrabbling to his feet again. "He's gonna score again."
You tilted your head, eyes fixing on the field. Your mom had always forced you to watch Sae's games since you were six. It had been a weird tradition, and frankly, you were tired of the cheering and stacks of awards given to the annoying, stupid kid.
But Rin? He adored him, so much so that he could psychically predict his goals.
And he was right.
Sae spun, dodging the other player, before shooting the ball, scoring clean into the net. His face was concentrated, almost calculated, and proud—one of the reasons you thought he was so incredibly annoying.
The crowd cheered vehemently while Rin did his little victory dance.
Sae's team won.
Again.
You puffed out a sigh, used to this sort of thing, when Rin turned around, his head a little big for his body, like he was going to topple over at any given moment. "Isn't Nii-chan the coolest?"
"Yeah," you said. "The coolest."
Sae's cerulean gaze shot out to yours in the crowd—well, maybe to his little brother's—and he smiled. Faint, dignified, and relentless. Sweat beaded off the side of his cheek, staining his fair skin.
Then, his hand reached for the hem of his jersey, wiping his sweat. Your eyes flitted down.
Oh my god. Your eyes widened. Why is his stomach so toned?
Bells were flaring in your twelve-year-old head—not wedding bells, more like... bells. Just bells.
It reminded you of all the Webtoon you've consumed at night, where the guy's muscles are toned and firm and nice. Obviously, he would have to do some exercising in football practice. He didn't quite have muscles yet, but the exposure of his skin had your cheeks flaring with some weird feeling. It reminded you of—
A flush crept up your neck, the realisation of your thoughts hitting you.
Ew!
Cooties. You thought, softly patting Rin's back. Cooties.
Oh, but Sae was already making his way towards you. You frowned, pushing yourself up on your palms.
Great, now he was going to open his mouth again.
He hooked his chin over the fence, grinning at Rin. "See that, Rin? Another goal to becoming the best striker in the world. And I got another trophy."
"You're amazing, Nii-chan!" Rin hopped, smiling as Sae ruffled his hair.
"And what about you?" Sae asked.
"What about me?"
"Was I amazing?"
You huffed, turning away. "Shut up."
Rin cut in. "But Nee-chan, you said Nii-chan was the coolest."
NEW HAIRCUT IS SICCKKKK TY FOR THE TAG REAP speaking of haircuts, im waiting a little longer before i go to a salon and get actual bangs that arent my mistakes help anyway. . ALSO LOOK IT HAD A WHITE BUDGIE IM CRYING TEARS OF JOY
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no pressure tags: @livelaughalexisness @aprlsbloom @kiyofiles @jelly-kibtyfish
yall i just wanna announce that our hoe!sae agenda IS correct. theres no way he was dissing a bad bitch like anri so he is flirting in his own cornball way.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
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But you don't want me to touch nobody else. Baby, we don't gotta tell nobody.
𝄞 pre-relationship texts with KATSUKI BAKUGOU -> (pt. 1)
𝄞 contains: fem!reader, swearing, reader is in bakusquad friendgroup, setting is as UA students, slowburn, subtle cues, prequel of how they started talking in the beginning, real mha events (sports festival, kidnapping), little bit of hurt & comfort, kiri, denki, mina, midoriya, mitsuki, & all might mentions
𝄞 contains: no pronouns but i do use 'yes ma'am' and theres a mention of babymaking while reader was drunk, LOTS of suggestive/smutty innuendos and texts, takes place in frat!lock au, think of their uni as a rich international school filled with party animals, reader and sae play in each other's faces, but sae kinda wants them bad, ryusae mention, ryusae x reader implications, aiku, sendou, rin, and shidou mentions, shidou texts at the end, sae is kind of an evil bisexual whore sorry, reader is a bit mean but she means well
𝄞 A/N: frat!sae is so underated he'd be my FAV toxic nonchalant man ever please eat well readers.
so can yall here me out on a frat!lock fic where sae and reader were mutual friends due to her and bunny dating and him kinda tailing him in their younger years.
but then sae ghosts him out of nowhere and comes back with aiku's friendgroup as a frat boy.
but bunny and reader break up a year later and he finds her on a park bench and casually mentions fake dating to make him jealous. reader is like ?? lol yeah for the plot.
BUUUUUUT THE PLOT THICKENS AND THEY START FW EACH OTHER. but reader is still hung up on bunny while they are doing not so 'just associates' behaviour.
getting sae to actually play the part of a 'boyfriend' is what makes it hard, but once you show him the ropes he starts posting soft launches, PDA everytime bunny is in the vicinity, spraying sae's cologne on your jacket, showing up to parties where you know bunny would be, and over time it feels almost natural...? because now sae seemed like he doesn't even care if bunny is near or not, he wants to be closer to you, he wants to hold your hands even more, why are you on his mind 24/7? and why does he suddenly feels the urge to just leave the party so he could be alone with you? why did he kissed you when bunny is not even here? and why does it feels so good?
But you don't want me to see nobody else. And I don't want you to see nobody.
𝄞 pre-relationship texts with KATSUKI BAKUGOU
𝄞 contains: a whole lotta swearing, reader is in the bakusquad friendgroup, fem!reader, setting is as UA students, slowburn, subtle cues, yes hes ur annoying homeboy, mentions of denki, kirishima, mina, sero, and mitsuki, kirimina and kamijirou mentions, denkis STAYS catching strays
𝄞 A/N: this is my first mha post! ik ive js been writing blue lock but i decided to expand my horizons since i recently started watching MHA and im in LOVE. this is very much inspired by @zmbkats's pre-rls texts w bakugou! your post has changed lives.
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𝄞 contains: fluff, absolutely lovesick and smitten sae, hes a bit dry, established relationship, domestic fluff, he visits to japan towards the end, some suggestive moments, mentions of shidou and rin, usage of babe and baby
𝄞 A/N: awwwww my cutie pie sae i made these little random bf texts for fun! i hope u guys enjoy my first smau hehehehehe
HI I JUST REALIZED U MOOTED ME im in debilitating shock rn r u ready for this... 1 2 3!! BIG REVEAL i sent the "hi this is peak i love u bye" anon 😳😳😳😳😳
i see the hit and run and hide behind a bush tactic worked 🥹🥹
WAAA HELLOO!! TYSM FOR LIKING MY STUFFS BTW !! AND THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY!! don't be shy to drop by my inbox again (and maybe send requests too. heh.)
𓏵 WARNINGS : made with fem!reader in mind but no pronouns are used (pls lmk if i do!), swearing/cussing, suggestive, might be ooc.
⤷ ゛A/N : i added my sae drawing that was supposed to be for studying anatomy/lighting since i heavily referenced it from this, but i thought it fits so like... yeah.ˎˊ˗
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ITOSHI SAE is a man of control and discipline, but just as controlled and disciplined he is, he's still a human being at the end of the day, there are moments when he lowered his guard down unintentionally; and it's whenever you're around or in this case it's when you ordered takeouts and spread it out on the counter, all kinds— ranging from fried wings to the mouthwatering french fries on the side you always have it pair with.
His arms crossed on the counter waiting for his tea to cool down while he watches you chew and savour your rewards for getting through your most stressful day. he didn't say anything; and for a moment his eyes stuck on the way your lips moved when you eat before it drifted back to the fries again. It's golden, crispy, and probably has too much sodium in it. And probably the most delicious and tempting thing perched on the counter right now... other than you.
"You want some?" you asked, waving a single fry in front of him, he backed away a little and your lips widened into a smile, at this point Sae would usually sigh, shake his head and ruffle your hair before leaving with his 'super duper healthy' daily tea, that's the reaction you were sure to happen, although...
"Sure." he said, totally caught you off guard, you blinked— once, twice, absolutely baffled. "Huh? Oh... Sure...?" You muttered in disbelief and Sae just looked at you, dead serious.
You're not sure if he's testing you or if he actually wants the fries... but honestly it's probably both. Slowly... you lift the fry into his mouth and he leans closer, lips parting and you can't believe this is actually happening that he finally-
Crunch ! !
You flinched and recoiled back, cursing under your breath— you should've seen it coming... you should've seen the way his lips twitched into a smile, should've known Sae won't let you tempt him like this...
"Gotcha." He hummed, while you blinked, eyes wide, jaw slack— your wrist throb where he'd just bit into... Seeing him so playful, a smug smile plastered on his face like that, you're not even sure if you're supposed to be mad or kiss him stupid instead...
𓏵 WARNINGS : made with fem!reader in mind but no pronouns are used (pls lmk if i do!), swearing/cussing, suggestive, might be ooc.
⤷ ゛A/N : i added my sae drawing that was supposed to be for studying anatomy/lighting since i heavily referenced it from this, but i thought it fits so like... yeah.ˎˊ˗