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rin looks up from his phone, his thumb freezing mid-scroll. the sarcasm he usually keeps on the tip of his tongue completely vanishes.

you step outside, smoothing down the fabric of the dress. you looked incredible. the color perfectly complemented your skin, the fit was stunning. you looked so completely out of his league that his chest actually tightens.

his mind goes entirely blank.

"um... rin?" you shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense stare. "does it look okay?"

rin swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. he opens his mouth to speak, to say something normal like 'yeah, it looks good' or 'you look nice.'

instead, a tiny, choked-up squeak is the only sound that escapes him.

his eyes widen in horror at his own voice. a massive wave of heat rushes from his neck straight up to his cheeks. rin violently yanks the collar of his black turtleneck upwards, burying his face into the fabric until only his wide, panicked teal eyes are visible.

"rin?" you take a step closer, tilting your head. "are you okay?"

"d-don't look," he mutters, his voice completely muffled by his sweater.

he actively avoids your gaze, staring intensely at a random pair of shoes on a nearby shelf. his eyelashes are fluttering rapidly, and his ears are turning a bright, unmistakable crimson.

"is it that bad?" you ask, your shoulders dropping slightly.

"no!" rin blurts out, a little too loud, a little too desperate. he winces, his hands clenching into fists inside his jacket pockets. he takes a slow, shaky breath through his nose, trying to regain his composure, but every time his eyes dart back to you, his heart does a flip.

he wants to tell you that you look beautiful. he really does. but the words are physically stuck in his throat, blocked by a wall of pure, agonizing shyness.

"it's..." rin starts, his voice dropping into a quiet, uneven whisper. he clears his throat, staring hard at the floorboards. "it's not bad. it's...the opposite of bad."

you blink, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you realize what's happening. "the opposite of bad? so...good?"

rin gives a single, stiff nod, his eyes still glued to the floor. the flush on his face is so hot he feels like he’s running a fever.

"do you think it makes me look pretty?" you tease gently, leaning into his line of sight.

"just... buy it," he chokes out, his knuckles turning white inside his pockets. "you look...nice, okay? change back already. you're killing me."

You never expected Rin to celebrate birthdays seriously.

You expected maybe a kiss. Maybe a quiet wish in his deep, calm voice while kissing your forehead. But you definitely didn't expect waking up to see your phone full of notifications, not from your friends but from RIN'S fan accounts.

Rin has posted a photo of YOU. And in that picture you're asleep on Rin's chest while his hand is curled protectively around your waist.

His caption?

世界で一番愛する人へ、お誕生日おめでとう。

(To the person I love most in the world, happy birthday.)

You choke on air.

Because Rin never posts. He hates social media. His account is mostly managed by PR people.

But this post? It's raw, intimate, untouched by public polish.

And in the picture there's a soft look in his eyes as he was gazing down at you, the corner of his lips was twitching into a  real smile. Into that kind of smile which only you get to see...

You hear the soft knock on your bedroom door before it creaks open and Rin walks in, holding a tray with breakfast. And he immediately freezes seeing you staring at your phone.

You hold it up. "Rin. What... is this?"

He blinks, then calmly sets the tray down. "Happy birthday. It's too early for you to wake up."

You stare harder. "You never post. And now this?"

He doesn't meet your gaze. "It's your birthday."

"That doesn't explain why you decided to break the internet."

Rin stays quiet and instead of answering you he grabs something from the bedside drawer. A small box wrapped in deep blue.

"For you."

You sit up slowly, taking the box with wide eyes. Rin watches, expression unreadable, as you carefully untie the ribbon and open it.Inside is a delicate necklace— a simple silver chain with a small charm, a star and a crescent moon intertwined.

You blink. "It's… beautiful."

"It's supposed to mean balance," Rin mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. "Because that's what you are for me. Even if I'm… not very good at showing it."

You're speechless. All you can do is launch yourself into his arms, wrapping him tight.

He finally looks at you. Sharp ocean-teal eyes filled with something tight, something feral.

"You're mine and I'm tired of hiding it," he says simply, voice low. "The world should know now."

Your heart flips. "But I was asleep."

"You look beautiful when you're asleep."

"WHAT IF I DROOLED?!"

"I don't care. I drool too."

You gape.

Rin exhales he kneels beside you, pushing your hair back with soft fingers, then cups your cheek.

"I didn't know how to make it special," he mutters. "I wanted to book a restaurant, but you hate crowded places. I thought about buying you something expensive, but I didn't want to make you feel awkward. So... I did the only thing I could think of."

"Which is announcing me to your millions of followers?"

He nods. "They needed to know. It was always irritating to me that people thought I'm available."

You laugh and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into the bed with you. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm serious."

"I know you are," you whisper, kissing his jaw. "Thank you. This is already my best birthday ever."

He tightens his arms around you. "It's not over yet."

He kisses you then, desperately. Hands gripping your hips, your waist like you'll disappear. His breath shaky, movements bolder than usual.

And then you pull away, panting slightly. "Rin. Breakfast."

"I'll feed you later," he mumbles against your neck, voice thick. "Just let me hold you first."

He's under the covers now, dragging you close like a possessive cat curling around his favorite thing. His hands slip under your shirt, but not to touch inappropriately— just to feel your skin, like reassurance.

"I hate this day," he confesses against your shoulder.

You frown. "Why?"

"Because people will try to get your attention. Everyone will call. Everyone will want to see you. And I'll have to share."

You smile softly. "You're jealous, even on my birthday?"

He kisses the corner of your lips. "I'm jealous every day."

"I'm not going anywhere, Rin."

"You better not," he warns lightly. "You're mine today. All day. No one else's."

Your phone buzzes again. Rin immediately grabs it, turns it off and throws it to the other end of the bed.

"Rin—!"

"I don't care who it is. You're busy."

"With what?"

He kisses your throat. "Me."

You let out a helpless laugh, trying to push him away despite smiling from ear to ear.

"You're impossible."

"So I've been told."

You rest your head against his chest, listening to the familiar, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I love you, Rin."

His eyes soften in a way only you ever get to witness.

"I know."

You roll your eyes.

"That's not what you're supposed to say."

"...I love you too."

The words come awkwardly, almost as if they don't leave his mouth often enough.

But they're real.

He presses one last lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling the blanket over both of you again.

"Happy birthday," he whispers.

You smile against his heartbeat, closing your eyes.

If every birthday for the rest of your life began and ended like this, safe in his arms, loved without hesitation, and treasured so fiercely—

You wouldn't wish for anything else.

You never expected Rin to celebrate birthdays seriously.

You expected maybe a kiss. Maybe a quiet wish in his deep, calm voice while kissing your forehead. But you definitely didn't expect waking up to see your phone full of notifications, not from your friends but from RIN'S fan accounts.

Rin has posted a photo of YOU. And in that picture you're asleep on Rin's chest while his hand is curled protectively around your waist.

His caption?

世界で一番愛する人へ、お誕生日おめでとう。

(To the person I love most in the world, happy birthday.)

You choke on air.

Because Rin never posts. He hates social media. His account is mostly managed by PR people.

But this post? It's raw, intimate, untouched by public polish.

And in the picture there's a soft look in his eyes as he was gazing down at you, the corner of his lips was twitching into a  real smile. Into that kind of smile which only you get to see...

You hear the soft knock on your bedroom door before it creaks open and Rin walks in, holding a tray with breakfast. And he immediately freezes seeing you staring at your phone.

You hold it up. "Rin. What... is this?"

He blinks, then calmly sets the tray down. "Happy birthday. It's too early for you to wake up."

You stare harder. "You never post. And now this?"

He doesn't meet your gaze. "It's your birthday."

"That doesn't explain why you decided to break the internet."

Rin stays quiet and instead of answering you he grabs something from the bedside drawer. A small box wrapped in deep blue.

"For you."

You sit up slowly, taking the box with wide eyes. Rin watches, expression unreadable, as you carefully untie the ribbon and open it.Inside is a delicate necklace— a simple silver chain with a small charm, a star and a crescent moon intertwined.

You blink. "It's… beautiful."

"It's supposed to mean balance," Rin mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. "Because that's what you are for me. Even if I'm… not very good at showing it."

You're speechless. All you can do is launch yourself into his arms, wrapping him tight.

He finally looks at you. Sharp ocean-teal eyes filled with something tight, something feral.

"You're mine and I'm tired of hiding it," he says simply, voice low. "The world should know now."

Your heart flips. "But I was asleep."

"You look beautiful when you're asleep."

"WHAT IF I DROOLED?!"

"I don't care. I drool too."

You gape.

Rin exhales he kneels beside you, pushing your hair back with soft fingers, then cups your cheek.

"I didn't know how to make it special," he mutters. "I wanted to book a restaurant, but you hate crowded places. I thought about buying you something expensive, but I didn't want to make you feel awkward. So... I did the only thing I could think of."

"Which is announcing me to your millions of followers?"

He nods. "They needed to know. It was always irritating to me that people thought I'm available."

You laugh and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into the bed with you. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm serious."

"I know you are," you whisper, kissing his jaw. "Thank you. This is already my best birthday ever."

He tightens his arms around you. "It's not over yet."

He kisses you then, desperately. Hands gripping your hips, your waist like you'll disappear. His breath shaky, movements bolder than usual.

And then you pull away, panting slightly. "Rin. Breakfast."

"I'll feed you later," he mumbles against your neck, voice thick. "Just let me hold you first."

He's under the covers now, dragging you close like a possessive cat curling around his favorite thing. His hands slip under your shirt, but not to touch inappropriately— just to feel your skin, like reassurance.

"I hate this day," he confesses against your shoulder.

You frown. "Why?"

"Because people will try to get your attention. Everyone will call. Everyone will want to see you. And I'll have to share."

You smile softly. "You're jealous, even on my birthday?"

He kisses the corner of your lips. "I'm jealous every day."

"I'm not going anywhere, Rin."

"You better not," he warns lightly. "You're mine today. All day. No one else's."

Your phone buzzes again. Rin immediately grabs it, turns it off and throws it to the other end of the bed.

"Rin—!"

"I don't care who it is. You're busy."

"With what?"

He kisses your throat. "Me."

You let out a helpless laugh, trying to push him away despite smiling from ear to ear.

"You're impossible."

"So I've been told."

You rest your head against his chest, listening to the familiar, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I love you, Rin."

His eyes soften in a way only you ever get to witness.

"I know."

You roll your eyes.

"That's not what you're supposed to say."

"...I love you too."

The words come awkwardly, almost as if they don't leave his mouth often enough.

But they're real.

He presses one last lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling the blanket over both of you again.

"Happy birthday," he whispers.

You smile against his heartbeat, closing your eyes.

If every birthday for the rest of your life began and ended like this, safe in his arms, loved without hesitation, and treasured so fiercely—

You wouldn't wish for anything else.

"You should tell your boyfriend what you've been doing", he said so quietly, you almost couldn't hear it. "Huh?" You looked down at Sae who stared at you with half lidded eyes and flushed cheek beneath you while you rode him. "T-tell my boyfrie-? Ah! Sae!" You couldn't finish your sentence because of Sae roughly pinching your nipples.

"Yeah. Tell him you're with me now" You breath picked up, as his tip pushed against that sugery spot inside your fluttering walls. He poked against the bulge in your stomach with his index, hissing and pressing his eyes shut as his dick twitched inside.

"B-but he is your teammate!", you whined unable to control the altitude of your voice because of Sae who thrusted up in your cunt. "You'll be in trouble too if he finds out"Sae huffed, before lifting you off his dick and flipping you around, soppily ramming into you.

Your legs stretched, while your back arched up, eyes rolling back. "fuck! S-so rough?" He grunted, before kissing you to muffle your moans, then pulling away and grabbing your jaw, digging his thumb in one cheek, while all his other fingers dug into the other one, opening your mouth that way

"I don't give a fuck" Sae lifted your hips, angling them to get deeper into your dripping pussy, while letting his spit drip into your mouth.His whole body was shaking and his breath was stuttering, his thrusts didn't lack any intensity though.

notes: i fucking love sae

calm, cool, collected & calculated. that was the type of man sae itoshi was. never saying more than he had to, never doing more than what was required, never going the extra mile to please people. the epitome of "unbothered." that was until he'd met you. you had him wrapped around your finger from the moment you had met. his world which was simply about soccer became more vibrant, more colourful. but you weren't here now, you were thousands of miles away, in japan. while he was overseas in spain for work once again.

that was why he had ended up with his boxers yanked down, hard cock leaking pre-cum, balls hot and heavy. all he could think about was you as his thumb swiped across his phone, his gallery full of you. full of all kinds of images and videos of you — you on holiday, wearing that stunning dress he'd bought you, a cute little selfie you'd sent him a few days prior but he clicked the folder full of lewd photos.

sae never been interested in recording. he had considered it too explicit and would rather enjoy the feeling in the moment. until you had convinced him to eventually try it and fuck, he was hooked.

"baby, can we record just once pleasee?" you looked at him, voice pleading.

"i just don’t get it, what's so appealing about having such inappropriate stuff on your phone?" he scoffed, already being swayed by your begging eyes.

"just the feeling, plus if you get lonely, ill always be there." you smirked.

he stroked slow, clicking on the first video. it was you with your ass up in the air, head in your pillows, backing up steadily on him. your pretty moans amplifying the room as he effortlessly dragged in and out of you. your hole glistening with the mess of prior rounds. "s-sae too much, t-too much!" you cried, voice cracking with pleasure. "you can take it, pretty." sae grunted from behind the camera. the angle changed, camera getting closer to where your bodies met, creamy ring around the base of his dick visible. "always so fucking messy for me, hm?" spit left his lips, dropping on your asshole as he gently rubbed it in with his thumb. you whined, hips stuttering in response to the new sensation. "gonna, g-gonna come now s-sae." he swiped to the next video, wanting to see more of you. but it wasn't a video, his breath hitched, this time it was a photo — deep red thong shifted to the side, your legs spread wide with his cum trickling down from your hole, staining the sheets white. your hands cupping your tits, also slathered with his cum. you were wearing that fucked dumb expression he loved, drool sticking to your chin, eyes fluttered shut and brows kneaded together with exhaustion. teal eyes scanning over every inch your body through the device, he stroked even slower, wanting to delay his orgasm and take his time savouring you.

next video, it was a video this time, is you between his legs. one hand at the base of his dick and the other rubbing yourself your through dripping panties. your mouth working up and down his length. "you take it so, fuck-, so well love." he shuddered under your touch. "keep this u-up and ill fuck you real good, alright?" your glassy eyes looked up at him hopefully, tongue lapping over the fat head of his cock. "d-dont fucking look at me like that." he spoke through gritted teeth, hand coming down to stroke your face. "i'm gon-gonna cum." he groaned as hot spurts of white streaked your face. your lashes batted underneath the camera as you licked it off. breath ragged, his voice was heard from behind the camera - “your turn now, baby.”

his cock still hard in his right hand, his phone in his left. he scrolled again and fuck, it was you, of course, but it was reverse cowgirl. your ass bouncing up and down, skin sticking and slapping against his. “fuck yes, like that baby, k-keep going.” his hand strolled from your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, to the soft skin of your back, stroking it. “s-sae..” the sound of your voice through his phone had him weak. he sped up, hand working on his dick, imagining it was you. “sae ‘m gonna c-cum.” your moans cried out. he swears he could feel the familiar clench of your cunt as the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter. “cum for me pretty, soak this cock with your cum.” and you did — hips stuttering as you grinded down on him, obscene moans leaving your lips. his balls heavy, breathing broken, sae followed, tip leaking bundles of cum as his eyes focused on the slow grind of your hips through the lens. “n-not enough s-sae, want more.” you lifted yourself weakly off his dick before crawling towards him. camera catching the shine your tearstained cheeks and lust filled eyes. “want your cum.” “oh yeah?” he replied softly. and like that the camera was forgotten. sae could feel himself twitching, cock still hard in his now sticky hand.

maybe you were right. it was better having these videos to comfort him, but that could never compare to the feeling of actually fucking you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you stroked his chest, “too much?”

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

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

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

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

“i guess it wa—”

“good?”

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

“soo we can try it again?”

bunny is growing on mee😓 i thought this would be perfect for him + hes hot as hell n soo big, soo yeah bunny debut!! howd i do! also i feel like he’d either be reallyy sweet in bed or just downright nasty but idk (idk spanish so i used the basics sorry n i WILL get back to my reqs now, sigh..)

the whole room felt foggy, like a hazy blissful dream and your mind was floating in it — the euphoric feeling of bunny’s dick being the only thing you could concentrate on and the intense sparks of pleasure and ecstasy that hit every time he buried himself in you.

the heat and smell of sex was practically palpable in the room, the air a swirl of his moans and your whimpers, seeping from both of your lips as you held your legs wide for him. he was stood between them, your body draped across the sheets at the edge of the bed, cunt on full display as he held onto your inner thighs.

his huge dick was making you twitch every time he fucked into you, the indecent repetitive plap! of skin to skin bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. your moans were so loud you guarantee your neighbours would be filing a noise complaint again.

not that bunny cared.

he adored the way you would call out his name, voice all raspy and whiny as he stretched you so well and so so full. he was obsessed with how your pretty pussy squeezed around his throbbing cock, a feeling he could never get tired of, as your body got closer and closer. and he was addicted to that look in your eyes — that glassy, empty look of yours that told him he had fucked you soo good you had gone dumb. not a single thought but him swimming around in that sweet little head of yours.

so of course he had to drag multiple orgasms out of you, seeing you like that was his treat.

“you still with me?” he didn’t think he had to ask with that look beginning to appear on your face but he did anyways, reaching down to slap at your cheek demeaningly. “or is your head already empty, cariño?”

his hips still meeting yours ruthlessly because he refused to slow down, you were fighting to keep your legs open, hands slippery from sweat and thighs twinging from keeping them wide open for ages.

“o-of course i am, don’t flatter, ah— yourself!” you hissed.

“really? that won’t do.” he spoke to himself acting like he was surprised that you had responded, “i’ll have to fix that.”

he was laughing slightly, the tone of it cruel sounding as he halted his movements and leaned in. you were dwarfed by his giant frame in instant, the entirety of his weight pressing against you, crushing you under his heaviness.

and it only made you wetter.

your glistening tits pushed to his scarred chest, he was kissing you sloppy — nipping at your bottom lip before dipping his tongue in your mouth, keen to taste you. you were struggling to match his frantic hunger, only able to moan into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue.

“concentrate on me.” he panted, pulling away as strings of spit stretched between you two. “you can do that for me, can’t you?”

you had never nodded so fast in your life, eyes locked with his crimson ones, not a lick of hesitation on your face. he pressed a kiss to your lips again, gentle and brief this time, a stark contrast to the one previously and you felt your knees go weak.

hands now coming to rest on your waist, he resumed — drawing you into his pounds and moving just as swiftly as before, not sparing a single second to build the pace back up. a thick ring of combined cum settled at the base of his dick and your cunt seemed to squelch louder, your added wetness only increasing the perverted sounds of the room.

your legs were slowing closing and your hands were slipping, fatigue battered joints trying to catch a break when bunny’s hips were coming to a halt again, voice teasing you as he gazed at you hopelessly.

“princesa, don’t do that,” he was swatting your arms away and folding you himself, angling your ass and hips a little higher, spreading your legs further and gripping down behind your knees. “how am i meant to see that pretty pussy if you do, hm?”

the newfound angle was insane. his already stupidly giant dick had found a place deep inside your creamy walls that made your fingers crawl at the sheets, his fat tip that had shot several loads into you was pressed up at your cervix and your pussy that had already squirted a dozen times was ready to spray more.

“b-bunny! ohh, you’re gonna make me cum!” it felt like he was in your lungs, your cunt only able to clench around his length as you pathetically whimpered.

“so soon?” he chuckled, “it’s okay, you don’t need to think, just keep focused on me.”

he was driving his hips flush to yours, knocking the breath out of you and making you cry out, the waves of pleasure hard to contain. you really were so close already, teetering on the edge of your orgasm as your eyes turned into the back of your skull — pussy fluttering as his thumb found your clit.

“cum on this dick, cariño.” he was groaning at the tight hug from your walls, your swollen bud pulsing under his touch. your orgasm was brewing, his thumb putting delicious pressure on the bundle of nerves, the stimulation intense and hot.

mouth open and jaw slack, you were losing your mind, cunt clenching his dick like a vice and splashing his abdomen with liquid as your vision went white. even though this was around the fourth orgasm, it was mind shattering — hitting even harder than the previous ones. your were legs trembling and spine curving off the clammy sheets, thoughts cloudy as he fucked you through it.

“f-fuck, there you go.” bunny was smiling smug at your expression. oh how he loved it, you were so pretty like this.

you were in ruins — the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning, eyes rolling and irises flicking into the back of your head, drool spilling off the corners of your lips and clinging to your cheek. your brain felt like fucking mush.

“you still with me now?”

“mmmh.” you slurred, your head obviously up in the clouds. the overstimulation your poor cunt was enduring felt divine and you were coating his dick a milky white.

“that’s what i thought, fuck— this pussy’s killing me, princesa.” pushing his twitching cock into your sensitive heat, his moans were only getting more vocal now as he began to reach his peak, fingers leaving an impression into your skin as the veins in his arms bulged. “does she want to be filled up, huh? does she want my cum?”

“y-yeah!” you were mindlessly yelping the word, balling the sheets in your fists and whining his name because he was the only thing on your mind.

“then i’ll give it to her.”

knuckles turning white as his hold on your thighs tightened, he was meeting your pussy with a particularly hard thrust and releasing straight into your overstuffed womb, a loud broken groan leaving his lips. your entire body shuddered at the sensation, cunt sopping and glistening as he pulled out, multiple rounds worth of cum leaking out your hole.

“look at that.” he was running two thick fingers over your slit, gathering the drip and shoving it back into your cunt. “can’t waste any after you begged for it.”

“t-too much...” you whimpered, limp and exhausted, unable to scoot away from him.

SAE DAY OFF

a/n: working hard for u chat + i absolutely think im hilarious for writing this

it was 2:04 am. julien had been awake for approximately twenty minutes now, he hadn’t moved though, like at all, not a muscle. he was lying on his back, one arm wrapped around you and the other resting somewhere near his head, while you were half-sprawled across him in a position that was probably terrible for both of your backs.

“are you awake?” he asked. “...non.” you tiredly reply.

“okay.”

…

“…what about now?”

“…still no.”

“how can you sleeptalk so coherently?”

“...i’m goated like that.”

julien looks down at you, you were staring at him, counting the feint hairs on his face. when your eyes meet, you yawn and wipe the wetness that built up, before staring right back at him. the room went quiet, only the soft hum of the ac and the soft taps on the window from the light rain. it was beautifully silent for about twelve seconds.

“you know, [Name].”

“hm?” you hum, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle deeper into his neck.

“you remember that one show you told me about? the one about football.”

“mhm… what of it?”

he keeps speaking, fingers gently caressing your back.

“there’s this one player, kylian mbappe, i think he looks a bit like me.”

“mmm… maybe? the hair yeah, or maybe when he was younger, but his is longer.”

“i like him. he is cool, and neat.”

“mhm, you’re cool too.”

“yes exactly, and we are both fast non?”

“i think you’re faster?”

“you think so?”

“yeah.”

“… and then this other player, michael olisé.” julien adds, “he’s handsome.” you reply fast.

“…not what i wanted to talk about but, whatever amour. anyways, i meant to say, the duo reminds me of myself and charles.”

“he doesn’t look remotely like charles though?”

“i wasn’t talking about his appearance, i mean by how we play. olisé is a midfielder and kylian…ah, our names also sound alike… kylian is a forward, as am i.”

“how do you even think that, julipoo.” you trace stars on his chest.

julien nodded solemnly, “i know, sorry. it makes sense though non?”

“mmm... that’s true.”

“i am trying to mold charles into this, perfect passer, for myself. to give me good passes so i can score.”

“he already does that? you don’t like his passes?”

“not the passes i dislike, it is how he works as a person, it is his shit motivation that sometimes depletes mid-game, and it irritates me.”

julien added, twirling strands of your hair around his forefinger and thumb. “olisé likes passing to kylian, and kylian always scores flawlessly.”

“it almost sounds like you’re talking about him like he's your brother, babe.”

he sighed and pulled you a little closer, you were quiet again. then you felt his hands tightened slightly around your back.

“… it is kind of a coincidence, if you truly think about it. he is a frenchman, with dark skin, a semi-similar hair style as me and almost the same height.”

you poke his cheeks, bored and tired.

“well, maybe you are brothers. what if the creators made him and used you for inspo?”

juliens eyes sparkled, then he looked at you before mimicking your actions and poking you as well.

“that might be it mon amour. if he is based off me, we might be brothers.”

“dictator kylian mbappe, and his most trusted, next in-command, julien loki.”

“non.”

you laugh aloud, holding his hands still before leaning so closely, your noses touched.

“is it the opposite? dictator julien and next in-command kylian?”

“oui, it sounds better that way.”

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose into yours. “… though olisé is smarter than charles. charles is braindead half the day, maybe.”

“that’s mean, juli. that’s my son, you’re talking about.”

“he is not our son.”

“yes he is.”

“then i am putting him up for adoption.”

you kiss his nose.

“then i’m adopting him.”

“mon chou, that is not how it works.”

“i don’t care, he calls me maman and i love it.”

julien sighs dramatically before turning around, leaving you cold. “then you are a single mother of one parasitic child.” he says, closing his eyes as he feels your chest press against his back.

“so mean juli, i thought you loved me?”

you fake pouted, your chin over his shoulder as you look at his face and trace over his nose bridge.

“... maybe when charles took a kaiser impact to the head, it rattled what little brains he had left in there.”

you blinked.

“like a maraca?”

“oui, a maraca.”

“well… i hate to say it jules, but how can a maraca rattle with nothing inside it?”

julien chuckles, placing his hand over yours and intertwining your fingers.

“you are bullying your own child [Name]?”

“…. i can’t help it, he’s funny looking sometimes. i still love him though.”

“... he looks like a toilet brush.”

“not even close jules, you just wanted to say that.”

“yes i did.”

“i hate you.”

“.... let’s have guimauve chocolat for breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow.”

you nod slowly, it was his favorite food. so if he could do that, then you could do it too.

“.. and then after tomorrow, we’re eating potato chips for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“absolutely not.” his reply was instantaneous, how rude.

“okay so no chocolat.”

“it is not really the same now is it?”

“julien, guimauve chocolat isn’t that far off with how unhealthy it is from potato chips.”

julien stayed quiet, looking so smugly comfortable while he closed closed his eyes.

“julien.” no responses.

“julien?” still nothing

“…. i think kylian is handsome-er than you.” you whisper softly into his ear.

“no he isn’t.”

you roll on top of him, and then sliding off infront of him. you were almost hanging off the bed but his arms immediately wrapped around you.

“[Name]?”

“yes?”

“… i think sometimes…. you know, in life, i think i am too competitive.”

you immediately caught the reference, a voice line said by the character kylian in said show. julien was fighting a smile forming on his face.

“i fucking hate you.” you giggle before it escalated into something louder. “you did his accent wrong, idiot.”

“i did it perfectly..., one more thing [Name].”

you thought about it, preparing to hear something stupid come out of his mouth again.

“ask me what the julien special is.” “no.” “come ooooon mon amour, ma puce, ma chérie, m—“

you sigh, very very loudly. “…………..what’s the julien special?”

julien was chuckling now, his head sinking back into the pillow.

“... for example nothing.”

“… julien you have practice tomorrow…”

he whined, pulling you into what felt like being cuddled by an octopus.

“….mmmmmi think for once in my life, i don't really wanna go… let’s talk until we fall asleep mon ange.”

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haven’t drawn in a long time due to assignments… architecture is killing me ;;

Synopsis- you're crying in the room bcuz you're insecure of your weight! :(

Tw: F!reader, reader is insecure of her weight, ENJOIIIIII

Pairings: yukimiya, kaiser x you (individual)

A/n: y'allllll I saw this one tiktok in which a person gave their s/o a chocolate and it's backside was covered with black marker so that their s/o wouldn't be able to see the weight and all and omggggggg they are soooooo swetttttttt for doing thiissssssss! Btw, i suck at endings😭✌️alsooo, I'm sooryyy for posting it soo late!!! Sorry!

Credits to @cursed-carmine for the dividerss!!

ABSOLUTELY NOOOTTT PROOFREADDD

➤ Yukimiya Kenyu

'My love, darling, sweet thing, please open the door' Yukimiya begs, sitting on the floor, outside the locked door of the bedroom that you're crying in, 'You're the most beautiful and pretty and gorgeous person I've ever seen, I love you, please come out and eat something, don't starve yourself, my love, you're beautiful just the way you are, you don't need to-' he suddenly stops as his eyes land on the fridge- oh, the goddamn fridge! He practically skids across the floor, opening the fridge and taking out the chocolate bar from it.

He rushes towards the nightstand beside the tv, opening its drawers with a thud as he takes out a black marker from it. He scribbles all over the backside of the chocolate bar's wrapper, taking a good look at it before going towards the locked door. Yukimiya knocks on it, crouching and sliding the choco bar inside.

He stands before the door, waiting for any response from you. His eyes jolt up as he hears a small creak from the door, you peeking out of it with the choco bar in your hand, 'My Love..' he murmurs before opening the door fully and pulling you in a tight hug as you hide your face in his chest. Yeah, he scolded you later for crying so much...(while he was feeding you, duhh?)

➤ Michael Kaiser

Your knees are pulled up to your chest, your arms around your legs as you hide your face, crying because of the overwhelming feeling in your gut- the same feeling that made you vomit one time already. Suddenly, you get startled by a knock on the window.

You get up, wearing your slippers as you walk to the covered window, gasping when you see Kaiser hanging from one hand, having a worried look on his face. you quickly open the window, 'Wh-What The Hell- Made you think that you can pull this o- off?! Get in ri- right now!' you order him, your voice a bit hoarse as you hiccup in between.

He pulls himself up by using his other hand, jumping inside with a thud, 'What? There are roofs that I can easily climb on, and besides, you are sad' he follows you to the bed as you both sit down, 'Here, this will help' he says, handing you a chocolate bar from his pocket as he gets up from the bed, heading to the bathroom, 'Really, a chocolate bar?' you croak out, 'You love it' he peeks out from the bathroom, winking at you

You sigh, looking at the choco bar before seeing it's backside, which is scribbled on by a black marker, with 'Why u looking at the calories? U pretty the way you are' written on it. You pad towards the bathroom waiting for Kaiser to come out, 'Woah, why are you here? Peekin-' before he could finish his sentence, you hugged him tight while he smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

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Omegaverse Ryusae: Part Five

He shifted, pushing both of Shidou's thighs back against his torso. His palms squeezed the man's thick muscle, Sae’s eyes running up his toned body to Shidou’s face, his cheeks flushed, pouty lips just begging to be kissed. 

Sae clicked his tongue. “So damn needy.” He bent down, pressing a kiss to Shidou’s chest.  The blonde whined as Sae smattered small red marks across his pecs, eventually reaching the man’s rosy-brown nipple. He swirled his tongue around the bud, and Shidou’s chest hitched with a gasp.  

Sae sucked the bud into his mouth, and groaned under his breath when Shidou’s nails raked across his back, the man mewling out a cry.  His hips jerked up against Sae’s body, their cocks brushing.  Sae grunted and yanked back to wrap a fist around his swelling length. 

“Naughty bitch,” He breathed, gaze meeting Shidou’s.  The man didn’t reply, only stared at Sae with hooded eyes and salmon-pink cheeks. 

“Y’know what.” Sae squeezed his dick, shifting back enough to sling the man’s calves onto his shoulders. “You wanna be a brat?” He bent down, taking a deep breath of Shidou’s mouth-watering pheromone: it intensified the closer his face drifted to his privates. “Then be a brat.” His tongue flicked at Shidou’s hole, and the blonde gasped. 

“Lashes-”

Sae pressed his tongue into Shidou’s folds, lapping upwards.  The heavy taste of musk filled his mouth, a slight lemony sweetness to it.  Somehow, the flavor only made the desire in Sae’s gut deepen, and he dug in further. 

Shidou moaned, his thighs tightening around Sae’s head.  The redhead felt fingers tangle into his mussed hair, pulling slightly.

“Harder, harder, oh fuck, harder-” Shidou begged.  Sae only hummed, burying his face in Shidou’s soaked folds, his tongue pushing into his hole.  The taste of him was addicting now, Sae lapping up more slick.  He dragged his tongue all the way up the blonde’s smooth nethers, over his balls, to his quivering length, eliciting a strained moan from his partner.  

Sae only stopped when he reached the man’s tip, but then he wrapped his lips around it and bobbed his head down.  Shidou choked on a groan, his hands tugging Sae’s hair.  Sae grunted, wincing at the sting on his scalp.  There was a soft pop when he released Shidou’s dick, licking the salty pre off his lips. 

“Stay still,” Sae rasped before he swiped his tongue down the underside of Shidou’s dick, following the vein. “Or there’ll be consequences.” He dipped back down to his hole, swirling his tongue around the inner ring.  Shidou’s hips rolled into Sae’s tongue, his hands tugging the man closer.  

Sae shut his eyes and took a deep breath of the nectar filling his mouth, letting the man ride his tongue for a few seconds before he pressed his hands against Shidou’s hips and held him down.  

“Ah!” Shidou cried out when Sae repeated the path up to his dick with his tongue.  Sae’s gaze fell on Shidou’s face as he pushed his dick into his mouth again.  Shidou’s chest heaved, his legs flinching and squeezing with every one of his partner’s movements.  His entire face and neck was bright pink, his head pressed against the bed as he moaned nonsense.  

“Sae-ah-Sae! Please, please-ah, m’gonna cum!” Shidou gasped, his hips lifting.  Sae gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of his throat, and pulled off. 

“Not yet.” he commanded, bending back down so he was eye-level with Shidou’s hole.  He moved his hand to palm Shidou’s ass, rubbing his thumb over the outside of his hole. 

Shidou whimpered, a shudder passing through his body: more slick coated the redhead’s thumb.  Sae glanced up at him. 

“You’re not allowed to cum.”

“Y-Yes, daddy Sae,” the blonde nodded, sucking in deep breaths. 

Sae hummed and shifted his slick-soaked thumb down to Shidou’s puckered second hole.  He pressed his tongue against the first as he slowly pressed his thumb into the man’s ass.  

Shidou gasped, then moaned.  His hands slipped from Sae’s hair to wrap around the man’s neck.  Sae paused, slowly pressing his throat against Shidou’s palms.  He swallowed, and the blonde made a small noise. 

“You like this?”

“Harder,” Sae murmured, licking the man’s hole again.  Shidou sucked in a sharp breath, and his fingers tightened.  

The compression felt almost…soothing to Sae.  Now he could feel every reaction from Shidou in the man’s fingers, as well as taste it on his own tongue as he lapped up the aromatic slick.  It was hot, sending waves of adrenaline down Sae’s body, straight to his cock.  

“Ah, lashes, fuck, I wanna cum,” Shidou complained, his lower half following Sae’s movements with gradual rolls.  His hands tightened slightly 

Sae sighed, feeling his breath echo back at him. Shidou flinched, moaning. 

“Pleaseeee.”

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Sae finally leaned up, pulling out of the chokehold.  He panted slightly as he palmed his throbbing length.  Shidou’s eyes flickered down to it, watching as Sae moved closer.  

Sae fought back a groan when he let his dick drop, his tip slapping between Shidou’s soaked folds.  Shidou gasped, his hips flinching upwards, and he moved his legs to wrap around the redhead’s waist.

“Please, please, I need it!”

“Fucking take it, then,” Sae fitted his tip into the man’s hole, immediately pushing to the hilt.  A powerful shiver passed over Shidou’s body, and he shrieked.  His gummy walls tightened around Sae, who swore under his breath.  

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Shidou whined as he painted his stomach white with his own cum, his cock twitching in the air.

Sae pulled back slightly, beginning to roll his hips into the tight tunnel.  He hissed. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

“Oh god yes, please, fuck me so hard!” Shidou threw his head back, his inner walls finally loosening again.

“Yeah?” Sae grunted, picking up the pace.  He felt breathless, not from exhaustion, but from the glorious feeling of his aching tip brushing Shidou’s soft interior, pushing up against his cervix with every thrust. 

Shidou’s tongue lolled out of his mouth when Sae adjusted the angle to feel it more.  Before he could hold it in, a strangled moan escaped Sae’s mouth.  

Shidou giggled lightly, gasping in between breaths. “Does it feel good, Sae-chan?”

“F-Fuck yes,” Sae muttered, mindless words pouring fourth now. “I know I’m an enigma, but shit-I’m gonna knot you.” 

Shidou groaned, his eyes rolling back. “Yes, fuck, please, I want you to knot me.” 

Sae barely clung to reality now, his cock pistoning in-and-out without pause, pleasure and gnawing need spreading across his entire body.  His breath caught in his chest when his tip reached the spongy spot inside of Shidou’s womb again. “Fuck m’gonna breed you.” he wrapped a hand around Shidou’s cock, smearing the man’s precum as he slid his hand to the timing of his thrusts. 

“Fu-fu-fu-fu-FUHHHHK-” Shidou exclaimed, his back arching off the bed as he spilled all over Sae’s hand, and his womb spasmed around his partner’s cock. 

note : this has been rotting in my notes for days and i dont even like it but i NEED to post so bad

touring your boyfriend around your hometown wasn’t as sunshine and rainbows as you thought it was when you were dragging a furious, six-foot-tall japanese striker away from an angry mob of middle-aged men.

"say that again, you lukewarm piece of—” rin snapped, actively trying to wrench his arm out of your grip as he violently gestured toward a group outside a local pub.

"rin, shut up and keep walking!" you hissed, trying your best to pull rin like he was a frantic dog on a leash.

just three days ago, japan had absolutely obliterated your home country’s national team. rin had scored two goals, and instantly became public enemy number one.

now, he was here to visit you, stubbornly refusing to wear a hat or sunglasses because he claimed "hiding is for losers."

it was a miracle you had even made it two blocks before the chaos started.

"hey! look! it’s that arrogant kid from the game!" a guy in a stained jersey shouted, pointing a greasy finger at rin. "hey, tokyo boy! you got lucky! the referee was blind!"

rin stopped dead in his tracks.

"lucky?" he echoed, turning around with a twitching eyebrow. "your defense was a joke. a bunch of uncoordinated toddlers stumbling over grass. you lost because your genetic code is weak."

"rin, oh my god, do not insult their dna!" you panicked, wrapping both arms around him to physically haul him backward as the men stood up from their tables.

"what did you say, you punk?!" the group advanced, and a chorus of loud booing rippled down the entire place.

"i said your team is garbage," rin continued, his veins bulging as he tried to break free. "and your jerseys look like cheap dish towels!"

seeing a man waving a rolled-up sports magazine step off the sidewalk, you went into full survival mode.

you grabbed rin by the hood of his jacket and yanked him backward into a narrow alleyway behind a bakery.

"rin, you can't just do that!" you gasped, leaning against the brick wall, completely out of breath. “if you beat up a middle-aged man, you’re gonna get cancelled!”

rin opened his mouth to argue, his eyes flashing with irritation. "i don't care about some stupid—"

"rin, seriously, stop," you interrupted, softening your voice but keeping it firm. you stepped right into his space, looking up at him. "i brought you here to show you around and have a nice time together, not to fight the locals.”

that did it. the sudden shift from frantic panic to your genuine, disappointed plea caught him completely off guard.

rin’s jaw tightened, and the raging fury in his eyes slowly dissolved into a deeply irritated pout. he looked down at you, clicked his tongue sharply, and finally crossed his arms in defeat.

"they started it," he muttered under his breath, looking like a teenager who just got his video games confiscated.

"i don't care who started it," you sighed with relief, grabbing his hand and pulling him deeper into the alley shortcuts toward your apartment. "no more talking to locals. from now on, you're mute."

rin grumbled something incoherent about "lukewarm peasants," but he didn't let go of your hand, squeezing it tightly as you hurried away from the sounds of the angry crowd.

Contains explicit content.Written for @unknownsvoid and yes, I did mean to write it like a nasty porno lmao

Tags: @moch1bunny

Sae and Shidou got hit with a sex-change beam and of course decided to test out their female bodies in bed.

...

"Ah-ah!" Shidou cried, her back arching against the bed. "F-Fuck, Sae, it'so sssensitive!"

Sae lifted Shidou's hips higher, one leg swung across the girl's stomach. It had taken a few minutes to figure out the position, but finally their folds had slotted together, Shidou's thighs gripped tightly by Sae.

Sae bit her lip to hold in her own sounds, watching Shidou's tits bounce furiously as she ground her pubic bone harder against her.

They locked eyes, Shidou's breathless pink gaze heavily hooded by long blonde lashes. A whimper slipped from Sae's lips as a jolt of pleasure shot through her womb, her clit scraping just right against Shidou's.

Shidou groaned. "Fuck, babe, this is so hot-" she dropped her head back against the bed, her hips snapping wearily against her girlfriend's. "You look so fucking hot as a girl."

"Yeah," Sae panted, changing the angle of her hips. A trickle of sticky arousal trickled down Shidou's pubic mound, catching in the crop of blonde hair. Sae's stomach clenched strangely, and Shidou moaned.

"Mmm I feel tingly-" she gasped. "Ah, Sae, keep going-"

Sae let out a groan of her own, the burning pleasure nearly overwhelming. She could feel the incessant need growing in her gut, a feeling foreign but beautiful.

"I think m'gonna cum," Shidou whimpered, the squelch of her pussy against Sae's growing louder when she arched her back higher. "Hahh, I wanna cum so bad,"

"Me too," Sae panted. Fuck, they'd been going at it for so long. Is it really this hard to cum as a girl?

A twinge shot through her body as her clit scraped against Shidou's. Shidou cried out.

"Please please please, I wanna cum!"

Sae bit her lip and ground her hips down harder: she could feel every velvety ridge of Shidou's pussy, the pressure tipping her over the edge.

Shidou cried out, her body seizing beneath Sae's, right before Sae saw white. Waves of pleasure ripped through her, Shidou's puffy clit throbbing against her own. She blinked away stars, sucking in air after each groan that left her. Fuck, that feels...fantastic.

Beneath her, Shidou was trembling now, and when Sae's gaze focused onto her face, she saw the tears streaking down the girl's tan skin.

"Felt s'good," Shidou whimpered. Sae untangled herself from the girl's thighs, which had been squeezing her. She slowly spread on top of her, taking a deep breath.

Shidou's hands smoothed down Sae's back, sneaking forward to pinch a nipple. She hummed.

"I like your boobs."

Sae snorted, blinking slowly. She reached up and palmed one of Shidou's much-larger breasts.

Shidou giggled quietly. "You like 'em too, don't you?"

“Promise me you won’t do it again?”

“Yes! Ugh—Shitttttt..!”

Sae pumped his cock, pulling his hand away as Shidou pulsed.

“Fuck, Sae. Let me cum, bastard!” Shidou rasped out, as hips bucked up into nothing.

Sae watched Shidou struggle under him for a few moments. Before stroking him again, agonizingly slow.

Shidou thrusting up into his hand, chasing his orgasm—but Sae was quick to put his hand on Shidou’s abdomen to keep him pinned down.

“Fuck..fuck..fuck fuck fuck..!” Sae moved his along his length at an overstimulating pace.

Sae made eye contact with Shidou, looking down at his disheveled appearance.

Shidou’s eyes rolled back and his back arched. “C-cumming..!”

Shidou’s hot sticky seed spilled all over his jersey and Sae’s hand.

Shidou’s head fell back on the lockers as he rolled his hips to ride out his orgasm