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Plot: Y/N'd been a friend of Damon's for a long time, which often led to rumors of a secret relationship, rumors that the two loved to feed. It was a joke, that was all there was to it. Right?
Word count: 1.8K
A/N: Hope the person that requested this enjoys it. I changed a few things.
I stood before my kitchen oven, hands on my hips as I glared at it like it had personally offended me–and to a degree, it had. This was officially the fourth time this afternoon that I was placing this tin of muffins back inside the oven. Six muffins shouldn’t have taken up to three hours to prepare, yet here I was. The taste was off every time, I didn't know why. They either looked awful or tasted too salty, too sweet or just bitter. I looked over the recipe book again, as if something had magically changed in the process of the fourth batch being made, but–as expected–nothing changed. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where I was going wrong, all I could do was wait for this fresh batch to not taste like disappointment.
I wouldn't have been so fussed over the muffins if they were just for me–they weren't. They were for Damon. Graham and the rest of ‘em too, but mainly for Damon. The band’s album was finally out after grueling months of locking themselves in the studio.
I knew how Damon got during album development–I was his best mate, or at least something close to what he and Graham were–he’d been having a rough week and the immediate press tour that was pushed today wasn’t going to do much to help. I was hoping these muffins would brighten his day, even for just or for a bit.
The timer finally dinged, pulling me out of my thoughts. I adjusted the oven mitts in my hands before I pulled down the oven door. Immediately, I was engulfed in warmth that came almost without a warning. I reached into the oven, pulling out the silver cupcake mold inside it. Even with the protective layer in my hands, I could still feel the heat of the mold, not a high degree, but still hot nonetheless.
I placed the pastries on the countertop. To my surprise, it didn’t look too bad–it looked pretty edible. Turning my attention to the ticking clock that hung on my white walls. It was twenty past ten. The conference would be starting around early eleven, with the distance the venue was to my flat, there was no time to worry about the taste.
While I allowed the pastries to cool, I went to change out of my flour and batter covered clothes.
Before I left, the muffins were packed into a small silver tin. The aroma was truly to die for.
–
I made my way through the large and intimidating building, lots of logos were all around, likely sponsors or partners. Hoards of lads, carrying various forms of technical equipment ranging from cameras to microphones to other things I didn’t recognise, passed through hurriedly. Asking them for help to find Blur would have been completely futile.
It took passing through, many…
Many.
Many rooms and corridors until I found a door with a “Blur” paper taped to its upper figure. It was a genuine wonder I hadn’t gotten lost through the labyrinth. There weren’t signs, nor maps, or anything.
I knocked twice on the door, before slowly pushing it open.
The band was scattered around the room in various places and doing various things. What struck me–or at least caught me off guard was the presence of three others in the room who weren’t in the band.
An average sized man in a suit was sat on a chair adjacent to the seat Damon sat in. The two of them sat in front of a crouched man in black who held a large camera that rested on his left shoulder. The other stranger stood a bit further from the three of them, holding up a microphone above Damon and who I presumed was his interviewer.
All eyes in the room snapped to me, including those of Alex, and Dave. Couldn’t spot Graham anywhere, though.
Damon’s eyes remained even when the others’ turned back to whatever was occupying them. His lips curved into a small fond-like smile.
God, the way he smiled.
“There’s my wife,” Damon’s voice had a teasing lilt, his smile morphing his signature smirk.
The title wasn’t anything new, it was interchangeable. One day it could be girlfriend, the next it could be fiancée, it seems today he’s chosen wife. It became something of a running gag between the band and I. Our many years of comradery had often left others with the impression that there was something more between us than we let on.
Damon and I played into it, of course. It was fun–at least it was supposed to be until a stupid feeling started flooding in whenever he called me by those titles
“Wife?” The interviewer’s brows rose, he’d clearly struck gold.”Now that’s intriguing.” his voice dripped with intrigue.
“Haven’t you heard?” Alex smirked without looking up from his hands, picking at the nails of his calloused fingers. “Those two.” He pointed at Damon, then towards me. “Madly in love.”
“Well, don’t just stand there. Come sit, love.” Damon gestured for me to move towards him.
I smiled, shaking my head. I took a large couple of strides towards Damon and the other two strangers. I looked around for a chair I could nick, but before I could pull one, Damon pulled me down on his lap.
“Damon!” I yelped, startled, using a firmer grip to hold on to the tin of muffins before it fell from my grasp.
“What?” Damon blinked at me, all faux innocence.
I didn’t dignify his obvious taunt with response. Damon smirked cheekily.
“So, how long have you two been married?” The interviewer asked.
“Since last year.” Damon grinned, his arms draped over my lower waist, keeping me in place. “Had a secret wedding, right, love?”
I said nothing, only raising my brows.
“And how’s that married life treating you?” The interviewer persisted, crossing a leg over his other one as he stared at the both of us.
“With her, it’s amazing.” Damon’s voice was laced with affection, his fingers toying with the hem of my shirt. “Right, love?”
Damon didn’t give me a chance to answer before he switched the topic.
“Whatcha got there, love?” He inquired.
I proudly held up the tin box. “Muffins.”
I opened the box and handed him a pastry.
Alex looked over, frowning. “Oi, I want one too.”
“No one’s stopping you, Alex.” I shook my head.
Alex stood up, coming towards the two of us. He placed his hand in the tin and pulled out a muffin.
“Dave,” I called out.
Dave, who’d been smoking a cigarette, turned his attention to me, exhaling a puff of smoke. He gave me a nod of acknowledgement.
“You want one?” I held up the muffin tin.
He shook his head, politely declining.
Damon took a bite of the pastry and for a sliver or a moment, his face contorted before it fell back into that easy smile. It was a blink and you’d miss it moment, one that made my brows furrow. I was about to mention something, but Alex’s coughing and spitting out of the muff interrupted my train of speech.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ugh,” Alex gagged, spitting crumbs into the floor. He picked up a napkin, wiping his tongue onto it “What the hell is in this?”
“What the recipe book had.”
Alex placed the muffin back in the tin, shaking his head.
It couldn’t have been that bad.
I bit into one of the uneaten pastries, trying to disprove Alex’s dramatics, but I ended up spitting it out. The taste was indescribable. It tasted like expired soy milk. The taste–it hit me. The expired milk. I’d forgotten to throw out.
I threw the muffin back in the tin, rubbing my mouth with the back of my hand.
“That is vile.”
Damon, sighed a relieved sigh that turned to a small laugh. “I agree.” He tossed his muffin into a nearby tin. “You reckon we can give one to Graham?” he added.
The last of the questions were asked by the interviewer and Damon answered them, while I remained sitting on his lap, trying not to make a fool of myself. Damon’s hands toyed with my fingers as he answered, as if I were the key to access all of his profound responses.
–
When the press conference finally began, Damon didn’t sit down without causing a bit of a ruckus by pointing and blowing small kisses at his “wife”.
From where I sat, I was sure my flushed expression was very much visible to Damon. The question started normal enough, about the band, what made this album different from the other ones, and why it was worth a listen. Each of the members did their fair share of answering, but was mainly the frontman of the band doing all the talking. Unfortunately, it didn’t take too long for most of the questions to shift entirely to his “relationship” with me rather than the album the band had spent the past year working on.
That was English journalism for you.
–
Going out for drinks was basically mandatory, a celebratory unwind after today. Damon and I sat on the barstools in front of the bar, the others chose to do their evening drinking towards the back of the bar.
Damon laughed at his own joke, which for the most part was unfunny, but he was too pissed out of his mind to care. His drunken antics had me laughing more than I really should’ve.
“Another round for my wife, then?” he slurred.
“Your wife, uh?” I shook my head, my own drunkenness omitting a giggle from within me. “I don’t see a ring on my finger.” I flashed my hand in his face.
“You’ll get one soon. A big one.”
I smirked, leaning close, my knee brushed against his. “Oh yeah?” I egged on.
Damon nodded, “Can’t have anyone thinking I’m a shite husband.”
“Too late for that,” I said. “I already think so. I don’t recall when you last took me on a date.”
“Are you saying you wanna go out with me?” Damon leaned close, one hand rested on my thigh.
“Maybe.”
Damon chuckled.We were close–closer than we probably should have been, his warm breath pecked at my skin. He tilted his head, studying me with a fascination that could only be described as boyish.
“You’re bloody beautiful, y’know that?” He muttered, his voice held sincerity. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You are too.” I didn’t know why I said it, it was almost involuntary.
My response seemed to have evoked something within him. His gaze darkened; his aura was magnetic. Before I could process it, his hand cradled my face, his calloused fingers stroking my cheek in a manner that was rough with an edge of carefulness. As he pulled me close, a soft shiver ran down my spine. The way we moved, it was something we couldn’t understand. His lips met mine halfway. Tender, soft with a sliver of certainty. A small part of me knew there was no guarantee that I’d remember this by the time the hangover hits tomorrow morning–I wasn’t certain Damon would either, but honestly, I didn’t care. That was tomorrow me’s problem to deal with.
tw:suggestive content but nothing happens! AFAB reader
author notes: I was more embarrassed writing this than any smut I've previously done LOL. Maybe it's the shame of writing for Sae.
Summer is at the door, you open the windows of Sae's small apartment to let some breeze in to refresh the living room. It’s early morning, and since he was still asleep you thought to read something on his leather burgundy sofa, enjoying the fresh air and the quietness surrounding you. It’s when you are deep into your reading that you hear soft footsteps approaching you, or better the bowl full of peaches next to you.
You look at your boyfriend, he is wearing the black t-shirt he uses to sleep, and the dumb boxers you gifted him months ago with USB sticks printed on ( “I hate this, you have the same taste as a pig” he spat out, words full of empty threats as he wears them as much as possible), his aquamarine eyes still half-closed and with gunks he tries to brush away with the back of his hand.
Then you spot it, the ripe, hairy, and pinkish peach you have been gifted by your friend two days ago; her fruits are always excellent so you are sure that they must taste amazing. Sae plops on the armchair, the one next to the window and on the opposite side from the sofa, stretches his legs ‘till he feels the joints pop, a soft sigh leaves his mouth, then he brings the peach towards his soft lips-
-But you notice something else, the tiny spark in his eyes, the spark of someone way more awake than he’d let on at first, and you really can’t go back to your book, petrified by his eyes like a snake to his charmer.
Hooked.
Sae pulls his tongue out, the apex circling the hole left by the stalk, his movements are slow and he never, never stops looking at you straight in the eyes. He plays a bit more with the hole, tonguing it, then he slowly moves his hot muscle up and down the peach line, the flat of his tongue evident, not an inch of shame in his body, he keeps on his poker face, but the warm pools that are his eyes tell how concentrated he is in the task.
You shiver and it isn’t for the gentle breeze caressing your skin, you feel hotter at any caress of his tongue, your toes curls and the memory of his tongue doing something similar not too long ago numbs your brain.
Line.
Then he sinks his teeth in, his nose curl and you hear him slurping the juice that inexorably drool down his fingers and then on his arm just to end on his naked thigh; you watch the droplets fall down and gulp, your mouth dry, you don’t know how much would you pay to lick that juice from his body, it must taste heavenly.
“He must be so proud of himself, his already inflated ego must have reached the sky by now” you think, and it is real, Sae is absorbing every single twitch, curl, and tick of your body, imprinting it in his mind, every twitch strokes his ego, and not only that.
He looks between your legs, where your hot core should be but is now hidden by the flimsy shorts you use to sleep. Sae sucks his fingers, all sticky and sweet, his eyes still down there, “it tastes as delicious as you are” his thoughts fogged too; something he wanted to try on you just turned back to bite his ass, the red hair doesn’t know for how long he’ll be able to keep this act going.
Sae isn’t that suave, you noticed his eyes drifting from your eyes to your core, your legs open a bit, a reflex you didn’t notice, almost like they want to welcome him home.
“Want a taste?” His voice is groggy, almost rasped while he licks a stripe up his arm where the juice previously drooled.
His gaze fixed on you, long lashes almost welcoming you in his warm eyes and you just want to dive into them to cool off.
“Gladly” you gulp.
Sinker.
It’s a matter of seconds, Sae throws the bitten peach somewhere and he's on you, the sofa cushions sink under the new weight, your book follows the fruit, feverish lips on yours, tongues dancing and sucking each other, frenetic hands pawn at your hips, a knee immediately in between your legs, breaths already erratic.
Synopsis: They hear you say the most outrageous, uncensored, vulgar, out-of-hand, scandalous, disgraceful, atrocious things while raging playing games.
Warnings: Not proofread, vulgar language(?), fake threats (NO DEATH THREATS, I DON'T CONDONE THAT), suggestive 😨😨 (I warned you it was atrocious)
Note: These are all real things quoted by my friend, @dewwberry. I'm being fr right now
Featuring: Micheal Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi x GN! reader
Micheal Kaiser
"Sweetheart, are you done with the computer?" You peek your head into the room, watching his gaze melt when you enter the room. Kaiser turns his chair to face you, arms instinctively reaching out to hold you by the waist. You get his message, straddling yourself onto his comfortable lap.
"Mhm," Kaiser releases his gentle grasp on you, allowing you to shift around and face the computer. "Playing games, eh?" Kaiser whispers to you, fingers traveling to your hips as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You nod, "I've been bored all day and you've done nothing but work so..."
"Let me watch then," Kaiser hums, leaning back to give you space. Cracking your knuckles, you excitedly drum your fingers against the table as your favorite game loads in.
You hear congratulatory whistles from the man behind you every time you got a headshot, pulling your hair out of your face whenever it bothers you. Honestly, it felt more like he was staring at your focused expression than the game itself. He couldn't help but tease you, a cheeky grin forming on his face when his hands travel from your waist down to your hips and rested comfortably on your thighs.
An irritated groan escapes you when you die again due to the same guy, smashing your mouse against the mouse pad, "I'm gonna shoot your house down," You continue to swerve your mouse around, unaware of your boyfriend, absolutely stunned by your words. (He's played games with you... what have you said about him without him knowing?)
Normally, he would laugh his ass off at you dying again
"Yeah, that's right, eat my ass!" You jump in your seat, a victorious cheer escaping you the moment you kill off the last guy. Kaiser blinks at your sudden words, eyes widening when you innocently type in an innocent 'gg!!' in the chat.
You turn your head to him, a satisfied look on your face. Tilting your head, you asked, "Something wrong?" Kaiser recovers from his shock, a frown on his face. "You can't go saying that to strangers, Meine Liebe. I only want to hear you saying that to me."
Kaiser feels an elbow nudge him, a flustered face looking back at him. Don't expect to receive an apology though, he was 100% serious about what he said.
Sae Itoshi
Normally, Sae would expect his lovely significant other to greet him home with warm arms and a kiss - especially after a long trip away from home. It's been so many nights and days since he was in your arms, he'd really love to receive a good hug from you right now.
However, all he received when he opened the door was the sound of gunshots and ecstatic shouting. Almost instantly, he knew you were on that game again. Sighing, he closes the door. All the sounds he made were drowned out purely by how loud the game was.
Softly opening the door, he looked inside the room. A small smile unconsciously forms on his face, watching you with a competitive grin on your face. Judging by your expression, you seemed to be winning by a landslide.
Leaning back on your chair, cheers erupt from you and your teammates as the game ends. "Hold up, let me get some snacks," Your teammate says, typing 'afk' in the chat.
"Hm, I'm craving Sae's lollipop." Sae's smile twists into a stare of disbelief, jaw dropping. Did you really... really just say that out loud?
Sudden gunshots ensue as you arch your back to lean forward to your computer. Urgently clicking on your keyboard whilst you run away from the players chasing you down, "(Teammate name), get back here and help me! Ohmydaysohmydays,"
"AAA, you better stop shooting me or else I'm going to shoot your whole family down!" You scream at the computer, "I hope both sides of your pillow are warm tonight!"
You feel a hand press against your forehead suddenly, stealing your attention away from the computer as you blink incessantly at your husband. "Oh, Sae! You're home, already?" Your aggressive tone dissipates as if it never even existed - you completely switched characters.
"...Are you sick?" Your fingers glide around Sae's hand against your forehead, feeling around your face and shaking your head. You hear sad music from your computer and your attention returns to the computer, "Fuck, I died."
Sae's hand cups your cheek, fingers digging into your skin a little harder than you'd prefer. His hand snaps your neck to gaze back at him. He rests his forehead against yours for a few seconds, closing his eyes. Your lips part for a moment, in awe of the man you married in front of you.
Sae suddenly breaks the tension, standing back up. "If you're not physically sick, you have to be mentally sick for saying that." You scoff dramatically even though you had a grin planted on your face, turning your chair back to face the computer. Reviving yourself, you won the round in a short amount of time, your mouth zipped shut.
He smirked in response to your new attitude, playing along, "That's my girl." You replied to his comment with a good jab to his side.
Rin Itoshi
Being quite competitive himself, he loved to play games with you. He's had his fair share of matches with you and I can 100% assure you he says the most barbaric, diabolical things. He was dragged into Roblox because of you and you made fun of him for losing to a bunch of 9-year-olds.
He would bet a lot of things whenever the both of you play games. Little arguments and disagreements like who would choose where to eat would always be settled with games. It was a boost of pride for him whenever he saw your defeated face, pouting and huffing for a rematch.
His favorite games are when the both of you can work as a team (2 player princess tycoon). An involuntary smile appears on his face whenever the both of you win, insisting that he carried the team to victory. For some reason though, he can only play as a team with you. He only takes orders from you and hates being told what to do by Isagi or Bachira.
"The last one is running over to your side, they should be low right now," Rin comments to you, who is calling him over the phone.
"Come here, Pookie!" You grin as you begin to chase the person, not noticing Rin's disgusted glare at you. "As long as you get him, I don't care what you call him," He rolls his eyes. Despite what Rin had retorted, you had always been the one calling him Pookie so it soured his mood a little to hear you call someone that.
Once you shoot off the last person, a bright victory banner appears on both of your screens. "RAHHH, big daddy wins again!" You exclaim, stretching.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he seems almost disappointed with your antics. "I'm coming over," You let out an audible 'huh' at his sudden declaration. "W- what? Why?" The notification that he left the server does nothing but confirm that he's actually on his way.
After a lot of shuffling and background noise, Rin replied "To shut you up." What a lame excuse to come over and hang out, right? You giggle at his words, leaving the server and lifting yourself up to your feet, and fishing out your keys. Judging by the background, you guess that Rin's already close by.
Opening the door for him and leaning against the frame of it, you question, "And, how will you do that?" Out of nowhere, Rin appears in your line of vision, a hand on your chin as he gives you a passionate kiss. After he breathlessly breaks the kiss, he wraps his arm around your waist, "I'll shut you up like this."
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi had gone out to buy snacks a while ago, noticing how you haven't eaten all morning because you were too preoccupied with your game. The moment he returned home, he could hear your yells and he deduced that you still haven't gotten off that game.
"Ohmygosh, he picked me up!??!" You yelled out loud which made Isagi's movements come to a halt for a second... what kind of game were you playing now? He feels chills slither down his spine, shivers rushed through him whilst he pieces together memories of you buying this love simulator game on a whim.
"I love being held by men, especially Isagi," He heard a giddily sweet giggle from the room, making his cheeks heat up when your words repeat in his head like a broken record. He hears the voice of another woman - probably from the game judging by how... dramatic it sounded.
"You... I...!" The woman from the game blurted, "This isn't over! I'll be back. He's mine, you better watch your back." It sounded like a classic mean girl.
Isagi hears another prideful laugh, entering the room just as you state the most repulsive, foul, vile thing ever, "HAHA, suck on my big fat juicy nuts."
You hear the creak of the door, snapping your head over and covering your mouth to stifle your gasp. An awkward moment of deafening silence burns this moment into your memory, you feel your gut twist in a bad way.
You bury your flushed face in your palms in shame, profuse apologies slipping from your lips. "Aha, that's certainly not the thing I expected to hear when entering a room," Isagi plays it off, having experienced a lot of embarrassing moments in front of you too.
He looks at your screen, seeing an avatar that somewhat resembles him and another avatar that resembles you. Isagi laughs, patting your back when you curl yourself up into a ball and hug your knees to your chest.
"I mean... they're sort of cute together?" Isagi mentions. You scream internally, chiding yourself. "Isagi, sweetie, as much as I appreciate your effort, you aren't helping."
You feel warm fingers slowly graze your cheek, lifting your head up to return his gaze. His maneuvers are smooth, slowly tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning in for a deep kiss. You see him step back - almost too early to your liking. Your finger pats your lips, still registering the kiss you got.
"Your new chapstick tastes good," You see Isagi lick his lips before bending down for another kiss, holding your hand by the wrist out of his way.
"Did that make you feel better?" He grins, a rosy pink adorning his cheeks, content with your nod.
cw: cheating/infidelity, fingering, unprotected sex, sae is mean, you will feel bad for rin but horny for sae
synopsis: you finally meet your future brother-in-law, and he is more than pleased to see you
wc: 2.04k
A/N: i wrote this right before my physio midterm hopefully there’s no typos oops
“sae that’s amazing!” his mother exclaimed in response to his news of him moving back to japan. a family dinner was called with some promise of a big announcement and this must have been it. you guessed sae wanted to tell his family before the media announced his relocation.
“what happened to mr. ‘I’m too good for japan,’” rin, your fiancee, sneered albeit jokingly. although you weren’t technically part of the family (yet), the itoshis insisted on having you over. this was the first time you’ve seen sae though. he was always abroad.
“well someone’s gotta humble you here,” sae rolled his eyes, reflecting the same energy back to his brother. you could see the resemblance. teal eyes, fair skin. all similar right down to their serious, deadpanned demeanor. the biggest difference was his hair, a light maroon color, swept up to reveal his forehead. you wondered if rin would ever style his similarly if you asked him…shit. he caught you looking for a little too long.
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ft. best friend’s brother!sae x f!reader, 18+ minors dni
cw: fingering, sexual activity in the same room/couch as someone else, slight dubious consent, orgasm denial
synopsis: how hard could it be to try to hide your most guarded secret from your best friend when the source of it lives with him?
wc: 1.3k (shorter one this time hehe)
A/N: ty for everyone that voted in the poll, it was hella close til the end lol
“i thought you weren’t a movie guy?” rin cocks an eyebrow as his brother weasels himself onto the couch that could barely contain 3 people. there was another one to the side of the room but for some reason sae opted for the empty spot next to you.
“got nothing better to do tonight” he shrugs, and the warmth of his body pressed up against yours is brought to the forefront of your mind.
movie nights were a weekly tradition between you and your best friend rin, almost as longstanding as your friendship tracing back to your highschool years. as college students now, it was an anticipated study break from the never-ending midterms.
his older brother sae worked in a nearby city, meaning that rin lived with him rent-free in his way-too-big apartment complete with a 70-inch 4k TV. with how often you were over, you were practically a third tenant. half of the reason was to spend time with rin, and the other half was one of the only secrets you kept from him.
A/N; I had this idea while doing laundry NDJSJSKAKA. And I might do a version with an inexperienced smoker, like Rin teaches her everything abt it yk.
-Fem! Reader. Reader is described as sarcastic, and experienced with smoking. Aged up Rin ofc.
CW: Rin becomes a lil possessive/obsessive over reader. Making out, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, wall sex.
Word count: 1.2k
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Stoner! Rin Whose attention is immediately caught by you when Bachira brings you into their hangout place. Your pretty little face occupying his mind 24/7, even if he finds your sarcastic nature annoying.
Stoner! Rin Who asks Bachira about you, as he’s too stubborn to talk to you directly.
Stoner! Rin Who is cold and distant towards you, until you make the first move. Slowly finding himself to like you more and more.
Stoner! Rin Who wants to ignore his interest in you, but can’t when you sit down next to him asking to try his bong. Your pretty eyes looking at him with such curiosity, eyes he can’t resist. Eyes he wants to make roll back in pleasure.
Stoner! Rin Who didn’t think you looked like the smoking type, but is proven wrong by your experience and curiosity.
Stoner! Rin Who’s upset when he watches you and Bachira get high together.
Stoner! Rin Who feels… jealous that you’re getting high with Bachira and not him.
Stoner! Rin Who sends glares your direction hoping you notice him. And you do, but you don’t talk to him as you’re too involved in your moment with Bachira.
Stoner! Rin Who lets out a sigh of jealousy- and happiness when you sit down next to him on the couch, leaving Bachira for him. Lazily handing him the pipe you just got down smoking out of.
Stoner! Rin Who almost smiles when you talk to him. Here Rin Rin. You sluggishly say as your breath, which smells like weed, engulfs his senses. He isn’t even annoyed by you calling him that nickname- because your presence is more than enough to make him forget about it.
Stoner! Rin Who denies his crush on you, too stubborn to accept the fact he likes you. A sarcastic girl who doesn’t take anything seriously.
Stoner! Rin Who sees an opportunity to get closer to you. Bluntly saying you should get high with him instead of Bachira.
Stoner! Rin Who notices the small smirk on your face at his words. And a small smirk finds its way onto his lips as you accept his suggestion.
Stoner! Rin Who starts to use your cute little tummy as a rolling tray as you guys get closer and you start to get high with him instead of Bachira.
Stoner! Rin Who starts to feel possessive over you, his crush becoming a little bit obsessive. He still respects your freedom, but feels insane jealousy when you’re with Bachira and not him.
Stoner! Rin Who’s jealousy becomes too much when he sees you with a new guy at the hangout place. He watches you as you teach the guy what he needs to know, and feels envious that you're touching the boy's hands, arms, even his neck and not him.
Stoner! Rin Who pulls you away from the boy, into an empty area, pinning you against the wall. Telling you that he hates seeing you with another man. He confesses in this moment, telling you that his eyes have been set on you the first day you came, and he can’t let you slip away any further
Stoner! Rin Who kisses you the second you tell him you feel the same, and that you’ve liked him for a while as well.
Stoner! Rin Who’s kiss tastes like the faint taste of weed. The kiss escalates quickly and turns into a quick makeout session.
Stoner! Rin Who’s hands dip between your two bodies and go up your shirt, discarding your shirt and bra. Rolling your hardened nipples between delicate fingers, causing you to whimper into the kiss you two
are sharing.
Stoner! Rin Who’s cock hardens in his pants at your whimpers. Precum leaking in his boxers as his cock strains against the confinements of his pants.
Stoner! Rin Who gets on his knees, slowly pulling off your pants and admiring your cute little lace panties that are drenched in the arousal from your pretty cunt.
Stoner! Rin Who licks your sweet pussy through your panties and chuckles when you let out a whine saying Rinnie don’t be a tease.
Stoner! Rin Who slips off your panties and is mesmerized by your glistening folds. Wanting nothing more than to destroy you, to have your legs shaking and thighs crushing his head as you moan desperate cries of his name.
Stoner! Rin Who starts to kitten lick your clit as his long fingers tease your tight hole. He enjoys seeing you like this, a mess at his hands. You’re quiet mewls make him groan, he’s obsessed with you.
Stoner! Rin Who after teasing you for a while finally gives you what you want, thrusting two fingers inside your wet pussy at once as he sucks on your bud.
Stoner! Rin Who smirks against your wet cunt as he feels you tighten around his fingers. He thrusts them inside you faster, sucking harder on your clit to bring you to your high.
Stoner! Rin Who feels like he’s in heaven when he tastes your cum on his tongue. His cock is the hardest it’s ever been, and he feels like he might cum in his pants as he laps up your juices. It’s like he's been starved and dehydrated for days, he’s so desperate to taste every single drop he can get out of you.
Stoner! Rin Who gets off his knees and takes out his cock, pumping it a few times as he spreads the precum all over.
Stoner! Rin Who tells you to turn around. He can’t wait a second longer, his dick needs to be inside your warm walls, or else he might go crazy.
Stoner! Rin Who wants to tease you, but he’s too needy himself. He can’t wait. He thrusts all of him inside you in one go, not too concerned as he knows you’re dripping wet, and can take him. But whispers in your ear anyways, you good?
Stoner! Rin Who smirks when you nod your head at his question, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. His hands grab the fat flesh of your hips and he starts to thrust into you, pulling your ass back to meet his thrusts.
Stoner! Rin Who’s mind spins as he feels your warm walls engulf his cock. The sound of your ass clapping against him just adds to the pleasure he feels. He’s been dreaming of this moment ever since he first met you, and now that it’s here he feels like he’s gonna cum instantly.
Stoner! Rin Who picks up the pace as he feels his dick twitch inside you and balls tighten. One if his hands leave your hip and slip under your torso down to your sensitive clit. Thumb flicking it in circles.
Stoner! Rin Who lets out a groan as he feels you tighten around him. His thumb moves faster on your clit and his mind goes blank as he feels you tighten around him like you never want him to pull out.
Stoner! Rin who pulls out and cums all over your fat ass cheeks. The sight before him, it’s addictive. He wants to paint your whole body with his cum.
Stoner! Rin Who kisses your neck and cheek gently, picking you up and holding you in his arms. Whispering against your neck, so good f’me.
YOU TOOK ME OUT! Have a baby that looks like Rin! Sae would be in denial because he will think it’s the genetics.
˚ ༘✶stop already, this is actually my baby!|| Rin Itoshi⋆｡˚ ⁀➷
content : established relationship with Sae Itoshi, aged up!Rin Itoshi, cheating!, breeding, pregnancy, pregnancy kink, jealousy, kissing, lactation kink, recording, body worship, implied overstimulation, cockwarming, babytrapping if you squint & not proofread
→ part II of Rin breeding Sae’s girl
˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ mdni!!
Oh yeah,, imagine Rin Itoshi successfully having bred Sae‘s girlfriend after a few sessions. It was lots of secret meetings, sneaking around and especially lots of cum, but the younger Itoshi really managed to get his older brothers girlfriend pregnant at the end.
Sae, thinking it was his child, was okay with the sudden pregnancy. Meanwhile his younger brother was secretly overjoyed, showing how happy he was for you to become a mom and Sae to become a „dad“ although Rin rightfully is the father of your baby.
And even during your pregnancy, Rin rocks you up and down his cock when you’re needy but your fiancé is away. Rin takes such good care of you and your baby, well he’s your baby daddy, but he takes this responsibility very serious. Even saying this is his and your baby only and not Sae‘s. Through your whole pregnancy Rin made sure you’re always filled nice and full of his cum, making sure you’re not only well bred before you swell round with his child, but also while you’re carrying his baby in your belly. The whole period with the baby inside you, he watched how your breast grew. And even then, the pro player takes the best care of you as well, not only drowning you in his cum but also tending to your breasts when they begin to ache too bad and helping you pump. Perhaps even suckling on them before the child arrives. It always gets very risky when Sae FaceTimes you after Rin just stuffed you with a big load, shirt messily thrown over your shoulders as you pick up to greet your soon to be husband. And he feels very pleased with the knowledge that his little brother helps you while Sae is away when he recognizes Rin‘s voice in the background. There is no way your fiancé ever will find out that Rin just hopped out of the shower because he had to wash the cum stained sheets and himself off of his cum that sticked to his thighs and abs. The younger Itoshi just can’t help it, you look so fucking sexy with swollen, heavy tits and belly round with a baby that resembles him and not Sae. Fuck, Rin can’t wait to nurse from you when you end the call, chugging the milk down while gliding his hand softly over your baby bump that formed over the months, even telling his baby how good your milk tastes.
So when the time arrived and you gave birth, everyone was perplexed about the baby having Rin‘s hair and eyes. No one ever would expect you to have cheated on Sae. So they just laughed it off and blame the genetics, after all the brothers look so similar to each other, only the hair makes a change. Sae still is often away, not as often anymore since he’s a „dad“ now, but still quite often he leaves to Spain for football. In those times Rin spends a lot of Papa-Baby time with his actual child and you. Enjoying it a little too much and just wishing you‘d be his instead of Sae‘s.
It makes his blood boil that everyone says your newborn is Sae’s baby although Rin is it’s real father. He just gotta show his stupid older brother the amount of babies he can put inside you without him knowing. Even if it would happen that it comes out it’s Rin‘s child and Sae denies it, Rin has so many videos of fucking you while caressing your belly it’s insane; probably half of his gallery filled with either your cunt drooling his cum, milk slathered tits or Rin kissing and worshipping the part where his baby is in.
God, the urge to fuck you full of his kids overwhelms Rin so often. He promises himself that the obsession with breeding Sae‘s girl will never end, not using protection ever when he fucks you in mating press until he’s sure it really takes. Rin is scared that this little game between the two of you will end when you and Sae finally get married. So Rin always makes sure to cum deep inside you multiple times before plugging you with his fingers or cock. The anxiety even reaches the level that he needs to start all over as soon as a droplet of his seed goes to waste. The striker won’t stop dumping his cum inside you, Sae‘s girlfriend, until you finally realize you don’t belong with Sae.
꩜ ── a/n : first time writing for kaiser and shidou, pls don't attack me /j. not that sure abt this tbh, but do lmk if yall want pt.2? have fun reading!
your lover is just a simple man who found happiness in painting your skin with the colour of maroon, lips gently kissing your soft skin, a silent promise of his love for you. as much as you love him, you're dying to see his reaction upon seeing hickey on your skin that isn't from him.
𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑
"darling ~ " he whined for you the moment he stepped into the house, dying to be hold tight in your arms and basking in your warmth. he has just gotten home from his practice, worn out and only seeking for your pampering.
"in the bedroom!" you called out, letting him knows your whereabout at the moment. seconds after your announcement, kaiser kick the door of your shared room open, inviting himself inside. he discarded his shirt, throwing it onto the ground as he launch himself on top of you, lying flat on your back.
"oh, i've missed you, my love!" "ack! michael, get off of me!" "can't! i need your love." he slides his arm under your torso, snuggling closer to you despite his weight pinning you down to the bed. "babe oh my god, are you trying to kill me?" you whined, wiggling around to shake him off of you. "stay still, let me cuddle you ~" kaiser then rolled to his side of the bed, him lying on his back with you on top of him, making you straddling his torso. he eyes you up and down teasingly, a menacing grin stretched wider across his face. however his grin dropped into a frown, dramatic gasp left his mouth as his eyes spotted the shade of purple and red marking on the side of your neck.
"what is this? hm?" kaiser questioned, his hand makes it way toward your throat, thumb pressing against the marks. you bit your lower lips, holding yourself back from laughing at him. before you could say anything, kaiser lets out a scoff at you, mocking you.
"whoever make this is such a loser. how could they leave such ugly hickies on a gorgeous lady like you?" kaiser sassed, finger pinching the fake marks on your skin. you gasped at him, hand slapping his chest. "ow! what was that for?" "are you saying my makeup skill is shit?" kaiser grins widely at you, wrapping his arms around you before tossing you to the side, crawling on top of you once again.
"how is that even close the to hickey made by your one and only michael kaiser, hm? you can never copy the original, darling." you rolled your eyes at his remarks, playfully pushing his face away as he let out a series of chuckle at you, truly entertained from him teasing you. he leans his face closer to yours, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"well then, how about a special signature from yours truly? your neck needs better looking signature."
"how about i punch you in the face, pretty boy?"
"oh my, my lover is a sadist- ow! that hurts!"
"serves you right, baby."
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈
beep beep!
the sound of shidou's car honk caught your attention, causing you to gets off the couch and exchange hugs with your best friend along with "bye!". you had a nice time with your best friend, sleepover at their house, only the two of you were indeed a good way to wind down from the pent up stress building up from job pressure.
shidou leans against his car, arms crossed as smug smirk plastered on his face, eyes looking at you up and down. he let out a whistle at the sight of you, wiggling his eyebrows at you teasingly. you playfully rolled your eyes at his antics. shidou approached you, engulfing you into a hug, sneaking a squeeze to your bum before he quickly moves away from your figure, taking your stuff with him. he keeps your stuff in the car's boot before he rush toward you, guiding you inside his car, to your significant seat which is beside him. "have a seat, princess." he smirked at you right after, closing the door for you as you settled in. he settled to his side as well before he drives away from your best friend's house compound.
"did you enjoy your sleep over?" shidou asked, glancing at you briefly before focusing back to the road. his free hand find its home on your thigh, caressing and kneading your soft thigh. "mm, i had too much fun!" "is that so? did you not miss me? your prince charming?" you playfully lets out gagging sound, teasing your boyfriend to which he only replied with pinching the fats of your thigh. "ow!" "oops, my bad princess." shidou laughs at you, caressing the spot he pinched earlier.
the ride went silent for a bit, shidou humming along the song playing in the background while he drives around. he may be driving and acquired top tiered attention for the road but he can't take his eyes off of you. maybe he just miss you a lot, spending a night alone in the bed is not fun for him when his beloved girlfriend isn't around. or perhaps, his eagle like eyes caught a glimpse of something that boost his curiousity. he keeps on glancing at you, or more like, the maroon spots tainting your neck. had enough of it, he stopped his car to the side of the road, attention immediately on you.
"alright princess. let me have a look at your neck." shidou said, removing his car seat belt. you twist your body to face him, showing him what he demanded for. his hand immediately make its way to your throat, fingers tracing the marks before he moves his hand higher, cupping your chin, moving your face to the side to inspect on your skin. "what's wrong?" "i guess your best friend is asking for a fight with me." you gulped nervously at hid words. knowing shidou, he definitely will resort to violence if he feels like it. "nonsense! why would they want that?" he looks at you, eyes gazing yours deeply. "they touch something that belongs to me without permission, princess. that's why."
shidou let go of your face, before preparing to drive. from the way he is acting, it is obvious that this man is driving back to your best friend's house, definitely is serious on his words about fighting them. "babe, wait, look!" shidou looks at you, eyeing you as you wipes the marks on your skin with the wet wipes, smudging the marks in the process, fading its vivid colours. shidou lets out a big fat groan, back hitting the seat as he leans back, an arm resting on top of his eyes.
"oh god you drive me insane, baby. i almost commit a crime." shidou runs his arm down his face, letting it rest on his lap. he looks at you, scrunching his nose at you. "sorry, i was only teasing you babe." "yea right. if someone were to touch you, i'd make sure- " "i know, i know. don't worry, i'm all yours babe." shidou grinned at you, hand reaching for your head before ruffling your hair.
"that's my girl. but, i'm gonna get back at you for teasing my heart, princess."
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
sae has his back leaning against the bedpost, sitting up in the bed. his tablet settled in his hands as he studied the videos of him playing on the field 4 days ago. he internally cringed over the little mistake he spotted over the screen, mentally taking notes on making sure to improve his flaws. sae's ears perked up at the sound of door opening and closing along with the familiar sound of your footsteps.
"babe?" "in the room." he replied, shutting off the device he had in hands earlier, setting it aside. sae open his arms, inviting you the moment you poke your head through the door, peeking at your boyfriend. smiling, you throw yourself into his arms, drawing out a low "oof!" from him in the process. you snuggled closer to him, enjoying his warmth as he pulled you into his laps, making you stradle him. he loves it when you would sit on his lap, the soft flesh of your plump ass pinning his lap down.
"quite needy today, hm?" sae questioned, fingers moving away the stray strands of your hair from your face. his hand cup your cheek, squishing your face gently, enjoying how your lips forced into a pout from his action. he leans down, pressing soft kiss to your pouting lips, smirking slightly as he pulls away.
"do you like my new necklace?" you chirped at him, finally bringing the new accessory into the light. sae eyes the thin yet beautiful material hugging your neck, enhancing your beauty tenfolds. "mm, looks good on my baby." sae agreed, liking how it suits you so much.
sae has a habit of kissing your neck as a silent compliment. he leans down, angling his face near your neck but halted the moment his eyes caught sight of something. the sinful shade of red and purple proudly making itself visible to sae's eyes. sae then pulls away, eyes glaring at you while you're trying your best to act as blank as you can.
"i don't remember giving you that." "giving me wh- " "that's too light. i always make sure mine is dark and last longer." you felt your face grew warm at his word, immediately landing a smack on his toned chest. "don't word it that way!" "what? i'm telling the truth."
sae only rolled his eyes at you, pushing you away from him. "wash it off, i'll give some real ones." your face get even warmer than before. "babe!" "don't babe me, baby. i knew it's makeup, i've seen this prank before." you jutted out your lower lips at him. "awh, you're no fun." you scoffed at him.
"i'll give you something fun to do if you wash them off."
"sae, stop!"
"i was talking about watching movie. what were you thinking, perv?"
he is not letting you off the hook by the way. sae teases you the whole day, keep on mentioning your failed attempt of pranking him.
I love shit talking people with my girl 24/7. we’re like the biggest haters out there and gossiping is our routine while spending quality time together. She could do my nails, cuddle me or hold my hand while walking in the city and we would start exchanging the most recent tea we got to know. At some point I even stopped giving fucks about the news, I love seeing her smile and laugh her ass off while she is reading out the screenshots she just received.
„Nah cause wtf, look what my ex just posted. Can’t believe I got cheated on by this ugly thing“ my girlfriend would say, giggling at the instagram story on her phone while she laid on my chest. So waking up from a nap with a phone full of multiple notification with images and the „💀😭⁉️“ emojis is a common thing in our relationship.
To support my girlfriend, I even started building up connections for her, always trying to find out what’s going on in the area to see her giggle and bury her face in my chest to calm down. I wholeheartedly believe we‘re known as the shit talker couple, so cruel yet so in love. I might as well just start hating on the person my love hates to creat a 3am gossip session.
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the first time you meet itoshi sae, you're fifteen and he's sixteen and you're almost certain no one in his life has ever told him to shut up. you can't stand him, he's rude and all too full of himself, and he rebuffs all your attempts at being friends. you take it as your hint to not be involved with him at all.
which would've worked if you weren't classmates and neighbors. sometimes you end up at his house more often than you'd like —courtesy of your mothers being old college roommates— and you try offering your fair shares of polite greetings of “oh, hello” and good morning or good night texts.
he either leaves you on delivered —seen 6hrs ago if you're lucky— or he prefers to stare at you like you've said the dumbest thing known to man, a curt nod is his way of acknowledging your presence but not bothering to reply back.
it's a sappy cliché. parents beings friends so naturally you and sae must spend a lot of time together except it's anything but that and you're sure he hates you. you're not a big fan of his casual glares either. you come to accept that the two of you are nothing but strangers with threads of chance meetings tangled unfavorably in your lives.
sae sits three desks away from you in the next row and yet he feels a world away from your reach. sometimes your eyes meet in the hallway and you've long since given up on smiling or waving, so that's where it ends.
you eventually become friends with rin, he's a year younger but much more tolerable than his older brother. sure, he's stoic and awkward but at least he doesn't look like he wants to kill you every second. rin walks you home every day, because you're friends. sae tags along, because his mother insists on being nice to you.
six months pass in the blink of an eye, the chilly wisps of winter beginning to gnaw away at your skin. you're sixteen now, and your relationship with sae is as rocky as always. rin's not walking with you today, so it's just you and him. there's not much talking between you and sae. you don't acknowledge his presence, maybe he prefers it that way. you call a friend instead— because as sae has come to notice, you're not a fan of long (awkward) silences— chatting away about adjusting to a new life and a seatmate that's been bothering you who just won't take the hint.
sae scoffs, and you pause.
it's been a long, tiring day and the absolute look of disdain on his face hits the last nerve, “is there a problem?”
“no,” he says flatly.
sae walks ahead without so much as sparing you a glance. he's about ten paces ahead when he turns back, “you coming or what?”
“i'm sorry if me talking is such a bother. but i'm not talking to you. why're you even here? you and i both know you'd rather be anywhere else. i know you hate me and all, but you don't have to act like you're doing me a favor. because you're not.” you spit, it's harsh and biting like the cold gusts of wind caressing your hair. heat begins to settle in your cheeks— in anger or in response to the cold against your skin, sae isn't sure.
silence creeps up in the heavy atmosphere, you think he'll disregard you as always. then, “is he bothering you too much? what, does he stalk you or something?” straightforward as always, you're not sure if sae's mocking you or feigning concern.
“why do you care? because your mom asked you to?” you cross your arms.
sae clicks his tongue, “that's not what i asked.”
he knows you're stubborn. he knows you don't have the kind of relationship with each other where you come to talk about your problems and offer solutions, so he's not surprised when you brush him off, “it's none of your business.”
you walk past him, the distance between you two feeling larger and heavier than ever. “i don't hate you.” but not enough that you don't hear him.
the next day your seatmate is bowing his head in hastened apologies and stumbling over his own words, frantically avoiding your gaze, “i'm sorry, y/n! i swear i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! i didn't stalk you or anything, i should've taken the hint! please forgive me, I'm sorry!”
you're taken aback by his trembling hands and staggered voice, the sudden modesty of apologizing.
sae doesn't walk with you that day. rin does and you ask him if he said something to your seatmate. “what seatmate?” he'd replied. you remember you didn't tell him anything about anyone bothering you.
you didn't tell anyone besides your friend who lives all the way back in Hokkaido—
— and sae.
ii. ( like the first spark of festival firecrackers. )
the festival spirit is exuberant per usual. the night-time adorned with food stalls coupled with fumes of spices and sizzling meet, children running through tents, and the blossoms of juvenile love confessions filling the air with the laughter and cheering of people attempting at festival games— it's enchanting, catching you in a trance.
you'd somehow convinced sae to join you, “we'll just go and watch the fireworks show. you'll have fun, i can guarantee that much.”
sae turns seventeen before you, his life falling into a rhythm of soccer practice (as much as he can), classes (mandatory, unfortunately), back home and exercise (lots of it), then watching the clips of the matches of every opposing team (he loses track of time).
the stone of walking home with you everyday is thrown somewhere in there, with the ripples in its wake stretching comfortably in his life. it's no longer at the instance of his mother. out of habit or choice, you wait for him everyday until his practice is over and sae doesn't mind it too much. he never really did, it might just be something he looks forward to. (you don't need to know that.) he'll say a lot has changed— he's not sure if you can be called a friend but somewhere along the way, awkward silences turned into comfortable breaths of matching paces as you walk, eyes meeting by chance outside of class and sae doesn't mind being the one to wave first, he turns on his notifications just so he can reply to you in time albeit dryly, you've learned to not take it personally.
it did take efforts from both of you— sae being just a little more careful with his words around you, a little more patient. his responses are quick and sharp as ever, but not dismissive anymore. when you talk to him, it doesn't feel like a one-way conversation. he's figured he likes listening to you talk more than initiating any conversation. and you've learned that while sae will rarely be the one to break the silence, he most definitely hates it as much as you do.
one step at a time— matching paces to walk together, waiting for the other one to catch up, that's how you and sae work.
so when he'd initially refused to your suggestion, he's quickly learned that you're a lot more persistent and criminally good at convincing him than he'd like. this is how he now finds himself with you, laid out on a hill in the north of tokyo prefecture, empty boxes of food lying beside and the wistful blues of post-sunset before the two of you.
“see, sometimes its not bad to enjoy the good things in life, itoshi.” you hum, lightly pulling at the grass beneath you.
“i do enjoy the good things in life. soccer is good.”
“yeah, yeah. but taking a break like this is pretty fun, isn't it? don't be shy, admit it already.” you joke, and sae doesn't reply. when you turn to look at him, he's already staring at you.
“what is it?” you ask, reeling back a little. it's a little unnerving, being the centre of sae's attention. it makes you feel small— for reasons you can't name. but it also makes you feel a little special, that's just one of the many things about sae you dont think you'll ever understand.
he draws just a little closer, the air shifting with him, “you still call me itoshi.”
“what?”
sae doesn't inch back, if anything, he's looking at you like he can't tear his eyes away, “nothing. you just don't call rin by our last name."
oh. that.
“uhm, so do you want me to?” you ask, a little hesitantly.
“i don't mind if you call me by my first name, y/n.” there's a certain lilt to the way he says your name, as if he's emphasizing on first name basis. he's always used your first name, and you've always noticed it sounds different wiith him.
he says it like it always rests there at the tip of his tongue, like an unspoken word finally leaving his lips. he says it like it's the answer to everything, like it's so natural that it's you— there's yes and there's no, and then there's your name.
you feel the heaviness of his gaze as if in anticipation, waiting to hear you say it. so after a moment of reticence, “okay, sae, first name basis it is.”
if you didn't know better, you'd say he looks... satisfied. something wavers in his eyes and he looks away, you find yourself missing the way his gaze lingers on yours.
later that night you'd lay in your bed, events of earlier playing in your mind in a loop.
sae.
his name rolls off your tongue as you bring a finger to trace your lips. you repeat it to yourself over and over and over again until it leaves a sweet, luscious aftertaste. it simmers in your voice and sounds like a lullaby. a melody of his name sung like secret whispers, one that calms you and eventually puts you to sleep. you think you like how it sounds, much like how your own does in his voice.
iii. ( like a lovedrunk gaze finding yours at 2 am. )
the idea is laughable. downright idiotic. fifteen year old you would've bet a snowball's chance in hell that you and sae could ever be roommates. plenty of reasons for this to be impossible. one, for example— sae and you attend different universities. two— sure, you've gotten closer as friends but sae isn't exactly roommate material. well, he did mention he'd never even shared a room with rin so you can guess he's never had much experience either.
you'd suggested it as a joke, thrown it among the laughs and snarky comments in the games of uno you'd been winning for the past hour, “if i let you win the next match, will you let me move in with you?”
he'd scoffed at you, throwing a draw 4 card with a smirk because you're down to one card, “you lose.”
“you can't end the game with a wild card, smartass."
“sure can. players make the rules, and i just won." he says flatly.
“that is not what we agreed—”
“i win.”
“you're just making that up, sae, take it back this is gonna be my tenth win.”
“but i don't have any other card, what did you say about moving in?”
you pause at that, you didn't think he'd pay attention, “i was joking, you know I'm looking for a place near college.” you say as you pick up the deck of cards, shuffling them again to deal because arguing with sae is like arguing with a wall that sends death glares your way, you don't entertain that idea very much.
sae ponders your words, wonders if you mean it or not. he briefly imagines it, being roommates with you. then the words leave his mouth before he can think about it, “it's not a bad idea.”
you halt in your movements, letting silence take form. he almost regrets saying anything because what if you were just joking? what if you'd wanted him to brush it off as a joke too? did he overstep?— until he sees you gaping at him like an idiot. then he relaxes, and you think you hear him snicker, prompting you to come back to your senses. had you heard him right?
“it's not?”
sae shrugs, a little more confident in his words this time, “it's not. you know my place is near your college. you're tolerable, i don't mind having a roommate if it's you.”
he doesn't mind having a roommate if it's you. he doesn't mind spending a significant amount of his time in the same house, under the same roof with someone even though it goes exactly against the very reason he got a place for himself— if, and only if, that someone is you.
you'd be lying if you said that didn't just boost your ego and swelled your heart a little.
you try to bite back a smile, but fail anyway, “you're serious? when'd you get so generous?”
he doesn't say anything, offers you his signature scoff instead. well, if he knew what to say, he probably would. sae doesn't know why he suggested it. he's sure he would've said no before anyone else could throw the question. but then again— you're giggling and making fun of him and doing a little victory dance in your spot every time you win. it's 2 am, he remembers. and he's sitting in the living room of his apartment playing uno with you when he's not even sure he understood the rules.
he doesn't mind this too much. he thinks he can handle losing every match every night— if it's with you.
“you don't expect me to clean and cook for you right?” you joke, and sae takes a look at his card, and you catch the way his eyes flash with disappointment —he knows he's gonna lose this time for sure— “again, not a bad idea.”
“i mean if you pay me enough, i might—”
“that's not how that works.” he sets down a blue 5.
“that's exactly how it works.”
“i'm not the one looking for a place to live.” he says dryly, but you hear the amusement in his voice.
“hey sae,” your voice is close to a whisper, and sae hums. he waits for you to put down your card, or say something witty like you usually would. when you don't, he looks up at you, a pretty smile on your lips, “thank you, really.” you say before putting down a blue draw 2 card, but suddenly sae can't really focus on the game.
iv. ( like a breath of relief at the sight of home. )
“sae, what the fuck?” you groan, rubbing your temples to ease the damn headache you woke up with.
“i thought i told you—” he begins, stirring something in the pan before grabbing a bowl, “—to stay in your room. everything's fine here.” he says, but nothing is fine, actually.
to put it simply— it's a fucking disaster.
you're not surprised, truly you're not. sae in the kitchen is always a disaster waiting to happen in the name of accidents and “i was just trying to warm the leftovers.” the sink is filled piles upon piles of dishes and something is burning in the pan to which sae isn't really paying attention to.
“have breakfast if you're here, you look like shit.” he says casually, as if there's not smoke slowly filling the air.
“i feel like shit too, but what are you trying to do?”
“making breakfast, obviously. well, yours is ready, you can take the scrambled eggs over there.” he beckons to the plate set on the table, and it's the only thing anywhere close to normal and edible.
“but it's my turn, you're on dishwasher duty.”
sae spares you glance— more like he shoots you a look of are you stupid? and did you seriously just say that, then clicks his tongue as he goes back to making whatever it is you don't dare question.
“didn't you have a headache?” he says at last.
“that was last night sae, i mean it still hurts like a bitch but not as bad as before. and anyway you didn't know that, so why?”
“because i wanted to. now pipe down, you talk too much.” he brushes off your words.
and you realise he's not gonna say it out loud. he's not gonna actually verbalise it like “you had a headache last night and i was worried you'd still be feeling like crap so i just thought I'd make you breakfast— even though i might burn down the kitchen in the process”, he'll instead say, “well? I'm not gonna hand feed you.”
and thats okay, you've long since learned to read between the lines and connect the slip-ups of his words. sae isn't one to swallow his own words, he says it like it is, for what it means. but there are times some meanings lie in his actions, not his unspoken words.
so you say nothing more, having heard him loud and clear. you sit down, eyeing your breakfast carefully. then, very calmly, “sae, this has eggshells in it.”
his head whips faster than an owl turning to you, “the fuck? shit—”, he takes the plate from your hands, “wait just a minute, this'll be done in seconds.” he beckons to the fried rice in the pan, the one you're sure was burning minutes ago.
“that's your breakfast sae—”
“’m fine, I'll have cereals.”
“you... hate cereals though?”
“do me a favor and shut up.”
you laugh at that, a sweet and warm laugh, “seriously, what are you doing sae? the kitchen's a disaster and I'm sure whatever you're making is not edible. you don't have to do this, i can have cereal too.”
he pauses at that, turns to you instead. he finds you smiling at him, and his shoulders relax ever so slightly. “you stayed up late last night with all those damn projects, i just thought breakfast would be nice.”
“thank you, that's really sweet of you. but you know what would be really nice? we have cereals, then we watch reruns of friends, and after that we can just laze around the whole day, get nothing done. you and me, it's the weekend.”
sae looks at you— really looks at you. the worry lines blurred on your forehead, the spilled darkening highlighting below your eyes, the tired haze in your voice, the warm but exhausted smile you wear.
he thinks you're beautiful, with your morning hair and still a bit of sleep in your eyes— you're beautiful and he cant find it in him to look away.
“okay,” he breathes— a sigh of relief and warmth and gratitude.
“okay,” you repeat.
v. ( like the union of heavens and the earth. )
❝ you don't know what you do to me.❞
sae's not sure how he ended up like this.
the first semester of second year in university has started, the wind carries the smell of wet earth after the first showers of spring, a touch of the scent of lemongrass lingers in the air— and you're stumbling on your feet with your already slurred words and bubbling laughter sputtering through the air.
he's amused really, because you're sober enough to at least remember who he is but tipsy enough to push forward with your insistence on reminding him how pretty he looks.
“saeee, i missed youuuu,” you whine, head falling back against his arm as it goes around to rest on your shoulder.
“you saw me 4 hours ago, and we live together.” he says, watching the way you frown at his words.
“but i still missed you, you should've been with me.” you purse your lips, the way you do when you try to hide your smiles.
“yeah, i think i should've, you're a mess.”
“and you're so pretty,” you slur, bringing your fingers to brush over the smooth skin of his cheeks, “your eyelashes are prettier than mine.”
sae holds you by your arm, a firm and protective grip. he walks patiently, making sure you don't trip on air, “is that so?” he chuckles, betting on the possibility that you'll likely not remember this.
“were you always this pretty, sae or am i too drunk?” you giggle, stumbling forward into his arms.
sae holds you still, “you're drunk, idiot.” they say people are honest when drunk, so surely you mean what you said? god, he's glad you can barely keep your eyes open because he can feel his ears burning.
“but you're pretty, so pretty, i could kiss you right now.”
sae thinks he feels the ground shift beneath his feet— or was it him that tripped a little? heat begins to settle in his cheeks, you've very successfully knocked the air out of his lungs with just a few words, “shut up, I'm taking you home.”
“why, you don't want to?” you tilt your head, cheeks round and wholesome and sweetly puffed.
fuck— a drunk you is very dangerous. sae makes a mental note of never underestimating your flirting skills when you're tipsy.
“you'll hate me for it later, just quiet down.”
“i won't. never, i promise.” the playful way you're grinning at him right now with warm hues favouring the color of your skin, sae frowns at that.
it's unfair, he thinks. you can't just get drunk and then call him pretty with amused eyes and playful grins, you can't just compliment him on his eyelashes and tell him how much you missed him. it's not fair you get to say you want to kiss him even though you might not remember it when he most definitely will think about it forever. he's not even sure if you mean it as a joke because he sure doesn't. and god it's really not fair how you're just standing there, breathing and smiling and holding onto him for support— and still look so goddamn beautiful. you're looking at him with glimmering eyes, waiting for him to take a step forward.
he wants to take a chance. he wants to run his fingers through your hair and guide your arms to loop around his shoulders. he wants to taste the alcohol faint on your lips and breathe your name like you belong to him.
he wants to kiss you. and to have you kiss him back.
he thinks maybe— just maybe, if he takes a step forward, you'll take one too.
so he does, “god, you don't know what you do to me.”
his lips crash with yours first, you'd hoped him to. it's warm and soft, slow and delicate, like only you know sae can be. it's long-awaited, you can feel the desperation building up under the hastened patterns sae's hands begin to trail down your arms, slithering round your waist as he pulls you close and closer. when you bring your hand to cradle the side of his jaw, sae melts into your touch. he feels his own heart ricochet like comets inside his ribcage— reducing all his thoughts to white noise. he pulls back once —to breathe, to accept, to admire— and then draws you back in. when your lips part for a final time and breaths tangle as one, you feel time freeze in that moment.
vi. ( like the first ray of sunshine through the window. )
“don't you fucking dare,” sae sneers, his hold on you tightening to keep you in place.
“sae come on, i have to make breakfast. do you want me to starve?” you protest, struggling to wrestle yourself out of his hold.
but sae's strong, and he's stubborn.
“breakfast can wait, i don't wanna get up yet.”
“how is it about you? i'm hungry sae.”
“and I'm tired, we don't even have breakfast this early on weekends. just lie back down, you know you want to.” sae tugs on your arm, and he's right— his arms held out look big and warm and welcoming.
“i really don't know what to do with you,” you let his arm snake around your waist once again, and pull you back under the sheets, “you're impossible.”
“and you can't resist me,” you think he looks pretty this way— the sunlight highlighting his smile as he pulls you closer, determined to not allow even an inch of space between you both.
“no, i can't resist running away from responsibilities.”
“i love you,” the words roll off his tongue before he can stop himself, it's not really intentional— it's just you and the scent of your shampoo and the flutter of your eyelashes against his cheeks, the curve of your lips on his and the warmth of your skin. it's certain and precise and so full of love— to sae, the idea of loving you comes as naturally as breathing. so it's natural the words are pulled from his throat like it's all just a part of him and spilled between morning mellows and fond chuckles.
“i love me too,” you joke, nuzzling closer into his chest.
“say it back—”
you shut him up with a kiss, “and i think i love you too.”
✩ — contents ⋮ barista! reader, fluff, very annoying yet very sweet boyfriend shidou agenda <3 he’s so romantic in the most vein popping way <3
shidou loves to bother you at work, it must be his favorite pastime, you think—except now it’s starting to get everyone else at work invested too.
“oh. my. gosh,” you coworker whispers, swatting your arm excitedly, “there’s a guy asking for you—says you made his drink last time.”
“i make a lot of guys drinks,” you shrug.
“yeah but not for guys this cute,” she huffs, “i’m jealous. this is your chance, so don’t ruin it! maybe he’s good in bed too,” she wriggles her brows at you, making you scowl as you roll your eyes.
and then you see it—that mop of blonde hair with those pink ends, and you sigh in exasperation as you walk up to the register.
of course, it’s him.
“hello sir, what can i get for you?” you say monotonously.
“hmm,” shidou grins, tapping his chin as if he’s deeply in thought, “i was just thinking i’d get a drink from a pretty little barista. maybe even a number.”
from the distance, you can see your coworkers stop whatever they’re doing to stare—it’s not like it’s every day that someone this attractive comes in to flirt with a fellow employee. you can just about make out the jealousy in some of their faces and amusement in the others. one thing they all have in common, however, is awe—which you’re not too shocked at, shidou’s admittedly a handsome guy….if you look past how obnoxious he can be, that is.
“what drink would you like?”
“any is fine with me as long as i can get your number as an add on,” he grins, and it’s a wicked grin, really. it’s wide and smug and almost makes him look psychotic. you purse your lips as you shake your head, and distantly, you can hear your earlier coworker groan at your lack of enthusiasm for what you’re sure she’ll later go on to describe as the luckiest experience you’ll ever get.
“that’s not an option we carry here,” you squint, “you must be getting our menu confused for another coffee shop. maybe you should look somewhere else.”
“i don’t know,” he smirks, “i don’t think i’d confuse a pretty face like yours so easily.”
if anyone were to tell you, they’d say shidou ryusei is insufferable. you come to learn this is very true with every possible encounter you have with him, including this one. but there’s something a bit endearing about him, something that’s…dare you say, adorable, despite the way his words are sometimes crass and far from proper. and if the way he’s so persistent for your attention is of any proof, you’d say he’s a pretty determined guy—but you like to see how long you can keep him on his toes.
“i’m sure you say that to all the pretty faces you come across,” you say sarcastically, eyeing him as his smile widens and his eyes glint with amusement.
“nope,” he pops the p as he speaks, “you’re the only one. why, you jealous?”
“you wish,” you snort. “and i can’t give you my number, actually,” you say—and this time, it’s you with a smug grin, catching the eyes of your coworkers as they tilt their heads in confusion, “i have a boyfriend. so i’m afraid it’s simply not possible.”
“oh?” shidou drawls with a raise of his brow, “i bet he’s a loser. bet i could take him in a fight easily. if i win against him, you gotta let me move in with you—how ‘bout that?”
“he is a bit of a loser,” you grin, and anyone could make out the fondness seeping into your voice as your eyes soften at the idea of whoever’s got your heart. “but he’s my loser, so i’m afraid the answers still no.”
“sounds like you love him,” he presses, eyeing you expectantly.
“i don’t know about that one,” you giggle, “he’s still got to prove himself a bit more.”
“that’s harsh,” he hums, “maybe if you gave me your number, i’d prove to be better.”
“sorry, no can do—”
“just give him your number, already!” your coworker cuts you off and huffs, stomping her way over to where you stand. shidou’s got a cheshire grin on his face, eyeing her with that same look of amusement that makes you pinch your nose as you sigh. “you and i both know good and well you don’t have a boyfriend so do yourself a favor and just—”
“and how can you be so sure there’s no boyfriend?” shidou raises his brow.
you try, you really do—but you can’t help but finally crack. it’s a small giggle at first, and then it’s a fit of laughter that makes his eyes soften and his lips quirk into a lopsided beam that’s nothing short of lovesick.
“if you do seem to think there’s a boyfriend in the equation, why pursue someone then?” you coworker raises a brow, arms crossed as she challenges him, “that makes you a jackass, don’t you think?”
“easy,” shidou cackles, leaning in and pressing one, two, three soft pecks to your lips, making everyone gasp as you roll your eyes affectionately, “i’m the boyfriend. sometimes i like to keep the romance alive and fight myself every once in a while.”
“wha—” she’s left speechless, staring at him as she tries to comprehend what he’s just said with her mouth hung. shidou only mocks her opened mouth, and you reach over and swat his shoulder, making him snicker.
“that’s enough, ryu,” you warn—though you don’t sound all that serious. “i’ll be off in ten. are you gonna order anything or just stand there?”
“aw, c’mon baby. ‘course i am,” he pulls out his card, handing it to you, “i’ll take your favorite. you keep it though,” he winks.
“god you’re so annoying,” you mumble, but still, you don’t pull away when he leans for another peck on the lips, even as your coworkers chant a chorus of get a room from the back.
“see you in ten, baby,” he calls over his shoulder, walking off to find himself a seat as he waits for you.
yeah, you think, your coworkers are really going to be invested in this one.
he’s like…so very sweet and in love but in a very annoying and odd way. like he’d vandalize a building to spray paint your initials together in a heart or something
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🍁 character & prompt: ITOSHI RIN // #31. "your hair is so messy." "oh please, it's because you can't stop touching it."
note: im doing great ai, thanks for asking and i hope you're doing good too! i hope u like this <333 have a nice day/night :) # drabble game prompts here
summary: who knew rin was such a heavy sleeper that he didn't realise how he was partially responsible for his unusually messy hair.
"what. you've been staring at me for so long. is there something on my face?"
you jumped once rin said that. you didn't think he'd notice— but you should've known better.
"it's... it's nothing."
"just tell me. what is it?" rin grumbled, running a hand over his face and through his hair consciously, voice hoarse because of the long nap he had just woke up from. currently, he sat near the kitchen counter while you prepared some tea, your eyes tearing up as you yawned. it was so warm outside that once you and rin got into bed after lunch, with your arms and legs spread across each other's, you guys immediately fell asleep.
or at least, he did. while you just stared at him and gave him gentle head pats until you fell asleep with your hand still buried in his hair. it was uncontrollable. he couldn't just sleep so peacefully, snoring quietly and unconsciously clutching onto your shirt without you running your fingers through his hair. and although he would be annoyed once he found out, you knew something that he didn't.
and that something was; your lovely, sleepy boyfriend had groaned in protest when you stopped messing with his hair, mumbling something muffled, along the lines of 'don't stop.' (actually, you heard it absolutely crystal clear.)
and who were you to not go on after that? ♡
you pursed your lips to refrain from smiling as you poured the tea into two cups. softly padding over to him, you sat on the stool right beside his. your tea was scorching hot. you set the cup down on the counter in front of you and tried your best to avoid eye contact.
a few minutes passed by while rin looked at you skeptically, his fingers still twisting and turning his hair as he tried to figure out what was wrong. it wasn't like he woke up and the first thing he did was stare at himself in the mirror.
it didn't take him long to realise it. but he kept quiet about it, trying to get it out of you.
"i look like an idiot right now, don't i?" he mumbled, carefully picking up the cup to take a sip, blowing on the hot liquid first.
you snorted.
"your hair is so messy." you tried to act as if you weren't the reason why— talking as if you just observed him. "you sleep like a bear."
he couldn't believe that you were trying to blame it on him. rin was not going to lose so easily.
"oh, please," rin huffed finally, glaring at you as he took another sip, the cup covering half of his face, leaving only those icy eyes to bore into yours. "it's because you can't stop touching it."
you stiffened, "what? no."
"such a liar. you know what you did, babe."
"i didn't do anything!"
he nodded. "mhm, i'll get you back one day."
you couldn't stop smiling now. if the secret was out (at least a part of it), then nothing mattered anymore. your hand slowly reached out to touch his hair, only to be smacked away quickly.
"baby, come on." you dragged out, shifting your stool closer to his, grabbing his arm. "i cant help it, your hair is just—"
"so you ruined it?"
"i did not ruin it. you look just as adorable as you were before you slept. maybe even more..."
"no hair touching privileges for a day."
"okay, now that is ridiculous."
"don't care. suffer."
"rin!"
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+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 7.1k | content: fluff, making out, college!au, mentions of insecurity, only very brief angst !!, alcohol, slight jealousy
notes: this was supposed to be lengthier and in smau format but i suck at that so here it is in fic format :’) i know i know, i write sae way too much </3
summary: you have a crush on sae. for a long time now. and he’s always known that. he just wants to see how long you can hold out.
HIGH SCHOOL: 2ND YEAR
itoshi sae knows you like him.
you’re really obvious it’s pathetic, really. once during recess, he’d wanted to go back to the classroom to get some shut eye because soccer was way too draining lately, and guess who he saw slipping a little love note into his locker?
of course you. you and your little pink heart-shaped post-it that read i think you’re cute and i really really like you. because it was valentines and you were one of the many to send him little scribbles of confessions.
even now, when you sit just a couple of rows in front of him, he catches you looking behind at him, and sae purposely doesn’t look at you, doesn’t let you know he knows you’re staring. he’s not really sure why. maybe he feels bad if he exposes you or something.
throughout the rest of your sophomore year in high school, he continues to observe as you so subtly (not really) try to be friends with him. you always try to get picked to be in the same group as him for projects (which never works out), you try to sit next to him in lecture halls (but his friends cockblock you always), and during phys ed classes you try so hard with soccer but you’re really quite bad at it.
maybe it’s sae not being able to continue observing your failures that he throws you a bone.
“you need to bend your knees a little more.”
frozen stiff from the unexpected company, you awkwardly try to bend your knees further, all while staring at the ground. if sae was nice, he’d laugh and joke around with you, asking why you seemed so scared of him. but he’s not, so he only sighs and stands beside you while you try.
after a few more seconds, sae understands you don’t really understand so he moves to push down on your thigh, and by then you really freeze up, falling flat on your ass in front of him.
sae wants to laugh now, really, because it’s amusing how nervous you are. for no good reason too.
the next time sae talks to you, it’s during lunch time when he queues up behind you. on purpose. he doesn’t even usually eat from this stall, but seeing you there makes him want to mess with you a little. he purposely stands a little too close, makes himself prone to an accidental bump.
which does happen. because you’re just like that.
“oh, sor—” you stop midway as if realising it’s sae immediately dissolves you of any obliged apologies. “sorry,” you force out before whipping your attention back in front. the both of you don’t talk in that moment and sae can’t help but feel a little disappointed.
but sae continues to help you during phys ed classes, and you still try to get assigned to be his group mate. nothing groundbreaking happens during sophomore year of high school because nothing is born out of it.
nothing, except maybe a tiny bit of sae’s inexplicable emotions for you.
HIGH SCHOOL: SENIOR YEAR
sae thinks maybe you went to a shrine over the holidays. how else would he explain you finally getting partnered with him on a project? and to top it off, it’s a two-person team for the entire year.
you get him all to yourself.
the moment the teacher calls your name after his, it’s like sae can practically see your tail wagging. you manage to compose yourself when you catch him staring at you though.
it’s a little cute, if he’s being honest.
“so, what do you think our project should be about?” your voice wavers a little when you speak to him. is he that intimidating?
sae wonders what if he tries to be a dick during this project. would you be obedient or would you actually bite back?
he tries to find out.
sae shrugs and acts disinterested, staring out the window of the second floor of the library where you’d both agreed to meet to work on it together. “don’t know, don’t care, think you could handle it for us? i’ve got too many soccer trainings, too tired.”
for a split second, you’re taken aback—he sees you sitting upright a little more, blinking twice at him because surely that’s not what you imagined your crush to behave like. not when he has straight As and is almost the top of your cohort.
and for a while, sae thinks you might actually be the former; obediently listening to him, making sure he’s happy. but then you furrow your brows and clench your fists and go “itoshi sae, who do you think you are” and oh, oh, you’re not the former, you’re the latter and you’d actually kill him if he was a dick. fuck.
somehow his hands instinctively come up in surrender and his mouth opens, “i was just kidding.”
it’s almost comical how your expression softens up immediately and you laugh, and sae keeps staring at you because you actually have a really nice smile. he never really noticed it before. and when the two of you actually get started on the project, sae finds himself observing you more than actually contributing.
yeah, you’re really quite pretty.
“any plans for the summer?”
it’s now almost july and summer break is around the corner, and to be honest sae’s kind of bummed about it. it’s beyond him why not seeing you would make him disappointed, but he’s not going to try and pursue the reason. he has his training camps to worry about.
“soccer. you?”
“mmm, a short trip with my parents.”
usually sae would leave it at that, but he asks about you, and he sees that tail wagging again. “where?”
“just gonna go to hokkaido,” you tell him. and you look like you’re anticipating him to ask more, but sae’s stuck. he doesn’t really know what to ask. he’s not exactly curious as to what you’d be doing there.
so you take matters into your own hand when you swiftly grab his phone from the table, key in your number and call yourself from his phone before putting it right back. sae watches you the whole time, wondering when exactly you’d gotten this bold.
“there, now you can’t escape me even over summer break.”
and he doesn’t. because you text him about your trip when you’re there, you send him pictures of the scenery and of the food you’re eating and you’re really inconsiderate because you send him that shit when he’s stuck in soccer bootcamp with twenty-four sweaty guys who’s none the better than him.
sae can end it by all means, just by not responding to you, but for the first time, talking to someone isn’t really a pain, and he thinks you’re kind of funny and the stickers you send are kind of cute so he’ll let this continue. even if by continue he means sending mediocre, lacklustre responses that just barely manages to keep the conversation going.
(in sae’s mind at eighteen, sending replies like okay and i see are considered acceptable and subjectively considered effort.)
when summer break finally ends and it’s early september, sae finally sees you again while he walks to school. he walks a little faster just to catch up to you before he adjusts his pace, acts like it’s coincidence that he’s right beside you.
and somehow he’s made it a routine; to memorise what bus you get off of and catch you on the way to school. even if he sees you in classes and even after classes in the library.
you’re acting a little less like he’s on a podium and more like normal friends and he kind of likes that. he likes being able to see you unfiltered when you gossip, likes seeing you laugh at stupid lame jokes, likes the way you hang close to him whenever you’re beside him.
okay maybe like is a little stretching it, he doesn’t mind being able to tolerate it. or maybe he’s just in denial, whatever.
winter comes and it’s somehow the time when more girls try to talk to him, mainly because somehow the school decides to hold a winter event this year; it’s going to be held near the edge of the city, where the biggest skating rink is.
by his guess, most girls are looking for a guy to have a skating date with.
in the library during your usual meetup for the school project, sae gets more than a couple visitors trying to get him for that same reason. you eye everyone that approaches the table, and sae can’t help but notice how he actually likes when you’re pouty. maybe it’s his twisted thinking that jealousy means you’re still into him.
“itoshi-kun, i was thinking whether you wanted to go to the winter event together?” another girl from your class, mizuno, asks him, and sae is tired of it, frankly. but he doesn’t show it. he only looks at you, and you look back at him because he doesn’t usually stare for this long.
then, he looks at mizuno and rejects her.
“sorry, can’t, i’m going with y/n.”
(you get home that day being completely flustered and completely happy.)
on the day of the event, sae keeps his word. he goes with you, sticks beside you the entire time. his friends snap pictures of the two of you and you always look so embarrassed. maybe you’re just not used to all of this attention. but that’s fine, it’s cute.
one thing he learns about you is that you can be real clumsy sometimes. like now, when you get so excited over your watermelon slushie that you somehow spill it all over your jacket and clothes.
sae ends up giving you his puffy winter jacket while he braves the cold with whatever he has left. that’s fine, he’s strong. besides, getting to watch you wear his jacket the entire time feels like a bonus somehow.
he thinks by now you should confess already, but you don’t. you’re happy to stay in this bubble with him right now, whichever phase the two of you are at. so is he. it feels kind of nice.
feels especially nice when you hang onto him for dear life in the skating rink even though neither of you are moving. sae’s aware that people are staring holes into both of you but it’s strange how much he doesn’t mind when it’s with you. that’s why he holds his hands out, lets you take them, makes himself pull you along. he finds himself wishing neither of you were wearing gloves so he could feel how soft your hands are.
by the end of the day, everyone takes it that the both of you are together, even though the both of you are too avoidant to talk about it.
“hey, sae? thanks for today,” you say later that night when everything is done and you’d had the giddiest experience with sae. he’s walking you home and he doesn’t even know why; it’s a mystery to him why he keeps himself close whenever he can.
“it’s fine, i was the one who told people i was going with you, so.”
when he gets you to your front porch, you don’t go in immediately, standing right there with your back facing him, and sae wonders what’s going through your head. if only he could see the expression on your face right now, maybe he’d know.
you let him; because you turn around, giving him a big smile before you take a step forward and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, immediately turning on your heel and running into your house.
neither of you say bye, both of you are just a little too stunned to speak. sae stands out there in the cold for a little while longer, his face and ears red—he’s not even sure whether it’s from the weather or from you—but even when he starts to leave, you’re still slumped at your front door, covering your face in embarrassment, knees too weak to stand up.
there’s only one more quarter left until you graduate and sae and you both act like nothing happened that day. you still gossip unfiltered and he still listens but acts like he doesn’t.
except now instead of sitting across from you, he opts to sit directly beside you. sometimes sits a little too close just so your arms will brush against each other. sae also lets you keep his puffy jacket because you said you liked it.
you wear it throughout winter.
when graduation comes around and it’s time for sae to choose his university, he can’t help but take a peek at your screen. a smile comes to his face when he sees your first choice is the same as his. you’re smart too, he doesn’t doubt you’ll get in.
“itoshi sae, you can smile?”
sae immediately turns it into a frown. “guess not.”
you take your words back. “hey, i’m just kidding! it’s just rare… that’s all.”
so you notice him a lot then?
sure, you might not have seen him smile a lot. but that’s fine. from what sae knows, you have the entirety of your university years to possibly catch it.
UNIVERSITY: FRESHMAN YEAR
of course you enter the same university as itoshi sae. it’s not on purpose, but you’re glad you both made it here anyway.
at least knowing one friendly face is better than none.
to be honest, you’re not really sure where you and sae stand. he’s never said anything about that kiss, but he also doesn’t stay away from you. can you take that as a positive thing?
if anything, he’s even closer.
somehow, his dorms and yours are practically next door. when you open your bathroom window, you can look right into his. it happened once, by accident, and you’d caught him, shirtless with just a white towel hanging around his neck, hair damp as he brushes his teeth, the droplets of water on his abs looking very inviting.
but then he caught you staring and you’ve shut your bathroom window ever since. thankfully, he never mentions it.
being in university and staying in campus meant that you were both hanging out much more informally. and you’d think that two people at the age of nineteen who’d known each other for three years would be less awkward than this but it’s you and sae and somehow there’s always an element of awkwardness.
it’s halfway into your freshman year and you’d just watched the first match that sae’s playing for the university team. you’re a little starstruck, honestly. to think that the guy you’ve always had a crush on is this good at soccer.
he’s amazing. you’re feeling like a potato sack.
“hey, you know him right?” hime gushes.
your friends are with you, so it’s natural they ask.
mira on your left sighs, “guess we have no shot with him since he’s with y/n all the time,” she says, nudging you in the elbow.
you’re starting to regret bringing them here with all the teasing. you’re also regretting coming here yourself because you see several girls running to him asking for a picture together. some of which you recognise, some of which are the popular girls.
sae doesn’t stop them from snapping what they can, but he also doesn’t stop for them at all. instead, he saunters over to you, hime and mira wordlessly disappearing to the side.
“gimme that,” sae says, gesturing to the phone in your hand. you obey, of course, and he smirks, then he snaps a selfie with you before tossing your phone back and walking off.
the pairs of eyes on you make you half-embarrassed yet half-proud. even with this many fangirls, sae chooses to come to you.
that night sae asks you to send him the picture.
yeah, maybe you can take that as a positive thing.
freshman year after that is generally uneventful. you and sae are both trying to find your footing, with him preoccupied mostly with soccer trainings while you’re drowning in assignments and projects that have nothing to do with him.
but you still see him in the mornings sometimes, when you walk past your common room and he’s in his, and you wave at him when he’s alone so you’re not so shy, and he nods in acknowledgement before he just walks away.
one night while you’re burning the midnight oil trying to cram some accounting knowledge into your brain, you get a text from sae.
wanna get supper?
both of you end up at one of the supper spots outside of school, a little cosy shop that sells boba and ramen even after midnight.
“why’d you wanna get supper?”
sae shrugs, taking a sip of his plain water. “just bored, couldn’t sleep.”
“isn’t this soccer season? you can’t even eat anything in here, it’s definitely not passable for your diet.”
he sighs, leaning back against his chair. “so? quit whining and start eating your shit already.”
if it was some other guy you’d be rolling your eyes and storming off. but it’s sae and you know him and he thinks he’s talking normally like this. besides, when you catch his eyes flicker up to lock with yours you get a little dizzy inside.
“what’re you up so late for anyway?”
sae’s fingers are drumming lightly against the surface of the metal table, teal eyes diligently observing as you bring the strands of noodle to your lips. “told you, i couldn’t sleep.”
you find that strange; he’s always been able to sleep, no problem. and he’s strict about his eight hour sleep schedule. what could be getting to the great itoshi sae?
(sae’s lying through his teeth; having his bedroom right across from yours means he can see when your lights aren’t out. sue him for being a little concerned.)
“so, heard you and the team are going on a soccer trip somewhere in europe,” you bring up. you’d heard it from your friends, strangely, instead of sae himself.
he nods. “yeah, just a select few,” he tells you, “only if we win the tournament though, then the team’ll officially invite us over.”
so-called team you heard about is real madrid, and you’d be crazy to think that sae couldn’t help your university team win on his own.
“guess i won’t be seeing you around when you go,” you mumble idly, not completely aware of what you’re basically saying.
sae is adept at reading in between the lines, but he doesn’t probe you on it. he’s not sure he wants to. he doesn’t know what this is. do you still like him? does he like you too? all these feelings are new; sae doesn’t know what to do with it.
so he keeps it to himself. for now.
he doesn’t really do a good job at following through with it though, because on the day of the tournament finals, he looks at you and winks right as he orchestrates that winning goal for his team, and you’re left wondering if you’re imagining things.
UNIVERSITY: SOPHOMORE YEAR
the final part of your freshman year went and gone, and it didn’t go exactly how you imagined it to be. you didn’t expect to hear from sae at all when he went on his trip after that tournament.
but you did.
he replied you whenever he had the time. told you anything you asked for. even called you when you had a mini meltdown because of finals.
to be frank, you don’t know what the both of you are anymore. you’re cursing yourself for being too scared to ask.
“hey y/n, have you seen hime anywhere?”
it’s oliver asking, captain of the university’s soccer team and also hime’s current situationship. he’d started hitting her up since that first time sae played and brought attention to you and the people around you.
“yeah, she’s by the pool with mira.”
oliver leaves as soon as you tell him, and you stand awkwardly at the corner of the living room, by the full panel of glass windows, wondering if you should just go home. you’d only came because hime and mira both said you needed to experience a party at least once this year but now you’re surrounded by people making out and drunkards slipping into the pool that it makes you regret giving this a shot at all.
especially since sae’s not going to be back till tomorrow, garnering as much interest as he did during his time in spain. you really have no reason to be here.
“hey there, pretty.”
startled, you find a familiar face up close in your personal space, his finger twirling your hair. you’d recognise that head of blonde and pink anywhere.
“oh, you’re ryusei shido right? you’re on the soccer team with sae,” you think out loud, and he nods, and you can see his blonde lashes so closely it’s making you flustered.
“mhm, fwhat’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a corner? seems like a shame,” he comments, though he doesn’t even give you a chance to answer. the next thing you know, shido drags you into a drinking game with hime and mira (which is why your first instinct wasn’t to run off, if you could trust anyone it’s your best friends). although, shido is getting annoyingly close and you can’t decide if you’re nervous or annoyed.
and the heavens surely love you when they let shido draw the card that corresponds to a dare, and they love testing your boundaries when some guy called otoya dares him to kiss you.
but no, you know that the heavens really do love you when someone yanks shido’s hair back and pulls him away from your face, taking his spot in between the both of you in the bid for proximity that you don’t mind because it’s itoshi sae.
“sae, what’re you doing here? i thought you wouldn’t be back till tomorrow,” you ask, a little shell-shocked but you still notice he’s discerning frown and how there’s barely any space between the two of you.
he looks at you, tilting his head, “what? my girl’s not happy to see me here?”
you don’t respond. half because you think you’re dreaming and fuck—really, did he just call you his girl?
“eh? i don’t recall you having a girlfriend?” shido leers, a hand on the spot of his head where sae had pulled on earlier.
“yeah, besides, shido still has to do the dare.” otoya sounds bored more than anything, but the guy beside him, karasu, if you remember correctly, is smirking.
sae sighs, and you feel like you must’ve crossed the boundary to another dimension when you feel sae’s lips on yours, and you think you’re in limbo when you feel his hand on your neck, pulling you close. his tongue pries your lips apart and people are whistling while shido’s behind him saying get a fucking room or i’ll beat off to this.
when the object of your affection finally pulls away, you’re met with the same pair of unbothered teal eyes, the pair that immediately turns to face otoya. “there, did it for him. now move on.”
you’re beginning to thank alcohol for its existence when almost everyone obeys wordlessly, moving on to some other guy’s turn. you really can’t remember who sits on shido’s right when all you can think of is that itoshi sae, your longtime high school crush, actually kissed you.
that’s enough to warrant the question, right? the question of what sae takes you for?
the inner debate sparks long into the night, even when sae walks you back to your apartment, the both of you side by side in silence.
“sae, what was that?”
he plays coy. “what was what?”
you’re only a little tipsy, so you can still tolerate his avoidance. “you confuse me a lot, you know that?”
sae doesn’t take the bait. “oh, i see.”
“you were jealous.” he was. he really was. you can tell; he was sour to shido the entire night. he stuck close to you too, sometimes your fingers brushed against each other’s.
“so what if i was?”
this one is new. sae’s actually admitting it. and usually you’d chicken out but you can see your apartment coming into view and you don’t want to let this go.
“what am i to you, sae?” you manage to choke it out a few feet away from the door, and sae stops in his tracks, hands in his pocket and teal eyes looking heavenward.
you’re beginning to regret your decision to ask; you’re not sure if his indecision is a good or bad thing. nothing seems to be simple when it comes to itoshi sae.
but he does nothing to appease your confusion when he steps in front of you, his body pressed flush against yours as he presses another kiss to your lips, and you think this one is special because it’s not done in the name of a dare or in front of anyone else. this kiss is for you and you alone and sae is doing this on purpose.
when he pulls back, you see him furrow his brows and you can tell that maybe he’s just as confused as you are.
“when i managed to get an earlier slot for my flight, all i could think about was how excited i was to see you.”
is this… a confession? you’re even more confused now that you don’t even know what to say.
to be honest, so is sae, which is why he swallows the lump in his throat and relegates to his apartment, “goodnight.”
things after that change just a little.
you’d decided to go with the flow, just because you really don’t want to sabotage whatever friendship you and sae had left, although most of the time, sae is the one toeing the line. even though he doesn’t outright tell you anything regarding his feelings.
but you think you figured him out.
sae asks you out whenever you’re both free, and not for shit like studying or errands, but for movies and dinner and he drives you around in his car and looks at you like you’re the only girl he sees. his eyes don’t wander when he’s with you, and he lets you wear even more of his jackets. it’s also evolved to his jerseys and his beloved windbreakers. you have one of each in your own closet and he never seems to ask for them back anymore. he also lets you wear his rings, puts them on your fingers randomly.
both of you still go for parties, especially when it’s one of the soccer guys who are throwing it, because they practically force sae to go and they know you’re the key to convincing him.
most of the time the two of you just laze on the couch, drinking and talking about nothing at all, and he idly plays with your fingers when he’s tipsy, something you never tell him because you like it, because you don’t want him to feel self-conscious and stop. he also smells your hair after he sends you home and hugs you before he retreats to his place, and you wonder if he’s fully sober when he does that.
you resign to getting your answer some other time, because you don’t want anything to ruin this, if this is just an illusion. yeah, you’d talking feelings some other time.
UNIVERSITY: JUNIOR YEAR
you really had no right to be, but you are. try as you might, you can’t stop yourself from feeling the way you do. especially not when she’s sitting so so close to him, when her hand brushes his fingers.
she’s just his project partner, nothing more, but something irks you about the way she can get so close to him so quickly when it took you much longer. but then you hear from shido that kaori is rin and sae’s childhood friend, so maybe that’s why they’re so damn close.
apparently, she’d gotten back to japan after ten years abroad. with great timing too, right when you thought you and sae could amount to something.
“you know, i could help you make him jealous if you wanna,” shido whispers in your ear one time when he catches you staring at them. “we’ll make him feel how you feel, m’kay?”
and while that’s tempting, you shake your head. it’s unreasonable for you to take it out on him that way, not when he hasn’t actually done anything that proves he’s just leading you on.
lately sae’s been so busy around kaori that you’re just thinking too much. you’re wondering if he’s slowly replacing you. he still talks to you over text, but you barely hang out like you did before. you still spot him through the windows, but he’s always too tired to notice you. even his texts are getting slower.
“hey, you okay?”
trust it to hime to notice your personal dilemma. you’re not really surprised though, because she’s been watching you moping for the last few weeks. she now has oliver wrapped fully around her finger, with him sticking around her all the time, which is a surprise considering his reputation.
but hime will take your side, you know this, and maybe that’s why you play it off. you don’t want her to hate sae because of a momentary feeling, so you tell her you’re just sick and you’ll go back home.
the moment you get back to your apartment, you see sae waiting out on the front, car ready while he leans against the hood, waiting.
and you might’ve asked if he was waiting for kaori, but then he looks up and sees you and smirks and that’s all you need to know that he’s not. he was waiting for you, and now he’s opening the passenger side door and telling you to “get in, stupid.”
that’s how sae is with you, impromptu and surprisingly sweet. he drives you to the pier, a cute spot right next to an amusement park where he’d gotten you some candy floss before the both of you just sits on the hood of his car, enjoying the scenery.
“why’d you suddenly bring me here?”
sae lies down, the sun hitting his face in all the right places. he’s gorgeous, you realise for what seems like the thousandth time since you’d known him.
“oliver told me you’d been a little mopey lately,” sae says, and you’re already embarrassed. “sorry if i’ve been busy lately.”
you mirror his position, lying down next to him, and it feels oddly nice like this. you’re not sure if it’s the situation or the person.
“it’s okay, i heard that kaori’s your old friend right? you guys must have a lot to catch up on.” it doesn’t stop you from feeling jealous, but it’ll pass. you hope.
sae chuckles before he turns to you, and you turn to face him too, “you’re jealous.” he smirks, and you’re reminded of the same thing you told him that first night he kissed you.
“shut up, sae.”
he laughs because you’re being pouty, and because maybe it feels a little nice to know you can feel it too. just then, he mirrors what you did way back in high school, reaching across you for your phone. except he doesn’t key in anything—he opens up your camera and takes a picture of the two of you like this, sae looking naturally handsome and better than you because you’re stunned he’s doing this, eyes wide and expression puzzled.
“what’s that for?”
sae’s still fiddling on your phone as you ask, and then he passes it back to you. he’d set it as your phone’s wallpaper.
“to remind you that you’re the one i like, idiot.”
and even though you and sae aren’t physically too close in the wallpaper, you think maybe it’s enough to tide your feelings through for now. he doesn’t ask you for anything else after that, just leaves his confession at that and sends you home before saying he has to finish up his project, aka going to find kaori.
it’s fine by you though, because now you know where sae’s head’s at, even though he never explicitly asked you anything. you’re sure he knows how you feel too, especially since you’d been the one to kiss him first that day a few years back.
but how apt for you to go to sleep early and be woken up by dozens of messages blowing up your phone, the majority of them attaching pictures at a certain party.
still pictures of sae locking lips with kaori, and you feel your heart sinking.
sae’s message comes through just as you’re scrolling through your phone.
meet me at my place? not what it looks like, i promise.
and maybe it’s because you feel like you know sae well enough that you’re not even panicking. you respond within seconds.
sure, see you!
you take the liberty of going next door, entering when one of the other guys who lives there clumsily walks in drunk. it’s easy enough to find sae’s room, you recognise it from across your own room too well. and maybe it’s a slight invasion of privacy but you can’t help but turn your attention to his desk.
his room is all neat with the occasional laundry thrown on the corner of the room, trophies and medals on the bookshelf by the table. but what catches your eye is the little pink heart-shaped post-it note that looks all too familiar.
your handwriting fills the piece of paper.
i think you’re cute and i really really like you
you could cringe right now from how cringe you were being back then. but then you realise, sae kept this? did he keep this knowing it was from you? you hear the door opening downstairs and jump back a little, accidentally pressing on his keyboard while trying to place your note back in its position, and the screensaver that greets you renders you speechless.
it’s the picture sae took of the both of you at the bleachers of his first match.
someone closes the laptop before you can think any more, and you’re greeted with sae right next to you, cheeks flushed—either from alcohol or embarrassment. you can’t really tell, but judging from the lack of alcohol stench, you’d like to bet it’s the latter.
“you have me as your wallpaper?”
sae clicks his tongue, annoyed he didn’t get there in time for you not to see that. “who else would i put there?”
you bite your tongue to stop yourself from instinctively saying kaori out of spite. guess you’re still a little groggy from being woken up in the middle of the night.
“about earlier,” sae begins, not really sure how to continue.
“you mean the pics going around of you and kaori kissing?” you’re not even mad, you’re sure there’s an explanation—that’s how much you feel you know itoshi sae. he’s not the type to bother with leading someone on; if anything, he’s probably the type to immediately cut things off if he wasn’t interested and so far, he’s always been thinking of you.
sae sighs, rubbing his temple before taking a seat on his bed. “that was fucking stupid,” he grumbles, eyes closed. “she was way too tipsy and getting all up in my face and before i knew it she just—” his eyes are open now, briefly looking at you before looking away, hiding behind the sides of his soft locks, “she kissed me. i was stunned for a little so…”
you snicker a little, because sae looks so different from how he usually looks—aloof, ignorant, arrogant. now he looks like a puppy who’s been kicked to the side and you can’t help but notice the difference.
“sae… why are you telling me this?”
screw his indecisiveness, if it was in the first place. you want his answer now, up straight. and sae seems to know what you’re thinking because he chuckles, relieved because he can read your tone—you’re not angry, not upset, you trust him somehow and it’s only because despite what you think, you know him better than anyone else.
“fuck off, y/n, you already know,” and he says this affectionately because you can feel the tenderness in the way he says your name, in the way he invites you into his arms—the way he pulls you close and lets you sit facing him on his lap. “you gonna be my girlfriend now or what?”
your lips are so so close and you’re both holding back so so much. “mmm i don’t know, itoshi sae, what if i wanna see you beg me for it?”
“god, i hate you,” he says, without meaning it. it’s the first time you’re actually feeling how strong he is, because he lifts you up from the back of your thighs and throws you on his bed as he hovers over you, a little squeal leaving your lips at the unexpected gesture. “hm, kinda like that sound you make.”
he’s saying it so monotonously that you’re embarrassed. “shut up, sae, before i leave.”
“that’s cute, you think you’d actually leave me,” he teases, and you curse yourself for finding that slight condescending tone of his hot. “but hey, really, be my girlfriend.”
“you asking me that after kissing another girl?” you act shocked, acutely aware of how his fingers are all intertwining with yours, your hands on either side of your head, sae pinning you down. if anyone walked in now, they’d get the wrong idea of what you two are doing. for sure. but you try to act unbothered, you don’t want to boost his ego even more.
sae leans down to press his forehead against yours, and you’re hoping your heart doesn’t leap out of your chest because he’d definitely feel it. “shit timing, i know. but you’re the only one i want, so.”
he’s pretty shit at talking emotions, you realise. and then you realise that this only works because you’re equally good at reading his. despite his reluctance to talk emotions, he shows you how special you are, constantly.
many girls want him, but you’re the one he spends most of his time with. you’re the one with his actual clothes in your closet and his rings on your fingers. you’re the one sae kisses and willingly so, the only one who’s on his wallpaper reminding him of what he’ll have each time he comes home.
“i told kaori i liked you and no one else too,” sae continues explaining, though he really doesn’t need to. you listen anyway. “she got mad and stormed off but shit, i don’t care. only care about you.”
and he’s pretty forthcoming with his feelings when he wants to be and that’s enough for you. you squeeze his fingers lightly and smile at him.
you don’t have to hear any more to know.
“i love you too, itoshi sae.”
the way he marks you that night lets you in on everything you need to know.
UNIVERSITY: SENIOR YEAR
six years.
it’s been six years since you’d first had a crush on itoshi sae. and now you’re his girlfriend, always in the front row for every match and the object of most of his fangirls’ hatred. that’s okay though, none of that matters.
whenever you come back home to your (shared) apartment now, it’s like all your worries melt away into the void, and sae reminds you just how much you mean. even if his pet names are less than swoon-worthy at times.
“you really need to stop posting shit like this,” you deadpan, showing sae your phone screen. it’s a picture of you asleep in the morning, drooling on his bare shoulder.
sae blinks, acting coy like he always does. “what? it’s cute.”
“you’re insufferable, itoshi.”
sae ignores that, switching the subject. “hey, you have any goals for your twenties?”
you hum, pondering. “well, i guess if i could do what i want, i’d travel the world,” you pause, sitting up on the sofa and looking at him. “why?”
it’s the last year of university, and the both of you are finishing your degrees, with the possibility that sae might be getting a contract with one of the overseas clubs. you’re not really sure; there’s a few of them who’ve expressed interest, but you’d always let sae think through it on his own.
does his question have something to do with that?
“was thinking i wanted to take you along if you wanted to come with,” sae half explains, because he’s bad with details like that. he continues when he spots your confusion, “if you wanted to explore wherever i decided to go.”
oh, he means he wants to take you along to wherever he decided to go. you’re flattered, honestly.
“you mean, the itoshi sae wants to bring me wherever he goes, huh?” sae is already turning red, sensing your big head. “you offering to be my sugar daddy too?”
sae sighs. “you’re so stupid, i swear,” he complains, his words lacking any bite because he’s rubbing circles onto your arms. “you said you found some remote jobs right? thought we could make use of that and just go wherever together.”
after six years, you finally see sae trying to plan a future where the both of you are together. he loves soccer, but he loves you too, and you’re not the kind of person who’d make him choose, so you appreciate his compromises instead.
“itoshi sae, i’ll follow you wherever you go.”
he presses a hasty kiss on your lips, “good, ‘cause i plan on keeping you forever.”
you grin, pulling him down to you and kissing him even deeper, “i’ll hold you to your words, then.”
sae smiles against your lips. because he knows he got lucky with you, lucky you were there at the right moment, slipping your love letter into his locker. lucky you continued to like him, lucky you knew how to put him in his place whenever. lucky you’re you and you love him.
maybe he’s always liked you, even back in freshman year of high school when he realised how kind you are, how gentle you could be. you looked pretty in the sun that day, when he first saw you trying out soccer in the yard and falling flat on your ass. you didn’t notice him back then but he noticed you, not that you knew. sae didn’t try anything because he was sure it’d fail. but who knew all it took for his mind to change was a simple nudge from you?
he’s pretty sure that you’re his human manifestation of a forever.
in which your whole life you waited for rin itoshi to love you back, but when he leaves you his brother comes into scene
word count: 4k
warnings: angst, f!reader, brief mention of suicide, some swearing i think, nswf parts but nothing too explicit
(au in which blue lock doesn't exist)
sorry for eventual mistakes, i'm not a native english speaker. this was written at 2am and it was definitely not proofread :))
their mother always joked saying you were destined to marry one of her sons. to her, it wasn't clear which one, but to you it could only ever be your dark-haired best friend.
yes, you were rin itoshi's best friend: you were regarded of the honor to be called his "friend". every friday evening, as if it was an appointment, you sat at the dinner table of the itoshi house. every friday, since you were fourteen, rin, sae and their mother would chat and talk about whatever things with you.
well, sae didn't talk that much - with anyone, actually, but rin's mother considered you a treasure, and a "saint for being able to stand rin 24/7", and while putting on a grumpy expression whenever she said that, rin thought that of you too.
he was grateful that you would spend the night at his house at any given opportunity, even when you turned sixteen and people didn't see it as 'appropriate' anymore, that you would sit with him at lunch when no one else wanted to, that you would help him train even if you couldn't hold a ball for more than two seconds without making it fall on the ground.
he had no idea. of how everything you did with him, was because your heart burnt with hopeless love. because everytime you looked at him you felt like you could have spent the rest of your life with yours tied to his, like you would have stabbed yourself to have just one faint touch of his lips onto yours.
but he didn't notice, even when you turned seventeen and he should have been more mature, more considerate of these things. that's what you thought when your friend, one of your girl classmates, told you it's crystal clear to anyone that you were head over heels for itoshi rin.
then how, you told yourself, how is he the only one who's blind in front of such supposed evidence?
there were times, like when you were watching a movie on his bed, sitting so close to each other you could hear his heartbeat into your ears and you felt like dying, or when you couldn't bear with the amount of school work you had and he hugged you while you cried on his shoulder, or when he would hold your hand with so much kindness and thoughtfullness that you would think it'd be impossible for him not to reciprocate your feelings, or at least acknowledge their existence.
but months passed by and you kept sticking together, just as "buddies", hugging and play-fighting and holding hands but just as friends. you felt your heart like a flower that was slowly withering, despite this you kept holding on to that faint hope that one day maybe, maybe, he could finally watch you with eyes filled with love. just like your own eyes did when you were together.
so, when you were nineteen ("we're elders now, rin! don't you feel old?) and your high school class organized a goodbye party with lots of alcohol and smoke and even drugs ("fuck we're going there, i won't let you walk around with all that weed around" "come ooon rin, you're no fun!"), and the bottle landed right on the both of you, heads blurred by the drinks, your heart did a backflip in your chest. you weren't really present at that moment, and rin mustn't have been either, because you leaned into a passionate make out session, not just a kiss.
step by step, while your classmates laughed and cheered, rin placed a hand on your esposed skin on your hip and guided you to a random bedroom, forgetting where and who you were with.
he really didn't know what he was doing, and you didn't either. it must have been the alcohol for rin, but can he really blame it all on the drinks?
things went how they had to go, and you found yourself awake the next morning, fully naked, next to the dark-haired boy. you almost cried of joy. because you waited all your life to see him lay on your side, sheets covering his naked body, a peaceful resting expression on his pretty face. you felt like if they killed you right then, you would've died happier than ever.
that's why, when he breaks the news to you, after weeks of not saying a word of what you two had spent together, you feel your world being ripped apart.
he's heading off to france. tomorrow. to play with a football team in paris.
"it's the opportunity of my life," he tells you, excitement filling his teal eyes, "i can't miss it for absolutely no reason."
you're included in those reasons, you guess. and as you simply nod, you sense a boulder weighing in your lungs and in your stomach and in your heart. because for you, he would be an enough reason to stay in japan. but evidently, to rin you didn't mean as much as you thought.
with watering eyes, you leave his house with a weak goodbye falling from your trembling lips, leaving him all alone in his room.
the next day, you're not at the airport to greet him.
-♡-
even after a couple of years though, you didn't fall apart as you expected the two of you to. you still hold a grudge at him for leaving you on your own in japan like you were just someone and not his best friend – if you could still call yourselves that after whatever had happened. it's been three years since rin left to play for paris' football club, and now his name is known in all of france, topping every chart in the french league, while you keep studying at university.
you are so proud of him. you talk to him via message every time he plays, congratulating your best friend.
is he really still your best friend though? yes, you still contact each other almost every day, but now he feels so cold and distant, like a shadow you struggle to touch from afar. you feel like rin is making his own life in france, with you not being on the picture.
does he have the same feelings for you as he used to? does he even miss you?
you guess he can be called your first heartbreak, your one and only.
you snork painfully as you think this, looking at the goodnight text you sent him the night before. he hasn't read it. you're walking along the familiar sidewalk, heading for the itoshi house.
you don't actually want to go visit rin's mother, but your mom insisted that you would bring her a few cookies you had cooked the other day. she said it was to thank her for everytime she hosted you at hers, and while you agree, you don't feel like going back to your lost crush's house is going to benefit you, y'know?
oh, if you are wrong.
you understand immediatly that the quick visit you are planning to make will take an unexpected turn when you see sae itoshi sitting on the sofa, legs wide open and an arm on the handrest holding his chin. damn, you haven't seen him in so long! you and rin were barely teens when he flied to spain to pursue his football career. in fact, you realize, after spending all that time at rin's house, you don't know him at all.
embarassment floods over you. you greet him, a little afraid, because just like his younger brother, sae itoshi is able to send chills down with his coldness. before greeting back, sae looks at you from top to bottom, and you're sure he's thinking just the same you're thinking of him. you have changed.
that day, you discover him. to you, before, sae was just rin's older brother, a shadow that was at your best friend's home and that every once in a while came into his room to ask him something, or to complain about you two making too much chaos. to be completely honest, back then you found him annoying and too full of himself, like he considered himself too good to talk to people. his poker face never changed, and that proved your point: he was your best friend's arrogant older brother.
until today, you had never properly spoke to sae. you mostly asked him where something was or if he had seen rin, and he answered not moving his eyes away from his phone. today, though, you talk to him until it's late at night. you don't talk about important things, it's purely chatting; even so, you can't help but feel captivated by sae. you find out he's back in japan but only for a few months, because there's no championship in summer, and since he doesn't own a house here his mother was glad to host him.
when you're back in your room, under the covers, you rethink of how, that afternoon, you were able to make a soft chuckle come out of his lips. you feel a bubble pop inside your stomach as you replay that moment in your head, and you feel like you want to make him laugh again.
and you do. because from that day, you gradually come to the point in which you spend every free moment you have with the red-haired. may it be at his house, at yours, in his car, at a fast food, wherever and whenever, you can't stay away from him.
he attracts you, like rin did. sometimes you look into sae's eyes and it scares how much he reminds you of rin.
but sae is different. when you are with him, you feel like you're pulled into a warm hug, like you're a bird in its nest. for some reason, sae feels to you like the matching piece of your puzzle. with rin, you always had disagreements and you were different from each other. sae, on the other hand, is similar to you in almost every shape, and while he may look cold he acts like the kindest person on earth when he's with you.
you like it. how he shows his emotional side to you and you only, making you feel special. rin couldn't do that, he didn't make you feel unique and important.
sae has never felt what he feels right now towards anyone. you're the first person able to make his cheeks warm up, or to make his mouth dry. he only ever thinks about you, to the point where he's worried about his well-being; he lives exclusively to see your pretty face, with your shining eyes and your rich lips and your silky hair.
you brought a ray of sunshine into his monotone life. every moment he passes with you feels like a drug to him; he remembers every single one of them.
like the time you told him you didn't like your name at all, and he told you he thought it was the prettiest while looking straight into your eyes, but he wasn't completely talking about the name. or when, laying on his bed, things got pretty emotional and you were confessing things to the each other and you told him under you breath how you lost your virginity to his little brother and that you missed him like crazy. in that moment, he found himself getting mad at rin for treating you like you were a puppy, but also because he got to be with you and sae didn't. or once you played together with his playstation at fifa and he beat you like 7-1, but when you scored that single goal you raised your hands in the air and made the cutest expression, then you hugged him really thightly and he felt every cell in his body heat up.
you get used to his presence, surprisingly in a few months he becomes more meaningful to you than rin has in many years. sae showed you that the kind of love you had for his brother isn't the only one to exist – the one you felt for rin was a fire ready to burn yourself and him, consuming you from inside, needy and endless, while your feelings for sae are a drop of rain that slowly falls into a vase, making the most beautiful flower grow. his love heals the scars rin left you.
the dark-haired boy reaches out to you much less frequentely now, and when he does it's just to check on each other, no big deal. your friendship is frozen now. he probably has no idea you and his older brother are estabilishing this kind of relationship, though.
sometimes you feel guilty for having loved two brothers, like you are playing around with them. but everytime you reflect on it, you come to the conclusion you can't decide who you fall in love with. sae and rin have been two periods of your life, each useful for what you needed at the time. but sae is the present.
you're aware, though, that the idilliac present you're sharing with him is rapidly coming to an end: it's august, and the spanish league restarts in a short time.
you refuse to believe the boy you fell in love with is leaving you alone – once again. while you know he won't completely abandon you and will probably facetime every evening, you are absolutely not ready to experience the same things you once did. the emptiness into your chest, the uselessness of days without his presence, the constant thoughts in your head that tell you to just stop living like this, to stop living.
you know you can tell sae anything, so you talk about it with him. it's a rainy night and you agreed to stay at his place to "hang out". when you tell him your fears, he feels the urge to protect you. seeing you so shaky and vulnerable makes sae want to hold you in his arms and never ever let anyone hurt you again – may it even be his own brother. may it even be himself.
so he cups your cheeks in his hands and looks you straight into your eyes, promising you slowly he will never leave you alone. he promises it.
he's so close to you you can feel his breath on your face, but he's close to your soul too. you feel your hearts united, tied with a string, for the first time since you've met him. and even though you've only known sae for a couple months, even though he'll leave japan soon, even though it could be wrong in someone else's eyes, you close the distance between you two and press your lips on his.
sae reacts slowly, softly, pulling you closer to him with an hand on your back as if he's afraid of hurting you. the kiss you share is sweet, tender, full of all the feelings the two of you felt during this summer. you're like two butterflies embrassingly colliding.
sae stops only to look at you, once again, in the eyes. he loves looking into your eyes, but he certainly loves you more. so he tells you. so you tell him you do too.
his eyes don't leave yours even when, a few days later, you're laying on his bed, back arching with pleasure as you two consume your relationship for the first time. sae's gaze stays chained to your shining eyes, because he's afraid that if he'll look away all of this will disappear in front of him. like this is all an amazing dream and if he blinks, he'll wake up.
it's not a dream though, and he realizes this is very much reality when you're sitting next to sae on the plane, flying to madrid. sae's hand is intertwined with yours, because you've never been on a plane and this shit is scary.
you've never left japan. and now, not only you're leaving everything you've known in your life behind your back, but you're also doing that with a boy you've known for barely three months.
yes, it may look like a risky choice, but it would have been way worse for the both of you if sae had gone back to madrid on his own. you've known each other for a short period of time, it's true, but you felt like you've loved each other since ever.
since rin left you, you understood life is too fleety to let opportunities pass past you. so once you saw sae handing over to you a chance of starting over, you caught it with both hands.
and here you are, standing in the most beautiful and luxurious apartment you've ever seen. you think what they pay sae per month is more than you would ever earn in a whole life.
as you admire the view of the spanish city from the house's window, sae places his hands around your waist and sinks his head in the crease of your neck. his hair tickles you, but you stay like this for moments that seem like hours, just the two of you, floating in your own ocean.
as weeks go by, you start to enter the rhythm of sae's life. he trains everyday, from morning to late afternoon, so you barely see him during the day. he doesn't ever make you feel neglected though, as every moment he is not training he turns all his attention to you, cuddling, playing, watching tv, eating together.
you insert in the busy life of the capital of spain too. you explore every single corner of the city, shopping from the most expensive shops you've heard (yes, with your boyfriend's credit card).
sae always invites you to his matches, making you sit in the vip section of the stadium. you have to stay there with other players' partners, and you don't really like them. they seem a little too fake to you.
but it doesn't matter; you can stand sitting next to the most irritating girl in the world if that means watching your lover play.
you coming to see him play means a lot to sae, too. when he notices you in the crowd, he suddendly feels like he's invincible. he starts to play with the heart, and people notice that. fans notice his playstyle has changed over the summer, but they cannot explain why. they can't explain why he lives football with much more enthusiasm now either. for example, he even celebrates scoring a goal now! he runs all the way down the pitch and points at something, or someone, in the stands. it's not clear what he's pointing at.
the someone always blushes, but nobody sees her.
-♡-
not much distant from there, rin itoshi is not living so well.
the boy hasn't heard from you since months. normally, you wouldn't let a few weeks pass by without texting him. rin doesn't know why, but he feels so empty.
he'd text you, he'd really do, if it wasn't for his stupid massive ego. he doesn't want to admit that he actually has the need to talk to you, and that you're hurting him with your silence.
he finds out from your instagram that you've moved to madrid, out of nowhere appearently. but you haven't told him, he found out on his own.
for all these years, you've always been the first to out to him, and it made him feel safe knowing that you still thought about him. he's selfish, he knows it, but you're the only fixed point in his life. the only thing he's sure will never leave, even if he acts like the disgusting person he is.
but now? rin's never felt you more distant. and he knows it's all his fault, he knows you should've done that ages before, but now that the actual consequences of his actions are starting to come to light, he feels guilt investing him.
throughout the teenage years you spent together, the boy has always been confused about his feelings. he couldn't tell whether what he felt towards you was platonic or actual love. he knew about your love for him, but he didn't feel like he could give you what you needed even if he wanted to. so, during the infamous party, rin tried to shut his brain off and that led him to sleep with you. and then, he was so overwhelmed by the immensity of what was happening with you he couldn't think of a rational solution. he did like you, but his future was already planned: he was going abroad to play football, become the best football player in the world, surpass even his brother, and then retire in an isolated, luxurious island. as much as he liked you, rin knows you have no place in a life like this; he didn't want you to suffer like he did when sae left to spain, therefore he decided to be as cold as he could to you. this way, you wouldn't have missed him that much.
at least that's what his messed up mind thought. now he realizes what he did was the dumbest move ever made by a person, and remorse fills him.
should he have told you that he actually liked you that night? that he was just afraid of engaging in something too big for him? should he have left you like that?
rin's mind is filled with whats and ifs. all he can think of are the past moments he spent with you, and how he should have made them last longer.
is this what it feels to miss someone? rin thinks to himself, wide awake at night. he rarely sleeps, as the regrets and overthinking keep him awake, and it's worsening his results in football.
nothing could go more wrong in his existence.
one day, he just gets tired of it. rin decides it's time to take control of his life, so he just dives into the next mistake – or maybe the next success.
"hey, book me a flight for madrid"
-♡-
in madrid, there's a couple sitting on a lonely bench. there's no one in sight, it's just the two of them. they're hugging, kissing, they're whispering honey-like words into each other's eyes.
everytime you tell yourself that couple is you and your boyfriend, you get surprised. because there's no way you're actually with the sae itoshi. he feels so much like a dream to you.
even if you're not the best football player in the world or whatever, you feel to sae just the same.
so there you are, immersed in your shared dream, under the sunset that makes sae's cheeks turn even more red. the breeze messes up all his hair, he's so cute you want to die. you pinch his puffed cheeks, making him complain saying he's not a baby, but you just hug him thighter and mutter on his hoodie you're really hungry for ice cream.
sae takes your hand and makes you stand up, telling you you're heading for the closest ice cream shop. you give him a kiss on the cheek out of happiness and start walking with him.
but as you walk, you freeze at the sight of an old acquaintance.
destiny sure is cruel, isn't it? it separates two people whose lives were supposed to be tied together only to make them meet again in the worst time. that's all you can think while you look into the teal eyes you used to love so much.
rin is standing right in front of you. after years of half-conversations and silence, he's standing right in front of you.
your jaw drops instinctively. the corners of rin's mouth turn up, warming you with an overly familiar smile. that smile brings to the surface thoughts and feeling you had buried years ago. you don't want those feelings to see daylight, not when your boyfriend is standing right next to you, unsure on his legs.
sae has always been certain of one thing: he can surpass rin in everything. but now, as he senses your grip on his hand loosen, he feels the world as he's always known it crumble under his feet.
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*.✧ nsfw / 18+ only / minors dni ! - drooling, spit, pussydrunk rin, rough sex, this is pure thirst :) fem bodied reader. characters are 18+ and aged up. not proofread yet. continuation of my recent thirst about rinnie baby
*.✧ rin just cannot help but lose himself to you sometimes.
the first time it happens, it makes your heart palpitate and skin shiver.
goosebumps rise across your forearms as they clutch your knees closer to your chest, trying, hoping to open up to him even more. your legs tremble and ache, thighs tense and sore already from the way you keep them spread. Rin is so, so much larger than you - your muscles hurt and pull as you accommodate to him. a moan rips from your mouth as he slaps his hands on your knees, fingers skimming over your own as he grips your legs apart even further, pushing as far as they can go. is he trying to split you in half?
"Rin- ah- Rin," a gasp falls through your damp, reddened lips, half lidded eyes glancing up towards his face. the sight makes your cunt squelch - you can see Rin screw his nose at the sound, mouth falling open with a pant - and you arch your back in a way that brings your ass higher, pressing closer to his hips.
"uhuh- right there," he rasps, tongue darting out to lick at his lips, to catch the droplets of sweat that run down to the corner of his mouth. it is disgusting, honestly, the way he can't bring his hands up to wipe the sweat off. to Rin, it feels like letting go of you would result in the high wearing off, in the bubble bursting and leaving him aching with no release. this was so perfect the way it was now - your small hands trying to grip behind your knees and push your bum upwards, to drive his cock even deeper, face flushed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip as quiet uh, uh's slip out with each hard thrust past your tight walls. if only he could go a little deeper, a little quicker-
"ah fuck- oh god," Rin moans loudly as he tilts his hips, hitting the soft, velvety front wall. "that the spot, yeah? you- you're squeezin' me," he nearly whines at the way you tighten, slick oozing out your pussy and down his balls. Rin's pretty sure he's never felt something like this before - the way your cunt is almost sucking him in. (he did. you do it each and every time he fucks you so well - is it just the fact you always make him utterly fucked out, to the point his mind gets foggy? might be.) he feels his tongue loll out in a desperate attempt to catch his breath, get more oxygen to fill his lungs and give him the drive to push harder.
and harder he goes. god, you didn't even know it was possible, but he does it anyway. you can feel Rin's knees tremble as they push into the mattress, the rhythm of his thrusts turning irregular as he chases the sensation from moments before, when your pussy fluttered and tightened on his cock.
and that's when you feel the droplets on your chest, the slippery liquid almost cool on your heated skin as it drips down the valley between your breasts. eyes widening, you watch as Rin keeps his gaze glued to the exact spot where your bodies meet - where he repeatedly pushes his cock past the tight ring of your opening - with his tongue lolled out, panting like a dog in heat.
"you're making a mess," you moan raggedly, one of your hands slipping off your leg from the excess sweat, and instead you reach it between your thighs to quickly rub circles into your swollen clit.
"uh-uh," Rin drawls, "yeah, that's it. cum with me," he whines, mouth almost falling agape as he watches your juices leave a milky white ring at the base of his cock. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum."
now this, this was a sight to behold and you were sure it would haunt you in your wettest, filthiest dreams. Rin, with his jet black hair stuck to his forehead, chest glistening with sweat, aqua eyes focused on the lewd sight between you - drooling all over himself, as if he couldn't control himself anymore. actually, you were fairly sure he was losing it.
"inside," you moan loudly, feeling the familiar warmth spark deep in your stomach, muscles tightening as your clit pulsates under your fingertips. "fill me up, ok baby? please, please Rin. I want it inside."
honestly, you couldn't help but push him further. you knew he was always so easy to fluster - the cool facade always quickly melting whenever your voice grew even slightly more demanding. you watch as Rin's eyelashes flutter against the top of his cheeks, turquoise orbs rolling back as he pistons his hips against yours two, three, four times - then stills, deep inside, the top of his thighs pressed snugly against your hamstrings as he whines. warm, thick cum oozes right against your cervix as you feel Rin's cock twitch - the sensation being enough to bring you over the edge as well, heat quickly spreading all across your pussy. you arch your back with a cry, head throwing back and eyes squeezing shut as it rings in your ears. you can still feel Rin's spit pool right above your belly button, leaving a wet trail up between your breasts where it first fell from his mouth - and as he finally pushes away from you, shaky hands leaving your knees and letting your feet land on the mattress, you can feel the cool bedroom air hit your skin. it tickles at the wet stains on your skin - on your sternum, abdomen, and between your ass cheeks - like a reminder of how truly filthy your boyfriend was.
"you're such a mess," you murmur, resting your forearm on your forehead with a grin as you peek through one eye at Rin, who wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. as Rin sits back on his heels, his eyes quickly find yours and his cheeks redden even more, the flush spreading across his nose,
"yeah," Rin almost chokes on his words, "yeah, I am."
notes the dialogue in this is the focal point & i was experimenting with it a lot, so shidou does say really . weird things. he's a lil hot + nasty like that <3 if you dont like it sorry u have no taste ♥️🙏
WARNINGS oral (f rec), masturbation (m), fingering, lots of petnames (wife, babygirl, and some other weird ones), reader has body hair. calls reader's pussy 'she' but otherwise no pronouns.
MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.
"ain't this the dream?" shidou murmurs, kneading your hips mindlessly. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, lips peppering kisses wherever they can. "bagged a cute, lil wife all for myself."
"stop it," you protest, leaning your head towards his so he has no space to press on. "we can do this later."
a displeased whine escapes him, and he tilts his head to dot kisses along your shoulder instead. "fuck that," he groans, and one hand comes up to tug the neckline of your shirt away. his mouth is hot against you, a little meaner than earlier with how he nips at your skin. he sweetens the blow with a fleeting kiss, only to repeat it all in the next second. "want your attention on me now."
"and i want to finish making dinner, but i guess—" you yelp when he bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder, dropping the knife in your hand so you can bat at his hands. "sei!"
"my bad," he snickers, his smirk searing itself into your flesh. "what'cha cookin', sweetcheeks?"
"curry," you snap, holding on to the edge of the counter when he doesn't budge. you bow your head, and as much as you want to finish making dinner, it's getting harder to focus on what you need to do next when shidou licks up the slant of your neck, nibbling on that soft spot behind your ear. "but it's all gonna— gonna burn if you keep this up."
"that's fine," he drawls, voice low like the rumble of a jet lifting off with the promise of taking you to new highs. "i'm in the mood for somethin' else, anyway."
there's no question about what he means when his hand snakes down your front, cupping where you're warm, wanting.
"bet you're pretty hungry for me yourself, huh?" he grins, rubbing over your sex firmly despite the layers. you can't deny it has you a little desperate, melting like butter in the hot pot next to you. it's always been too easy for him to get you like this, to have you craving whatever it is that he wants to do to you. "gonna let me take care of that for you?"
"you can do what you want later," you try again, one final attempt to win this battle, but shidou's never been one to share first place when it comes to competitions.
"or, i can turn this shit off," he starts, and he takes it upon himself to ruin everything you've done, turning the knob on the stove, so the fire dies out. "and you can hop onto the counter and let me dig into that sweet cunt of yours. sounds a lot better my way, yeah?"
there's no point in moaning about your half-cooked meal when he drags you away and helps you sit up on a cleaner surface.
"you're making dinner tonight after this," you tell him.
"yeah, yeah, whatever." he's more focussed on getting you out of your clothes, dragging your underwear down, too, and kicking the pile away when you're finally half-naked for him.
"and washing up."
"babydoll, i'll do whatever you fuckin' want, long as you spread your legs for me."
his words have you biting your cheek, and in a last ditch effort to defy him, you don't part your legs like he wants you to.
you also don't stop him from pushing them apart himself.
"not so mouthy now, are you?" he snickers, staring down at you. you can't hold his gaze and it makes him laugh louder. but then he leans in to kiss your cheek softly and the contrast has you clinging onto the edge of the counter, gulping. "you're so fuckin' cute," he murmurs, biting the fat of your cheek teasingly. "it's alright, baby, your cunt's doin' all the talkin' for you, dripping all over the kitchen. this your secret ingredient? cookin' up a love shot for me tonight?"
"shut up," you admonish, squeezing your eyes shut as if that'll help drown out his words. "that's so gross."
"fuck yeah, it is." he grins, canines bared and ready to feast. he finally sinks to his knees, and his voice sounds far away but no less overwhelming. "wouldn't mind you doing it for real. wouldn't ever wanna eat anything without it, though." he drags your legs over his shoulders easily. he wastes no time in getting his mouth on you, licking a long stripe up your slit and groaning at the taste. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it. been starving for your pussy juice all fuckin' day."
"don't— don't say that." you pull on his hair, taking your embarrassment out on him, but the moan he belts out doesn't sound the slightest bit pained.
"eh, why not?" he sucks your clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it lightly enough to make you jerk in his hold. he lets go with a wet smack of his lips, waiting patiently for you to look at him. when he notes the haze in your eyes, the dew on your lashes and the crease in your brows, he grins. "don't wanna hear how I've been thinking about your angel cunt all day? jacked off so many fuckin' times as well—"
"shut up—" you cry, yanking his hair, but he only rolls his eyes back shamelessly.
"fuck yeah, sexy." he drags you to the edge of the counter and back onto his eager mouth. his tongue is hot, wet, everywhere all at once. "pull it harder," he goads. "make it hurt."
narrowly, you watch as one hand disappears below, followed by the sounds of clothes ruffling as he loosens his trousers. "gonna make me nut all over the fucking floor."
he slurps noisily, messily, but it's not enough to mask the grunts and wet clicks that track each stroke of his length. his arm is a blur to you as he pumps himself, and your fingers flex around his pink-tipped strands in an attempt to ground yourself to something that isn't the lewd slide of his tongue into your sopping hole. his free hand joins in now, and it's your eyes rolling back this time, whimpers trickling out you as he starts circling your clit.
you barely understand when he starts mumbling into your pussy, "how about i'll cook ya dinner and you clean up my cum, how's that sound? off my dick and off the floor— so fuckin' dirty, bet you'd do it, though, eh?" he isn't looking for an answer, continues flicking his tongue and pinching your swollen bud and fucking his own fist to your whines. "soaking my face so much, yeah, you would do it, wouldn't ya? you've been like this all day? been waitin' for me to come home and eat you out? put up a fight earlier for what?" he slaps your clit lightly, but it's enough to have you bucking up, gasping. "yeah, that's it. been wanting this sloppy cunt on my face all day."
another hit lets you hear just how soaked you are from all his spit and drool, from your own arousal. "listen to that, she's been missing me, huh? sweet thing's been pent-up and leaking for me all day, haven't ya?" he kisses your clit and all along your slit, unabashedly wetting his lips with your arousal. "i'm here, babygirl, gonna take care of ya, gonna give you everything you're dripping for."
he uses his entire hand to spread your arousal around. he drags the mess from your slit upwards, soaking the hairs on your pelvis and drying off on your thighs only to push his fingers into your aching hole and follow the slick trail with his tongue instead.
"you ready to cum, baby?" through half-lidded eyes you can make out the way he looks up at you, eyes dark but sparking wickedly. "gonna give me all your honey-sweet love juice?"
you shake your head, gritting your teeth and hating every word that leaves him. you hate how it has you leaking onto his tongue, the coil inside of you winding tight.
he sinks his teeth along your thighs, curls his fingers in your pussy, and screws his hand around his dick. it's too much. he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks; he slips a third finger in and crooks it just right—
"don't leave me hangin' now, sugarcunt," he calls out. "let me get a taste of ya, i'm so fuckin' hungry. thought you were gonna feed me, huh?"
—and you cum with a drawn-out cry of his name, and he drags your high out until it hurts for him to give you any more.
"there she goes, give me all that sweet angel nut, baby."
your head spins, body heavy yet weightless.
over the sounds of your stilted breaths, you hear him growling, wet schlicks following as he brings himself to his own release. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it— gonna bust a— all over. should've cum in your little cunt— do it, next— gonna cum— gonna fuckin'—" his body tenses up and you watch as his cum spurts out, staining your cupboards.
he'll definitely be cleaning that up himself.
"that's the good shit," he sighs, slowing down his strokes. "feels so much better blowin' my load after eating your cum first. might have to bottle you up," he laughs tiredly. he slumps over, resting his head on your knee, and you push back the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead.
"what's—" you pant, taking a deep breath in. his chest heaves, but he doesn't look half as affected as you; if anything, he looks ready to go for another round or two, already dotting kisses back up your thigh. "what the hell's honey love juice?"
"all this good shit." he beams, easily sinking two fingers into your pussy. when he pulls them back out, he shows off the creamy strands of your arousal proudly. "and it's honey-sweet love juice. not a fan?"
"god, no," you grumble, staring at the webs that hang between his fingers.
you grimace as he slips his fingers into his mouth, speaking around them, "tastes sweet as honey, though." your face scrunches up with distaste and he continues, "how about sugar slick, then? or creamy sex nut? or—"
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