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FREAK LIKE ME .ᐟ michael kaiser x f!reader
˚˖ִ໋ synopsis: your annoying roommate, MICHAEL KAISER, cannot stop pissing you off even if his life depended on it. however, he's undeniably sexy, and he seems to think you are too. and honestly, fate seems to like the idea of you riding the annoying out of him.
˚˖ִ໋ contains: university!au, reddit format, swearing, pet names, pervert!kaiser, pervert!roommate!kaiser, masturbation (m), p in v, porn with plot, hate fucking, cowgirl, nipple play (f receiving), bratty!kaiser, dom!kaiser (in a way idk if he qualifies as a switch), mean!reader, degradation (m! receiving)
˚˖ִ໋ word count: 3k
⊹ ࣪ ˖ help. how do i tell my uni roommate that i really don't like how he lives at home? cans everywhere. blue dye everywhere (even in my shampoo! and it's BLUE DYE). eats my leftovers every other day. and he's so smug every time i get pissed. uggghhhhhhh i really just want to have peace for a year... what do i do?
You banged on the door once.
The silence that follows prompts another bang—your fist slamming on the door.
"Michael, I swear to God!"
chest to back ft. Vivian Hugo
・❥・smut mdni i got no witty summary for this one. backshots with hugo. that's it.
he's everywhere.
that's the only thought you can string together, with your cheek pressed flat against the pillow and vivian hugo's enormous body draped over yours like a second skin. his chest is pressed to your back, his hips slotting behind yours, his arms caging you in on either side. he's so much bigger than you that you're practically swallowed whole. cocooned. buried under him.
"look at you," he murmurs against the back of your neck, lips brushing your hairline. burgundy strands tickle your shoulder. his voice is low and unhurried, that same neutral calm he carries everywhere, except now it's got this dark, slow edge to it. "you're already shaking."
"shut up," you breathe.
he doesn't. "i haven't even done anything yet."
he pushes in.
slow. devastatingly slow. you feel every centimetre of him stretching you open, your walls fluttering and struggling around the sheer girth of him and all you can do is grab fistfuls of the sheet and whimper into the pillow because there's nowhere to go. no room. he's behind you, above you, against you, his weight pinning your hips down perfectly so you can't even squirm away from the stretch.
"hah— vivian, s'too—"
"mm." his chest rumbles against your spine. "take it."
and you do. you have to. his hips keep pressing forward, slow and inexorable, until he's bottomed out completely and you feel him so deep it knocks the breath from your lungs.
a beat of silence. his big hand spreads flat across your stomach, pressing down lightly like he's feeling himself inside you. you whimper.
"there," he says, almost thoughtfully.
then he starts to move.
it's not frantic. vivian hugo doesn't do anything frantically. even like this, even buried inside you with your slick coating him, his rhythm is deliberate and deep, long strokes that drag against every sensitive wall and have you biting the pillow to keep from screaming. his hips roll into yours from behind, the thick slap of skin soft and wet and rhythmic. his mouth finds the back of your neck again and he just breathes there, warm and steady, whilst you fall apart underneath him.
"god," you sob. "god, you're so—"
"big?" he supplies.
you hate that he sounds completely composed. you hate that you're a mess and he's cataloguing it.
"yes," you gasp. "yes, fucking— move, please—"
he does. harder this time. his forearm comes down across your shoulders, pinning you lower into the mattress, and the angle shifts and you actually cry out, loud and ugly, because now he's hitting something inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges.
"there it is," vivian says quietly, almost to himself. pressing into that same spot again on purpose. and again. "that's the one."
you're drooling against the pillow. you can feel it and you cannot care. his cock is splitting you open from behind and his chest is so warm, so solid against your back, and every thrust forward grinds your clit against the mattress just slightly, just enough, just—
"vivian— i'm gonna—"
"not yet."
"i can't— please—"
"i said," his mouth is at your ear now, burgundy hair against your cheek, his voice dropping to something quiet and absolute, "not yet."
his hips stop. fully stop. buried to the hilt, pulsing inside you. and you're clenching around him desperately, your whole body shaking with the effort of holding back, nails scratching uselessly at the sheets.
"vivian," you whimper. nearly crying.
"you'll wait," he tells you. calm. like he's reading from his blank book. "until i say."
long seconds pass. the wet, full feeling of him is unbearable. you're clenching and fluttering around nothing, trying to get friction, trying to get anything, and he just stays there like he has all the time in the world.
then he pulls back and slams forward.
you scream.
he does it again. and again. the rhythm turns brutal now, finally, his hips snapping into yours from behind in a punishing pace that drives you up the mattress inch by inch, and his big hand grabs your hip to drag you back onto him, meeting every thrust, the wet slap of it obscene in the quiet room.
"now," he says.
you're already gone.
the orgasm crashes through you in waves, your pussy clenching hard around his cock, your thighs shaking, a broken string of his name dissolving into nothing against the pillow. he rides you through it, relentless, hips still snapping, drawing it out until you're sobbing and overstimulated and limp.
he follows a moment later. deep. buried. the groan he lets out is low and private, the most undone you've ever heard him. his hips stutter. still.
silence.
he doesn't move off you.
his chest stays pressed to your back. his weight stays on you, warm and enormous and grounding. one big hand comes up and smooths down your hair, almost absentmindedly, like he's tidying a page he's already read.
you're wrecked. thighs slick, sheets ruined, lungs still catching up.
"breathe," he says quietly.
you do. because he told you to. and somewhere in the wreckage of your brain that feels less like obedience and more like something you can't name yet.
his lips press once, soft and unhurried, to the back of your neck.
"suitable," he murmurs.
you're not sure if he means you. or himself. or the two of you together like this, fitted perfectly, his body swallowing yours whole.
you think he does.
an: first time writing hugo ehe. how did i do :p
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YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE — i . bunny
when you’re dating bunny iglesias, your life becomes a little ridiculous sometimes.
but that’s mostly because neither of you were technically supposed to be doing it.
for bunny, secrecy came with his career. people online watched everything he did, fans could easily make up stories, and apparently being seen walking beside somebody for too long was enough to start rumors for weeks. he didn’t want to bring you to that life.
and for you, the issue was simpler. your family would actually lose their minds.
which was why you were currently climbing out your bedroom window at one in the morning while trying not to make any noise.
bunny stood underneath with his hood pulled up, hands on your waist helping you get down.
“cmon, a little faster now” he teases,
“try escaping your own house then.”
“i escaped the paparazzi, that counts.”
he laughed quietly under his breath right as your foot slipped slightly against the edge. bunny covered your mouth before you could panic. amusement already sitting in his expression.
“dramatic.” he muttered.
“shut up i don’t do this often!”
“shh, amor. quiet.”
still, he didn’t let go until both your feet safely touched the ground.
his car waited near the curb with the headlights off.
you followed him quickly, paranoid that there might be neighbors watching you at one am. the second you got inside, bunny reached over and pulled your seatbelt across for you.
“thank you.”
“mhm.”
you let out a heavy sigh of relief as you have succeeded, glancing sideways at him. “so. where are we going?”
“ohh. that’s right. i didn’t tell you huh.” he glances at you before starting the car. “—well, worry not amor. you’re still going to have the time of your life.”
you laugh softly, forgetting the consequences of your actions like usual when you’re with bunny. he kisses your cheek before starting to drive, playing music to keep his energy up.
the beach was empty when you arrived. just dark water, cold sand, and the sound of waves crashing somewhere ahead while the city lights flickered faintly behind you.
“i can’t believe you drove this far at two in the morning,” you said while kicking your shoes off.
bunny shrugged. “you said you missed the beach.”
“that was three weeks ago.”
“isn’t it more romantic that i remembered?”
you stare at him, a little flustered after what he said before looking away. bunny takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side as he slowly walks closer to the water. he stops when his feet starts to feel the waves, turning around to you, waiting. you walked closer, taking his hand. smiling to yourself while the cold sand pressed between your toes.
most of the night passed quietly.
you chased each other near the shoreline. bunny splashed water at you first, then acted offended when you retaliated harder. at some point he nearly dropped his phone into the ocean trying to take a blurry picture of you laughing.
“iglesias— delete that!”
“oh no fucking way.”
“i look ugly.”
“you literally don’t.”
you immediately grabbed for his phone while he laughed and held it out of reach.
“let me take another photo.”
“no way. bunny!”
somewhere between chasing each other near the water and bunny almost dropping his phone into the ocean, the two of you ended up sitting in the sand catching your breath.
bunny stares at the water, occasionally looking at you before returning his focus on the water.
“we haven’t swam yet.” he puts one hand at your back, rubbing your back.
“do you want to?” you look at him, giggling softly at the feeling of his hand.
“only if you’re swimming too.”
you slowly get up and stretch, preparing yourself to swim.
“you’re not taking your shirt off?” bunny questions,
you look back at him displeased, “pervert.”
“aye. not like that— we don’t have extra clothes.” he pauses, “i’m already shirtless, make it fair.” he smiles, walking backwards to the water while he still looked at you in the eye.
you groan, immediately taking your shirt off and tossing it far from the water. you run towards your boyfriend, jumping on top of him making you both fall.
the water was freezing. that was the first thing bunny complained about after you both were fully wet from the water.
“amor, my legs are numb.” he whines in fake annoyance,
“look who’s dramatic now.” he ignores you and pulls you closer towards him while you both went further into the ocean.
he stopped for about two seconds before staring at you intensely, hands settling at your waist to steady both of you against the tide.
the ocean stretched dark around you, the lights faint in the distance while the water moved softly against your legs.
for once, bunny went quiet.
you looked up at him properly then. damp hair falling into his eyes, his muscular build that was hard to ignore, the corner of his mouth curled slightly like he was trying not to smile too hard.
“wanna be embarrassing?” he murmured.
“..embarrassing how…?”
“couple making out in the beach kind of embarrassing.”
“iglesias, no—“
you were cut off when another wave crashed against both of you, making you unbalanced.
“just one kiss.” his hand stayed on your cheek.
you sigh, pretending you weren’t enjoying this. “just one.”
then he leaned down and kissed you before you could say anything else.
it was slow, warm despite the cold water around you. when he pulled back, he still stayed close.
“amor,” he said quietly, smiling a little now. “you sure you only want one?”
you huff in frustration as you harshly pull him back in. kissing so intensely you start to forget about everything around you. the water, the cold air, the time. he doesn’t let go either, he doesn’t plan to. but when you both finished taking your time, he pulls you down in the water, wetting your hair.
he pulls you closer with his grip on your arm, “was this worth sneaking out for?” he whispers to your ear.
“shut up and kiss me.”
eventually the cold forced both of you back toward the car.
bunny’s hoodie hung loosely over your shoulders, the sleeves covering half your hands while the wind pushed your hair across your face. to which he reached over automatically to fix it. his fingers brushed gently near your cheek. squeezing it before tucking the strands of your hair back properly.
your hair was damp from the ocean breeze, and bunny kept shaking sand out of his shoes with increasing irritation while you only watched from the passenger seat trying not to laugh.
“feel like this is your fault.”
“and how is that my fault exactly?”
“cause you wanted to go to the beach.”
you let out a face of disbelief, “excuse me— you drove us here.”
the inside of the car felt warmer now, fog slowly gathering against the windows while soft romantic music played low through the speakers. for a while, bunny just drove aimlessly along the coast. you watched the streetlights pass outside while resting your head against the window.
then his voice cut through the quiet.
“you ever get tired of this?”
“wow, serious all of the sudden.” you looked over, “tired of what?”
“..hiding.”
his hands stayed loose against the steering wheel, expression calmer than usual now.
“sometimes,” you admitted.
there was a small pause from bunny after that, “me too.”
bunny rarely sounded serious for long. usually he’d joke his way through uncomfortable conversations. but now he just looked thoughtful.
“i hate that you have to sneak around for me,” he said quietly.
your chest softened immediately. “it’s not your fault. i have my reasons too.”
“still.”
he tapped his fingers once against the steering wheel before continuing. “i think about normal stuff sometimes.”
“normal stuff?”
“yeah. like being able to pick you up properly.” he huffed a laugh under his breath. “front door, daylight. all that.”
you smiled a little. “my parents would kill you.”
“probably.”
“..but i’m glad you feel that way.” you stay quiet for a while before continuing, “i was worried that you were getting used to me climbing out the window.”
that made him laugh.
he reached over briefly, squeezing your hand once before focusing back on the road.
somewhere around five in the morning, both of you ended up parked near the quieter side of the beach again.
you weren’t even supposed to fall asleep.
bunny had reclined his seat slightly while talking about some teammate drama you barely understood, and you’d curled sideways against him listening sleepily while the heater warmed the car.
the next thing you knew, sunlight hit your face. you squinted awake immediately.
“…oh no.”
bunny stirred beside you with a groggy frown. “what time is it.”
you grabbed your phone, then immediately sat upright.
“oh my god.”
“what?”
“twenty missed calls.”
bunny blinked himself awake slower. “that’s not good.”
you looked at him in horror. “don’t state the obvious!”
“okay, don’t panic.”
“i’m dead.” you stutter, “like actually dead.”
bunny grabbed his own phone finally, wincing slightly. “we are. not just you, don’t worry.” he holds up his phone, showing you missed calls from his teammates.
“bunny.”
“i’m driving, relax.”
“holy shit we are both screwed.”
he tried not to smile, but he couldn’t help himself.
“this isn’t funny.”
“pretty sure this is a sign for us to go public”
“BUNNY.”
he laughed properly then, starting the car while you buried your face in your hands.
“do you want breakfast? coffee? there’s a drive-thru close by.” he mentions,
“iglesias we are both dead. funeral. six feet under.”
“were already in trouble.” he mutters, focused on the road.
you stare at him, a little annoyed he doesn’t seem worried. but then you see your favorite fast-food restaurant close by.
“okay let’s eat.”
“knew it.”
the drive back felt way too short. by the time he pulled up outside your house, your stomach already hurt from anxiety. every curtain in the house was open, which felt threatening somehow.
“i’m never sneaking out again,” you muttered.
“you said that last time.”
“let’s hope they don’t put bricks on my window.”
bunny leaned back against his seat watching you nervously gather your things.
then he smiled suddenly. big and completely unapologetic. “worth it though.”
before you could answer, the front door opened. both your parents stood there in complete silence.
watching.
directly at the car, directly at bunny. bunny’s smile only widens even more in amusement. you covered your eyes immediately. muttering quiet apologies while you refused to look at your parents in the eye.
another terrible silence passed.
then bunny leaned slightly toward you and whispered, “gameplan?”
you nearly laughed despite everything. “i’m going out. and you immediately drive.”
“yes ma’am.”
he hums as you get out of the car. you close the door and walk with your parents back inside while bunny starts driving away. already thinking about the excuses he has to make for his teammates.
you were definitely grounded. yet bunny still had the audacity to message you despite it all.
bunny : update me if you can sneak out again next week.
bunny : lmfaaoo jus kidding
bunny : also you didn’t kiss me goodbye
bunny : love you dont die
bunny : did they take your phone
☆ VILLAINESS IS STRESSED BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED TO AN ASSHOLE!
— a bllk fanfic // you have to marry the worst character in your favourite webtoon.
synopsis: you got reincarnated as a villainess from your favourite webtoon and had to marry the bratty, asshole-y prince, rin itoshi! pairing: villainess!reader x prince!rin itoshi [aged up] wc: 12.8k (oh brother, I HAD NO IDEA) cw: NOT PROOFREAD. rin is an asshole but so is the reader. constant bickering. constant disrespect. mutual understanding at some point? nsfw includes: inexperienced!rin. rin gets easily flustered. cunn*lingus. bl*wjob. org*sms (m and f). "teaching sex." pen*tration. r*w. cre*mpie. they're both emotionally constipated, going tit for tat really. that's all ig :p old m.list. | new m.list.
"OH MY GOD—!!" you grinned to yourself, kicking your feet up your bed and giggling to yourself like a maniac as you read on the latest chapter of your favourite webtoon. the main female lead of the webtoon had passed all hurdles set by the villainess to finally marry the older itoshi prince — prince sae itoshi! oh god, you had been waiting for this for so, so long!
you sighed and put your phone to the side. blinking up at your uneventful white ceiling, you groaned and raked your palms over your face. "god. wouldn't it be great to marry a guy like prince sae?"
even if your statement sounded pathetic, you couldn't help but wish for it to be true. calm, cool, collected — the holy trinity that made prince sae so charming! you could only dream of a man like him. there was no man on the mortal realm that could even compare close to sae. you couldn't possibly find someone like him here. oh, how you hated not being able to go inside the story!
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˙ǝɔɐɟ ʎʇʇǝɹd ɐ ɥɔns ɹoɟ uɐǝɯ os s,ǝɥ :⇂00
(he's so mean for such a pretty face.)
cw: impact play, breeding kink, degradation, toxic, small mentions of blood, edging, manipulation. prolly ooc idk bruv. fem! reader
word count: 1.3k
authors note: hiori be like: yo
Your boyfriend was the sweetest boy ever. He took you out on dates weekly. Carried you when your feet hurt so bad you couldn’t walk. Stroked your hair to sleep, kissed your hands, and everywhere around your body so intimately.
It was during sex, that he did a 180. His voice was flatter, his eyes empty, he looked at you with such pity for being so pathetic, so horny you had to ask for him to help you alleviate yourself.
His thighs spread yours open, you're in nothing but one of his hoodies, which have been hoisted up to your waist so he can have better access to your clit.
His fingers rub at it, faster and faster. The thing is, he refuses to make you cum. Each time you feel close he takes your fingers away, smiles, and builds you up all over again.
But you can see his patience slowly chip away. His hips unconsciously move up and down to the air, his inner lip being bitten so much to the point of blood, and only then has he started voicing his frustrations.
“So fucking pathetic.” He brushes your hair to the side as he stares down at you. “This is what you need, right baby? You wanna cum so bad? You had to get your fucking boyfriend to play with your clit and get you off?”
You grinded against his palm, your back arching up off of the bed. All you can do is make incoherent noises as tears flow down your face.
“You're so dumb. So so so dumb.” He slips two fingers inside of you. “I’m so hard…look at how good I am to you. Delaying fucking you just to make you cum and ruin my sheets.”
“Hiori…y–you’re so mean..” You whispered.
His sadistic smile that was on his for so long face faded.
“I’m mean sweetheart? Most men wouldn’t even treat you this fucking good. Touching you like this, when you’re so damn filthy.” His hand that stroked your hair slid down to your throat and squeezed slightly, enough to make you aware about every breath you took. “Look at you so desperate. Yeah you are, you want it…”
His finger started going rougher and rougher. “Come on, do what you're so desperate to do whore, I wanna see you cum for me. Make yourself stupid.”
His other hand roamed down to the side of your ass and rubbed before slapping with a stinging force, and rubbing it again to soothe you.
“Fuck hiori..!” You whimpered out.
“You wanna cum yeah? That’s all you’re ever good for right sweetheart?” He breathes out, another slap ringing out before he rubs the spot again and soothes it.
You nod your head, lost in the clouds feeling so much ecstasy, you can’t even hear what he’s saying.
“So fucked out, can’t even hear me huh darlin'..?” He chuckles. “Fuck i’m so hard…I wanna fuck you so bad sweetheart. 'Wanna dump my cum in you..” He’s gone a little dumb himself despite degrading you so hard, his fingers so soaked with your arousal.
And just as you are about to cum, him giving you a false hope once again, he takes his fingers away. You don’t register it for a few seconds and your body reacts before your mind knows it, viciously shaking as tears stream down your face.
“Aw…so upset over me not giving you what you want. You’re so greedy. You think a brat like you can just get what she wants at a whim? You’re so fucking stupid.” He slaps your ass once, twice, three times. Rubbing it tenderly afterwards. The room was silent for a few minutes with just heavy breathing.
After a while, you rolled your hips against his hard on, it was throbbing through his pants. He sucks in a shaky, barely concealed groan. “Hiori…wan’ it..” you whine.
He bites his lips again, before grabbing your hips. “You ‘wan’ it?” he mocks you. "l’ll give you your cock slut. I'll fuck you so good, so stop pouting.” Another slap rang out.
His boxers slip down and reveal his sensitive, leaking dick. He strokes it a few times to relieve some of the aching, before lining himself up and shoving himself all the way into your dripping cunt.
“ffuuuuckkk hioriii…feels so good mmmffff...” You moan.
“I bet it does, bet this is the best dick you’ll ever get, most guys wont waste their time on you..” He laughs.
You whine when he doesn’t move his hips, bucking your hips against his. “I know, I know.. I'll give you your dick love. All yours. I know you need it.”
Immediately afterwards, he pulls all the way out just to slam back into, brutally ramming his cock inside of you. He fucks you so roughly its almost blinding. The sound of skin slapping resonates throughout the whole room.
“Shit hio–it hurts–it hurts..!” You sob.
“It's all you deserve, you can’t expect me to give you everything can you? Take what I give you baby.” Though despite his words, you feel his hips falter a little bit and and he fucks you less brutally.
Your arms reach up and wrap around him, clawing at his back, scratching until blood beads up. He sighs, and that same sadistic smile is on his face again.
“Come on scratch at me darlin’, do it all. You feel so fucking good I know it.” Meanwhile, he took one of your legs in your hands, reaching up at your thigh and pressing it to your chest.
“Bet you feeling me so deep huh..? Can even see me slip in and out of you.” He chuckles.
“Hio..I think ‘m gonna…” you trailed off.
“I know you’re close, you’ve been squeezing around me tighter for the past two minutes, i’m not as dumb as you.” His voice lost a little edge, making it clear that he wasn’t far off from cumming either.
His hips lose its precise rhythm, he fucks you faster but sloppily.
Your legs wrap around his hips, and lock him from pulling out.
“Oh? You want me to cum inside?” drawing out his words, playing dumb.
You nod your head vigorously and bite at your lips, rolling against him.
“Yeah dump all my cum in, gonna make you so full. Gonna breed you..gonna make you a—haah—..mama yeah sweetheart? You want it..” He snaps his hips forward.
And that's what pushes you over the edge. You cum with a blinding sob, and your vision goes white as you gush around his cock. He rides out your orgasm with you, fucking you through it, and when you were finished he was still going.
He rutted into you like a damn dog. And it was then when you look at him that you see, he was just as desperate and depraved like you.
“Fuck..take it all…I want you full of it baby..” He says as he cums, his hips finally stuttering as his tips sputter and spurts his cum deep into your womb.
Slowly, he pulls out and then collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms around him, running your hands down his back as goes so silent, you would’ve thought he was asleep.
“You did amazing..you took me so well.” He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.
A few minutes later, you hit him on the head.
Not even an ounce of pain, just a muffled “what was that for..?”
“For calling me a slut! You’re so mean sometimes you sadistic freak!”
He chuckles, lifting his head up a bit “I don’t mean it darlin, you’re mine. You’re beautiful and I don’t deserve you.” He kisses your neck and you both doze off.
(thanks for the read, first time posting lol.)
— Capernaum II
wc. 2k part 1 here
You told yourself it was just one game.
You'd watch from the stands. You wouldn't try to get close. You wouldn't make it weird—you are a reasonable person who did not fly to Japan to stalk her childhood crush slash almost-friend that doesn't even remember her.
You'd watch one game and go home.
That was the plan.
Germany versus South Korea. Knockout match.
You found the cheapest seat in the stadium and you sat in it with your scarf pulled up to your nose and you watched him.
He moved differently now. Still fast, the way he'd been fast at twelve—fast like someone who'd always needed to be—but now there was intention behind it. Purpose. He didn't just move. He decided to move and the pitch rearranged itself around him.
He scored four times and Germany won.
You told yourself to go back to the hotel after the game.
But you didn't go back to the hotel.
You'd always been like this. You knew that about yourself. Some part of you that never fully learned to leave Michael Kaiser alone—the same part that followed a boy home from school, that grabbed a boy's hoodie on a street and simply refused to let go.
The stadium tunnel wasn't impossible to slip into. Not if you acted like you belonged. Not if you walked with purpose and kept your lanyard visible and didn't make eye contact with anyone who might ask questions.
You kept your eyes forward and your heart was going insane.
You convinced yourself “just a glimpse of him up close”
You just want to see how tall he’s grown, how his voice has deepened now maybe? So, you walked towards where you know the locker room is. You feel like a creep but the desire to see him again was stronger.
Then you heard a loud slam that made you halt in your steps.
You took a cautious step closer wanting to hear more, then something was thrown and it hit a wall. More shouting—the kind that bounced off concrete and came back louder. The locker room door was ahead, slightly ajar, voices spilling out through the gap.
That's the German locker room, you realized.
“Are they fighting—”
You didn't get to finish the thought because the door suddenly swung open and you saw a figure walk out.
That tall height, that blonde hair and that intense angry aura that seeps through his very being.
Kaiser was still in his kit. Damp at the collar, chest still heaving slightly from the match. His expression was thunderous—jaw set, brow low, eyes scanning the corridor like he was looking for someone else to fight.
Then he saw you.
You thought he'd never recognize you but you watched it happen in real time. The way he scanned your face. The way he paused. The way his eyes moved over you like he was pulling something up from somewhere very deep and very far away.
Then the crease between his brows deepened.
“Oh no…” you thought.
He crossed the distance in four steps, grabbed your arm, and pulled you down the corridor without a word.
He found a side room. Storage, maybe. Spare equipment stacked against the walls. A single overhead light. He pushed the door shut behind him and turned and glared at you and you stood there holding the strap of your lanyard like it was the only stable thing in the room.
“What are you doing here.”
Not a question. You remembered that about him too.
“I—I didn't—I was just—”
“WHAT. Are you doing here.” Each word its own sentence. His voice was low and hushed. But the hush was doing a lot of work containing a much louder rage underneath.
“I came to watch you...” you said, small and honest.
Something flickered across his face.
Then he moved—fast—both palms hitting the wall behind you, caging either side of your head with a sound that made you flinch. He leaned in. His blue eyes were inches from yours and they were furious and exactly the same as you remembered.
“WHY.” His eyes narrowed, full of pent up anger. “Why did you come all the way here? You can't watch the game on your phone screen? You had to fly across the world—”
“I just wanted to see you—”
“WHY?!” Michael snapped. His voice cracked at the edges. Not breaking. Splitting. Like something behind it was pressing too hard.
“You're not supposed to be here yet. Do you understand that? You're not—” He exhaled sharply, his gaze flickering and his jaw worked.
“You’re not supposed to see me like this! I still have nothing to show you. Nothing!” He raised his voice, his anger spiking.
“That kid you knew back then? That dirty kid from sixth grade? You think I'm any different? You think I'm better now? I'm not. I'm still the same. I'm still a piece of shit, a nobody just like that kid and you're standing here looking at me like that!”
His voice dropped.
“Do you think I should feel happy right now? That you're here?”
“Michael—”
“Shut up!” He pushed off the wall. Turned away. His hand went through his damp hair and stayed there, gripping.
“Know your place. You should know your place! You need to—you need to leave. Go back to your life, to whatever the fuck you're doing—” He paced back and forth like a caged animal.
“Just fuck off!”
Silence.
Your hands were trembling and cold, fingers white around your lanyard. But fear had nothing to do with it. Because you weren't afraid of him. You've never been afraid of him—not when he shoved you to the ground at twelve, not now. Kaiser had always been like this. All bared teeth and raised hackles, snarling at anything that came too close. And you'd always been the idiot standing there anyway, hands open, thinking “I know. I know. I just want to get close enough to help.”
You never knew how to make him come to you. You only ever knew how to stay.
You thought about a big house with dead vines on the gate. You thought about standing on the pavement outside it, listening to the shouting, and doing nothing. Going home. Telling yourself what could you even do, you were just a little girl, it wasn't your fault.
You were twelve years old the last time you let yourself believe that.
You weren't twelve anymore.
Something locked into place in your chest—quiet and certain and completely immovable.
So you let your voice out even though it came out wrong and too scared—but you said it anyway.
“Let me watch you win.”
He went still.
“Let me stay here.”
Michael's fists clenched at his sides, his sharp blue eyes burning into yours with intensity but beneath it something fragile flickered.
“I want to watch you win.” Your voice shook but you didn't stop.
“I want to be here for you. I'm not—I'm not going to let you push me away again. I'll be here. I'll watch you take everything. I'll watch you conquer it all.” You breathed. “And if you lose—”
He shook his head, not wanting to hear it.
“—I'll still be here.”
The storage room was very quiet.
Kaiser looked at you for a long moment. Really looked—the same way he had in the park at twelve, like you'd said something his brain didn't have a category for. Like you kept arriving in his life saying things that tore down his walls.
“Why are you so stubborn.” he said finally. Quiet. Exhausted.
“Because I'm your friend.” you said.
And something ignited behind his eyes. His anger flared once again.
“Friend.” The word came out like something bitter.
“I don't want to be your friend.” Michael gritted out as he stepped closer. “Didn't I make that clear? We can't be friends. I cannot be your friend.”
“Michael—”
“I cannot!” He snapped. The anger was still there but underneath it now you could hear the edges of something else. Something raw and unsteady that he was working very hard to keep contained.
His jaw was tight—a muscle jumping under the skin—and he looked at you for a long time before he spoke.
“I don't want to be just friends.”
His expression twisted, conflicted. It was supposed to be easier than this.
“I told myself—” He bit out, voice sharp like broken glass.
“That if I was going to—if I was going to let myself keep you—” The word landed heavy and he dragged a hand through his hair, restless, agitated.
“—I had to at least be something first. Something that isn't easily trampled. Because I'm nothing. I was nothing then and I still am now.” His voice cracked. He turned away sharply, throat working.
“I want to be someone that could be there for you. Someone that can protect you. Someone that deserves to be there. Someone that—someone that you could be proud of.”
For the first time you saw something raw and vulnerable in his expression—frustration, fear, want.
“And right now…” he swallowed hard. His eyes flicked back to yours, burning. “I'm still a nobody.”
He stepped back.
“So fuck off.”
He turned toward the door.
And that's when you moved.
You didn't think about it—the same way you never thought about it back then when you approached him in that swing, not when you handed him the sandwich, not when you followed him home with your fists clenched so tight on the back of his hoodie, not when you screamed “I want to be your friend” into the open air. Your body just knew.
You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him from behind.
He went rigid immediately.
Every muscle in his back locked up at once, his whole body going taut like he was bracing for something—a hit, a shove, something with an edge to it. Not this. Never this.
You pressed your face between his shoulder blades and held on.
He didn't move.
You didn't say anything. There was nothing to say that you hadn't already said, and you knew—you'd always known that words only made Kaiser want to run. So you just stayed. Arms around his torso, cheek against the damp fabric of his kit, breathing.
His hands stayed at his sides.
The seconds stretched.
And then so slowly you almost missed it—his head dropped.
Just slightly. Just forward, just an inch, like something in him was too heavy to hold up anymore. Like he'd been carrying it for a very long time and for just this moment he forgot to keep his shoulders straight.
You felt it. You didn't say anything about it.
You stayed until he straightened again. Until his breath evened out. Until the rigidness in his back softened, just barely, just enough.
Then he reached down and removed your hands. Carefully. Not roughly—just firmly, like he was returning something he didn't trust himself to keep.
He stepped forward without turning around.
“Go home.” he said quietly.
His voice was different now. The anger had burned itself out somewhere in the last few minutes and what was left underneath was just—tired.
He walked to the door.
His hand found the handle.
“Michael…” you said softly.
He stopped. Didn't turn.
“I'll wait.” you said.
A long beat of silence.
Then the door opened and he walked through it.
You stood in the storage room alone and you watched him walk down the corridor. His kit. His number. KAISER across his shoulders in bold white letters, 10 underneath.
The feeling of your face pressed against the back of his jersey burned itself into your memory and your eyes sting and you let yourself cry.
But this time you weren’t crying because he walked away and abandoned you.
This time you know its different.
This time you know he walked away with the purpose of coming back.
He wasn't a boy running away, he’s a man asking for time.
I'll wait. you thought. Take all the time you need.
I've been waiting since I was twelve, I can wait a few years more.
#notes: in light of the recent manga chapters i wrote part two based on how kaiser is currently behaving which is RADIOACTIVE btw (ó﹏ò｡) i swear hes giving chernobyl vibes (•᷄- •᷅ ;)
#notes: anyway i hope you guys enjoyed this as much i did (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶)
#notes: and i hope dear old michael would get better soon enough („• ֊ •„)੭
༊*·˚dodging his kisses
summary: pranking them by avoiding or dodging their kisses.
characters: hugo, sae, loki, kaiser, reo, nagi
content: fluff, ooc, light violence in hugo, loki is a menace, clingy, whiny boys who want their kiss, lost the plot with michael's
✧˖*vivien hugo
it was normal morning and you’d just got out of the shower, getting ready in the mirror. hugo was beside you brushing his teeth, heavy with sleep. when he finished, he leaned in for his morning kiss but at the last second you swerved and his kiss landed on his cheek instead. he blinked slightly confused but he shrugged it off. he leaned in once again but this time there was no kiss at all. this time he froze and stared at you with growing confused and hurt.
“what’s wrong? did I do something wrong? am I being punished??”
you didn’t respond and just walked away, laughing silently.
he followed you, demanding an explanation. “are you mad at me? do you not love me anymore”
“no, I’m not mad and I still love you”
he hugged you from behind. hug is an understatement. he leaned in, exerting his entire body weight on you causing you to tip over and fall on to your bed. his arms locked around you in a tight hug.
“vivien!” you yelled, trying to push him off. “get off me!”
he held you even tighter “no”
you started to lightly punch him in his upper body. “let—” punch. “me—” punch “go−”
“why are you avoiding my kisses” he whined, his voice muffled by his face buried in your chest. “please kiss me or else I’ll die.”
he was acting like a golden retriever that was denied his favourite toy. He looked up at you, his voice small and pathetic “please just one”
finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. “can you please get off of me?”
he sat up but still didn’t let you go. you reached for him, cupped his face and kissed him. he relaxed instantly and melted into your kiss. you pulled away but he was unsatisfied. he pulled you back, deepening the kiss as if he was sucking the life out of you, until you were dizzy and breathless.
when he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “please don’t do that again” you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. And he planted a final kiss on your forehead.
⤹ ୨୧ ‧₊ vivien hugo does not belong in the kitchen.
notes: or any kitchen for that matter, hugo is a dumbass, my pitiful attempt at #peakcomedy, no tw just being mean to hugo, also gn!reader
asking vivien hugo for help around the kitchen is a recipe for disaster.
does he know how to cook? unfortunately, he does. he can chef up a mean bowl of instant noodles, boiled eggs with chicken dryer than his jokes. but that’s just about it with him. it’s what he learned when he was a kid with the metabolism of an elephant back in training for the france national team.
so when you ask him to help you with the beef wellington you’re preparing for dinner, you should’ve known it would be your biggest beef steak—sorry, mistake.
when this 187 centimeter tall (or 6’2” in freedom units) hunk of pure protein hobbles into the kitchen like a baby giraffe just learning how to walk, you immediately know that this is uncharted territory for him.
“what do you need help with?” he asks, looking around with morbidly wide eyes, like everything in the kitchen might leap at him and cook him for dinner. truth is, you should’ve sent him away right then but you didn’t.
“just watch the oven for a little while i prepare the sauce, please.” you don’t turn to look at him, hands engaged in making sauce which would go well with the wellington. hugo hummed and knelt in front of the oven, watching the wellington swell up in the pan slowly.
“also braise it with egg wash occasionally, it’ll get dry otherwise.” you intercepted his internal reverie of idly watching the wellington bake. hugo flinched at your words, did you really trust him with such an important task?
you noticed his expression and laughed, “what are you so afraid of? it’s food. not going to bite you or anything.” you looked away, “if you don’t want to do it, fine. but we’re putting in so much effort, i don’t want us to eat dry wellington.”
that seemed to have flipped a switch inside hugo’s partially empty head, he got up and looked around for the egg wash, after not being able to find it for a good minute you sighed and pointed towards it on the counter, “there. use your eyes.”
hugo found it and held an intense stare-down with it for a long moment, mentally preparing himself. were you sure to trust him with this?
he picked up the brush and bowl and approached the oven again, he opened the door and the smell of fresh pastry and faint notes of meat filled his senses. now he felt even more terrified of ruining your hardwork.
he grabbed the brush handle and dipped it in the bowl with egg wash, swirling it a few times before lifting it and swiping it across the flaky surface of the wellington.
first swipe, safe.
he closed his eyes and smiled, making an uncanny resemblance to darren watkins jr. he gave a couple more swipes of the brush before lifting the lid back up.
you clapped gleefully, “see! that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you leaned up to kiss his cheek. he smiled, smug. “yeah.”
second time wasn’t so good.
hugo, being the dimwitted little idiot he is, forgot to close the oven door after braising the wellington in egg wash.
why, you may ask?
simply because he felt the quest to chase after your lips for a kiss was more important than securing dinner.
so, he had you pinned against the counter, littering tender kisses all over your face and distracting both you and him from the impending surge of doom you both were about to face.
beep! beep! beep!
you pulled away from hugo’s mouth with a gasp, “hugo! the smoke alarm!” hugo, all dazed and kiss-drunk barely registered a thing before a dim lightbulb flickered in his head. oh right, the wellington.
you both went up in panic and moved to open all the windows, hugo turned the oven off (great, there’s something which he actually can do.) and you put on your mittens, grabbing the tray of the charred remains of what was once a beautiful beef wellington.
grief and devastation painted your face as you peered into the blackness of the pan. a disappointed frown curled on your lips and you slowly turned to face hugo, “why did you leave the oven open?!” you whined, putting the smoking tray in the sink.
hugo had no dignified explanation to save his skin.
what was he supposed to say? “hey i love you so much and i wanted to share saliva with you, hence why i forgot to close the oven door.” pfft. okay. you would disown him.
but you knew, from the shame written on his telling face, that was indeed what happened. “gosh, you’re stupid.” you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, mourning the loss of your greatest love. not vivien hugo.
“we can order take out..?” hugo proposed. ever the fixer-upper. you just scoffed and tossed your mittens at his face which he failed to catch.
take-out ended up being ordered, the beef wellington was thrown out, and hugo rightfully earned himself a lifetime ban from the kitchen.
lesson learned: vivien hugo cannot be trusted within a five mile vicinity of a kitchen.
a/n: mad as hell france lost against spain so take whateverthis is i headcanon hugo CANNOT cook for the life of him and julian loki. they both dying. france pls win against england tonight pls
© 2026 — @gravelocked you can’t be me.
content . . ৎ → in which you get possessive over them and they secretly love seeing you claim them ☆
ft. vivien hugo, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, julien loki, and bunny iglesias ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
˚₊‧꒰ა VIVIEN HUGO
The little bell above the sweets shop chimed as the two of you stepped out into the cool evening.
A paper bag full of pastries swung from your wrist while Hugo casually walked beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket. Even after dessert, the ridiculously tall midfielder somehow looked composed enough to be walking into a press conference instead of down a crowded street.
"You've been smiling ever since we left the café," you pointed out, glancing up at him with a teasing grin. "Something must've put you in a really good mood."
"Hm."
You nudged his arm lightly. "Is it because you're spending the afternoon with me..."
You watched him pause, as if he were genuinely considering your question.
"...Or because you finally got your favorite éclair?"
"The éclair made me happy."
You frowned dramatically, narrowing your eyes at him.
"And what about me?"
He turned his head to look at you, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
"You made today worth remembering."
You stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.
"...You really have a talent for saying the sweetest things with the most unreadable face possible, don't you?"
"So I've been told."
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your camera set up, with the ring light on you press record. your smile so bright you nearly outdo the light, your cheery voice picked up by the mic.
“hello everyone! we’ve all seen the barcha vs re al match yesterday, right? i was there in person!” you gush, cheeks warming as you recollect the stakes, the adrenaline. “you know what time it is~ let’s do a review!”
while admittedly your fascination with soccer didn’t start as an authentic love for the sport, you sure as hell grew into it. your first every introduction to it was a sweet boy who played it in your neighborhood with his friends. it was very convenient to say you were watching them play when you were observing the boy instead. the boy-crazy obsession started there, and it only grew with time. poster after poster lined the walls of your childhood bedroom, up to your college dorm.
Blue Lock boys overhear your conversations and think you hate how they fuck you
Ft. Bunny Iglesias, Sae Itoshi, Vivian Hugo, Michael Kaiser
Bunny Iglesias
Bunny was on top of you, thrusting achingly slow, and just the tip at that. It was driving you mad. This wasn’t like your boyfriend at all. Sure he took his time with you but by now he’d have your face smashed into the pillow dumping load after load into you. So what the fuck had gotten into him?
It was killing you. Your arousal was dripping onto the sheets while he teased you with just the tip. Your face was hot and your body was squirming, looking for any sort of release.
“Mm-Bunny…go all the way baby,” You whined, arching your back so his cock would slip in a little further.
But Bunny just pulled back, continuing to tease you with just his tip prodding in and out of your entrance.
“What’s wrong Princesa? I thought you didn’t like it rough.” He stopped moving all together and looked at you pointedly.
You whined at the loss of the small movement that was keeping you somewhat sane. What was he talking about? He knows you love it when he fucks you rough, he knows you absolutely love having your legs thrown over his shoulders while he thrusts into you. Half of the time when you see him all you think about is his biceps choking you while he drills into you from behind.
“What?” You asked aloud, confused.
Bunny leaned back, pulling out of you, “I heard you say to your friend on the phone the other day ‘I hate that he’s so rough’. So I decided to not be rough, since you hate it so much,” He explained, crossing his big arms over his bare chest while turning his head away from you, a small pout and light blush on his face.
You blinked and stared at your boyfriend. “Bunny” You cooed, reaching to run a hand down his bicep. “I was talking about our professor, we were complaining about how tough he grades” You stifled a laugh watching Bunny’s pout drop and face blush deeper.
“You weren’t speaking about me?” He asked, arms still crossed across his scarred chest.
“Of course not handsome. I love when you’re rough.” You laughed lightly at him, “I didn’t even say ‘rough’ I said ‘tough’”
“English isn’t my first language,” He replied, grabbing your legs and throwing them on his shoulders.
He thrust in slowly, his cock finally stretching you open as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy. You let out a soft moan, digging your nails into his shoulders as your pussy squelched, your arousal coating his thick cock.
“Let me redeem myself Cariño” He spoke before catching your lips in a kiss.
Sae Itoshi
Everybody knows Sae to quiet and reserved. Not shy, but always saying less than necessary.
But when you two got intimate it would be one of the few times he’d let loose and let his sounds spill freely from his lips while he was sheathed inside you.
It took months of your prodding and persuading but he finally felt comfortable enough around you to be vulnerable in that way.
So why the fuck was he quiet as a mouse while you were riding him. He could never keep quiet while you were on top.
Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, gently bouncing up and down his length. His head was turned away from you, refusing to make eye contact, and his jaw was clenched. He did feel it, he was stifling his moans on purpose. You for the life of you just couldn’t understand why.
So you did the only rational thing: you began bouncing and grinding harder, moaning his name obscenely, and digging your nails into his chest.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and grabbed the pillow beside his head and covered his face to stifle a moan. You heard a soft vibration move through the pillow, as he clutched it with both hands.
You stopped moving and yanked the pillow off his face, “What is wrong with you today?!” You asked your boyfriend, bewilderment and slight anger in your voice.
“Nothing.” He mumbled with a scowl on his face, turning his head away from you again.
You grabbed his chin and forced his head to face you, “What’s wrong?” You asked, a little bit more sincere this time.
He tried to look away again but you kept your grip on his jaw firm.
Sae let out a sigh, “I heard you say to your friend you hate how loud I get, when I went to pick you up yesterday,” He mumbled.
You looked at him, confused for a moment.
Then you remembered, “Oh Sae, baby, that wasn’t about you hun, it was about this annoying try-hard at work. He always talks super loud and then I can’t ever hear what customers are saying.” You cooed gently, pushing his messy hair back.
“Oh” He stared up at you, embarrassed, “Sorry” He said, blushing, turning his head away from you.
“It’s okay,” You replied, caressing his cheek and slowly moving your hips again, grinding down on his cock.
This time he gripped your hips tightly and whimpered proudly as your pussy clenched around him like a vice.
But you better not tell anyone Sae Itoshi does anything but brood around all day.
Michael Kaiser
“Mihay…I’m tired” You whine.
You’ve been bouncing up and down on your boyfriend’s dick for what feels like hours now, and usually when you’d mention being tired he’d switch positions without complaint, but today he was being unusually cruel, refusing to give your tired legs a break.
“Keep going Schatz, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Michael spoke from under you.
He was resting lazily on the silk sheets, looking up at you with a look that was a mix between smugness and disappointment? His hands were behind his head and he was barely letting out any noise, bitting down on his tongue to make sure of it too.
You didn’t have the energy to ponder about it, the pleasure coursing through your body and the burn in your legs was all you could feel at the moment.
“Mihya pleease. I can’t keep going.” You cried out in frustration.
Michael just looked at you with an eyebrow raised. When it was clear your boyfriend wasn’t going to step in anytime soon you got off of him and collapsed on the bed with a huff.
Michael leaned over, hovering on top of you, “Bet you won’t complain about me always being on top now, will you Schatzi?” He said with a smirk.
You looked up at him with furrowed brows, catching your breath, and waiting for the feeling to come back into your legs, “Mihya what’re you talking about?”
Michael looked offended beyond belief, “Do you think I’m stupid Schatz? I heard you talking to your friend the other day saying ‘Oh I hate how he always has to be on top all the time’. So I only gave you what you wanted.”
You stared up at him and hit his chest lightly, “Now I really do think you’re stupid Mihya, I wasn’t even talking about you! I was talking about this guy in my lecture who’s a total teachers pet. God if you’re gonna eavesdrop at least listen to the whole thing” You said, rolling your eyes.
“Oh” He stared at you deadpan, his pride wounded because he was wrong, “So you don’t hate it when I’m on top of you?” He asked, trying to regain some of his dignity.
“Oh course not Mihya,” You replied, wrapping your arms around him to pull him onto you, “I love when you’re on top,” You kissed him then, pulling his chest flush to yours.
“So we can continue?” He said, not really asking for permission because he knew your answer.
Before you could respond he slowly slid into you, looking down at your figure laid so beautifully on the pillows under him, right where you belong.
Vivian Hugo
Vivien was thrusting into you, huffing lightly and letting out a breathy moan here and there.
But something was wrong.
He refused to look at you and his hands stayed planted firmly on the sheets beside your head, refusing to touch you.
Your stomach was churning and your mind was racing thinking of anything you could’ve done to make him behave like this.
Normally, your boyfriend would hold you close, his hands exploring your body, and his onyx staring into yours as he thrust into you. In fact, he’d throw a fit if you even asked to do doggy because he couldn’t see your face properly, so what the fuck was his problem right now?
“Vivi,” You whined quietly under him. Your hands moved up his biceps and grabbed his shoulders, “Vivian,” You spoke again as your right hand reached up and cupped his face. You pulled his face down to look at you and he immediately closed his eyes.
Your heart broke.
“Vivian, stop” You called out, squeezing your legs against his waist, hoping to get him to slow down.
He stilled, but stayed sheathed inside you. He finally looked down at you, concern lacing his features, “What wrong?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Your eyes were watery and you bit your lip before you spoke, trying to stop the tremor in your voice, “Why won’t you look at me? Or touch me? Did I do something?” You asked quietly, tears threatening to spill down your face.
Vivian’s face dropped when you spoke. His eyes widened in horror and you could almost hear his heart shatter hearing your words.
“Mon chou, don’t cry” He said, cupping your cheek, “I thought you didn’t want me to touch you? I didn’t want to cross any boundaries”
You stared at each for a moment with mirroring expressions of utter sadness and confusion. You’ve been together for 2 years! What could he possibly be on about?!
“Why wouldn’t I want you to touch me?” You asked, breaking the silence.
Vivians throat bobbed before he spoke, “When I picked you up from campus yesterday you were speaking with your friend and I heard you say ‘It’s so creepy how he makes eye contact and then touches me.’ I thought you were speaking of me. I was confused you even wanted to go this far today. I thought I you were beginning to get sick of me.”
Your eyes widened in remembrance, “Noo, Vivi, no. I wasn’t speaking about you. I was talking about this barista at the coffee shop on campus. He flirts with me all the time and when he hands me my drink he always makes direct eye contact and touches my hand. We were talking about how creepy his behaviour is” You trailed off, biting your lip.
“So I don’t disgust you?” Vivian asked quietly.
“Of course not! I love when you look into my eyes and touch me” You replied shyly.
“Do I need to deal with this barista that bothers you?” He asked, the newfound reassurance lighting up his face.
You laughed and smiled up at him, “How about you fuck me properly first. We can deal with everything else later,” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Vivian kissed you like a man starved. His tongue slid into your mouth as he slowly began thrusting into you again, his hands all over your body now, caressing and squeezing.
He moaned against your mouth, “I love you,” He breathed against your lips.
“Love you more,” You breathed out as he kissed down your neck to make up for the lost time.
Idek what this is man.
I was too tired to comprehend a title
Not proofread
I need to sleep foreverrrrr.
Need Vivian sososo bad, need those big ahh hands all over me.
Okay byeee, hope u liked this divas
જ⁀➴ An incredibly clingy and whiny Hugo tries to get your attention. suggestive ending ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა The match had ended almost an hour ago, but the replay was still running in the background as you worked through the last few emails in your inbox. The commentators had long faded into white noise, blending with the quiet tapping of your keyboard.
"...And there's VIVIEN HUGO again with another incredible pass—"
You smiled without thinking.
He'd looked incredibly good today. Maybe you were biased, but every time the cameras found him, you couldn't help watching for a second longer. Somehow, he always managed to look so composed, even in the middle of a match.
You were still smiling to yourself when, as if on cue, the front door clicks open.
"I'm home."
Hugo stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket as he kicked the door shut behind him. His hair was still messy from the rain outside, and he looked tired in the way athletes only did after emptying every ounce of energy onto the field.
You stood up long enough to wrap your arms around him.
"Welcome home."
He hugged you back for a second, letting out a quiet sigh before you pulled away.
"You're getting more hugs, but only after a shower," you teased. "You smell like you rolled around on the field."
"Bleh." Hugo stuck his tongue out at you in protest, though there wasn't an ounce of real annoyance behind it.
"Nice try."
He huffed, dropping his head back dramatically.
"...I was going to try anyway."
With the enthusiasm of someone heading to their execution, he shuffled toward the bathroom. Left to yourself again, you slipped back into your work, barely noticing the time pass until the sound of the bathroom door opening pulled your attention away from the screen. Hugo wandered back into the room looking considerably fresher, though no less tired.
"...You looked really good on TV today," you said absentmindedly as you typed. "The cameras always seem to find your best angles."
Before you can finish your next email, a pair of arms slides around your waist from behind. He leans down, pressing his chest firmly against your back, effectively pinning you between the desk and his body.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, his messy, damp hair brushing against your cheek.
"The TV version?" he repeated, his voice softer than usual, carrying a rare hint of a whine. "You're looking at that one when I'm standing right behind you." He then lets out a huff not the dramatic one from earlier, but a small, needy sound. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and teasing against your skin.
Blue Lock boys overhear your conversations and think you hate how they fuck you
Ft. Bunny Iglesias, Sae Itoshi, Vivian Hugo, Michael Kaiser
Bunny Iglesias
Bunny was on top of you, thrusting achingly slow, and just the tip at that. It was driving you mad. This wasn’t like your boyfriend at all. Sure he took his time with you but by now he’d have your face smashed into the pillow dumping load after load into you. So what the fuck had gotten into him?
It was killing you. Your arousal was dripping onto the sheets while he teased you with just the tip. Your face was hot and your body was squirming, looking for any sort of release.
“Mm-Bunny…go all the way baby,” You whined, arching your back so his cock would slip in a little further.
But Bunny just pulled back, continuing to tease you with just his tip prodding in and out of your entrance.
“What’s wrong Princesa? I thought you didn’t like it rough.” He stopped moving all together and looked at you pointedly.
You whined at the loss of the small movement that was keeping you somewhat sane. What was he talking about? He knows you love it when he fucks you rough, he knows you absolutely love having your legs thrown over his shoulders while he thrusts into you. Half of the time when you see him all you think about is his biceps choking you while he drills into you from behind.
“What?” You asked aloud, confused.
Bunny leaned back, pulling out of you, “I heard you say to your friend on the phone the other day ‘I hate that he’s so rough’. So I decided to not be rough, since you hate it so much,” He explained, crossing his big arms over his bare chest while turning his head away from you, a small pout and light blush on his face.
You blinked and stared at your boyfriend. “Bunny” You cooed, reaching to run a hand down his bicep. “I was talking about our professor, we were complaining about how tough he grades” You stifled a laugh watching Bunny’s pout drop and face blush deeper.
“You weren’t speaking about me?” He asked, arms still crossed across his scarred chest.
“Of course not handsome. I love when you’re rough.” You laughed lightly at him, “I didn’t even say ‘rough’ I said ‘tough’”
“English isn’t my first language,” He replied, grabbing your legs and throwing them on his shoulders.
He thrust in slowly, his cock finally stretching you open as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy. You let out a soft moan, digging your nails into his shoulders as your pussy squelched, your arousal coating his thick cock.
“Let me redeem myself Cariño” He spoke before catching your lips in a kiss.
Sae Itoshi
Everybody knows Sae to quiet and reserved. Not shy, but always saying less than necessary.
But when you two got intimate it would be one of the few times he’d let loose and let his sounds spill freely from his lips while he was sheathed inside you.
It took months of your prodding and persuading but he finally felt comfortable enough around you to be vulnerable in that way.
So why the fuck was he quiet as a mouse while you were riding him. He could never keep quiet while you were on top.
Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, gently bouncing up and down his length. His head was turned away from you, refusing to make eye contact, and his jaw was clenched. He did feel it, he was stifling his moans on purpose. You for the life of you just couldn’t understand why.
So you did the only rational thing: you began bouncing and grinding harder, moaning his name obscenely, and digging your nails into his chest.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and grabbed the pillow beside his head and covered his face to stifle a moan. You heard a soft vibration move through the pillow, as he clutched it with both hands.
You stopped moving and yanked the pillow off his face, “What is wrong with you today?!” You asked your boyfriend, bewilderment and slight anger in your voice.
“Nothing.” He mumbled with a scowl on his face, turning his head away from you again.
You grabbed his chin and forced his head to face you, “What’s wrong?” You asked, a little bit more sincere this time.
He tried to look away again but you kept your grip on his jaw firm.
Sae let out a sigh, “I heard you say to your friend you hate how loud I get, when I went to pick you up yesterday,” He mumbled.
You looked at him, confused for a moment.
Then you remembered, “Oh Sae, baby, that wasn’t about you hun, it was about this annoying try-hard at work. He always talks super loud and then I can’t ever hear what customers are saying.” You cooed gently, pushing his messy hair back.
“Oh” He stared up at you, embarrassed, “Sorry” He said, blushing, turning his head away from you.
“It’s okay,” You replied, caressing his cheek and slowly moving your hips again, grinding down on his cock.
This time he gripped your hips tightly and whimpered proudly as your pussy clenched around him like a vice.
But you better not tell anyone Sae Itoshi does anything but brood around all day.
Michael Kaiser
“Mihay…I’m tired” You whine.
You’ve been bouncing up and down on your boyfriend’s dick for what feels like hours now, and usually when you’d mention being tired he’d switch positions without complaint, but today he was being unusually cruel, refusing to give your tired legs a break.
“Keep going Schatz, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Michael spoke from under you.
He was resting lazily on the silk sheets, looking up at you with a look that was a mix between smugness and disappointment? His hands were behind his head and he was barely letting out any noise, bitting down on his tongue to make sure of it too.
You didn’t have the energy to ponder about it, the pleasure coursing through your body and the burn in your legs was all you could feel at the moment.
“Mihya pleease. I can’t keep going.” You cried out in frustration.
Michael just looked at you with an eyebrow raised. When it was clear your boyfriend wasn’t going to step in anytime soon you got off of him and collapsed on the bed with a huff.
Michael leaned over, hovering on top of you, “Bet you won’t complain about me always being on top now, will you Schatzi?” He said with a smirk.
You looked up at him with furrowed brows, catching your breath, and waiting for the feeling to come back into your legs, “Mihya what’re you talking about?”
Michael looked offended beyond belief, “Do you think I’m stupid Schatz? I heard you talking to your friend the other day saying ‘Oh I hate how he always has to be on top all the time’. So I only gave you what you wanted.”
You stared up at him and hit his chest lightly, “Now I really do think you’re stupid Mihya, I wasn’t even talking about you! I was talking about this guy in my lecture who’s a total teachers pet. God if you’re gonna eavesdrop at least listen to the whole thing” You said, rolling your eyes.
“Oh” He stared at you deadpan, his pride wounded because he was wrong, “So you don’t hate it when I’m on top of you?” He asked, trying to regain some of his dignity.
“Oh course not Mihya,” You replied, wrapping your arms around him to pull him onto you, “I love when you’re on top,” You kissed him then, pulling his chest flush to yours.
“So we can continue?” He said, not really asking for permission because he knew your answer.
Before you could respond he slowly slid into you, looking down at your figure laid so beautifully on the pillows under him, right where you belong.
Vivian Hugo
Vivien was thrusting into you, huffing lightly and letting out a breathy moan here and there.
But something was wrong.
He refused to look at you and his hands stayed planted firmly on the sheets beside your head, refusing to touch you.
Your stomach was churning and your mind was racing thinking of anything you could’ve done to make him behave like this.
Normally, your boyfriend would hold you close, his hands exploring your body, and his onyx staring into yours as he thrust into you. In fact, he’d throw a fit if you even asked to do doggy because he couldn’t see your face properly, so what the fuck was his problem right now?
“Vivi,” You whined quietly under him. Your hands moved up his biceps and grabbed his shoulders, “Vivian,” You spoke again as your right hand reached up and cupped his face. You pulled his face down to look at you and he immediately closed his eyes.
Your heart broke.
“Vivian, stop” You called out, squeezing your legs against his waist, hoping to get him to slow down.
He stilled, but stayed sheathed inside you. He finally looked down at you, concern lacing his features, “What wrong?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Your eyes were watery and you bit your lip before you spoke, trying to stop the tremor in your voice, “Why won’t you look at me? Or touch me? Did I do something?” You asked quietly, tears threatening to spill down your face.
Vivian’s face dropped when you spoke. His eyes widened in horror and you could almost hear his heart shatter hearing your words.
“Mon chou, don’t cry” He said, cupping your cheek, “I thought you didn’t want me to touch you? I didn’t want to cross any boundaries”
You stared at each for a moment with mirroring expressions of utter sadness and confusion. You’ve been together for 2 years! What could he possibly be on about?!
“Why wouldn’t I want you to touch me?” You asked, breaking the silence.
Vivians throat bobbed before he spoke, “When I picked you up from campus yesterday you were speaking with your friend and I heard you say ‘It’s so creepy how he makes eye contact and then touches me.’ I thought you were speaking of me. I was confused you even wanted to go this far today. I thought I you were beginning to get sick of me.”
Your eyes widened in remembrance, “Noo, Vivi, no. I wasn’t speaking about you. I was talking about this barista at the coffee shop on campus. He flirts with me all the time and when he hands me my drink he always makes direct eye contact and touches my hand. We were talking about how creepy his behaviour is” You trailed off, biting your lip.
“So I don’t disgust you?” Vivian asked quietly.
“Of course not! I love when you look into my eyes and touch me” You replied shyly.
“Do I need to deal with this barista that bothers you?” He asked, the newfound reassurance lighting up his face.
You laughed and smiled up at him, “How about you fuck me properly first. We can deal with everything else later,” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Vivian kissed you like a man starved. His tongue slid into your mouth as he slowly began thrusting into you again, his hands all over your body now, caressing and squeezing.
He moaned against your mouth, “I love you,” He breathed against your lips.
“Love you more,” You breathed out as he kissed down your neck to make up for the lost time.
Idek what this is man.
I was too tired to comprehend a title
Not proofread
I need to sleep foreverrrrr.
Need Vivian sososo bad, need those big ahh hands all over me.
Okay byeee, hope u liked this divas
"we are just destined to be..."
in which, your best friend vivien hugo is so adamant that you two belong together, to the point where he’d do anything for that to happen | yandere themes, smut
best friend!hugo, who’s known you since the two of you could even learn to walk. he’s been your next door neighbor and school buddy forever and you know everything about him (so you think), and he does so for you too! he may appear quiet and calm, but you know your viví cares for you very much so. he's considerate of you all the time.
he protects you and has been doing so since elementary school, making sure everyone else was nice to you. then, when middle school came and you began getting asked out, your viví managed to make things less awkward for you as the day after you'd get asked out, those people just stopped bugging you... because your viví managed to deal with it. you couldn't be more grateful. even with his current position in the arsenal team and the fact that you now go to university in london, you are just happy and content that your relationship has never faltered.
yandere!hugo, who loves you. he really does. he's known you for majority of his lifetime and knows you like the back of his hand. you're his n/n, his sweetheart. hugo knows that sometimes, he can be a bit much (according to his stupid sister who keeps bugging him to leave you alone), but you're so grateful. you've been his only real "friend" who understood him when he went on his tangents regarding destiny and fate and whatnot, and that's when he realized you were the one for him.
all because you said "if destiny really is real, then i hope it's our destiny to be best friends forever!", and hugo as a child really ran with that.
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !
yes, it was painfully obvious that your boyfriend, hugo, was huge. it wasn’t just his height that made him stand out, but the sheer size of his build. his broad shoulders, thick arms, and solid frame made it impossible to ignore just how much bigger he was compared to most people around him.
every part of him carried that strong, bulky physique, from the way his muscles stretched beneath his clothes to the natural heaviness of his body whenever he was close to you. there was no denying it—hugo was built like a wall, and honestly, who were you to complain?
not when you was put into a headlock with his thick arms.
and you loved every second of being manhandled. it wasn't just that he was big—it was that he knew exactly how to use that size to completely overwhelm you.
with his massive forearm locked securely against your throat, your head was tipped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes rolling. you were trapped, effectively pinned between his insanely thick thighs and the mattress, completely at his mercy.
the pressure on your throat was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. your breath came out in shallow little hitches, your pulse hammering against his forearm. he could feel every beat, every desperate flutter of your heart beneath his skin.
and he loved it.
his hips kept that relentless, heavy rhythm, each thrust sinking impossibly deep.
"fuck..." the word escaped him, guttural and raw, echoing off the headboard he was currently destroying. the metal creaked with every shove of his hips. he looked down at you—this pretty little thing beneath him, neck flushed red from his grip, thighs pinned wide open, barely able to breathe let alone speak. the contrast was almost comical.
you whimpered, and it snapped something in him. his forearm tightened just slightly against your throat as his grip on your waist crushed into the soft flesh. "can't even form words right now, can you?" he rasped, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. his voice was dark and satisfied. "good girl."
your brain turned to mush instantly. and that praise.. deep and rumbling against your ear, combined with the suffocating restriction of his arm around your throat had you floating. you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take exactly what he was giving you.
"needy little thing," he mocked softly, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your racing pulse point. your back arched violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearm. he kept fucking you through it, hitting that spot with relentless, heavy precision that dragged your climax out endlessly.
his jaw clenched tightly, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he finally came undone. his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he filled you with his release. his fingers tightened around your throat, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you.
the feeling of him pulsing and throbbing so deep inside you made you shiver again, a small aftershock rippling through your oversensitive body. he stayed buried inside you for several long moments, his large frame pressing you into the mattress, his breathing rough and heavy against your ear.
I TOUCH MYSELF JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU, YEAH
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 ! -> pt 2 !
𝄞 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!
"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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