#sunilesswrites

you're wasted.

stumbling all over his apartment in a rather casual outfit: a hoodie and sweatpants. cheeks flushed as sae gently grabs your arm to steady you.

"i promise," you slur, hands squishing his cheeks. his gaze is stoic and fixed on you. "i didn't go drinking to mess around." you explain, staring directly into his eyes. "my friend got dumped and-" you hiccup, the scent of alcohol invading his nostrils. "i had to support her."

you place a seemingly friendly hand on his shoulder, as if calling him your pal.

"huh?" sae blinks. "i didn't think you were messing around."

"good." you let out a clipped sigh, before your eyes widen. "that reminds me! i'm so lucky to have you..." you squish your cheek over his chest, hands wrapping around his waist in a warm embrace.

sae blinks again, his arms instinctively encircling your shoulders. "...huh?"

"her ex was a horrible person, i'm just happy you're so amazing..." you murmur into his chest, as if in a dream-like state. "except when you're too engaged with analyzing football games."

he swallows thickly. "studying games is an important priority for m-"

you cut him off immediately by squeezing his waist a little too hard, enticing a cough from him. "you're just so cute, so calm, and so creative too!"

he scoffs, "creative how?"

"your insults." you smile at him.

you then pull away, taking a drunken step back. "i love you thiiiisss much!" you outstretch your arms as wide as you can, giggling like an idiot.

well, she won't remember this by tomorrow. sae thinks, before out stretching his much longer arms. "i love you this much." he mutters, the gesture awkward.

you tilt your head at the sight. "but that's way longer than mine?"

sae loved to embarrass you, but not in the way you'd think.

not in the cruel way of a nitpicking, insecure boyfriend. not in the way that made you feel worthless.

he loved to embarrass you by maintaining heavy eye contact at all times. whether that's talking to you, feeding you, undressing you, rubbing your clit, pushing his fingers into you, eating you out, or sliding into you.

foreplay was worse, much worse. swollen lips, dim lighting, fluttering eyelids, and messy hair. your shorts slipped off, only leaving you in your panties. sae was only in a loose pair of grey sweats, hovering above you as his lithe fingers smoothed over your covered pussy, probing at the wet patch of underwear.

"you're wet," sae would whisper against your lips, before pulling away to look down at you. his thumb rubbing over your clit, breath heavier than yours. you stir, squirming in embarrassment as he stared into you. "god, stop staring." but he'd always follow your gaze no matter which way you turned, almost chuckling. "relax, you're pretty."

he would sit back on the bed, thick finger prodding in your bare pussy, teasing your entrance. "just..." you whined impatiently before he cuts you off. "like this?" he pushes a single finger into you, pressing upwards at your spongy walls, gaze never leaving yours. "right there." you mewl, hips bucking into his palm as you hide your face with the back of your hand.

then, you feel his digit pulling away, meeting a lonely emptiness, you whine. he sweetly brushes your hair out of your face, mumbling, "ill only do it if you look at me."

the worst of all was when he kissed over your stomach, your inner thighs, and eventually, your throbbing clit. because sae didn't just stare into your soul every second of the day, he'd also tightly hold your thighs apart to study your pussy, as if he were in a staring contest with it. eyes locked onto your folds, memorizing the shape, colour, and how you reacted to every little touch. you'd groan every time this happens — which is every time he goes down on you. don't worry, he makes up to your annoyance by eating you out like he worshipped you. giving sweet kitten licks at your entrance, at your clit, fervently licking over the sensitive bud before gently sucking it into his mouth; only to stare at you the whole time, sucking harder every time you tried to shy away.

finally, sae would curl his cold fingers around your chin, heavy-lidded gaze pouring into yours as he pushed the tip of his pretty dick inside you. softly exhaling, breathing, and cocking a brow when you squirmed. "just wanna see you." he'd whisper in a shaky breath.

but since he made you cum so many times before finally slipping inside you, you felt too hazy to feel anymore embarrassment. instead relishing the feeling of him mushing your pussy, muttering sweet praises as you held him close.

"s'good, sae. gonna cum."

"open your eyes then, love."

it started off innocent— your boyfriend sweetly handfeeding you while yours were busy digging in your purse. sae was never the type for theatrics, but he wasn't cruel enough to deny you the food you were so excited to try. however, the moment your lips brushed against his fingers, something new ignited within him. a crackling fire in the depths of his protected heart.

so when his legs were spread, leaning back against the soft, rich cushioning of his couch, you were straddling his clothed thigh — completely bare waist under.

the best part? he was on a phone call. an important one at that. even so, he made no effort to stop you, his lithe fingers softly rubbing your waist. "you just love to bother me, huh?" sae scoffs at the phone, before deadpanning. "i already told you it's a shit project."

his harsh words blend in with your soft panting, making your mind fuzzy. this is common. you tell yourself, hands steadied at his broad shoulders as you rub your clit over his thigh once more. messing his slacks with your wet slick. he's barely in the mood for anything else.

your lost thoughts hang around as you grind on him, mindlessly trying to get off before you hear the tantalizing click of sae's tongue. "sae, ah—" you pant into his free ear. his brows furrow before his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, "shh, i'm on the phone, love." he whispers against your temple.

but you don't let up. holding him close, grinding faster, and whining louder. "fuck—" you mewl, hips rolling at a desperate pace, his toned thighs sculpting the perfect spot to rub on. "right there!—"

his fingers slip into your mouth, your lips brushing against his knuckles.

"right there?" he hums, his occupied hand moving to slot his phone between his ear and shoulder, coming over to draw precise circles over your throbbing clit. the sensation entices a gasp around his digits before he rubs at the back of your tongue. "told you to be quiet." sae murmurs softly, ignoring your soft gagging. "i-i can't." you whine, muffled by his digits, feeling your core tighten with searing heat.

sae only scoffs, before slipping two long fingers into your aching hole. "you can." he mockingly encourages, his thumb coming over to rub over your clit. "now, where was i?" he absentmindedly mutters into the phone, ignoring the drool pooling at his knuckles. his fingers ramming in and out of you at a brutal pace. obscene squelching fill the room. "the project's shit, your pestering is seriously something, and—"

his fingers curl into a gummy, wet spot, enticing muffled sobs. sae pauses — only momentarily, before a faint smile graces his lips, curling and rubbing up into the same spot. over and over.

your hips jerk, brain too mushy to even right now, and his hand covered in drool. the pooling heat in your tummy snaps, gushing all over his fingers.

you need air. need to breathe, need to kiss him—

until sae's digits pull out of your hole, the emptiness foreign and empty. he quickly uses the pads of his fingers to rub filthily at your clit. it felt completely numbing, yet at the same time — like everything all at once.

you squeal into his shoulder, mouth still occupied as obscene noises permeate the living room. your thoughts are barely coherent, you can process only these words:

"—i'm not joining, so don't call me again."

he pulls out the fingers from your mouth to hang up, brows furrowing at your saliva on his screen.

"hm."

punk!rin itoshi who's been dodging your kisses and affection for the past two weeks. the only affection you've been getting is back rubs and lingering touches. was he losing interest? you thought endlessly. then one day, he shuts and locks the door to your bedroom without explanation.

punk!rin itoshi who has you beneath him on his bed with the soft light of resident evil 2 burning in the background. the fan whirls as his broad shoulders press onto yours, and his large hand cups your jaw. "sorry," he murmured against your lips, his chaste touch betraying his sinful desire. "lean back. wanna show you something."

punk!rin itoshi, whose full lips trails down your jaw and neck, sucking fervently on your soft skin. "rin," you gasp, "missed this." craning your head for better access, his lips trace over your skin as his fingers linger at your waist. several spiky bracelets adorning his wrists as he pushes your t-shirt up, kneading your soft tits. like he was close to drooling, rin leans down, pressing open-mouth kisses all over your chest. his fingers tracing your nipples, softly pinching the stiff buds at every little gasp.

you've missed him for far too long— head tilting back as his lips wraps around a nipple until—

you shudder at a cold shock of pleasure—a great contrast from his warm tongue. the only touch grounding you is his thumb rubbing at your collarbone. the squirming feeling of metal plaguing you again and again. and he's enjoying this, lips forming a faint smile against your tit.

"fuck—" you sputter as he swirls his barbed tongue around your stiff bud again. "you got a piercing? you didn't even—" you moaned cutely, a particularly hard suck making you shiver. "—you didn't even tell me."

"didn't need to," he huffs out, his breath ghosting your wet bud as switching to the other. "just needed to heal."