neviye — ⋆˚꩜｡ 19. she/her. introvert. black. bisexual. written by ai yazawa. piercing & tattoo enthusiast. gyro’s cowgirl, hange’s personal cumslut & sae’s sweetheart ୨ৎ

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WOAHH wait queen reverse im too flattered rn, get back here ily too 👀 im glad you could get that off your chest n im DEFINITELY glad to see my fics are out here guiding lost souls to sae🤤

keep liking sae… sae is the goat… say it w me now… sae is the best bllk character…

req, using german names lowk felt awkward cause i just used what other writers use but whateva! i was mainly listening to this while writing this fic if anyone cares

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BTW!!! #bisexualbitch, love you all!

the overfamiliar sound of the passcode being entered into the apartment’s lock could be heard from where you were sitting in the living room and you practically sprang up, eagerness and anticipation in your steps, wasting no time as it echoed, waiting for kaiser to step in.

most of your interactions had taken place digitally as his training and major matches kept you away from each other. all you had known for months was the feeling of cold sheets and the emptiness of the apartment with his lack of presence. without his outgoing personality, you felt horribly lonely and what you craved more than anything after all this time apart, was his touch.

excitement was radiating off you as he stepped in, drawing his luggage in behind him — an unmistakable sign that he was here to stay, and you were leaping into his arms, hugging him tight as the door clicked shut.

“hey, at least let me put my stuff down.” he grinned while wrapping his arms around you, “missed me?”

“so much.” you whispered into his chest. your arms locked around him squeezed his body, just to make sure that this wasn’t all a dream, that he was really here.

you moved to plant kisses all over his face, each smooch a punctuation of every moment spent apart, lips memorising the feeling of his skin. “you’ve been taking care of yourself right?” you murmured.

he made a sound of affirmation, letting you pamper him before pulling your body flush against his, hands finding their natural place on your hips. he was kissing you gentle, his usual silly arrogance melting away with each peck and you could feel how much it meant to him that you were here holding him.

“missed you so so much.” you sighed into the kiss, pulling away when you remembered that were still standing in the doorway of the apartment surrounded by his suitcases. but you couldn’t help it, after being away from him for so long, you just wanted to stay like this.

you were kissing all over his tattoo, knowing it was his favourite spot, drinking up the sounds that left his lips. “so eager already?” he chuckled although he was letting you do as you please, angling his head back.

your lips pressed his neck softly, a wet kiss meeting the layers of coloured ink that decorated his skin. your teeth nipped lightly over his flesh and your tongue marked its territory.

your kisses began to trail down, sticking to his collarbone as heat brew in your core, the fuzzy feeling making you conscious of your open desire for him. slight shame washed over you, guilty that you were all over him the minute he had walked through the door.

you were pulling away, flustered by your bold actions but he was quicker, grip on your waist tightening, keeping you close as you avoided his gaze.

“don’t stop,” he was latching on to your neck now, “finish what you started.”

his kisses were hot and sensual, hands snaking up your top as you melted into his touch. his palm was oddly warm as he fondled your tit, using his thumb to slowly flick over your nipple, dragging a sweet sigh out of you.

he was helping you take off your top, pulling it over your head before hauling in again, this time seizing a nipple into his mouth. you whimpered at the feeling, it had been a while since you had felt his mouth on you, and oh how you had missed it. your fingers ran through his hair as encouragement, blood ruuning hot as you enjoyed the warmth of his mouth.

your eyes were screwed shut, focused on the familiarity of his touch only opening as his teeth bit down, sending a jolt through your body.

and then you remembered you were still stood in the entrance and that he had just literally stepped in.

you tapped at his back, “w-we’re still in the doorway.”

“not a problem.” he was hauling you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and gazes locking. you could see the obvious burning desire behind them as much as you could feel it, his hands fondling the supple flesh of your ass and lips needily pushing kisses to your face. he was handling you with ease and walking down the hallway, forgetting about all of his luggage.

“but your stuff—? you need to unpack and rest.”

“rest?” he was scoffing dramatically, almost insulted, “schatz, i play soccer for a living and you think a petty flight would tire me out?”

well you couldn’t argue with that, and you had been waiting for this moment for ages. to finally be in his arms again, to taste, to touch, to feel.

he was quick to reach the bedroom, an adorable bop in his steps as he was pushing the door open, flicking the lights low and laying you down, bedsheets soft against your back.

his own top came off swift and your eyes swept over his breathtaking figure — his gilded abs, soft v-line disappearing under the confines of his pants and the thorns of his rose tattoo clung, alluringly, to his biceps.

now you truly felt conscious, your shirt was already gone but you could feel the same stomach turning shame from before creeping back up your spine. you hadn’t seen him for months. months. the stretch of time had only dawned on you now. how would he react to seeing you bare, in your most vulnerable state, after all this time?

the slight shift in your attitude didn’t go unnoticed. he watched your arms travel slow around your chest and your eyes avoiding contact once again.

“what’s wrong?” he was closing you in, face inches from yours.

“uh well…”

“look at me.”

you were meeting his eyes nervously, his blue ones glazed over with something soft, trying to get a read on your feelings.

“tell me.”

you let out a shuddering breath, “i just feel a bit awkward, i mean we haven’t seen each other in ages and—”

he interrupted you, “don’t get all shy about it, nothing's changed,” he was saying your name, syllables sweet on his tongue. his lips seized yours, catching you off guard momentarily before you were kissing him back. “you’re my perfect girl.”

you panted into his mouth, heart knocking against your ribs as the kiss grew deeper, hesitance fading away as you savoured the feeling you had missed so dearly. his hand was trailing along thigh, inching into your shorts and your legs spread wider almost on impulse.

he chuckled at the slick coating his fingers, pleased with the reaction he was getting from you. “needed me home, huh?” he was sliding two in, easing you open and ready for him. you moaned against his lips, the sound coming out sharp as his fingers curled to put pressure exactly where you liked it.

“yes, oh god.” you heaved, chasing his lips once again. your exchanged kisses were tender, your hand coming up to intertwine with the long blue locks at the back of his head to deepen it. his taste and musk in your lungs, your hips were chasing the friction with every flick of his wrist, heat coiling in within you and threatening to snap.

he was pulling away from you, a stringy line of spit connecting the two of you as his fingers slowed, a pouting look adorning your face.

“on my dick, schatz. i’ll make you feel good.”

he was getting rid of the rest of his clothes and yours, settling between your legs and lining up at your entrance. his flushed tip drooling pre as he coated it in your wetness, earning another desperate shift of your hips.

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed this.” he was saying exactly what you were thinking as he pushed in, inches stretching you open sweetly. he was bottoming out with a low groan as your cunt fluttered around him. no words needed to be exchanged between you two now, it was clear he had missed you just as much as smalls gasps of delight left the both of you.

he was looking at you, enjoying your squirms as you got used to his length yet unmoving because he didn’t want to hurt you. you met his gaze, showing you were ready and he was thrusting up into you, the mild plaps of your pussy sounding out.

he was leaning in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, quiet german confessions leaving him. it felt like a fever dream — his soothing words, the warmth in your abdomen, that entire fact that he was here with you.

tears were building up in your eyes, but you tried to blink them away, shy of being overly fragile but he had caught them, smile on his face. “you crying, schatz?”

“i-i’ve just, hic!” you were sniffling, “..i know i keep saying it, but i mis-missed you.”

“oh fuck, say it again.” he groaned, sucking in a sharp breath as his dick throbbed at your words. thrusts slow and deep, pelvis meeting your cunt naturally, he was grinding at your sweet spot, leaving you whining at the depth of his cock, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

“i, ngh— missed you.”

“a-again.” he was finding your clit, hissing as your walls squeezed as he rubbed into it, melodic moans tumbling out your mouth.

“i-i missed you, mihya.” the nickname sounded so pretty coming from your lips.

his cock was twitching in your warmth, hips rolling and kissing the spongy spot that made you spasm. your cunt was aching for more, your passion insatiable and flaming as your body felt like it was underwater — drowning in euphoria as the knot in your stomach wrenched, sweet familiar feeling of an orgasm lurking. “aah— i’m gonna cum!”

“cum for me, liebling.”

and you did — drunk on him as pleasure washed over you, thighs shaking, pussy dripping and tightening up around his pulsing cock your eyes were glassy with tears again as they welled up, leaking down your cheeks.

“shit, that’s it,” he was holding eye contact, watching your sweet tears fall and face turn with pleasure, moans panting out of him. “gonna fill you good, like i always do.”

he was spilling with a low groan, seed shooting straight up your cervix, the satisfying feeling of being filled up making a pleased whimper leave you. grunts sounded from him as his hands came to grip bruising marks into your hips. his cum sticking to your insides and staying there as he remained in you.

you caressed his nape with feather light touches, wanting your heart to calm down but you practically couldn’t get it to. you were over the moon right now, happiness and ecstasy flowing through your veins as he gave your stinging hips delicate strokes.

you spoke the first words, breaking the silence. “you know, i couldn't wait till you got home today.”

“i know.” he was giving you a soft smirk, “i could see it your face.”

“really? i don't think i was that obvious.”

“you were all bouncy,” he was wiping your tears away, “if anyone saw you they'd think that i'd been gone for years.”

“it felt like years.” you sulked.

“did it?” he teased, etching back to pull out before you were stopping him.

“wait,” you kept him in with your legs, urging him to sink the rest of his dick back in. “i... wanna go again.” you mumbled timid, looking at anything but his face even though he was literally inside you.

Can I please kindly, humbly, gloriously, quietly, cutely, respectfully, shyly, request for a very very soft, fluffy, warm type of—KAHDGSI DUDE WHY IS THIS SO EMBARRASSING TRYING TO WRITE 'sex' 😭—Uh, yeah, soft, fluffy AND 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 night with Kaiser, whereas the female lead misses him so much because he got too busy, and the FL is very needy needy, and when he steps in their shared home, she immediately gets over him?

And she's SHYY, but not that type of shy that icks US, yes US out because I'm considerate.

And then they kiss kiss, and then end up in soft warm type of sex where the FL wraps their arms around his neck—and it's very very slow, romantic, ANDD heavily vulnerable. To the point that FL tears up because she really, REAAALLY misses him.

(These are the types of things I think about despite HEAVILY avoiding the "having a boyfriend" type of thingys to happen in my life).

sent: 042526

aint nothing to be embarrassed about lovely!! a shy reader would be soo cute n this is the absolute sweetest, like ive said, im finishing it so ill be posting it sooon soon🩷 (sorry this has been sitting in my inbox)

here!

TYSM!!! i’m still battling the kaiser req rn so idk when it’ll be done but you’re making me shy w this comment im blushing internally

can…we..be..moots…

yk that one image of that lego man thats like staring at the camera in awe, yeah that was me when i first found ur page

THIS

HI N THANKK YOOOUU OMG, WHAT AN OPENING LINE 😭 im beyond flattered rn, girl hell YEAH we can be moots🤞

hell😂😂yeah😂😂😂lets😂😂be😂😂😂😂moots😂😂😂twin😂😂

req, struggled writing this so bad, i had to watch a BUNCH of makeup tuts 😭 but my vinted order came so its all good!!

“soo do you have any idea what you’re doing?” your brows scrunched as you felt sae’s hands applying primer to your face. your makeup products were spread neatly across your vanity — eyeshadow palettes, brushes, lip glosses. none of them in order of course, because sae was going to have to figure them all out by himself. he was angling your face up as you were sat on your stool, reaching for a product while speaking.

“not a clue, i totally have absolutely no idea.”

you were opening your mouth to make fun of him before his hands were squeezing your cheeks into a forced pout. “that was sarcasm.”

“…i knew that.”

a trend had been going around recently of people trying to do their partner’s make up and failing miserably. they would be obliviously applying whatever they thought was right and in the end, leave their partner looking a mess. so when it popped up on your feed, you knew instantly you had to try it. with someone as confident as sae, watching him get confused and screw up would be the one of the most satisfying things ever.

but at this point, you had to give it to him, he seemed like he knew what he was doing. especially for someone who didn’t care about anything but soccer.

that was before you felt the thick feeling of foundation on your skin and it nearly made you jump. “sae, you don’t need that much. oh— wait, i’m not meant to tell you oops, just ignore that.”

he took your words anyways, wiping some off and patting down your beauty blender over your face with surprising precision as he smoothed the remaining product in. he worked through the base of your makeup, before moving on to your eyes.

“you’re a little too good at this so far…” you stared at him suspiciously, while he was deciding on a colour from your eye shadow palette.

“just close your eyes.” he muttered, watching yours lids flutter shut before gently putting the colour on. the bristles were soft and quick before he was done with it in an instant, reaching to pick up a tube of mascara.

“this next, right?” he held it up, forgetting that you weren’t supposed to be helping.

“i dunno, you tell me.” you were pressing your lips together and mimicking a zipper over your mouth.

he rolled his eyes at your little act, figuring it out quickly anyway. he was extra careful this time, making sure not to poke an eye out with the wand.

and just like that, he working flawlessly and steadily through each step, all done with minimal effort. the application of eyeliner, the sprinkle of setting spray, the soft tapping of your powder puff.

that was until it got to the blush. he was dabbing into it and patting over your cheeks and nose again and again and again before you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“sae! stop, oh my days, you’re using way too much.” you were facing away from him and looking at the mirror.

“oh god.” you looked at your reflection in the vanity mirror and froze. he was good at it, like ridiculously good — it wasn’t cakey, wasn’t too heavy, it was perfect. smooth and clean, even better than when you usually did it.

and he certainly knew your features with a crazy accuracy. he had picked a shade of eyeshadow that flattered your skin and complimented your eyes, the bronzer sat amazingly on your cheekbones and the blush, despite all his frolicking, was perfect. your lips were the only thing left bare and he was already picking up your liner.

“you’re joking, how the hell are you so good at this?”

he shrugged it off, “sometimes i watch you get ready, i just picked some things up.”

“some? this is my whole routine.” you spoke stunned. he was humming with agreement like he wasn’t clearly totally obsessed with you if he was able to replicate your entire makeup look. he began lining your lips, finishing it off with a touch of lipstick and gloss.

“done?” he asked, going through the items on your table to see if he missed anything.

“i guess so.” you were admiring yourself in the mirror. what was supposed to be an opportunity to tease him for his makeup skills, had actually ended up revealing how good he was at it. maybe you would let him do it for you more often.

“how’d i do?”

“you pass, unfortunately.” you gave him a weak thumbs up, “i didn’t think you’d actually be able to perfect it”

“maybe i’m just that good.”

finished this old draft as filler sorry pls i promise ill have the req done soon

sae wasn’t by any means an extremely vocal person. whenever you had sex, it was always those same familiar soft groans and that low sensual sound he made when he came, never anything else. and for someone like you who was an absolute sucker for whimpers, you’d made it your mission to get at least one whine out of him.

“just like that, baby.” sae groaned as he was laid back, letting the sight of you ride him sink in, unaware of your alternate agenda. both of his hands was steady on your hips, lazily guiding your movements, occasionally giving your ass a squeeze.

your cum was stuck to your inner thighs as you determinedly chased sae’s orgasm, and you could tell he was close. his dick was twitching in your heat and the lewd sight of your tits bouncing above him, wet cunt clutching each time you slammed down, his face painted with pleasure — he was grabbing your hips harshly with that well known low groan, cock pouring out ropes of cum and stuffing you full.

his chest rose and fell with rough breaths, hands caressing slow over your skin. the atmosphere went still and all that could be heard was the mixed sound of your heavy breathing slowing in sync. he was giving you a slight ‘aren’t you gonna get off look?’ but didn’t say anything, letting you do as you please.

you, on the other hand, were debating whether to mercifully give him a minute, or to begin your little scheme right away. leaning in, you captured his lips in a hot kiss, teeth nipping before you were slipping your tongue past. you kissed him like you were starved, till you were both dizzy and pulling away only for air. a not so gentle indicator that you wanted another round.

starting your plan before he began to soften, you stirred with teasing slow grinds at first, just testing the waters and his reaction was perfect, steadying breath hitching as your hips grinded against him, “again, right now?”

you only hummed slyly in response, planting your hands down on his thighs to secure yourself.

“w-wait.” his hands attempted and failed to stop you, quivering as you were already bouncing, cunt squeezing his already sensitive dick so sweetly he felt like he was going to die from both pain and pleasure.

thighs stinging with an ache, your legs were obviously tired after topping for so long, but it didn’t stop you at all. if anything, it only made you more persistent. you were speeding up, feeling his trembling hands grabbing at your waist.

you were now the one admiring the sight in front of you — the look on his face that said it was all too much and too good at the same time, his cheeks flushed as he bit into his bottom lip trying to muffle the submissive sounds slipping past his lips. this was perfect opportunity to taunt him for it.

“can’t handle it?” you laughed out through a moan, “you overstimulate me allll the time but you can’t manage a bit yourself?”

“i—, you—” his weak attempt at speaking was overridden by a whiny “f-fuck…” and it was like music to your ears. your hips were meeting his gruellingly as his cum had began leaking out of you, sticking and squelching with the slam of your ass against his skin.

you felt him shudder as his whimpers got more prominent, motivating you to keep pressing on. they were getting louder and louder until he decided to finally stop holding back, melodic whines blurting past his lips and straight to your core. “a-ah shit, i’m c-close again.” he sounded on the brink of tears, brows ridged with bliss.

you could feel the tense knot in your stomach forming, sae’s eyes rolling as you clenched around him. his cock was throbbing similarly, ready to release another load. “you gonna cum? we can together.” you groaned seeing his overwhelmed expression.

unwaiting for an answer, your slick walls hugged him tightly as your knot snapped, thighs quaking as you felt him follow, dick letting out a weak splash of cum. your knees were sore as you stilled, immediately trying to get off at last, but he was stopping you for real now. “d-don’t, oh god, don’t move yet.”

his eyes were drawn shut but you could see the light tears at their corners. his lips were blushed, bruised and bitten raw from your kisses and the prettiest shade of pink was visible on his cheeks. “you’re fucking insane.” he heaved, fluttering his eyes open to look at you.

you stroked his chest, “too much?”

he went quiet, helping you off him, a near silent hiss leaving him because of the sensitivity.

“you liked it, didn’t you?” you were giggling before he was cuddling you close, trying to change the subject.

“i’ll go run a bath soon, need anything?”

“yeah, admit it, you liked it. you like being overstimulated.” you pinched his rib playfully.

“i guess it wa—”

“good?”

he hummed, “like a crazy kind of good.”

“soo we can try it again?”

HI OMG THANK YOU?! yes i am #stunning queen n you are too, so dont ever let anyone tell you otherwise n dont EVER forget it🤞

oh hes my muse, i love him soo so dearly 🩷 n yes omg i love being a black writer!! im happy to write for my queens🙏 none of my black friends have watched bllk or read x reader fiction n girl ive tried SO hard to put them on but its just me reporting in ig😣

love ur writing btw

THANK YOU! ive been procrastinating but ill finish my reqs n post soon🫡

thank you!! i have a req for him in my inbox so you can expect some more of him soon🤤

ilyt queen but i will if i keep dyeing it 💔 (i love that emoji btw thanks)

i know i dont really post anything other than fanfics so if you have any questions or anything ask pls!

i feel like he’s secretly good at it

working on this rn twin🤞 (i don’t do makeup so forgive me if anything’s inaccurate)

but i wonder why hes so good…

here!