#sae itoshi

cw⌇ edging ◞ oral f.receiving ◞ fingering

“You’re not allowed to cum until we win.”

That was all he said. No teasing smile. No warmth in his tone. It was a quiet command delivered between stretches after a brutal practice, like it was as ordinary as tie your shoes or hydrate after drills.

It ruined you.

For three games, you were his plaything on a leash of self-control. Every time Sae touched you, it was with deliberate cruelty. His skilled fingers tracing the LINE between pleasure and punishment. In the backseat of his car, after practice, he’d slide his hand between your legs, rubbing slow, precise circles over your soaked panties while his other hand scrolled through game footage. If you got too loud he’d press his fingers harder, almost mean, and whisper, “Shut up. You’re not supposed to cum yet.”

Then he’d stop, every time. You learned to breathe through it, to clench the car seat, to silently scream when your thighs trembled and the edge reared up inside you. But he never let you go over. Not fucking once.

The locker room was worse. After drills, when the others were still out on the pitch or distracted with cooldowns, he’d press you against the cold wall, one hand cupping your heat under your skirt, his thigh shoved between yours. You whimpered. He smirked.

He’d grind against you slowly, lips brushing your ear, murmuring filth in that icy voice. “Feel that? That’s what you don’t get until we win.”

By the time game three came, your whole body was a live wire. You were soaked at the sound of his voice, twitching at the brush of his hand on your waist. Your skin remembered every near-orgasm he ripped away. You were aching, downright frantic and one breath away from begging. He knew and it filled him with depraved satisfaction.

The final whistle blew. Sae scored the winning goal. The stadium roared. He didn’t celebrate, instead he turned on his heel and looked straight at you. He didn’t smile, of course he didn’t, but his teal eyes were filled with heat.

That night, he said nothing as he opened the door to the locker room and pulled you inside before the others had returned. His eyes were dark. His hands already on you. You didn’t even make it to the bench. Sae shoved you against the lockers, lips crashing into yours like he needed to consume you. His hands were already under your clothes, lifting your skirt, dragging your soaked underwear down your thighs.

“You’ve been good,” he muttered, thick with restraint. “You waited.”

You nodded breathlessly. “I’m gonna cum so fast—”

“No,” he cut you off. “You’re gonna take it.”

His fingers slid into you and your knees nearly buckled. The stretch, the slick sound, the pressure. It was everything. You were already right there. Already pulsing around him.

“You’re so wet,” he hissed, sharp against your throat. “Fuck, I didn’t even have to prep you.”

Your body screamed for release, but he wasn’t finished. Sae dropped to his knees, still in his training gear, still sweat-damp and flushed from the game. He shoved your legs apart, hooked one over his shoulder and buried his mouth against your cunt like he’d been starving. You cried out, loud and helpless, as his tongue licked a slow, devastating stripe up your slit. Then he sucked your clit into his mouth and your world shattered.

“Sae—Sae—fuck—!”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t give you a break. He moaned against your cunt like it fed him, hands locked tight around your thighs as your hips bucked wildly. His tongue was merciless. His lips relentless. All those nights he kept you on the edge, this was the fallout. It hit like a fucking tidal wave. You came so hard your vision went white. Your body jolted. Your hands fumbled for something to hold on to. The lockers shook. Your thighs clamped around his head but he didn’t stop. He licked you through it and swallowed it down.

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