𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚-ᡣ𐭩 [𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 & 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛]

── .✦ 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎-𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜.

── .✦ 𝚁𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠 & 𝙲𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 13. 𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝.

"𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕?"

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Prolouge ᡣ𐭩 Masterlist ᡣ𐭩 Rules

𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮...

Hello! My name is Sofia, you can call me Sof or Sofie. I don't really mind either. I'm 17 graduating high school in a little over 2 months :)

☆This is me trying: August 11th Leo. I love cats and blueberry cheesecake ♡ I really love milk, but I'm lactose intolerant, so I'm limited to mostly soya and almond :( I love to read, sleep, shop, and sew—I'm especially fond of making small felt animals 🧸

Bookshelf: The sad truth is I buy more books than I can read. I read mangas, manhwas, and manhuas the last two not as often anymore and I don't buy physical copies—maybe I I will in the future.Current fave read is Laura Nowlin's If He Had Been With Me & If Only I Had Told Her (pacing was mediocre tho). I love short classics and short stories in general. Not much of a booktok girlie (they failed me) Raised by Jacqueline Wilson books, Amber Brown, Horrible Histories, and Rainbow Magic books! 📚

Let's get loud🎶 : I basically have 3 moods, old classic songs, emo-esque/rock/punk vibes, and hyperpop/slut/party music. I love bands so much! ♡♡♡ The 1975, Kenny Rogers, The Offspring, Green Day, Keshi, Bon Jovi, MCR, Him, Linkin Park, Madonna, etc...

Big screen galore: I love anime especially shoujo—I prefer to read it tho since he girl MC voice annoys me for some reason—my favorite genre of shows is Rom com! I don't mind some horror films, I'm usually good with gore, but I hate religious horror so much. And lastly, I really love watching old films. River Phoenix ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

I refuse to post the other Playlist ^_^

Itoshi Rin x reader

── .✦ childhood friends/neighbors core, slight maybe ooc, confession, pure fluff

Pt 1 here

After that encounter, you found yourself always noticing and even looking for Itoshi Rin in crowds.

His dark green locks began to stand out in the ocean of hair. Always catching your eye, like a blotch in plain paper that will invariably make its presence known.

His voice, Deep, calm, and collected, has suddenly become so unmistakable to your ears. Never failing to filter it out from the masses of different ones.

You started to take the long way through the school corridors that boast a panoramic view of the soccer field. Every day, just as morning practice comes to an end, you see him. Every afternoon, as soon as after-class practice starts, you notice him.

But you don't really talk to him, and he doesn't talk to you. You're oceans apart after all. He's on the soccer team, sweating all day, and you're on the journalism club, back hunched in the library every free time.

However, be it faith, destiny, or some alignment in the stars, you find yourselves together, in the rain, at the same bus stop shelter where you had called him hot a few months ago.

The atmosphere was awkward to say the least. I mean, how the actual fuck are you going to converse with a boy you grew up with, ignored for years, then randomly call him hot?

The heavy rain only worsened the thick awkwardness, pressing down until it felt suffocating.

Hugging your bag tightly to your chest, your eyes dart from the water pooling on your feet to sneaking glances at the tall man standing straight beside you.

"It's a heavy rain, huh?" you quip in a small voice that you're not even sure if it was audible. Your eyes not meeting his.

He doesn't answer for a long time that you start to think he didn’t hear you, so you start to repeat it.

"It's a hea—"

"I know. I'm right here, seeing it." He says abruptly, cutting your words.

He pivots his feet to face you, leaning his body to the pole behind him, and he stares at you with his dark green eyes framed by long lashes.

"Fucking rude," you whisper to yourself. Still not looking at him. Offended at his crass reply.

"Why are you out late?"

"School ended earlier than this" he fired questions one after the other. His tone was interrogative like that of a detective pushing his suspect for clues.

"Hm?, I needed to write some articles for the school paper."

Reflexively, you've started to move away from him, copying his pose, but on the other side of the shed. By now, you're both facing each other, leaning on either side of the bus shed.

"Cool"

His answer was short and curt. It left no room for you to add anything more to the conversation so you nod in response.

Time starts to pass, but the steady fall of rain continues to keep both of you stranded in the cramped bus stop shed.

The pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the roof provides a calm ambiance and a sense of comfort from the chilly air enveloping the two of you.

You contemplate whether to start another conversation with the taciturn boy. But the surrounding stills as the last of the raindrops kiss the moist soil. You know that you both will soon vacate the bus stop that will now forever hold one of your fond memories of Rin---one that will replay the scene of you and him staring at each other, albeit awkwardly, as the drizzle of rain hums in the background.

You straightened your posture, securely gripped the straps of your shoulder bag, and prepared to leave.

Your lips have barely parted to say goodbye, when a cool balanced voice sliced through the nebulous air engulfing you both.

"I think it was puberty"

"Huh?" Your head snaps to face him directly--something you've been too nervous to do this whole time.

"Pardon? puberty? I don't quite follow, haha…" Confusion begins to creep over your face. An awkward laugh instinctively leaves your mouth in a fit of puzzlement.

"You asked didn't you? the other day or last week." '

The cogs operating your brain spin faster, flipping through memories of the past month. Your face frowning in concentration, when the hell did you talk about puberty with this block of ice?

"You asked about my physical appearance." Rin adds, now turning to look away, a suspicious pinkish tint starts to make its way to his ears.

After one last flip, your brain finally uncovers the memory. "When did you get hot?". Your serious inquiry to him that day becomes painfully clear to you from his reaction to the state of your face that day--dead serious paired with a stupid, stupid question directed at Itoshi Rin of all people.

"I-I..fuckkkk" Cringing at your embarrassing actions, you start to fiddle around, tucking your hair messily over your ear, then cupping your cheek, covering your mouth, all while trying to think of ways to end this conversation, change the conversation, or at least explain yourself.

"I just thought you finally started to look as good as your brother"

Terrible move. As someone who's lived near Rin your entire life, you knew the current cold war between the brothers.

"Tsk, so you like that guy?" He cocks his head to the side, visibly irked.

"I never said that. I just mean that you two share the same good genes and since he's older, he grew into his features fir---I don't really feel like giving a reason right now."

Words flow from your mouth like a water fountain, which, for some reason, its only goal is to tell Rin you're not attracted to his brother.

"You don't like him?"

"Not in a lovely couple way," you quickly reply to defend yourself, eyes darting from side to side, doing all means to avoid his piercing teal eyes glaring at you.

"So you'll date me?"

You pause. For a moment, it seemed like the whole world had stopped to bask in and intrude on this messed-up talk you're having with the boy you're attracted to. "Huh?" Once more you're dumbfounded. Who would have thought this rock-solid, ice-cold hottie could say such things to the likes of you?

"You don't like my brother in "that" way, and you think I'm hot, so you must like me." He says. Not missing a beat.

It's incredible how he got to that conclusion, considering he's not the type to look much into romantic affairs.

He stares at you, waiting for a reply. You stare back, unable to form words. The wind picks up again, blowing away leaves, causing stored raindrops to scatter around the ground. Finally, he turns away from you and stares at the scene in front of the bus stop.

"This is dragging far too long," he states, motioning to the 2nd wave of rain brewing outside.

Rin unslings his school satchel bag and shrugs off his neat wool sweater.

"Here," he hands his gray pullover to you as he slings his bag over his shoulders.

"It's windy and humid. Go home already, just give it back the next chance you get, or not. I have plenty to spare."

"Oh..thanks." Realizing that you'll get stuck here longer with him if you don't go now, you take him up on his offer, and after a bow of thanks, you rush in the direction of your home.

Evening comes, and you've recovered from the encounter with Rin, albeit his words still dangle loosely over your head the entire night, but you push through without your parents questioning why you would randomly flush red from time to time.

In the calm of the night, wrapped securely in your comforting blankets, you bring out your phone.

"right" you mutter, scrolling to your contacts and opening Rin's profile.

[Yeah, I like you]

You swear that hitting the send button took so much courage that you think you'll cower when faced with a clown for the rest of your life. You slam your phone down on your bed and tighten the duvet that cocoons you.

Four heartbeats pass before you hear a ding, a signal of a reply. You don't know who. Probably like Schrodinger's cat, you won't know who texted you unless you open your phone first.

You typed in your password, the blue light from the phone illuminating your anxious face, as you read his reply.

[Took you long enough.] followed by,

[I like you too ❤️]

HEART??? he knows emojis exist?? All anxiousness departs from your body as you re-read his text over and over. Your eyes bulging wide, your brows furrowed, your lips curving into a smile, as a wave of new emotions rushes to your system, confusion, amazement, and glee all at once.

[Sorry, it's late. Got practice]

[Talk soon.]

You were disappointed that you won't get to talk to him all night,

[that's no problem at all! Good night, sleep well]

The chat window shows "read" as the green active button beside his profile disappears. Guess you still have to teach him that he can react emojis to text messages.

You put your phone down and start to cozy in on your duvet, a smile still tugging at the corners of your lips as you curl your body into a fetal position. You grip your shoulders, caressing the gray sweater a few sizes too big for your frame.

Itoshi Sae x Reader

Not properly proofread (1.9k words)

── .✦ Between broken promises and empty apologies, you finally earn the courage to walk away from a love that no longer feels like love (angst)

Everything's going to be fine, he says to himself. So what if he's missed a few dozen dates in a span of just 3 months? It's not like you're going to leave him or something. You love him, right? He'll just say sorry like he did for the missed calls and missed dates.

That thought loops in his head as he stares at your text message on his phone screen, the light illuminating his face with a blueish hue.

Y/N: Can we talk?

His fingers hover over his keyboard, but he doesn't think of a reply. He just stares, unblinking and unmoving. What do you want to talk about? Surely it's just to catch up, right? It has been weeks since you've both gone out together.

He taps the screen, but instead of typing a reply, he scrolls up.

Message after message from your side of the chat, dating back weeks ago, flood his screen. A stark evidence of his absence in your relationship.

He exhales sharply, slumping his body against the couch, "shit," he mutters under his breath.

His whole body tenses at the one-sided conversation on your end. Has he really been this unresponsive?

Yes. Yes, he was, and he is.

But, you should understand that he's always busy with training and social events. And it's not like he enjoys the blinding cameras always getting shoved up his face.

At least that's what he tells himself.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his phone started to vibrate in his hand, your caller ID plastered in bold letters across the top of his screen.

He lets out a long exhale before sliding the call button to accept your call.

"Whoa, you picked up," your tone genuinely amazed.

"I thought you'd be busy again,"

"Yeah, the event finished early," he replies, suppressing the ache that your words inflicted on his heart.

"Well, that's great. Can we meet?" He tries to disseminate your tone, but it's hard to tell. You don't sound angry or sad. You sound calm as if you'd made up your mind on something after much thought.

"Miss me?" He kids in hopes of easing the thick atmosphere between you.

"I always miss you, Sae," you reply solemnly.

Your words should have made him smile. They should have made his heart flutter. His face blush. But, no. You called him "Sae". It feels distant, stripped of all feelings of affection.

Where's his usual "love" and "darling"? Now he's even more uneasy.

"So where are we meeting?" He replies, immediately changing the topic.

"Remember that cafe I told you about? I'm here right now. I'll wait for you. "

He doesn't know what you're talking about. He searches his memories for a clue to where that cafe might be.

His silence signals you that he has once again forgotten about you and the things you enthusiastically tell him.

"Yeah, um, what cafe?" Giving up, he pinches the skin on his forehead.

"I'll just send you the location," you reply flat and even. Your disappointment is apparent.

"Thanks, I'll be there,"

He gets up, making his way to his garage. The echo of his footsteps fills the silence of his quiet home. Sliding into the driver's seat, he rests his hands on the steering wheel and pauses, staring straight ahead. His heart feels heavy. Like a premonition of something terrible about to happen.

As he drives through the asphalt road, turning round corners and stopping at red lights, he consoles himself that there's no way in hell you're leaving him. Sure he's had his shortcomings, but you've always forgiven and welcomed him back with warm open arms.

For him, your love was a safety net. No matter how many times he fucks up, you'll be there. Soft, and gentle. With a warm meal always ready. Warm skin to hold for comfort during cold nights.

But, slowly, and unknowingly, he frayed his perfectly threaded safety net with his constant falls and failures. And now, you're barely holding on to the last strand.

At the cafe's window, he spots you sitting by yourself, your coffee untouched, a book lying open face down beside it. You were staring at the empty seat in front of you, hands clasped at your lap.

The bell above the door chimes as he pushes it open, announcing his arrival. Your eyes immediately dart towards the door, straightening your posture. Your heart, pounding beneath your floral blouse as Sae saunters forward to you.

The cashier greets him on the sidelines, beckoning him to order a drink or a pastry. But, he doesn't spare her a glance, teal eyes solely locked on you.

Taking the chair across from you, his hand rakes through his reddish-brown hair, trying hard to hide his distress.

"I was going to buy you flowers." He states, noticing your flowered top.

"But, I thought I shouldn't keep you waiting," he adds, eyes looking down, flaunting his lengthy lashes.

"I would've loved them, though."

Your words prompt him to look at you directly, eyes rounded with the realization of missing a chance to somewhat make it up to you.

The sliding of the metal chair screeches as he starts to stand up, pushing behind his seat.

"I could get you some now", he says, his knees bending, in the middle of standing up. Desperate to play all cards in the hope of playing one that will make you forget all about this and just go home with him.

"Don't waste your time, Sae. I just want to talk." This stops him, as he falls back to his seat. You were quick to shut him down, he notes.

"If it's something that I did, I'm sorry and I'll do better from now on." His tone still carries the classic stoicism trait of both brothers, but this time, there's a hint of pleading in his voice, although cleverly disguised.

"Do you know what you did?" It sounds like a rhetorical question, as if you've already made up your mind and whatever he does or says would not change a thing.

"I was...well, um" he searches for an answer, but whatever he chooses to say, it would just sound like an excuse. It was an excuse. He knows damn well that he chose to prioritize his career over you. He chose overtime practice over dates with you. He chose to attend events despite hating attention just to boost his popularity over movie nights with you.

"I think you did nothing wrong," you quip, snapping him out of his thoughts. Your face was calm, your lips curved into an understanding smile.

"Huh?"

"I think you just did what was most beneficial for you." You state matter of factly.

"You simply prioritized the future of your career." This time your eyes look down. Your tone, mellow.

"But, in the middle of that, you ended up brushing me aside." You add, your face now visibly upset.

He stills, muscles stiffening as he feels the ambience of the cosy alley-side cafe suddenly tensing. An invisible wall, starting to construct itself between you two.

"Let's break up...please," at your words, he feels his ears fill with a deafening sound, with nothing to hear but his pounding heart.

"Why?" A single word is all that he could muster, as he feels his throat tighten. But deep inside, a thousand unsaid pleas bubble internally all trapped and choking him.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up then down, as he sits there, fists clenched, knuckles white. He looks at you, eyes wide, waiting, dreading your response.

"Because I can't stay with a person who doesn't look like he wants me to stay."

"But, I do want you to stay." He blurts out. "It's jus—"

"You pushed me away, Sae." You cut him off, your voice trembling, not from sadness, but from exhaustion.

"You rarely returned my calls. You constantly forget to reply to my messages. You seldom come home on time. And you only ever remember the dates that matter for your work, never the ones that matter to me."

He opens his mouth hoping to say something, anything that would make you stay, but no words come out.

"If this is the love you'll ever give me, I don't want it." You reply coldly. The words cut sharper than any goodbye. And for the first time, he realizes your safety net was no longer there. You're done.

He doesn't speak. He knows he has no right to ask you to stay. You've stayed long enough. Endured his emotionally unavailable self long enough.

He knows it's his fault. He drained you of your love and wasn't able to return at least half of what you gave.

But still, he knows he can't lose you. So the Itoshi Sae, the prodigy. Deigns to beg you to stay.

"Can I still fix this?"

"No"

That's it. Nothing more. No anger. No tears. Just finality. You pack your belongings and walk past him.

You don't turn around. Because you know he was watching you leave. And you know that if you turned back, you would surely run back to his arms. You can't risk wasting the fragile courage it took to finally let him go.

Could have finished this earlier, and posted it yesterday but I had to cram a column writing assignment.

Jason Grace

Can't Help Falling In Love With You (fluff)

Percy Jackson

Leo Valdez

Luke Castellan

Contains Rin, Kaiser, and Sae

── .✦ NSFW minors dni

Hehehe, Kinktober 😊

Aged up!Rin

Frustration sex

• Rin huffs, sweat dripping down his body as he mercilessly drives into your dripping cunt, his right hand clasping your right breast, the other gripping the headboard, as he makes your shared bed squeak with his harsh movements.

“R-Rin, slow… down,” you whimper, voice trembling, powerless beneath your boyfriend’s feral rhythm—only for your words to break off into a gasp when he suddenly slams deeper, your toes curling at the overwhelming sensation.

Tears of overstimulation flood your vision as your body trembles violently from the wave after wave of pleasure wracking through every inch of your body. By now, you've lost count of how many times he's dragged an orgasm out of you.

“Fucking. Lukewarm. Teammates,” he grunts, enunciating each word with a thrust. “But you’re not like them, right, baby? You won’t disappoint me, right?” His low, dangerous voice dares you to disagree.

“N-No…—hng,” you murmur, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling every vein of his shaft as he pauses, cock buried deep inside your hole.

“Good. Now lift your legs to my shoulders. We’re not fucking done yet,” he coldly replies, dragging you closer with ease and gripping your thighs so hard they leave bruises.

The squeak of the bed grows louder as he quickens his pace. Your head tilted upwards, mouth open spewing moans and whimpers after every sensual thrust.

"Haaa, Rin," moaning out his name, you reach towards him with your hands to no avail. Dismayed, you whine, "hngg, wanna touch" hands still raised a few inches away from the nearest possible contact—his face.

"Oh? Since you're being such a cute whore, sure," he leans forward just enough for your hands to cup his face.

His sweat coated cheeks lean softly onto your caring palms, eyes filled with hunger, he gazes on your ruined frame beneath him, the sight turning him on even more.

"Fuck, you're clamping around me so tight," Rin grunts, lowering his whole body down, repositioning himself to be right on top of you, his forearms resting on either side of your face.

He continues to pound you in a passionate fashion, this time, eyes locked on your face, staring intently on your swollen plump lips. His mouth open and drooling straight to your chest.

"Haaah, hah" you let out contented breaths at his perfect rhythm. By now your legs are fully wrapped around his hips, your hands formerly gripping at his hair now slowly moving downwards to his muscled back.

He momentarily lifts his head, taken aback at the sudden sensation of your fingers' sensual sliding down his nape to his scapula.

"Fuck, are you teasing me right now?" He asks in an accusing harsh tone.

Eyes closed, still relishing the pleasure he's giving you, you simply smirk in response.

"You don't get to do that shit when you're the fucking helpless whore under me," he snaps and once again quickens his pace, this time harder and deeper than before.

The sudden fast pace surprises you. Opening your eyes, you arch forward, legs tightening around him, nails digging on his shoulders and lower.

"R-rin, what the fu–hng!" his harsher thrust drags out louder moans from your bitten lips.

"Are you seriously crying? God, you're pretty" he coos as he trails chaste kisses on your jaw, down to your hickey littered neck, and to your breasts.

"Perfect tits too, huh?" He states caressing your right breast. Drooling and sucking, he laps at it like an infant desperate for milk, occasionally pinching your left nipple.

"H-hey, hey" you beg, squirming at the sensation. Your hands slowly eave his back, opting instead to grip his sheets.

"Keep clawing at me. I can take it. My skin's better than my covers," he retorts, seemingly offended at your actions.

You roll your eyes at both his snarky remark and ecstatic pleasure. "I think I'm gonna cum" you choke out. "Pl-please let me cum..Rin"

"You want me to make you cum, pretty slut? Fucking work for it." He taunts, but suddenly pauses mid-thrust. A realization crosses his mind as your heated core clenches around his shaft.

"Shit, I'm going to come too," he grunts in a small, deep whisper. "I'm releasing inside and you don't get to argue."

He tightens his hold and starts to fuck you in a cruel, rough pace, chasing his release.

Your moans mingle with his heavy breaths as the bed threatens to break.

"Rin, ri—hahh!" "I'm cumming you shriek as he bottoms out in you spilling his warm, white seed inside you.

He lies on top of you and tugs the sheets to cover your bodies. Nestling his face in the crook of your neck he gently whispers, "Get some sleep"

Kaiser

Mirror sex

• "Micha.." you murmur, arm loosely wrapped around his neck, your back pressed against his broad chest, both bodies dripping with sweat and shower water.

"Yeah? What?" He hums, focusing on his continuous, rhythmic thrusts. His left arm wrapped around your lower torso, the other on your chest, groping your left breast and occasionally teasing the nipple.

"Hah, look at you." He orders in a low grunt, as he grabs you by your chin and forces you to look at your cock drunk countenance reflected in his expensive, floor-length bathroom mirror.

"Such a fucking whore for me, yeah?. So good. So tight." He sneers, teasing you as he continues to grind and thrust into your heat, getting off at your tear-stained expression.

His movements elicit a moan from your pretty little mouth, gripping his arm with your right hand, and wrapping his face with your left, helplessly clinging onto him as your legs threaten to give out from the excessive pleasurable thrusts he's giving you.

"Oh my god," it took everything in you to form one coherent sentence, albeit shaky and broken. You're breathing heavily, mouth agape as sweat slides down your forehead, as you barely hold on to your last thread of sanity.

"Hah, hah, hng~" A sinful whimper escapes your sore lips as you feel him stretch your insides.

"Sl-slow down, will you?" You murmur practically begging as your knees quiver your voice cracking under the strain, but your ass contradicts your words as you instinctively grind against him in your poor effort to match his inhumane pace.

"The fuck do you mean?" He barks back in a condescending playful tone. "Your cunt is literally fucking choking me right now," which is true, despite the countless times you've done this with him, every single time feels like the first. You, just as tight. Him, just as big and thick.

Flashing his shit eating grin, he stares at you through the mirror, before moving his arm on your lower torso all the way down in a slow seductive pace, caressing your silky skin with his rough palm. He hovers just above your flaring heat.

"S-shit", you moan at he sensation. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes, you feel him toy with slick folds before focusing all his attention on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

"M-mich— Fuck!" You suddenly jolt as you feel your insides knot. "I'm gonna—hngg"

He slams into you in one hard thrust, stays buried in you, and nestles his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please, please, please, let me cum inside your pretty pussy" he whimpers seductively into your ear.

Lifting his face up to look at you he adds in a sweet tone that doesn't match his previous demeanour, "Let's cum together, liebing"

At the very last roll of his words, you cum and he follows suit. Your slick coating his dick as ropes of his seed fill your pussy to the brim.

Exhausted and gasping for air, you limp into his arms, legs finally giving up, eyes disoriented, and mind still hazy from the wild sex you just had. Kaiser's hold on you loosens, but he doesn't let go. He places a chaste peck on your cheek before tenderly lifting you up with care and helps you sit on the sink.

Murmuring something about cleaning you up, he spreads your legs, kneels between them, and starts to lick you up. The sudden warm sensation from his tongue licking and sucking at your pussy immediately snaps you out of your stupor and prompts you to grab his hair pulling him closer.

Your display of desperation causes him to smirk and look up to admire you, eyes closed, head tilted up, and mouth slightly agape. You truly are greedy, first milking his cock, and now using his tongue to wipe the mixture of your slick and his cum that you two concocted inside your cunt.

Sae

Doggy style

•You have no idea how you ended up on the Itoshi Sae's bed. You swear you just wanted to get some good scoop about his personal life. Goodness, this is the same man your younger brother watches on your family TV. The—according to him, "very serious soccer player he idolizes," Who would have thought that the "very serious soccer player" is a goddamn freak in the sheets.

He's got you in all fours, kneeling, and drooling onto his sheets as he pounds into you from behind, his right hand securely holding your wrists behind your arched back, the other gripping his headboard so hard it could leave a dent.

"I-itoshi san," you breathe out, panting profusely, squirming at his strong grip. "Just, just what the fuck are you doing?"

"Shut up," he snaps back. He's quiet and collected compared to your teary-eyed, pathetic self. As his rhythmic thrusts fill his bedroom air, he leans close and whispers low, "I like your loud moans, so just keep doing that, alright?"

"Mhmm" you moan out in agreement. Too high in pleasure to think rationally. After all, he's already made you cum twice in just a few hours, might as well savor getting fucked by a good-looking athlete.

"Good girl," he praises in a deep, slow voice before slapping your ass he's been fucking relentlessly. You let out a surprised yelp at the sudden jolt of pain, his hand leaving a distinct red mark on you.

"Hng, what th— Hng!! Ahh!" You practically scream as he finally lets go of your wrists only to wrap his arms under yours and pull you close. Urging you to sit up, seemingly desperate to further close the already nonexistent space between the two of you.

"Arms up" he commands, lifting your arms and resting them on the headboard. Moving you into a position that will grant him more access to your chest.

"I'm amazed, such an obedient slut for a nosy journalist," he beams as you, without question, move according to his will.

He gropes your breasts in circles and occasionally pinches your nipples as he continues to vigorously push in and out of your ruined cunt, each time making a show of dragging his length through the seams of your flaps every time he pulls out.

"Haaa" he sighs as he slowly starts to slow down his pace and instead pours more energy in slamming into you. Dragging each word he adds in a breathy contented voice, "you're tight. I bet this is the best fuck of your life, no?"

"Uh, hum," you whimper, agreeing with his egoistic claim. You lower your arms from his headboard and cup the back of your hands—still positioned on your breast.

"Hah, hah" through labored breaths and round dilated pupils, you crane your neck to look at him and manage to say, "Itoshi san, I c-cant any..anymore. I'm gonna cum—hng"

"Yeah? Just cum alright."

"I'm gonna be a generous man and give you my seed, so make sure to cum with me," he adds as he quickens his pace once more, helping you reach your high faster.

In just 3 thrusts, you feel it. the tightening of your core and the knotting feeling in your stomach.

"Hng, I'm cumming! I'm cumming"" you shriek as your final release surges throughout your entire body. He joins you, and after flooding your insides with his fluids, he gently lies down, dragging you with him as he pulls you close to his chest.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asks in a tone you're not sure if he's teasing or dead serious.

"H-huh, wudda you mean? You slur through words as you feel your pussy still pulsing from the sensation.

"I'm saying the we meet same time tomorrow, since you didn't get your scoop," he replies matter-of-factly as if it were the most obvious meaning of his proposition.

"Then, we can have fun afterwards," he adds, stealing a glance at you, seeing your run-down mascara and bitten, swollen lips, he can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that his fucking cock was able to extract this dirty, slutty side of you.

"Never mind, just sleep," he says, this time soft and tender as he tugs at the duvet to cover your drenched body.

── .✦ P.S. I will be busy in the latter half of Oct because of exams, so I would most definitely be inactive during those times.

ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ Kinktober plans!!

I already have NSFWs of aged up!Rin and Kaiser (separate), and Sae's is almost done, so most definitely I'll post these 3 tomorrow after class. I'll try to post more for other characters (mostly Bllk and JJK).

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Update on the Angst Kaiser fic

I had a change of plan and decided to alter the plot a little so I can finish it quicker. Hehehe, it's still sitting in my notes app, but I'll probably finish it by next week or so PROBABLY? But as of now, I'm prioritizing my contributions to the Tumblr kinktober community.