꒰ summary ꒱; you can never manage to keep your eyes off of your painfully attractive boss. he realizes that uses it to his advantage.
꒰ content/warnings ꒱; 18+, afab reader, office/workplace sex, power imbalance, rough sex, spanking, degradation, sae is a meaniee, use of word 'slut', not fully proofread
you were dreading it.
showing up to work today.
because whenever you were summoned into his office, you found yourself unable to focus on anything more than him.
you dragged yourself to the office nonetheless, knowing there wasn't a choice available. you dropped by your your desk to store your bag and a pile of paperwork, the harsh sterile lighting overhead reflecting off the polished laminate desk. once finished, you made your way to over to sae's office, heels clicking against the sheen surface of the floor.
eventually, you were stood right outside his door, knocking exactly 3 times. you felt your heart race, the gruesomely long wait not doing any good to soothe your unease. a brusque 'come in.' sounded from inside, your cue to make your way in.
upon entry, the strong scent of his perfume infiltrated your senses. it smelled akin to a high-class airport lounge layered with a subtle finish of sandalwood.
then came his aggravatingly good looks, completely ruining any chance of focusing on the tasks being assigned to you. every word came in one ear and left out the other immediately. you were too far gone admiring him.
he tilted his head up ever so slightly, shifting his attention from the documents strewn infront of him over to you, gaze lingering on your form for a moment. "i'd like to believe you're listening?" he questioned, his voice authoritative.
you fluttered your lashes, nodding stiffly. no, you weren't, but so what? was it your fault this man was eye candy?
the scrutinizing look he was giving lingered on you for a moment longer before pulling his attention back down to whatever he seemed to be signing.
his pale, sleek fingers worked wonders on the paper, the veins mapped along his hand bulging ever so slightly, trailing all the way up his arms. you caught yourself ogling the way his biceps clung to the thin fabric of the white dress shirt he had on, flexing with every movement.
"you understood your task, didn't you?" he raised his head once again, not oblivious to the unnecessary amount you were looking at him.
he had an elbow now propped on the desk, chin leaning on a closed fist, the slightest hint of annoyance in his eyes.
"uh- yeah, i- did," you muttered, in an attempt to not look like an idiot. "get it done, then," he shoots back, voice gruff, his head cocked to the side.
you paused, knowing you'd have to come clean with him one way or another, it was now or never.
"thing is," you gulped, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, a strained smile forced onto your lips.
he sensed the tension in your stance, irritation growing. "spit it out, i don't have all day." you continued, shifting awkwardly in place. "i- err.. kinda didn't hear what you said."
he let out a frustrated exhale, flicking his eyes upwards, brows furrowing in irritation.
"what have you been doing then, this whole time i've been talking?" you swallowed dryly, aware you didn't have a reasonable excuse. "w-well-"
he stood up abruptly, tracing the edge of the mahogany desk absentmindedly as he made his way over to your strained form. he halted right before you, leaving barely any distance between.
"too busy looking at me, right?" he observed the way you fidgeted nervously. "you did this to yourself." "nobody asked you to stare, did they?" he continued, rediculing you.
"not my fault you're quite the sight to look at," you scoffed, aware professionalism was far out the window by now. "'s that so?" he mused, taking amusement in the quick shift in your demeanor.
"well then, hurry up and f-"
he took you by the waist, pressing your back up against the solid door, hands locking it with sharp precision at the same time. "- and what?" 'hurry up and fire me' was what you were trying to say, but it seems he had other ideas in mind.
"you want me to fuck you? 's that it?" he taunted, his voice dropping an octave.
you could only nod feverishly in response.
"use your words," he chided.
"i-i do, want you to fuck me, sir." he felt his cock twitch in his briefs at the honorific, stifling a groan at the raw need in your gaze.
"get on your knees f'me," he ordered, leaving you no option to refuse.
"what're you waiting for?" he questioned once you were kneeling before him, acting like it was obvious you should be unbuckling your boss's pants.
your hands trembled as you fiddled with the buckle. "if you're gonna do it, do it properly," he scoffed, his larger ones grazing over yours to steady them.
when his pants were finally down, he yanked you upwards, pressing your body against the rigid surface of the desk, both wrists caught in his grip.
"h-huh? i thought-" "you thought wrong." he hiked your skirt up, pulling your panties to the side, your cheeks flushing at the embarrassing position.
"think i don't see what you're tryna do? always bending over near me with that short ass skirt."
he tugged on the hem of his boxers, his leaking tip slapping against your skin. "w-wait, y-you're just gonna put it-"
he lined it up with your entrance, pushing it in with no remorse, pulling a yelp of surprise from you. "hnnghh!" "what was that? can't hear you over your pathetic little whines."
"a-ah-t-too, t'much, s-saee!" "that's sir to you," he reprimanded, spanking your ass. "got that?" he tugged on your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his icy cold one.
"nghh, mhmm, yes, yessir!" he hummed a sound of approval, letting go of your hair, pushing your face back down. your cheek was squished against the hard surface, needy whimpers falling from your lips with every thrust. you could tell he was close too, his breathing growing ragged.
he sped up, taking enjoyment in your high-pitched whimpers, hands digging into the supple flesh of your waist.
"hngghh, s-sir, why so- f-fast?" "you begged for this, didn't you? opened your legs so damn fast, slut." his voice dropped to a low growl. "s-so, you'll take everything i give you."
as soon as you were close enough, he pulled out, a soft mewl sounding from you at the loss of warmth. he flipped you over with ease, taking in the sight of your pretty, tear-stained face. "you wanna cum?" "uh-huh, y-yes, p-pleaasee" he let out a soft chuckle at the desperation in your tone.
"open," he tapped your cheek lightly, relishing in the extent of your obedience, pushing your perfectly parted lips down on his dick before cumming in your mouth. he groaned at the sensation, biting down on his lip.
"swallow it," he commanded, making sure to watch you do so before his eyes. you gulped, close to gagging at the feeling of forcing the thick substance down your throat, but you managed.
he didn't bother helping you balance yourself, focused on doing his belt.
"y-you're gonna help me cum, aren't you?" you asked, hinting at the hope he'd help finish satisfying the heat you felt between your legs. "did i mention i would? be good, get back to work and maybe then, i'll consider not firing you."
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sorry not sorry but riding saes abs has been taunting me for a while and I can’t think of anything else
it was barely 5am, sae knew something was off when he felt a heavy pressure on his abdomen, but for some reason its..
“ah- fuck,” your hips slowed down on that particular grind, having hit that sweet spot before immediately going faster than before, letting punched out “unh!”s sounds. “right there..”
saes eyes fluttered open, looking at the sight above him before scoffing. your pants and panties are non existent, the only thing that’s slightly covering you is his jersey you stole. but the thin fabric barely hides your perky tits, his pj shirt is lifted up to his chest, and it doesn’t take long to know what’s going on. without hesitation, he grabbed onto both of your hips, guiding your grinds. “whats up with you hm? tell me.”
you could barely speak a word. your cheeks were flushed a rosy tint as you followed his lead, the small bumps on his lower abdomen were making you go insane. “i- i hhad a dream of you,” you pause to moan, your hands immediately trailing to his, intertwining them together for support. “had a dream y’looked so fucking sexy,” you pause to take a breath. “fucking- hair messy, only having a towel wrapped aaround you, shit,” you were about to cum just from that image alone.
you’re met with sae chuckling at you, a smirk you never see unless he’s feeling egoistical. “it can’t be helped then. mhm?” you nod furiously, desperate to move faster then his hands on your hips allow you to. “mm.” he hums, looking at the clock on his night stand, counting down the seconds slowly. “go on.” he released your hips, watching you go feral in real time.
you let out a short gasp, immediately starting to ride faster, eyes rolling to the back of your head, covering his stomach with more and more of your slick until it sounded unholy. “m close..” your hands land on his biceps to steady you, fuck, those godly, biceps of steel made you want to ride his biceps next.
but for now, you put on a show for your boyfriend underneath you. grinding and riding desperately before finally— “cumming! cum- cumming, oh fuck,” your body immediately went stiff, pleasure overtaking all your senses, spurting gibberish about how much you love him, how good it feels, or thanking him like he saved your life. “easy there.” your orgasm died down, leaving you breathless as sae pulled you down gently to let you rest on his shoulder. “had your fill?” you nod softly, ears red with embarrassment, “i-i’ll clean up the mess, i promise.”
and before you can even try getting up, sae immediately pulls you back down. “don’t. i’ll clean it up, since its my fault for being so ‘fucking sexy’ in the first place.” you can physically feel him holding back a snicker. not even 3 seconds later, a “thwack!” sound came from your hand hitting his head. “shut it..”
in the end, he cuddled you until you fell asleep, then looking down at the erection that was tenting in his pants. “..fuck.”
unsurprisingly, sae was an incredibly active person. if he wasn’t training, he was playing a game. if he wasn’t playing a game, he was starting his mornings with a workout. you loved seeing the results show up.
especially his abs.
“f-fuck, sae.”
his hand held the sides of your waist loosely, the other resting behind his head as he propped his neck up slightly on the headboard of his bed. the morning sunlight shone through his apartment’s window, the golden light painting your body nicely as you rode his abs.
your clit rubbed against his abdomen which was split almost perfectly into six prominent muscles. the ridges of his skin were smooth, but soft as he clenched his core, making your noises grow louder as they echoed off the walls.
sae’s face was almost expressionless except for the tiniest smirk on his face, looking up at you like you hung the stars. his hand guided you, pushing and pulling your hips against him, moans slipping for your lips as he moved you faster.
“so pathetic, sweetheart.” he rasped, sleep lingering in his voice. “didn’t even let me wash my face before you started using me, huh?”
“shut up,” you whined, hips rocking uncontrollably. “you- you pulled me onto you.”
“to cuddle, baby, not for you to ride my abs.” sae chuckled as he sunk deeper into the pillows, letting the hand that held his head come around to play with your ass, his calloused hand gripping and smacking at the skin.
your chest heaved at the stimulation, your body still not fully awake either. your head fell backwards, whimpering as your eyes fluttered shut, letting yourself feel every dip of his abs with every jolt of your hips.
sae moved you faster, slim fingers digging into your hips harshly enough to leave small marks. you let your hands move back, supporting yourself by dropping your palms on the meat of his thighs.
“gonna cum, sae.” you keened, nails digging into his skin as you lost control of the knot in your stomach, your hips moving on their own accord.
he didn’t say anything, just gave you a simple nod as he squeezed your hip, his silent demand to cum all over him.
and who were you to deny your boyfriend?
sae watched with glowing eyes as your eyebrows furrowed slightly, a harsh yet soft moan reverberating from your throat. with one final rock of your hips, your body stuttered as you cried out his name, letting yourself drench his abs as you came.
he guided your hips to a slow, letting you ride your orgasm out against him before you fell forward, your nose pressing against his neck as you panted. he brought his hand to your back, rubbing it slowly as you calmed down.
“you’re pretty when you use me, you know that?”
note: yeah atp i'm gonna write about riding every single muscle this man has... (thigh riding next??)
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in today's broadcast: julien loki can't help himself from imagining his single mom girlfriend pregnant again. with him this time (* >ω<)
MDNI CW: fem!reader, smut, loki meeting your son, reader implied to have a mom bod, breeding, unprotected piv, loki has a thing for pregnancy, some body worship (mamas deserve all the love♡)
he blinks fast a few times. before him stands a sheepish you, with a little wide-eyed boy holding your hand. the boy’s eyes are a little puffy, eyelashes wet with fresh tears.
you two were supposed to go on a date today. some quality time spent together after finally finding time within your busy schedules. he knows you’re a mom. you were very upfront about it from the get-go, trying to avoid any potential misunderstandings.
you sat him down about two weeks into seeing each other, an expression so serious he honestly expected you to break up with him already. luckily for him, who was already head over heels by that time, that wasn't the case.
what he didn’t expect is to be meeting your son so soon.
“uhm..,” you clear your throat, hesitantly introducing your 3-year-old. “he refused to stay with anyone else, i hope you don’t mind him joining.”
loki smiles gently, his chest puffing slightly with pride. you must trust him a lot if this is what you chose instead of simply calling off the date.
kneeling down to the boy’s level, he holds out his hand for a handshake, “nice to meet you, big guy!”
your son looks up to you, looking for reassurance. with a nod and a kind expression you nudge him towards loki, “go on, he’s a really nice man. i promise.”
with a tiny sniffle and a clumsy wipe at his wet eyes, your son walks up to your boyfriend and takes a few of his fingers in his hand. “who are you?”
“call me loki,” he winks, “i’m your mom’s-”
loki looks up at you, looking for permission to say what you actually are. when he sees you nod, he turns back to your boy, “-I’m your mommy’s friend. a very special one.”
the little boy’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and he lets go of loki’s hand. in a split second he’s behind your legs, warily observing your now stunned boyfriend, and you can’t help giggling at the utter silliness of the display.
the whole ‘date’ loki finds himself at a crossroads. it’s nice, knowing you trusted him enough to simply take your son with you, but also.. the kid is really damn good at preventing him from getting anywhere near you.
he wants to hold your hand? nu uh, suddenly the boy thinks you should carry him. with both hands? yes, with both hands. sorry, mister. no hands for you.
he’s unsure if a kid this small can act with malice, but the kisses he presses onto your cheek while looking him straight in the eye sure serve as solid evidence.
but he’d be lying if he said seeing you be so sweet and caring towards your son wasn’t making him feel some type of way. you’ve only been dating a few months so far, but he can already picture you with your belly round again, for him this time. he knows you’ll be such a good mama.
so when your son is finally tucked into bed for the night after a dinner of glaring daggers into him, loki’s on you.
bedroom door locked the second you step through the threshold, his lips on yours and his hands kneading your plush waist. he relishes in your sweet whimpers, your skin yielding under his touch.
all while you’re a bit confused, but no less flustered. pushing gently at his chest, you pull away from the kiss, panting, “what’s gotten into you, jules?”
his face is buried in your neck that same second, his muffled voice barely reaching your ears, “you’re such a good mama, mon cœur.”
warmth creeps up your neck, your hands fisting his shirt tightly, “s-so what?”
sucking a particularly harsh bruise right onto your pulse point, he raises his head again to look at you properly. his face sporting a smile so handsome it nearly makes your heart burst out of your chest.
“it takes a strong lady to be a mom,” he drawls, raising his hand to rub his thumb over your cheek, “let me make you a mama again, okay? i promise you won’t have to do it alone this time.”
your eyes widen, “jules, we’ve only been-”
“shh- i know,” he whispers, leaning in to press a few languid kisses to your cheek and temple. “but i’m a man who knows what he wants. and what i want, is you to be barefoot and round. just for me.”
his lips near your ear, he whispers: “not a single worry needs to plague your mind, mon amour, just being the wonderful mama you already are.”
well, how can you say no to that?
not like you would, especially not with his cock filling you up so well. your hips supported by a pillow as he pounds away at your sopping cunt, legs wrapped around his slim waist.
nails scratching marks along his back as you try your best to stay quiet.
“look at you,” loki’s voice is steady, infuriatingly so. his superhuman speed of great use as the plap! plap! plap! of slick skin against skin echoes through the room. the tears in your eyes as you bite on your fist have him cooing at you, a sound so condescending you may have been offended at any other moment. “so cute, aren’t you?”
mercifully, he replaces your fist with two of his fingers for you to suck on. which you do, eyes rolling back as his cock keeps hitting that one spongey spot over and over.
with you clenching down on him so deliciously, he doesn’t have to wonder how you got pregnant so young. damn, had he known you earlier that kid may as well have been his. together with how your body was affected by the pregnancy, the skin on your belly littered in stretchmarks, his gut twists. it must’ve been so heavy, doing this all on your own. that little boyfriend of yours at the time just dipped, the information making him see red the first time you told him. something that still greatly upsets him to this day. you’re too sweet a woman to have been abandoned like that, at your most vulnerable, no less.
that anger fuels him to go even harder, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. the little squeaks you let out in spite of his fingers nearly reaching your throat have him desperately chasing his own end together with yours. balls aching to fill you up like you deserved.
“i’ll take such good care of ya,” he forces through his teeth, abs glistening with sweat. “i’ll give you everything you could want, just be a good mama f’me, yeah?”
he can’t tell if you can hear him at all, your eyes half lidded and rolled back at the overwhelming pleasure. smirking, he angles his hips just right and with a few final thrusts he feels your cunt clenching down harshly, nearly locking him in place.
he takes his fingers out of your mouth, and kisses you instead. he swallows your moans as he fills you up with his cum, staying inside to plug you up.
both of you panting, you finally regain some form of consciousness while your body still twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm. with a shy smile you hug him tightly, his body providing a grounding type of weight. “did you mean it?”
“mean what, mon amour?” he slides his hands under your back, hugging you just as close.
burying your face in his shoulder, you giggle, “that you want to get me pregnant again.”
with a kiss to your temple, you feel him nod, “yeah. i wouldn’t have stayed so long if i didn’t envision a future with you.”
“You just lost. You don’t get to talk.” his voice was calm and cold, with that same indifferent bite it always carried.
But there was something smug simmering underneath it now, something self satisfied that made your skin prickle with both irritation and heat.
You glared up at him from where you sat on the edge of the training table, arms crossed, still catching your breath. Your thighs were trembling from the scrimmage. He barely looked winded.
“I had an off day,” you muttered.
Sae didn’t flinch as he stepped in closer until his shadow draped over your skin and his gaze dropped to your lips. “A bet’s a bet.”
You swallowed hard. It had been nothing but a joke, tossed out the stakes with a cocky smile and an elbow in his side. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants.
It wasn’t the first time you had played together. This time Sae had scored twice while you didn’t got a single goal in. To be fair you weren’t a professional unlike him. And he never held back to prove himself.
He tilted his head as his voice turned into silk. “Get on your knees.”
Your body moved before your mind caught up. It was trained obedience born from too many shared nights, too many teasing glances and dominant commands whispered against your throat.
You slid off the table and dropped in front of him, palms on your thighs, heart racing. Sae didn’t smile, but there’s the faintest Twitch at the corner of his mouth. The kind of smirk that made you feel like prey in his mouth. He undid his shorts slowly, the Elastic waistband sliding down his hips. His cock was already thick and flushed. He held it at the BASE and pulled the skin over the crown - once, twice until a single delicious pearl beaded from it.
His other hand slid into your hair, gripping it tightly as he hummed, “You like losing to me? Is that it?”
You didn’t answer since he hadn’t given you permission to. He tilted your face upward with two fingers under your chin, angling you just the way he wanted. His cock tapped against your lips, the precum smeared across them in a fucked up lipstick.
You were given no mercy as he pushed past them. A low groan vibrated through his chest as he fed inch after inch to you until he hit the back of your throat.
“Good,” he muttered. “Now keep your hands behind your back.”
You obeyed - hands locked behind your back as you stared up at him.
Sae enjoyed it first. His hips thrusting slowly, shallowly. Filling your mouth he sighed softly as your tongue dragged along his veins and you pulled him deeper with slick pulls.
An amused glint filled his teal eyes as you gagged and your eyes turned wet.
“You bet you could win,” he said quietly. “All that shit you talked before the match and now look at you.”
You looked up at him through your lashes, cheeks hollowed around his cock, spit slicking your lips and chin. His eyes burned down at you. Those amused eyes turning heavy-lidded and hungry now - a king enjoying tribute.
“Guess I’m still the top scorer, huh?”
A small smirk filled his features as your throat clenched around him in response - whether from anger or arousal he couldn’t tell. He didn’t care. Your pride was his favorite thing to break.
His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you now deeper, rougher, using your mouth the way he’d use your body after a win. Your knees shifted on the ground, your eyes starting to water as his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly.
“Relax,” he ordered, breath hitching. “You wanted to prove something, didn’t you?”
You moaned around him, spit dripping down your chin, slick pooling under your tongue as you took him again and again. Your lungs burned, but you stayed still. Stayed obedient. Even as your throat flexed and your jaw ached, you swallowed every inch of his ego, every ounce of his control.
Sae loved it.
“Fuck,” he hissed, one hand curling against your scalp. “You look good like this.”
Your lips stretched, cheeks flushed, tears in your eyes and he still sounded so fucking composed and calm. As if you were nothing more than an indulgence after training. Something he earned. Something he deserved. He groaned as he bottomed out again, holding you there long enough to feel your throat spasm around him, then pulled back with a gasp and a harsh grip to your chin.
“Tongue out.”
You did breathless, lips raw, eyes shining. He stroked the head of his cock across your tongue, teasing himself on you. Then he came. Thick and warm spurts splashed across your tongue and lips, smeared on your mouth like war paint. He didn’t let you move until he was done, until he’d made a mess of you.
Then he looked down at you, finally letting go of your hair. “Clean it up.”
You swallowed his load with a quiet hum. He tasted so good - musk, clean. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and still, you didn’t speak. Sae tucked himself back into his shorts and exhaled like he’d just finished something routine. A workout. A win. A blowjob.
“You can talk now,” he said with a smirk as he walked away. “Not that you have much to say.”
You didn’t. But next match you’d win and he’d be the one kneeling.
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Here me out of these 3 handsome european in newgen 11, i make a oneshots for them‼️
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!! triple penetration, foursome, nipple sucking, jerking their cocks, voice kink!! speaking their own language to you, cumshot
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: art credits to @SenMiya_ on twt
The room of new generation 11 suite was bathed in the soft glow of golden lamps, the curtains half-drawn to reveal the glittering skyline beyond the glass. You stood near the window, the black silk dress hugging your curves, heart hammering against your ribs as the door clicked shut behind them.
Three pairs of eyes fixed on you, but sae, lorenzo and loki are already leave or go someone but we have three members of newgen in this room.
Michael Kaiser moved first, his light blonde hair catching the light, blue streaks shimmering like rivers of ink. The red eyeliner accentuated the sharp intensity of his gaze, making his pale blue eyes almost ethereal. His mullet swayed as he walked, those two deep blue rat-tails brushing against his shoulders. The blue rose tattoos on his neck seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart, the chain of thorny stems winding down his left arm, ending in that intricate crown with a keyhole on his hand.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
Vivian Hugo lingered behind, his burgundy hair falling in that signature wolf cut, strands twisting outward and inward in chaotic harmony. His fringe swept to the right, casting a shadow over one eye. His expression remained neutral, almost bored, but his long eyelashes fluttered as he took you in. Those lashes nearly touched the corners of his face, framing eyes that held a depth you couldn't quite read.
Bunny Iglesias completed the triangle, his tall athletic form practically blocking the door. Lavender hair fell in soft waves, and those large red irises gleamed with something primal. The vertical scar running down his right eye and the horizontal scar across his cheek and nose gave him a rugged, dangerous edge. He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders like a predator about to feast.
"Te ves nerviosa, princesa," Bunny said, his voice low, accented, smooth as Spanish honey. "Don't be nervous, mi chica."
Kaiser stepped forward, his fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "We're going to take care of you, mein mädchen" he murmured, thumb tracing your lower lip. "Every inch of you."
Hugo finally moved, his hands finding the straps of your dress. He didn't rush. He let his fingers drag along the silk, hooking under the fabric, and in one slow motion, he swiped the dress down your body. The black fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. His lips found your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve, his breath warm against your skin.
"tu trembles," Hugo whispered against your throat, his hands gripping your waist. "Good ma fille."
Bunny stepped behind you, and you felt his fingers work the clasp of your bra. It fell away, and his palms cupped your breasts from behind, thumbs brushing over your nipples. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then your spine, working his way down. His hands slid to your hips, hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You stepped out of them, completely bare now, exposed under their gazes.
Kaiser leaned you back onto the massive bed, the duvet cool against your heated skin. The three of them began undressing, and you watched, breath caught in your throat.
Kaiser's shirt fell first, revealing a sculpted chest, his blue rose tattoos continuing down his torso, thorns and petals intertwining. His pants followed, and his cock sprang free—eleven inches of thick, flushed length, curved slightly upward, the head already glistening.
Hugo pulled his shirt over his head with deliberate slowness, his lean, toned body emerging. His pants dropped, and his cock stood at attention, matching Kaiser's in size, veins prominent along the shaft, burgundy curls at the base.
Bunny stripped last, his athletic build on full display, muscles coiling as he moved. His cock was the same—eleven inches, thick and heavy, the sight making your thighs clench. He caught your reaction and smirked, that scarred face transforming into something almost playful.
"See something you like, princesa?"
Kaiser didn't wait. He lowered himself between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs wide. His tongue dragged through your folds in one long, slow stroke, from your entrance to your clit, circling the sensitive nub with deliberate pressure. You gasped, hips bucking, and he groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine.
Hugo and Bunny moved to either side of you, each claiming a breast. Hugo took your left, his lips closing around your nipple, tongue flicking and sucking in rhythm. Bunny took your right, his mouth hot and eager, teeth grazing just enough to make you moan. They worked in tandem, alternating between sucking and licking, their hands roaming your body, pinching and teasing.
Kaiser's tongue plunged into you, fucking your pussy while his thumb circled your clit. He moaned against your flesh, the sound muffled, sending more vibrations through your core. You were already wet, dripping, your juices coating his chin as he devoured you.
"Ugh," you breathed, fingers tangling in Kaiser's blonde hair, blue streaks slipping through your grip.
Hugo's hand found yours, guiding it to his cock. You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly, feeling every ridge and vein. Bunny's hand guided your other hand to his shaft, and you began jerking both of them in unison, your movements synchronized with Kaiser's tongue.
The room filled with sounds—wet sucking, soft moans, the slick noise of your hands working their cocks. Kaiser pulled back from your pussy, his lips and chin glistening, and crawled up your body. He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, while his cock pressed against your thigh.
"Auf deinen knien," he said against your lips.
You turned, rising onto your hands and knees. Kaiser positioned himself in front of you, his cock inches from your face. Hugo moved behind you, his body pressing against your back, while Bunny knelt beside Kaiser, both their cocks within reach.
You opened your mouth and took Kaiser's dick. It filled your throat immediately, the sheer size stretching your lips, your jaw aching as you forced yourself deeper. His hand found your hair, not pulling, just resting there, letting you set the pace. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the head as you pulled back, then took him again.
Your hands found Hugo and Bunny's cocks. You jerked them in rhythm, one hand for each, your movements matching the tempo of your mouth. Precum leaked from their tips, slicking your palms, making the strokes easier, wetter. Hugo groaned behind you, his hips thrusting into your hand. Bunny's breathing grew ragged, his red eyes fixed on your mouth wrapped around Kaiser.
"So ein gutes mädchen," Kaiser murmured, his voice strained. "Taking all of us."
You moaned around him, the vibration making his hips stutter. Hugo's hand slid between your thighs from behind, fingers finding your pussy, slipping inside. He curled them, pressing against that spot that made your vision blur, and you whimpered around Kaiser's cock.
"Pas encore," Hugo said, pulling his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, tasting you, his neutral expression cracking into something hungry.
Kaiser pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. He guided you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. Hugo positioned himself on one side of your pussy, Kaiser on the other. Their cocks pressed together, rubbing against each other as they lined up at your entrance.
Bunny moved behind you again, lifting your hips slightly, his cock pressing against your ass. He spat into his hand, slicking himself, then pressed the head against your tight hole.
"Ready?" Kaiser asked, his light blue eyes locked on yours.
You nodded, barely able to breathe.
They pushed in together.
The sensation was overwhelming. Kaiser and Hugo's cocks stretched your pussy wide, sliding in side by side, the pressure immense, almost unbearable. You cried out, back arching, as Bunny pushed into your ass simultaneously. All three filled you completely, every inch of those eleven-inch cocks buried inside your holes, their bodies pressed flush against yours.
Nobody moved. Just the feeling of being so full, so completely taken, your body trembling around them.
Then Kaiser started thrusting. His hips snapped against yours, deep and rhythmic, forcing Hugo to match his pace. Bunny fucked your ass with steady, measured strokes, each thrust rocking you forward onto the other two. The room filled with wet sounds—skin slapping against skin, the obscene noise of their cocks sliding in and out of your holes, your own broken moans mixing with their grunts.
"Look at her," Bunny rasped from behind, his voice strained. "Taking all three of us like a fucking dream."
Hugo leaned down and kissed you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting your moans. His hips never stopped, thrusting alongside Kaiser, their cocks rubbing against each other inside your tight pussy. Kaiser's hand found your clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles while he kept pounding into you.
The triple stimulation was too much. Your body tensed, walls clamping around all three cocks as you came with a scream, your orgasm ripping through you in waves. They kept fucking you through it, not slowing down, drawing out every spasm.
"Fuck," Kaiser gritted out, his pace increasing. "I'm close."
Hugo nodded, his thrusts growing erratic. "Same."
Bunny drove into your ass harder, deeper, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
The first spurt came from Hugo—hot, thick cum flooding your pussy from one side. Then Kaiser buried himself deep and unloaded, his cum mixing with Hugo's, filling you so full it spilled out around their cocks, dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets. Bunny gave one last deep thrust and groaned, his cum pulsing into your ass in long, heavy streams, leaking out as he pulled away.
They collapsed around you, three bodies slick with sweat and cum, breathing heavy. But they weren't done.
Kaiser slid down between your legs, his tongue lapping at your pussy. He groaned at the taste, the mixture of his and Hugo's cum coating his lips. Bunny moved beside him, both of them burying their faces between your thighs, tongues dragging through your folds, licking up every drop of cum that leaked from you.
Hugo watched from beside you, his hand stroking your hair as you lay trembling from the overload. Kaiser's tongue circled your clit and you gasped, oversensitive, crying out as he sucked gently, cleaning you with slow, deliberate strokes. Bunny licked along your ass, lapping up his own cum, his tongue sliding into you until you moaned again.
They switched positions, Hugo taking Kaiser's place between your legs, his tongue plunging into your cum-filled pussy. Kaiser moved to your breasts, sucking and licking, while Bunny continued working your ass. They traded places, sharing you, tasting every part of you, until all three of you were slick with their combined seed and your own juices.
When they finally pulled back, their faces were wet, lips glistening with the evidence of what they'd done. Kaiser kissed your inner thigh, then crawled up to lie beside you, pulling you against his chest. The blue rose tattoos pressed against your skin, thorns and petals cool against your heat. Bunny settled on your other side, his arm draping over your waist, lavender hair brushing your shoulder.
Hugo leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his neutral expression cracking into something warmer. "tu as bien fait" he murmured, his voice rough but tender.
They held you between them, bodies tangled and sticky, the weight of three men grounding you as your breathing slowly steadied. The skyline glittered beyond the window, and you closed your eyes, surrounded by blue roses, burgundy waves, and lavender scars.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. i took inspiration after arguing w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae. "You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
Something I love sm in fics is when in the middle of a make-out or “nasty-disco” the guy is begging reader “tell me you love me” LIKE YESSSS BE A YEARNER. PATHETIC OBSESSED LOVER BOY.
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warnings: thigh riding, slight choking on micha's part, ooc or nah ig?.
꒰ ㆍ 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝ ꒰ ㆍ 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
pathetic. that's what you were. your hips stuttered as you swayed back and forth—cautiously and needily—brazenly riding his thighs. sae’s thighs were straight ahead of him, his feet flat, arm muscles flexing in the slightest as he held your hips, guiding you with your maintained rhythmic pace.
it's sinful. immoral. dishonoring. yet suddenly it isn't—not when your desires and needs overshadowed your shame. lucky for you, sae was feeling thoughful enough today to let you do whatever you pleased.
“sae…sae…” you chanted his name like it were the only word you knew. your hips ruts faster, needier, racing towards your release. sae groans, his cheeks tinged with crimson as he locked eyes with your glistening ones.
“shh s’okay, go on,” he murmured breathlessly, nails gnawing into your skin as you rolled your hips with a lascivious hum. he leaned his head back, swallowing a low groan. “s-shit, love,” he cursed under his breath upon feeling the warm gush of your essence on his thigh—you came.
you whimpered at your ecstatic release with a slow circling motion of your hip, creating friction against your clit as you rode out your high. sae huffs, inclining his head back down, gazing beneath at how your slick folds exquisitely pressed against his skin. “one more, please?” you bit your lip, glinting eyes searching for his with permission, need, insatiable desire.
freeing one arm from your hips, he cupped your cheek before pulling you close for a kiss. “fuck yes. go on, love. go crazy for me.” he groans before nuzzling your neck, igniting his desires.
𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑
“it's cute how desperate you get with just my thigh, don't you think, schatz?” you heard him say, snapping you out of your drunken daze.
you only mewled, lips parting as you panted with every movement you made. “look at you,” he cooed, eyeing your messy state—how you desperately clawed at his shoulders for balance as you continued with your pleasuring deed, how you bit your lip from the delectable sensation his thighs radiated against your cunt, and how your legs trembled needily—such an amusing picturesque in his eyes. “does my thigh make you feel good, hm?” he hums, his slight grip on your hips eliciting a moan from you.
“y-yes, so good—s-so good,” you moaned, your lips trembling as you bit your lip.
oh michael knew exactly what he's doing. you shuddered, mewling gutturally as your hips ruts faster—back and forth—reaching your forming euphoria. michael leaned his head back, groaning, his breath hitched at the exquisite warm press of your sticky clit against his skin. “micha—m-micha,” you whimpered his name, greediness tainting in every sway.
he nuzzled your neck with a needy grunt, and oh how your body delectably responds upon feeling every fan of his warm breath against your skin.
it felt so damn good.
“you wanna cum, schatz?” he whispers, eyeing the glistening trail of wetness on his skin.
you nod, chanting his name in faint whispers.
damn. how you turned him on with your desperation. he hissed, wrapping his hand around your neck, “m-micha!” you gasped, your pussy clamping onto nothingness at his harsh gesture, urging you to do more for him.
“that’s right. work for it. cum for me, schatz. ” he whispers, his voice laced with danger—malice—gutturally moaning your name as he squeezed the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips against his warmth—imprudently.
warnings: thigh riding, slight choking on micha's part, ooc or nah ig?.
꒰ ㆍ 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝ ꒰ ㆍ 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.ᐟ ㆍ ⸝⸝
𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
pathetic. that's what you were. your hips stuttered as you swayed back and forth—cautiously and needily—brazenly riding his thighs. sae’s thighs were straight ahead of him, his feet flat, arm muscles flexing in the slightest as he held your hips, guiding you with your maintained rhythmic pace.
it's sinful. immoral. dishonoring. yet suddenly it isn't—not when your desires and needs overshadowed your shame. lucky for you, sae was feeling thoughful enough today to let you do whatever you pleased.
“sae…sae…” you chanted his name like it were the only word you knew. your hips ruts faster, needier, racing towards your release. sae groans, his cheeks tinged with crimson as he locked eyes with your glistening ones.
“shh s’okay, go on,” he murmured breathlessly, nails gnawing into your skin as you rolled your hips with a lascivious hum. he leaned his head back, swallowing a low groan. “s-shit, love,” he cursed under his breath upon feeling the warm gush of your essence on his thigh—you came.
you whimpered at your ecstatic release with a slow circling motion of your hip, creating friction against your clit as you rode out your high. sae huffs, inclining his head back down, gazing beneath at how your slick folds exquisitely pressed against his skin. “one more, please?” you bit your lip, glinting eyes searching for his with permission, need, insatiable desire.
freeing one arm from your hips, he cupped your cheek before pulling you close for a kiss. “fuck yes. go on, love. go crazy for me.” he groans before nuzzling your neck, igniting his desires.
𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑
“it's cute how desperate you get with just my thigh, don't you think, schatz?” you heard him say, snapping you out of your drunken daze.
you only mewled, lips parting as you panted with every movement you made. “look at you,” he cooed, eyeing your messy state—how you desperately clawed at his shoulders for balance as you continued with your pleasuring deed, how you bit your lip from the delectable sensation his thighs radiated against your cunt, and how your legs trembled needily—such an amusing picturesque in his eyes. “does my thigh make you feel good, hm?” he hums, his slight grip on your hips eliciting a moan from you.
“y-yes, so good—s-so good,” you moaned, your lips trembling as you bit your lip.
oh michael knew exactly what he's doing. you shuddered, mewling gutturally as your hips ruts faster—back and forth—reaching your forming euphoria. michael leaned his head back, groaning, his breath hitched at the exquisite warm press of your sticky clit against his skin. “micha—m-micha,” you whimpered his name, greediness tainting in every sway.
he nuzzled your neck with a needy grunt, and oh how your body delectably responds upon feeling every fan of his warm breath against your skin.
it felt so damn good.
“you wanna cum, schatz?” he whispers, eyeing the glistening trail of wetness on his skin.
you nod, chanting his name in faint whispers.
damn. how you turned him on with your desperation. he hissed, wrapping his hand around your neck, “m-micha!” you gasped, your pussy clamping onto nothingness at his harsh gesture, urging you to do more for him.
“that’s right. work for it. cum for me, schatz. ” he whispers, his voice laced with danger—malice—gutturally moaning your name as he squeezed the flesh of your ass, guiding your hips against his warmth—imprudently.
in which your ex michael kaiser provokes your new boyfriend yoichi isagi until he finally breaks
warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, world cup au, female!reader, teasing, pet names (baby, sweetheart, babe), dirty talk, yoichi punches his ass lmfao, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, they're so MEAN im creaming, they both have filthy fucking mouths, face grabbing, praise, oral (f), fingering, squirting, cum eating, dom!isagi will be the death of me, some mxm yes gawd, hair grabbing, ass slapping, pussy slapping, finger sucking, choking, backshots, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, masturbation, multiple orgasms, yoichi loves to be humiliated and kaiser be bossed around highkey
wc ⋆.˚ 5.6k
disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults
a/n ⋆.˚ my blue lock debut omg hope y'all like it!! def wanna write more for them in the future. a whole lot going on here and im fucking drooling all over my screen oh my god this was purely self indulgent bc i need them both at the same damn time idgaf
there’s a quiet discomfort resting in your chest leading up to saturday’s match. it’s nothing to do with your boyfriend, yoichi isagi, and if he’ll lead japan to victory in the quarter finals, but rather who they are up against.
it’s void of concerns over sports and soccer. it’s simply the reality that he will be there.
michael kaiser.
the two of you dated for three years, only for him to completely brush you aside for soccer alone. you understood, because it’s his entire life, the blood that runs through his veins from the minute he wakes up until he falls asleep. yet, there are countless other players that have no issue balancing their love lives with the demands of the sport. your break up? it tore you to pieces.
you two had met during your sports internship abroad in college, where you were assigned to help manage their team in germany during your senior year. being in close quarters to a number of beautiful and single men, well, it was only natural you’d fall for one of them. kaiser was the first to approach you, offering to treat you to a meal as a thank you for all of your help in management. a seemingly innocent gesture turned into one too many drinks and ending up in his bed. of course, in order not to mix work with play, you strictly put up boundaries after that night– but slowly, they began to crumble. in your last month of the internship, he asked you out on an official date, and the rest is history.
you had every plan to stay and work in your hometown after graduating, but with your relationship with kaiser seemingly progressing, you made the decision to move to germany. it was, perhaps, a stupid move as a twenty-one-year-old freshly out of college– you knew no one except your boyfriend and the rest of his team– yet, you loved the country as a whole and knew the language well, so you figured, why not?
things were perfect at first, as all new relationships always seem to be. but as the months passed, and one year turned into two, then three, it wasn’t hard to notice that kaiser was slipping away from you.
“i’m late for practice.”
“sorry, i won’t be back until after midnight. too much training.”
“eat dinner without me.”
the excuses were nearly if not daily, and little by little, your unbothered exterior began to crack.
kaiser was confused the night you broke. he truly didn’t recognize his own neglectful behaviour, so hearing you confront him about it was a shock, to say the least.
“you’re never here anymore!” you yell, tears flooding your eyes, “could you even still call yourself a partner?”
kaiser hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “what? of course i’m still your partner! i love you, y/n, you know that!” he’s defensive, frustration searing in his chest. “i’m doing this for us!”
the room goes quiet for a moment, and then your throat cracks. “no,” you laugh, deflated, “you’re doing this for you.”
after the break up, you got in contact with an old college acquaintance who worked at fifa and managed to snag yourself a three-month gig in japan. that’s how you ended up here, just a little over a year later, sitting in the living room of you and yoichi’s shared apartment. you were offered a full-time position with japan’s national team after your contract concluded, but decided to move into another related position away from them in order to have a healthy distance between your work and personal life since you and yoichi started dating near the end of it. make no mistake, though, the distance from the team had no effect on your loyalty, you still rarely missed a game– especially one as important as the fifa world cup quarter finals.
yoichi’s focused on reviewing the video playback of the last match, carefully taking note of what to do and what to avoid for the upcoming game. your head is resting on his shoulder, just scrolling mindlessly through your phone whilst munching on a bag of pretzels.
“i was too far to the left there,” he says aloud, pointing at the tv screen. you chuckle, finding his little instructive self-talk adorable.
“you ready to kick ass?” you ask him, tearing his attention away from his analysis just for a moment. you sit up and turn your body to face him, cupping his cheeks as his eyes meet yours.
“absolutely,” he says confidently, “i’ll send them back to germany in fucking tears.”
you laugh as you lean in and kiss him softly. he melts into your touch, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you onto his lap. you hum against his mouth as you sink into his hips. “i’d love to see that, actually,” you smirk as you back away for a moment, “especially kaiser,” yoichi flinches at the mention of your ex’s name, eyes flooding with a glint of rage and determination. he hadn’t seen him since the second phase of blue lock, and he was shocked to know you two used to be in a relationship. naturally, he hated him even more after you recounted your history to him. “if you manage to do it,” you lower your eyes enticingly, “i’ll fuck you into the next match.”
yoichi groans, and you feel his cock twitch beneath you. “fuck,” he groans, “why did you say that when i need to reserve all of my energy for tomorrow?”
you bite your lip with a faux innocence, then swipe your tongue across his mouth. he sighs, drinking you in instantly. “because,” you start, “it’ll motivate you to win. i’m giving you a little extra ego boost.”
his cock is already leaking at this point, desperate for release. you just had to go and be a tease when it was in his best interest to stay away from… strenuous activity for the day. of course you fucking did.
“you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he groans, throwing his head back against the couch. his rough fingertips are still digging at your sides. “can i at least eat you out? i can come just from that alone, you know this. give me something, pretty please?” he begs, eyes big and so goddamn needy.
you tsk, then slap his arm playfully. “patience, baby,” you tease, “if you wait, it’ll be even better than you imagined.”
your unknown foreshadowing would, in fact, bring him an unexpected– life-changing, in truth– experience.
✧･ﾟ: ✧
the bustling stadium and endless chatter infiltrates your lungs much like the overwhelming scent of hot dogs, french fries, and anxiety.
you couldn’t enjoy just being a fan at the moment, because yoichi’s got you pressed tautly against his chest as he tries to push you both through the intruding swarm of paparazzi. this was the only thing he absolutely despised about his job. he sucks in his teeth, blatantly ignoring all of the questions being thrown at him, squeezing his fists to control himself in response to the ones that were extremely inappropriate. no, he wasn’t going to tell the reporters how good you were in bed. why the fuck did they assume a question like that was okay to ask in the first place?
he lets out a dramatic exhale in relief when you two are finally inside the vip area, tilting his head downwards to make sure you’re alright whilst he releases you from his grip. “everything okay?” he asks, sending you an apologetic smile. “i know that part is always hell.”
you nod, not saying much, just allowing your body to calm itself down. you were just happy to know he hates the paparazzi just as much as you do. “i’m okay,” you promise, after regaining your composure.
he kisses the top of your head delicately before taking his leave to get ready for the match, then do a few interviews before warm-up. you’re seated in the catering area, picking at a few snacks to pass the time. soon, you find yourself in conversation with some of your former coworkers, enjoying their company and betting– without money, in this case– on moves and plays the boys will showcase during the game.
“yoichi’s volley shot was crazy in practice the other night,” angel, the current team manager, expresses in admiration. “i hope he can pull it off again today.”
“he showed me the footage bachira captured,” you add, “he’s really come such a long way, hasn’t he?”
“absolutely. in just two years, he’s already making headway towards being one of the greatest strikers the world has ever seen.”
your heart warms at the compliment. hearing others speak so highly of him, recognizing his skill and all of the hard work he has poured into his passion for soccer, makes your chest pleasantly tight.
deeply tucked away in the locker rooms, though, yoichi is receiving the opposite of praise and directly in his face.
“yoichi isagi,” kaiser patronizes him, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, “japan’s alleged top striker and, per my own personal vote, homewrecker.”
yoichi slams his locker shut with a threatening slam. “shut the fuck up, kaiser,” he hisses, nostrils flaring as he turns around to face him. he fully expected this, but the preparation didn’t cause him to feel any less irritated. “i didn’t wreck anything, you lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“lost?” he smirks, stepping closer. yoichi’s cheeks are red with anger, heart thumping wildly in his chest. the few players who remained in the locker room with them tried their best to ignore the fight. “no, you have it all wrong, my friend.” he laughs cockily. “i haven’t lost anything, because i know she’ll come back soon enough.”
“you’re delusional,” yoichi spits.
“that,” kaiser leans over, breath hot against is ear, “would be you.”
you’re probably the only one in the entire crowd that can sense the tension radiating between yoichi and kaiser throughout the game, at least, the amount itself. most people just assume its the usual sports rivalry, but you knew better; the mutual distaste ran far deeper than the two of them just being on opposing teams during an intense match. when you were dating kaiser, it was never broadcast to the public like you and yoichi, so no one in the stadium had any incentive to think their dark chemistry was anything more than standard athletic competition.
yoichi’s panting as his impressive footwork slips past the final defender, eyes aiming clearly on a superb shot to break the tie in the first half.
“even if you win this game,” kaiser’s low, arrogant voice strikes yoichi in his chest as he suddenly appears beside him, “y/n is still going to leave you.”
yoichi grits his teeth, shoving his shoulder into kaiser’s chest to push him aside and fully clear his path for the shot. kaiser's laugh is boisterous as he steals the ball, performing a diagonal switch to change its direction.
“son of a bitch,” yoichi curses, glaring at him.
kaiser just smiles, sending him a condescending wink. “better luck next time, pretty boy.”
no one dares to say a word to yoichi when they’re back in the locker room after the game has concluded. he’s enraged, digging his nails into his palms as his head ruminates over every missed calculation in his plays.
“shit!” he groans, dropping his forehead onto the shower wall in defeat from the loss, “we almost fucking had it.”
you’re waiting inside the locker room for him to finish up, the rest of the players having filed out and leaving him on his own.
that is, until kaiser swings open the door, face dripping in sweat as he chugs a water bottle. you freeze, gaze landing on him. his eyes grow wide at first, but soon fall into something dark, more predatory.
“well, look who it is,” he smirks, “my beloved y/n.”
you scoff. “‘my beloved’? are you serious?”
“aw, didn’t you miss me?” he teases.
“you wish, asshole.”
he laughs, walking past you towards his locker without another word. you stay where you are, arms crossed as you just watch him. he knows that you are, purposefully removing his soaked undershirt slowly and tossing it aside. your breath hitches in your throat as his back muscles flex, heart dropping to your stomach.
you couldn’t look away.
“i’ve been meaning to ask you,” kaiser says suddenly, turning around to face you. he steps forward until only a few inches remain between you. “does yoichi know?”
“know what exactly?”
“that you like to be fucked raw and mean?”
your eyes shoot wide, lips parting from his audacity. “what the hell?” you seethe. “that’s none of your business.”
“so, no.”
you’re gritting your teeth now, finger shoved threateningly into his chest. “i advise you to shut up right now before i slap you.”
kaiser’s lids lower and he grabs your wrist to pry you off of him. your thighs clench, and fuck, it isn’t subtle at all. your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “baby, i think you want me to slap you.”
“what the fuck is going on?”
yoichi’s question cuts through you like a knife as your eyes quickly move from kaiser to where he’s standing, glistening, clean body dripping water droplets onto the floor as his towel sits low on his hips.
“there he is,” kaiser chuckles. “japan’s little firecracker.”
“why are your hands still on my girl?” he spits, ignoring his insult and shuffling over to your side, ripping you out of his hold.
kaiser licks his teeth. “careful, yoichi,” he hums, “you’re gonna make her pretty cunt drip all over the floor if you grab her like that.”
yoichi’s fist is already meeting kaiser’s face before you have a chance to speak, hand flying over your mouth in shock. kaiser snickers, throwing his forearm up to stop yoichi from being able to reach him a second time.
“stop fighting!” you yell.
yoichi always immediately turns soft when it comes to you. he lowers his fist seconds later, slowly lifting himself from the floor. he doesn’t help kaiser back up to his feet, though. he didn’t deserve that.
kaiser wipes the blood from his cheek as he stumbles to stand back up. “feisty, aren’t you?” he hisses in pain from the bruise that’s already forming.
“damn right, i am,” yoichi sneers, “especially when it comes to y/n.”
“yeah, well i don’t think you’re feisty enough for her filthy tastes.” your stomach twists with something you’re scared to admit right then and your eyes dart towards the floor. “go on, sweetheart, why don’t you tell him?” he taunts. “why don’t you tell him exactly what you need right now? you know i can sense it, right?” his face is smug, evil, "i could never forget how your pretty body reacts to my words.”
yoichi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between him and you. “what’s he talking about, babe?” he asks calmly.
your palms rub up and down your arms as you clench around nothing. you loved yoichi and he was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. but, you couldn’t deny how badly your body still craved for kaiser’s touch even till this day. yoichi gave you everything, and it never went without your appreciation and satisfaction. yet, still, a tiny piece of you remained unfulfilled.
“babe?” he repeats, face morphing into concern.
“let me spell it out for you,” kaiser steps in, his body now essentially caging both you and yoichi against the wall. “she wants me to bully her with my cock, because you don’t do it for her.”
a small gasp leaves yoichi’s throat, his eyes still resting on you. with your body language, he can easily tell that kaiser’s words are right. he’s still for a moment, like he’s thinking, calculating his next move.
then, something snaps in him, and he’s gripping your chin to force you to look back up at him. “look at me,” his voice is strained, cold, eyes devoid of colour in a way you’ve never seen before. you inhale sharply as your glassy irises finally meet his. you’re shaking, heart thumping wildly against your chest. yoichi laughs in that moment, one mixed with amusement and jealousy. “wow,” he whistles, “so, he’s right?”
“yoichi–”
“no, no,” he holds his hand up to silence you, “i get it.” he walks over towards the locker room door and clicks the lock. you look at him in both confusion and anticipation. “i wanna see exactly what he’s talking about.” he sits down on the edge of one of the benches a few feet away as his gaze burns holes into you. “i wanna see how he ruins you, since he’s so confident i don’t know how to fuck my girlfriend properly.”
you open your mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. yoichi chuckles, rage boiling inside of him and it makes his cock throb more than it probably should. he looks at kaiser, then nods, giving him his blessing to have his way with you. “go ahead,” he coos, “make her come like the nasty fucking girl she is all over this damn locker room floor.”
kaiser’s smile is sinful as he traps you between his arms, but he doesn’t touch you yet. he just watches how you react, how your face twitches from his breath ghosting over your face, how your legs tremble beneath you.
“what do you want me to do first, hm?” he asks you, one hand moving to cup your jaw. your eyes flutter shut before you can even decide how to respond. he licks his lips as his thumb comes to rest against yours. “want my fingers in your mouth? or maybe you want my tongue on your pussy?”
“please,” you choke out involuntarily, eyes flickering immediately past kaiser’s shoulder to yoichi. he hasn’t moved his eyes off of you, still leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees in focus. he sends you one of the most heinous smiles you’ve ever seen originate from him and you lose it. “god, please, i need your mouth on my fucking cunt,” you beg kaiser, but you’re staring at your boyfriend.
yoichi smirks, mouthing ‘good girl’ to you as kaiser drops to his knees.
kaiser’s tongue is unforgiving as it slides across your folds, calloused fingers digging deep into your thighs to keep you upright. you’re steadying your eyes on yoichi as your lids lower and lips quiver in ecstasy. kaiser moans loudly into your cunt, shaking his head left and right to coat his entire face with your sweet slick.
“f–fuck,” you exhale, hands lifting to grip his strands. you can’t help yourself as you grind hard against his mouth, desperate panting breaths dripping from your tongue. “y–yoichi,” you moan your boyfriend's name, fucked-out, glossy eyes dialating exponentially with each flick of kaiser’s tongue on your puffy clit.
yoichi leans back against the wall, lips smug as he watches you fall apart on your ex boyfriend for him.
“hear that, kai?” yoichi purrs, “she’s saying my fucking name.”
kaiser growls into your cunt as he lifts a hand to grip the plush skin of your ass before giving it a hard slap. your throat cracks and you nearly lose your balance, fingers tugging at his hair firmly as you try to catch yourself.
you hear yoichi hiss from the bench. “fuck, you like that? you like it rough?”
“god– fuck, yeah– yes, oh, god!” you cry, nearly about to lose yourself. kaiser laughs against you as he moves his tongue mercilessly along your bundle of nerves, sweet kitten-licks and long stripes from your needy hole up to cup your clit over and over again.
yochi’s face drops into an expression of dark, dirty tenacity as he finally stands up from the bench to approach you and kaiser. you thought he was going to tell him to stop, but instead, he pries your hands away from his hair so he can grip it himself. kaiser groans at the tension, thrums of bliss pushing you closer to orgasm.
yoichi’s leaning over now, mouth resting right beside his ear. he tugs roughly at his hair and hums, “stick a finger in at the last second, right before she comes. she loves that shit. didn’t you know?”
kaiser wants to be mad, because he actually wasn’t aware of that, but he’s too lost in your scent and taste to care. he does exactly what yoichi says, shoving his finger into your greedy hole just mere moments before you release.
with a sharp cry, you squirt all over his face, body convulsing as he pumps in and out of you and sucks at your puffy nub to help you ride through it. “mmm’fuck!”
“thatta girl,” yoichi praises, “get him aaaall nice and soaked for me.” he forces kaiser’s head away from you and kisses him messily, licking every drop of your cum off of his lips. they both moan in unison at the taste of you mixed with each other. “god, baby,” yoichi groans once he pulls away, “you’re so fucking sweet.” he wasn’t sure if he was talking to just you or you and kaiser.
kaiser stands up from the floor, one hand resting at your hip whilst the other lifts to cup your cheek. he leans in and kisses you slowly, just for a moment, until yoichi is rolling his eyes and tsking, pulling him off. “that’s enough.”
kaiser feels so… submissive in that moment.
you’re still trying to catch your breath when yoichi turns your body around and slams your chest against the wall. he rips your shirt off over your head before pressing open mouth kisses and sloppily licks all along your bare shoulders and neck. you shiver, palms pressing against the wall for leverage. his fingers slip between your dripping, sticky folds, then he sends it a hard slap. you choke out a moan, spit coating your pretty, red lips.
“here’s what we’re gonna do,” yoichi starts, “i’m going to fuck your needy little pussy first, then i’m going to let kai here stuff you full,” he bites down on your earlobe as he sends a second smack to your pussy, “and then you’re gonna decide which one of us actually knows how to ruin you properly.” you whimper as you nibble at your bottom lip. “sound good?”
you nod profusely, walls pulsing with need for both of them to make a wreck out of you like you weren’t already a fucking mess.
yoichi frees himself, then slides his length through your folds to prep himself for you, fisting his girthy length a few times to make sure he’s all perfect and hard for you. he lets out an elongated sigh when he finally pushes into you, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other your ass cheek. his teeth sink into your neck as he begins to move, slowly at first, making sure you feel every ridge of his big, fat cock against your walls.
“y–yoichi,” you whine, wriggling your ass against him, “move– hic– faster, p–please.”
“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, almost mockingly, “why didn’t you ever tell me you love being destroyed?” he pulls back near completely out of your hole, then slams back down into you hard. “poor little pussy has been neglected for so long because i didn’t know.”
his condescending blame causes heat to flood to your stomach, and you clench around his cock so greedily. he growls, shoving it deeper into your stomach.
“i–i wasn’t sure if you were into– ah– into that.”
he breaks out into a dark laugh from your assumption. “god, do you even know me? after an entire year together, you still haven’t caught on to my big fucking ego?” he moves your body away from the wall forcefully and bends you over a bench. you choke as his tip pistons into your deepest pleasure point, hands gripping the seat to red and white knuckles. “maybe it’ll finally click in that pretty little brain of yours after i’m done here with you.”
you nearly forgot kaiser was still there. your eyes look up at him for a moment to see he’s watching intensely, as if he’s trying to figure out what his counterplay is going to be when its his turn; to convince you that he knows how to fuck you best.
yoichi’s hand reaches around the front of you to grab your neck, shoving his thumb into your mouth simultaneously. he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, teeth gritting at the beautiful, loud smacks of his pelvis against your skin.
“fuck, fuck!” you scream, head tempting to fall limp, but yoichi’s hand keeps it steady upright, “gonna make me fucking come–”
“just from my cock alone?” he smirks. “god, baby, your pussy loves me so much.” you're drooling all over his hands, cheeks flushed as you near falling apart for the second time. you bite down on his finger as he hits your sweet spot perfectly, cunt squeezing his cock with need. “you about to come, baby?” he coos, “can feel you getting so fucking wet f’me.”
“i–i’m so close,” you huff, sweaty strands of hair falling in front of your face. you groan as his veiny shaft glides across your g-spot, legs shaking as you begin to fall apart for him.
“good girl,” yoichi praises, “let me feel you.” you release all of your sweet juices with a long blissful hum, ass moving to meet him halfway as you desperately throw yourself back onto him.
yoichi’s breaths fall short as you continuously clench around him through your orgasm. “gonna fill up this pretty little cunt,” he bites down on his lip and chokes out a moan as he releases hot ropes of white into your warm walls. “yeah, take it just like that,” he gasps, hips stuttering as his thrusts begin to slow, “god, you’re so fucking good to me.”
he collapses onto your back, your body still shaking violently as the sweetest, prettiest whimpers sneak past your lips. yoichi plants soft kisses along your spine before gently removing himself from you and helping you to sit down on the bench.
your fucked-out face is the prettiest sight he’s ever seen in his life. he moves in closer and kisses you gentle and slow for a while, tongue sliding into your mouth in the most comforting way.
he smiles down at you proudly as he leans back up, full with every bit of deserved confidence from how good he just fucked you.
then, he remembered it wasn’t stopping there. he looks at kaiser, face still full of arrogance, as he just silently steps away to make space for him.
kaiser swallows hard, slowly approaching you. he was so sure of himself before, but now? after watching the way yoichi fucked you into next week, he wasn’t anymore.
“k–kai,” the way you whine his name and how you’re looking at him, so dazed and needy, sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. if he wasn’t hard enough before, fuck, he was now.
“what do you need, sweetheart?” he thrums softly like he isn’t about to break you, “does your sweet little pussy need my cock, hm?” you nod, lips slightly in a pout as you immediately open your legs for him. his breath hitches in his throat with how compliant you are. “fuck, you’re such a good girl, already knowing just what to do.”
you stare at his thick girth once it’s in view, salivating at the thought of him being inside of you again. yoichi stiffens, because he notices, but doesn’t step in to stop it. he agreed to this. he was too deep into his ego to let it go. he needed to prove he was better than your ex.
your breaths are uneven as kaiser slides into you, his long length bottoming you out instantly. you're already whimpering from the sensitivity as you throb around him.
“ah– shit,” you hiss, “you feel so g–good.”
“yeah?” kaiser thrusts deeper and harder and you yelp, “you missed me?”
you don’t want to say yes, but your mouth moves before your mind can stop you. “fuck, yeah.”
yoichi’s heart tugs from your words, but not from jealousy– humiliation. and he loved it. he loved the sickening feeling it gave him. he loved the thought of sharing you to destroy himself. this situation opened his eyes to how vanilla your sex life actually was; showed him all of the crazy, kinky, suppressed desires he had dormant that just needed the perfect moment to manifest. fuck, there was no way things could go back to that after this.
you let out the prettiest cry, “harder, kai,” and kaiser can’t do anything but listen to your plea.
he picks you up by your waist and presses you up against the lockers with a loud slam, thrusting into your greedy hole with resolve. he bites your jaw, running his wet tongue across your skin with every unforgiving thrust of his hips into yours.
“fuck,” kaiser growls, “you’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart.”
“keep go– shit, right there,” you gasp, “right fucking there!”
kaiser moves faster, his moans competing with yours. “you hear that yoichi?” he taunts, “hear how loud she’s getting for me?”
yoichi can’t help himself as he grips his leaky cock and fists it to the sight of your ex wrecking you. “fill her up, kai,” he huffs, throat cracking. he looks down for a moment to see his wet, creamy shaft coat his hand and groans. he felt like he was being used right then, and he loved every second of it. “shit,” he hisses, head falling back against the wall as he continues watching you two through his droopy eyelids. “give it to her,” he adds, “ruin her fucking cunt f’me.”
kaiser obliges. it seemed like he actually enjoyed taking orders.
“ah, fuck!” you cry, nails digging into his spine as your wrap your arms around him. your eyes roll as you feel him pound into your stomach. “i’m gonna fucking come!”
kaiser growls as he feels you start to spill all over him, grip on your ass growing firmer with each deep thrust. “just so you know, yoichi,” he huffs breathlessly, pulsing inside of your walls, “i can make her come with just my cock, too.”
he spurts his hot seed into your hole as you finally let go, allowing all of your sweet slick to drip out of you and all over him. you hear yoichi moan loudly, cursing under his breath as he comes onto his fist.
kaiser’s panting into the crook of your neck as he comes to a still, your arms still wrapped around him for leverage. he gently removes himself from you and sits you down on the bench again, permitting you time to pull yourself together.
the room reeks of sweat, sex, and unspoken secrets as the three of you quietly calm again. once you do, the rush of dopamine begins to dissipate and reality sets in. you’re all looking between each other, wondering where to go from here. clearly, you still harboured some level of feelings for kaiser and vice versa. yet, it was very obvious that you felt deeply for yoichi, and much more than the latter.
“thank you,” you say to kaiser, “this was probably the best sex i’ve had in a while,” he’s confused for a moment of where the conversation is going. you continue speaking, “but my heart rests with yoichi now.” you send him an apologetic smile.
kaiser’s heart sinks, but not as much as he expects it to. he knew all along that, in the end, your choice would most likely be yoichi. he wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and no amount of good fucking could make up for that. he lets out a sigh of defeat, but accepts your decision. “yeah,” he laughs deflated, “i kind of figured.”
yoichi wants to one-up him arrogantly about it, but doesn’t, almost feeling bad for the guy.
back in the apartment, yoichi’s rubbing sweet circles into your plush thighs as you lay together on the couch, watching an episode of your favourite tv series. he plants a kiss onto your neck and you sigh.
“can i ask you something?” you question.
he lifts his head to look down at you. “shoot.”
“why did you agree to earlier?” you ask. “why did you allow me and my ex to fuck, and literally in front of you?”
he laughs at that, but his smile is sincere. “like i said, i have a big fucking ego. i had something i wanted to prove,” he says, “but i also discovered there’s a lot more i’m into that i just never allowed myself to explore.”
“like?”
“humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism– literally everything i didn’t know i wanted until now.”
“hmm,” you think, rolling onto your back so you can look straight at him. “with all of that being said, would you ever want to do something like that again?”
he lifts his brow at you with a smirk. “do you?”
you shrug, “maybe,” then smile wickedly, “but it’d have to be kaiser. only him. i’m not interested in another dick that isn’t yours or his,” you admit, honestly and openly.
yoichi expected himself to be angry at the suggestion, but instead, it made his heart skip a beat. “yeah,” he chuckles, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips, “i was thinking the exact same thing.”
Your man is a real lover, he can’t help it. He needs to show how much he loves you through deliberate, slow rolls of his hips and sweet words that pour out his lips like honey. He’s so perfect you could cry, both from pleasure and gratitude for finding a man as sweet as him.
But there’s a part of you that wishes to see what Julien Loki looks like when he’s not being gentle with you. One that has been yearning for him to let go of his inhibitions and fuck you like he hates your guts for once.
It sounds like ungratefulness when you catch yourself thinking such things, yet you can’t help it. You know that deep down your boyfriend is holding back as well. Whenever he comes back to his team’s hotel with you after a match, you can feel him restraining himself from letting all the spare adrenaline in his system take over his body and make him go as crazy as he wants. Every time he starts to speed up his pace on moments like that he catches himself and slows down right after, whispering ‘sorry cherié’ and ‘did i hurt you?’ in your ear as you tell him repeatedly that you’re okay before he continues with his more cautious pace.
You don’t mind the fact that your boyfriend is more geared towards being vanilla, but you’ve seen how fast Julien can be. Like come on, speed is literally this man’s trademark, if he doesn’t mind showcasing it to the entire world when he’s on the field, why is he so afraid of showing it to you in bed as well?
It has reached a point where you feel like you need to tell him that it is okay for him to let go a little bit.
Hence you’re here now, beneath him under the soft glow of the moon outside as he rolls his hips into you, tortuously slow as per usual. It obviously doesn’t feel bad, Loki always pleases you and he fucks good, but tonight you will get this man to dick you down one way or another.
Loki’s tip brushes against your sweet spot with each one of his thrusts, making you call out his name like a prayer. All the heavenly sounds you make always get to his head “Nghh…fuck, Julien."
“I know mon cœur…i know…” he eats up all those sweet noises you’re making as he kisses you and teases your clit just right. They put him in a state of trance that causes his pace to pick up, leading to more of them pouring out of your lips. Unfortunately he’s quick to notice he’s letting his control slip out of his hands as soon as you let out a broken whimper. “S-shit sweetheart…I’m sorry, did I go too fast—?”
“Baby, it’s fine…I like it like that actually…”
“Hah, is that so? I don’t want to hurt you cherié…”
“you won’t…you can go as fast as you want, I promise.” His breath hitches when he hears you say that. He’s been holding back for so long in fear of hurting you, just to find that he’s been depriving you of what you actually want? “I can handle it Ju…just give it to me please…”
You didn’t need to say anything else.
Loki’s pace goes from slow and sweet, to him absolutely drilling you within seconds, and you feel like you’re in heaven right now. Loki grunts at the feeling of you clutching around him desperately and of your nails digging into his back. He’s still hitting all those spots that have you screaming and begging for more in his ear, and he’s really regretting not going like this on you earlier. You’ve never sounded like this before and Loki feels like he’s getting addicted to it already.
“T-this is what you wanted this whole time? For me to use you like this?” You could barely speak at this point. You couldn’t formulate coherent thoughts either. All your brain could think about was how good your man was fucking you right now. So you stuck to nodding as an answer, but that didn’t satisfy him at all.
He needed to hear you say it.
“Words, mon amour…” he grunted, just as absorbed in the pleasure of your encounter as you. “Use them or I'll stop.”
“No, Julien ! Don't stop pleasee!”
“That’s what I want to hear…now hold onto me, yeah? Let me show you how fast I can really be.”
an — two smuts in the span of a day...im becoming a pervert of sex...i need to chill...also not proofread. yall know the drill at this point lmaooo
in today's broadcast: sae itoshi's sweet girl insist on joining him to practice, only to get hit in the head with a stray ball! your boyfriend's teammates are such meanies! luckily, he is willing to make up for it (it was not his fault) "i told her to stay home," sae sighs, side-eyeing the interviewer in annoyance.
MDNI cw: smut, fem!reader, sae playing w ur pussy into unprotected piv, u can't convince me that sae is made for any other type of gf than a spoiled one (whom he spoiled himself)
"no."
"but saee-uhhh," you drape yourself over him, arms wrapped around his waist, forehead banging gently against his back. it does nothing to stop him from putting on his shoes, unfortunately. "i don't wanna be alooonee..!"
he sighs, looking back at you over his shoulder. your expression mimics that of a kicked puppy, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't melting his resolve even the tiniest bit.
but, the horror of his lukewarm teammates seeing his pretty thing more than necessary is still stronger.
"i'll wear that one set you like so much this evening if you take me with you," you try, batting your lashes.
tempting, as you would be in anything. to no avail, the answer remains the same, "i need to go now."
he turns away, hearing you stomp your foot, "fine! i'll just ask shidou to take me with him, then. i'm sure he does want to see me."
sae's eyes narrow, head snapping back to look at you. shidou has been trying to get both into his and your pants, he's not leaving you alone with him. ever. "fine. hurry up."
the aforementioned pain in the ass hasn't wasted a single opportunity to get under sae's skin even since he met you on accident when you came to pick your boyfriend up after a match. be it a sly look here and there, or a sneakily placed hand on your waist, paired with a low whisper telling you how good of a time he can provide.
sae is definitely not oblivious to those advances, given that he was the subject of them himself ever since the two met. despite his reluctance to take you with him, the way he caresses your thigh while you're in his passenger seat tells you enough. he's glad it's not shidou you decided to share a car with, like the good girl he knows you can sometimes be.
but even then, the situation right now isn't particularly ideal either. the scorching heat made you conclude that the tiniest sundress you own is the perfect outfit to go out in. you look outrageously gorgeous. the problem being, he's definitely not the only one to think so.
which is only confirmed when his teammates catch a glimpse of you in the stands, luckily shaded over so you don't cook in the burning sun.
oliver is the first one to saunter over, emboldened by sae still being busy in the locker room. you can tell from a mile away, the sleaziness in his smile, the glint in his eyes as his gaze rakes over your soft, barely-clad body. so much for one of the most gentlemanly men on the team.
"good morning to you, sweetheart," he nods, greeting you. they've barely done any warm-ups, and yet his hair is already sticking to the sweat on his forehead.
you nod back, a bright smile on your face. sae agreeing to take you with him, even under the threat of going with shidou if he didn't, put you in an absolutely wonderful mood, "good morning, oliver."
"can't believe sae would allow us such eye candy," he teases, "every time he allows us even as much as a glimpse, you manage to look even more beautiful than the last time we saw you."
his honeyed words bring a heat with them you did not expect, eyes widening. unsure now if the sun heat up the field even more, or if oliver simply managed to heat you up himself, causing you to turn up the hand-held fan sae graciously provided for you before he went off to change.
"oh, that's so sweet-"
"why are you talking to her?" that monotone voice you love so much luckily puts you out of the flustering situation.
oliver puts his hands up in surrender, smirk widening as his eyes dart between you and your boyfriend, "simply appreciating the view, can't fault me for that, can you?"
sae doesn't answer that, eyes merely following oliver as the latter steps away with one last wink sent your way. once he's gone, your boyfriend steps closer to you, and passes you a bottle of water.
"don't dry out," he chides, one brow raised, waiting for you to challenge him somehow. especially since what he just did could be seen as a public display of jealousy. something he's not really known for doing.
you stick out your tongue at him, "same goes for you, now gimme a kiss."
he eyes you for a second, but even he can't resist the utterly sinful way you're looking right now. a little sweaty, beads rolling down into your plush bosom, gently squeezed together by the tightness of the top of your dress. your face is clearly flushed, eyes half lidded from the heat taking up much more energy from just existing. it reminds him of his privilege to see you like this even with the temperatures not working in his favor.
with a simple, yet loving in his own sae way kiss, he makes his way onto the field, actively ignoring the teasing thrown his way by his teammates.
most of your time is spent in boredom, staring at the vague silhouette of your boyfriend definitely side-eying his team. sometimes on your phone, blowing a cheeky kiss over to sae whenever he passes near.
it's a miracle the pink-haired demon hasn't come anywhere near you yet. he's there, you can hear him, but he's nowhere to be found near the side of the field where you're sitting. perhaps sae has something to do with it, or maybe it's something to do with the ball currently flying towards your face.
your handheld fan clatters to the ground as pain shoots through your head. dead-center on your forehead, the ball bounces off with a sickening thump!
you cry out, clutching your head. tears well in your eyes, nose clogging up. shouldn't the ball have lost most of its momentum over such a long distance? technicalities don't really matter anyway, all you know is the sting against your skin and the few distant 'oof's' you hear from those who witnessed it.
sae is by your side in no time, together with a sheepish, but not really, shidou who you can only guess is the cause behind the stray ball. his eyes hungrily scanning over your body. teary eyes only adding to your sweet look.
an annoyed sigh accompanies sae's examination of your face, eyes betraying the concern he actually feels. "get her some ice, you demon," he throws over his shoulder at the culprit. soft hands caress over your tear-stained cheeks, "i told you to stay home," he frowns.
sniffling, you manage a glare, "boo me for wanting to be near you."
he huffs, expression softening in that one way only you can really recognize. before he can surprise you with any more softness the man of the hour arrives with an ice pack. a sly smile on his face as he passes it directly to you, ignoring sae's outstretched hand. "my bad, princess."
the coolness soothes your thumping forehead just enough to make you forget about the giant bruise this will likely result in. with a strained smile you muster up a: "thank you."
"i'll be taking her home," sae starts gathering your stuff. "don't wait for me, i'll train on my own later."
"now, wait a second," shidou leans against the barrier separating the stands from the field, "i need to make up for this somehow. how about i join you guys, hmm?"
sae shoots him a pointed look, "you can make up for it by leaving her alone. now shoo."
the walk back to his car is filled with your quiet giggles as you mimic your boyfriend, "i've never hear you say 'shoo' before."
he deadpans, "so? what's so funny about it?"
"it just sounds silly coming from you," you burst into another fit of giggles, though you're forced to stop immediately as a sharp pain shoots through the front of your head at the strain, "yowch..!
the inside of his car is arguably worse than being outside. luckily his airco quickly soothes over your damp skin, inciting a sigh of relief from you. leaning back in your seat, eyes closed to prevent the bright sun from giving you any more of a headache than you already have.
it takes sae a while to start up the engine, something you fail to notice amidst your bliss in the cool air. his eyes rake over your profile, the subtle shine accentuating your features in a way he rarely has time to appreciate.
he tenses briefly when he sees you lick your lips, craning your neck back slightly to allow the cool relief further down your neck and under your chin. your back arches with the movement, your tits pushed out further than they already were. the curve of your back leads him to your barely-covered ass, and he feels his hands twitch with the need to grab it. the fabric of the dress flaring teasingly around the shape.
clearing his throat he finally starts the engine. his loose shorts doing nothing in terms of hiding his anticipation for when he finally gets you home. his hand automatically settles on your thigh, his fingers massaging the soft inner flesh.
"sae?" your voice breaks through the peaceful silence, uncharacteristically gentle, "can we maybe..?"
he shakes his head, "you're still hurt. i don't want to put too much strain on you."
he tries to ignore your pout he can see out of the corner of his eye, but paired with his own pent up desire he can do little to fight it.
so when the door locks behind you, inside your (sae's) penthouse he takes his time first examining your slowly bruising forehead. pain killers and a glass of water later, he draws most of the curtains, dimming the light coming into the space while you wait at the kitchen island with your second ice pack of the morning.
sure, he doesn't see a need to outright tell you he feels bad about what happened, but his actions show it plenty. it's heartwarming, butterflies swarming your belly.
a lucky gal you are, especially since all this pampering has now come to a high of your back pressed against his chest, his back to the headboard. legs spread over his as his fingers gently play with your folds. slow caresses provide just enough stimulation to avoid frustration, but little enough to avoid making your headache worse.
his eyes are shut, his intimate knowledge of just how your body works igniting a whole other type of fire in your belly. his voice is deeper now, low in your ear, "just relax for me, okay?"
you can only nod, eyes fluttering closed when his finger dips down to enter you, wetting itself before he goes back to circling your clit with the exact amount of pressure to make you crave more.
his hardness is insistent against your back, "sae.. please.." you whisper, back arching away from him. the teasing dips of his fingers slowly building a need to be filled by him to the brim.
"it's gonna be too much," he whispers, "you'll cry."
"i'll cry if you keep pretending i'm going to break," you plead, looking up at him over your shoulder.
his resolve fully cracks then, you truly know just how to play him. he reaches between you, freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts. lifting you just a bit, he manages to get it under you, slapping it against your squelching cunt.
"deep breaths, amor," he rasps, lining himself up with your entrance before he lowers you onto him, the stretch making you hiss. though, you're so slicked up already it goes in pretty similarly to when he does fully prep you.
the feeling of being filled so completely sends electric shocks to the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes before you melt against him. he bottoms out, sighing. one hand holding up one of your thighs, the other still on your clit, rubbing the same steady circles.
you tilt your head towards him again, hand reaching back to pull his face as close as possible to yours. when your eyes meet, you muster up a teasing smile, one he can only associate with your triumph at getting what you want, in spite of his initial reluctance. he clicks his tongue, amused,
"my greedy girl. even with that giant thing on your forehead."
a/n: i like this a lot, its what i was comparing my 'old' stuff to when i made that thank u post
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You tried to sound innocent, but Sae still sighed, avoiding your gaze.
“If there’s something you want, just tell me, love.”
“It’s just…” you begin, “I sort of wanted to try taking the lead? In bed, I mean.”
Sae looked you up and down, his expression skeptical. “I’m not sure about that.”
You huffed and crawled into his lap on the couch. Sae instinctively gripped your hips, helping you settle against him. You shifted slightly over the hardness growing beneath you.
“Why not?” You cupped his face, staring into his eyes.
“Because.” Sae didn’t look uncomfortable—just uncertain. “I’m your boyfriend. I should be the one pleasuring you.”
“Sae,” you laughed softly. “That sounds like your ego talking.” Your hand trailed down his chest. “Let me take care of you.”
Sae’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Fine,” he said in one breath, leaning back against the couch. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You didn’t hesitate. You tugged his jeans down just enough to free him, then rose up on your knees and worked yourself onto his cock, talking him inch by inch. The stretch pulled a soft sigh from your lips. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you started moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.
For a few moments he let you, his hands resting on you and keeping you grounded. But when you tried to speed up, his grip tightened.
“Your techniques sloppy,” he said flatly.
Before you could reply, Sae sat up, wrapped an arm around your waist, and flipped you onto your back. He stayed buried inside you, and before you could whine—burried his face in your neck.
“My turn,” he murmured against your ear.
Then he took over completely. His thrusts were deep, hard, and relentless, each one hitting your g-spot and making your vision blur. He pinned your wrists above your head, and kept his eyes locked on yours.
“You thought you could satisfy me like that?” His voice was low and cold. “Look at you… already falling apart.”
“Sae—!” You mewled, but not protesting his sudden but predictable streak of control.
Pleasure crashed over you fast and intense. Even though this was supposed to be about *you* fucking *him,* your walls tightened against him involuntarily
“I’m gonna come,” you gasped.
“Do it. For me.” Sae responded by moving his attention to your clit.
You came hard, crying out his name as your body shook beneath him. Sae didn’t slow down. He fucked you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive, then finally let himself finish with a low groan, burying himself deep inside you.
Afterward, he pulled away, fixed his clothes with calm, precise movements, and stood up. He looked down at you with his usual unreadable expression.
“Sae,” you whispered against the sheets. “This is what I meant by you being controlling.”
“Tch.” He was still kissing you, and you made no move to stop him. Instead, your hand was fluffing up his slightly sweaty hair. “You love it when I do that.”
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who’s nearly in his late thirties but yet still manages to fuck you mean. as his calloused hands grip your hips with bruising force, fingers digging into soft flesh as he angles you just right. "beg. again." his voice is a low rasp against your ear, voice thick with dark satisfaction as he watches your back arch off the sheets. "worthless girl. you came untouched and you're gonna take every inch i give you."
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who loves when you suck him off while he analyzes and calculates his players moves through the camera. as you suck him off, his eyes flicker between the camera feed showing his players in action and your mouth sliding up and down his length. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he sees one of his players make a perfect play, matching his calculations exactly. "good girl,"
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who even if he treats you like shit most of the time, he still has a soft spot when it comes to you. by letting you sit on his lap while studying his players position and strength. his arm wraps around you, pulling you closer as you sit on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. he absently plays with your hair, his focus divided between the game and you. as he points out weaknesses in his opponents' formation, his touch becomes gentler, almost caring.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who loves fucking you while he gives instructions to his players, quoting he dictates that they must become the world's most selfish strikers by cultivating their own ego. his voice echoes through the room, commanding and dominant as he gives orders to his players. "be selfish. score more goals than anyone else. make the world bow to your greatness." his hips thrust into yours, punctuating each word as he drives into you roughly.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who likes eating you out. he buries his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your folds as he eats you out hungrily. his glasses fog up rapidly, the steamy air making it difficult for him to see. he pauses only briefly to adjust them, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before diving back in, determined to taste your release.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who secretly likes when you two match in different ways. as he stands in his expensive suit, adjusting his cufflinks for the blue lock game event, he glances over at you. you're wearing a dress that matches his suit perfectly—the same shade of blue, same elegant cut. a small smirk plays on his lips as he approves silently before adjusting his glasses once again.
