Pure Fucking Reposts

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."

Your eyes blew open.

"Rin!"

part 1 to childhood bsf!sae x reader