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vivien went on a hunger strike that day which lasted approximately an hour. the apples were simply too juicy. it was hard to resist- you see, vivien has always loved juicy stuff and you always had some apple juice in a little carton with you for lunch. vivien thought it was destiny, then. (and totally not a coincidence and the fact that children usually enjoy sweet things.)

the story brings a dramatic tear to the, now adult, eyes of vivien. next to him, his teammate julien couldn’t be any less interested. “that’s what got you distracted? a girl from over 15 years ago that threw barbies at you? i wish i had some right now, you’re making me want to throw something, too.”

charles giggles away behind them, “is that why you don’t have a girlfriend? you think you’ll meet her again or something?”

“exactly that,” vivien refuses to entertain his childish teammate and friend, “we’re meant to be together, and that’s why i’ll wait as long as i need to.”

he often wonders what life has been like for you. if your smile is still just as bright, if you’re still just as much of a know-it-all. if you have a boyfriend. 

that last point makes him grimace.

the open field is bathed by the spring sun. the temperatures aren’t too high, but enough to work up a sweat if the wind slows down enough. as the trio steps onto the grass, on their way to join their fellow national team players, they note a new figure standing next to their coach.

“oh yeah, wasn’t there supposed to be some new manager?” julien questions, eyes already set on the person as they get closer and closer.

vivien nods, “right. i just hope they won’t get in the way.”

thoughts of you are quickly overshadowed in favor of the upcoming qualifying rounds for the world cup. the three of them need to bring their a-game, if the four world cup wins are still something they wish to achieve. which, it very much is.

as they come to a standstill next to the rest of the team, vivien eyes the new person with half-interest. more-so ready to get the introductions over with so he can hear what the coach has to say. though, the longer he looks at their new manager, the more his heart speeds up. the same eyes, the same mouth- even the same way you used to stand whenever you gave a presentation..!

he says your name in unison with the coach, more to himself than to anyone else, but it doesn’t go unheard by his friend. julien raises a brow, looking between you and vivien. he nudges the midfielder, “you know this one? she’s cute. you could’ve introduced us-”

palms sweating, vivien wipes them on his shorts. it’s hard to believe that it really is you, but there is no mistaking you for anyone else. unless you’ve got a twin, who goes by the same name. 

do you recognize him? will you still have the urge to throw stuff at him? he doesn’t have a lot of time to ponder on those questions when their coach dismisses you again. it is worth a raised brow when he sees you look up at the older man, eyes full of determination. a silly sight, especially when all he asks is for you to get the cooler from the canteen so they could all have some chilled water during training.

and yet, even for something so simple, you nod with vigor, and off you go. 

vivien hears a chuckle coming from julien, “cute. looks sweet, and very eager to please.”

the taller man can’t help a corner of his lips from inching upward. you always used to be like that, just… not for him. 

but now that he’s in a position to ask things from you it’s a whole different story. he can’t believe he’s thinking this, but you not remembering him might just work in his favor here. that is, if you do. or don’t. his brows pinch in confusion. 

either way, julien’s interest doesn’t cause any jealousy, surprisingly enough. building in his gut is an excitement akin to the one he experiences on the field. it’s an excitement he only experiences when he plays with julien. so while they start their laps around the field for their standard warm-up, vivien gets an absolutely wonderful idea.

“can i tell you something crazy?” vivien asks, running alongside julien.

julien rolls his eyes, “what, another anecdote about the barbie thrower?”

when he’s met with no real answer, merely vivien’s soulless eyes staring back at him, he groans, “do i have another choice?”

“it’s her.”

that has julien’s neck snapping back, eyes darting between where you left earlier and his destiny-driven friend. “that’s the barbie thrower? you’re fucking kidding.”

vivien kind of wishes he was. he’s thought of reuniting with you so many times, and none of them were anything like this. especially not when the reunion mixed julien into it all. 

but, thinking about it now, meeting julien has always felt like part of his destiny as a football player. maybe their connection goes further, and maybe it was always meant to be you three. his friend’s interest in you right from the get-go only solidifies that theory. both of them were taken by you as soon as they saw you, that simply cannot be a coincidence. 

so, vivien shakes his head, “not kidding. i don’t know if she remembers me.”

“let’s hope not. or- actually yeah, for me i sure hope she does,” julien laughs, “gives me a better chance.”

the sun is truly doing its best to make this as exhausting as it can. the wind nearly gone, it’s now just a bunch of sweaty men with insane stamina which is now rendered near-useless. luckily, you’re back. hauling that way-too-big cooler just for them. they finish the lap, stopping at the little makeshift hydration station you’ve set up.

while he definitely wasn’t jealous thinking of you with julien, vivien’s chest squeezes tightly when he sees you handing out bottles to his other (very clearly interested) teammates. out of the corner of his eye he sees julien has already put on his most charming grin. or maybe it went instinctively, vivien definitely wouldn’t blame him. 

it was strangely cathartic, seeing julien so interested in you. as very popular players they had always had their share of women who’d do anything to even be near them, but never has vivien seen such genuine intrigue in his friend’s eyes. then again, julien has always been very… how does he put it? ah, yes. domineering. while it had no effect on himself, clearly it was something that appealed to a lot of women, and vivien has an inkling it may also appeal to you. 

vivien’s heart nearly beats out of his chest when it’s finally their turn. he searches for your eyes to meet, looking for any sign of recognition. and it’s exactly what he finds. crows feet form near the corners of your eyes as you focus in on him. the burgundy hair is hard to confuse, he thinks.

a voice he did not expect to have changed so much, yet one that fits you so extremely well fills his ears and his heart. 

“vivien? it’s been so long,” he hears you giggling, “sorry, i don’t have anything to throw at you this time.”

he hears julien snort next to him, while his eyes continue staring you down. it’s honestly getting a bit uncomfortable. in your hand is the cold water bottle, one he has still not taken and it sounds like it’s getting increasingly harder for julien not to burst out laughing. 

your eyes find julien, your expression so innocently curious it has his heart doing flips. with a slap to the back of his head, vivien finally takes the bottle from you, “thank you. and i guess you could’ve thrown the bottle. thank you for uhm.. not doing that.”

“though he would’ve definitely deserved it,” julien adds. “name’s julien, by the way. it’s wonderful to meet you.”

vivien says your name at the same time as you, again. it sounds so pretty, and rolls off the tongue so easily, so naturally. so meant-to-be. it’s yet another confirmation to him that the wait was worth it, and all the feelings he had for you back then come surging back just as strongly. hopefully no hunger strike will be necessary this time.

woefully, training has to continue and they’re forced to bid you goodbye. for now. 

it’s hard to ignore julien’s grin, so he doesn’t. “we’re not talking to her anymore. why are you smiling?”

that’s met with an eyeroll. “dude, you don’t know anything about girls, do you?”

vivien shakes his head, “never needed to pay attention.”

“clearly,” julien sighs, passing the ball to him while they continue their drills, “she’s perfect. like, actually perfect. wanna bet we can get her to do anything we want?”

vivien’s brows pinch, “how do you know that?”

there hasn’t been much indicating what you’d be like in a private setting, at least to vivien. 

julien deadpans, “did you even see how she lit up when coach praised her for getting the cooler? sure it’s just one example but she’s a sucker for orders and praise i can just see it!”

vivien huffs, “i don’t think it’ll be that easy.”

the smirk that spreads across julien’s face says enough. game on.

‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾.

it’s a tough balance to maintain, julien thought at first. speaking to you any time he got the chance to while not ticking you off to something being wrong. whether that be a quick ‘good morning, miss manager’ or a cheeky ‘cute skirt’. though, he quickly finds, you’re.. to put it plainly, very very naive. 

combined with you, expectedly, taking orders without stopping for even a second to consider them, made easing you into more and more scandalous situations a cake-walk. 

on one of the hotter mornings, julien rests on the grass while vivien is off to the bathroom. his eyes drift to you, where you gather the empty bottles left by others and dump them into the recycle bin. he’s learned that you’re not always very aware of your surroundings, and thus must not be doing this on purpose… but every upskirt shot he gets of you whenever you bend down sure makes him question whether you meant for him to see the absolutely adorable polka dot panties you’ve got hugging your plush rump. it really hasn’t been that long since you’ve started working here, and he’s already this affected. the stirring in his shorts has him biting his lip. he’ll really have to do something about you soon.

the first chance julien gets is a week later. he makes sure to be the last one left in the locker room. he lingers, just in case you’ll be the one sent to tell him to hurry up.

and as always, he’s right.

a timid knock on the door has him sitting up straight on the bench, “come in.”

there you are. the sight of you makes his heart skip a few beats. all shy smiles and a dress he figures is meant to be modest but with proportions like that it’s hard to tell. “miss manager, my apologies for lingering. i’m just a bit, hmm, lost in thought?”

hook, line and sinker.

your eyes widen and you nod along, “i see. is there anything i can do for you?”

how sweet of you to be so concerned. and of course, an act of service is the first thing you ask about. he’s got you all figured out.

julien stretches his neck to the left and to the right, making sure to exaggerate enough. his voice is slightly strained, eyes half-lidded when they land back on you. “i’m just so beat after all this training for the world cup, you know? i a little worried all this exhaustion is going to weigh in on my performance on the field.”

he sees you panic slightly, and he has to force the corner of his lips down so he doesn’t end up smirking. of course, a dutiful manager wouldn’t want their players exhausted. the team’s poor performance will reflect badly on you, too. how will you get your fill of praise then?

“so, maybe there is something you could do,” he beckons you over, his chest warming up as you scramble to follow his direction, “my legs are really, really tense. i use them the most, right?

“would you mind massaging them for me?”

you visibly hesitate, your eyes jumping between his legs and his face, “shouldn’t i call a masseuse? i think they’re better suited for stuff like this-”

julien doesn’t pout, but he does the next best thing he knows works. his tone drops a few octaves, “i think a massage from a sweet girl like you will do wonders, ms. manager.”

maintaining eye contact, he reaches for your hand. slowly but surely he guides your more and more plaint form onto your knees. “right. that’s good. really good.”

“a good manager knows how to take care of their players,” he chuckles, “and you look like you know what you’re doing. how fortunate am i to be taken care of by such a devoted manager?”

your eyes flutter shut briefly before they widen back again. all the praise, the expectation and the promise of more is getting to you. julien can no longer help his smirk, which is now easier to hide away when your fingers finally make contact with the supple skin on his right calf as he can explain it away as relaxation. 

the sigh of relief he lets out sounds like something that could be included in those boyfriend asmr roleplays charles showed him a parody of some time ago. not that he watched those. or maybe he did, just to get a feel for what women liked to hear. never did he think it’d come in this handy because while you’re still on your knees, your legs press together. perhaps it’s a bit early, but the way your fingers dig into spots he really wasn’t lying were sore, even more praises spill past his lips while his grip on the edge of the bench tightens. “good girl.”

you pause briefly before resuming, your face turned away in what he assumes is shyness. as you move to the other leg, he decides it’s time to push it a little further.

“thighs too, please,” he urges, tone just as deep as before. and it also has the same effect as before, since you nod so eagerly he worries you might sprain your neck. “do you give massages often? you’re really good~” 

he drags the sentence on purpose. if someone were to hear him outside the door right now they might think you’re participating in a whole other type of activity. well, in a few minutes time they wouldn’t be wrong. 

his hardness is already straining against his boxers and shorts, for now still hidden away beneath the hoodie he’s pulled down so it won’t scare you away too quickly. it’s when you look up at him again, eyes wide and similar to how he saw you look at the coach the other day, your gaze is searching, searching for approval, for more praise. you don’t leave it at that, though.

“is it helping?”

had julien been a lesser man, he’d throw you right onto the bench and have his sweet sweet way with you. gaze so doe, so eager, so utterly at his mercy. and to think that all it took for you to get there was just a few well-timed and well-tuned words. darlings like you have always been his favorite.

so he nods, one of his hands reaching up to cup the back of your neck. his thumb rests right above your pulse. “it is. you’re really good at this, miss manager.

“but i can’t help feeling… stressed, still. a good manager knows how to help with that too, don’t you?”

his grip on your neck tightens as he brings your face closer between his legs. your knees shuffle against the floor as you try to accommodate the switch in position. the heat emitting from your face warms the inner part of his thighs. it’s then that he pulls his hoodie up, and the look of shock on your face is nearly enough to make him bust untouched. 

“you’ll continue being good, right? i’d hate for our sweet manager to lose her position because her star player is out of commission," he drawls, already prepared for having to play into your sense of duty. 

however, you quickly prove it’s not even necessary. your need to be good, to be praised is so strong he doesn’t need to guilt you into anything. a simple order is enough. oh, he’s going to have so much fun with you.

hips buck up into your touch when your delicate hands first land on his bulge, making him hiss. your cautious gaze earns you nod, permission to continue, and you do. shorts and boxers pulled down, he grins as you rub your thighs together once more, staring at the monster that is his cock. any worries that you won’t be able to take it, into your mouth or otherwise, are long gone from his mind. if he asks, you’ll do it. 

julien doesn’t know how it’s even possible, but he feels himself get infinitely harder when your lips make contact with his tip. thighs tensing together with the grip he still has on your neck, he has to bite his lip to prevent himself from making any embarrassing noises you seem to have an easy time pulling out of him. 

your lips wrap around him as you take the first bit into your mouth. tongue swirling while you suckle on him so gently warms his chest unfamiliarly. it’s no matter, he firmly guides you further down, the pleasure bubbling in his gut builds way faster than what he’s used to. 

“fuck-,” he sighs, taking a couple deep breaths to steady himself so his orgasm doesn’t wash over him right this instant. 

but then he meets your eyes, which seem to have been focusing on him for quite some time already. he doesn’t have the words to describe how you’re looking at him, except maybe that you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. as if on autopilot he guides you up and down his cock, the tiny slurps, the sucks and the little pop when you lose the suction all drive him a sort of insane he has a hard time getting used to. in a way, it seems like you’re the one in control, and he does not like that.

so his second hand joins the first on on the back of your head, and he thrusts. your gags are like music to his ears, and he relaxes knowing he’s regained at least some of his control back. with your hands bracing yourself against his thighs he pushes in a little further with each thrust, your eyes screwed shut while tears stream down your soft cheeks. had he been conscious enough, he’d grab his phone to take a picture in an instant. but alas, his memory will have to do.

a voice echoing down the hallway startles him, but knowing who it belongs to only has him going harder. your nails dig into his thighs, looking between you and the door, it doesn’t seem like you heard much over the constant slapping of his balls against your chin. 

so when the door opens, and vivien hugo gets an eyefull of julien throat-fucking his first love, the latter can’t help it when his orgasm finally does rock through him, and the heavy, creamy ropes of spend fill your throat and slide down into your belly.

julien keeps your head down, softening dick still lodged as far as it can be inside your throat while he keeps eye contact with the stunned vivien. no words are said, and you’re none the wiser as you try to keep yourself conscious by breathing through your nose, but nothing really needs to be said, does it?  it really was that easy to get you to obey him, and now vivien knows it, too.

‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾.

that is not how you expected your first week with the french national team to go. 

but julien was so sweet to you, it has you warm all over whenever you recall it, or even when you get as much as a glimpse of him while they train. so… right now. 

sat next to the coach on yet another startlingly hot spring day, you observe the master striker with hawk-like focus. noting down everything you can, from the way his legs move, whether he looks strained or if there’s any sign of distress on him anywhere. a bit of pride spreads in your chest when there’s no signs of any of those things. it means you did good. that the massage worked, and that you successfully relieved his stress. if you’re lucky, he’ll thank you again today. 

the thought of more affirmations causes an involuntary giggle, making the coach look over curiously. “something funny?”

back straight like a candle, you shake your head vehemently, “no, sir! not at all.”

he eyes you a second more, then looks back to the team. not sparing you another glance, he ushers you away, “get me a cup of coffee, black-”

“with two sweeteners,” you finish for him, already getting up. now it’s his time to chuckle, and the ‘smart girl’ muttered under his nose has you beaming as you basically skip over to the break room. crazy how much you can learn in a week. 

though, helping the players and the coach is not the only task you’ve got. unfortunately. tidying the storage room, possibly one of the worst tasks since all the equipment is usually just haphazardly thrown in there, is also on the list. 

stacking cones, finding all the disc cones among the rest of the crap you never even knew was of any importance, counting whether all of it has actually been gathered, gathering what they forgot. it’s tiring to even think about. 

but it’s their sighs of relief, their thanks when they come in the next time they have to train and find everything neater than they’ve ever seen it before that keeps you going. you’re so useful! 

the process of getting there, though, doesn’t really get easier because of it. once again you’re stuck in that cramped room with a bunch of mess. sweat forming at the brow, it’s useless to try and wipe it away as it returns mere moments later anyway, right back in your eye. 

you can hear some players still on the field, bickering and continuing their training beyond the coach’s instructions, continuously pushing themselves to the limit to make sure they’re in top shape. it’s admirable- a knock on the door.

the person doesn’t wait for an answer, they probably know you’re in there. a head of burgundy hair emerges from behind the door before the rest of his body follows. “good afternoon.”

the strange formality is humorous at best, a little uncomfortable at worst. you smile anyway, “hi, vivien. can i do anything for you?”

he nods, closing the door behind him, “yeah.”

you blink, he blinks, you blink at each other as you wait for him to elaborate. the look in his eyes is slightly haunted, especially when he looks down to your lips. eventually, he clears his throat, “i’m stressed.”

“would you like a massage? i gave one to julien-”

well, it turns out the only thing getting a massage would be your cunt. your chest pressed to the door of the storage room while he drags the tip of his cock over your pussy. steadily stroking your clit and down to your entrance. 

with your skirt bunched at your waist, panties shoved to the side your entire backside is on display for him. his eyes snap to your face, and only then does he finally push inside, laser-focused on your expression which only becomes more and more lewd with each inch he manages to force inside your cunt.

“that’s right, chérie,” he pants, the restraint in his voice adds something so erotic to it all it has your eyes rolling back, “i can feel the stress just melting away.”

it feels good, being useful. and what feels even better is his cock hitting your gspot head-on with each thrust he finally allows himself to indulge in. the moans slipping past your lips echo against the door, so he quickly stifles them by putting his hand over your mouth. “can’t have everyone knowing how good you’re being right now. they might get greedy.”

targeted? maybe. not like you’re in the right headspace to question it. your brain nearly melts out of your ears with each delicious stroke of all the sweet spots inside your tight cunt. he only becomes more and more relentless with his thrusts, his hand prevents you from chafing your cheek against the door. your moans have not stopped, though. and they get even louder when he spits on his other hand which he then brings to your twitchy clit, rubbing surprisingly steady circles on the bud.

the double stimulation has your body spasming in his hold, spit coating the inside of his hand while your mouth hangs open behind it. your hips weakly push back against him, chasing even more of the already overwhelming friction. with his chest pressed against your back as he ruts into you as if his life depends on it, he overwhelms all your senses. 

the hand on your mouth presses tighter, angling your head so you can look up at him. eyes hazy, you’re struggling to keep your focus. what you can see is that his own eyes are fixated on your face, strained breaths hit the apples of your cheeks while he uses your body to blow off steam.

tears gather at your waterline as his voice reaches your ears through the lustful haze, “such a perfect girl, aren’t you?”

you nod as much as his tight grip allows, crying harder when he continues, “all these years i’ve missed you, and now i have you.-” he angles his hips even better, the newfound pleasure nearly knocking you off balance, “you’re just as perfect as you were back then,  chérie.”

you try your best to warn him, hands gripping tight onto his forearm as you claw at it. your orgasm fast-approaching, you tap insistently against his arm. 

but it’s no use, it seems, he’s just as lost in it all as you are, and before you know it, a white-hot flash overwhelms you, legs shaking, eyes crossing. a steady stream of liquid squirts down to his balls and his pants which he only pulled down marginally to free his cock. your cunt spasms wildly, milking vivien for all he has to give. a warmth spreads inside you paired with something akin to a whimper in your ear. 

“good girl, such a good girl,” he rambles on, forehead leaning against your shoulder. his softening dick slips out, his cum following close behind. both of his arms hug you tightly against his chest, holding you up while you come down from your high. 

“wow,” you giggle breathlessly, “did it help?”

you feel him nod against your back, “i think i just ascended, chérie.”

a more insistent knock than vivien’s from about an hour ago startles you both. hesitantly you call out, “who’s there?”

“someone curious as to why the storage room sounds like it’s haunted by a pair of whimpering and moaning ghosts.” oh. it was julien.

‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾

the silence inside of vivien’s hotel room wasn’t familiar to either him or his friend currently occupying the other side of the couch. it’s been about a week since vivien’s had his turn with their pretty manager, his childhood crush, and ever since then a weird sort of air has hung around the two men. one that even their younger companion, charles, couldn’t get his head around. luckily, he’s absent from this strange ‘meeting’.

“for someone who called me over to talk, you sure aren’t taking much of an initiative,” julien jokes, “you normally talk so much, this is kind of uncanny.”

and he’s right. for the first time in a while vivien is at a loss for words. for years he’s imagined what it’d be like to talk to you, how he’d woo you, and how perfect of a boyfriend he’d be once he inevitably got you to be his girlfriend. fucking you in a storage room a week after he’s seen you take his friend’s dick down your throat was never something he imagined, and still doesn’t know how to deal with.

seeing that vivien is making no moves to start talking, julien takes it as his opportunity to do so. “i was right, was i not?

“she takes orders like it’s nothing and soaks up praise like i’ve never seen a woman do before,” julien marvels. “honestly, at first i was ready to be like ‘oh, well if i perform badly it’ll be your fault yadda yadda’ but that wasn’t even necessary! i just had to be smart with guiding her and she did it!”

a smirk spreads across his face, “besides, you saw it for yourself.”

vivien can only nod. he did see it. experienced it too. 

“want me to tell you what it was like?” vivien asks, finally looking up at his friend. “i did what you did.”

“you fucked her face?” he’s met with a shake of the head. “you had sex with her?”

then vivien nods, “right. it was good.”

“just good?” julien chuckles.

“phenomenal,” the red-head whispers, “phe-no-me-nal.”

a beat of silence passes while the two hold eye contact. julien then asks the most important question of all. 

“you waited so long for her and are now just… okay with me saying and doing all this?”

vivien doesn’t answer right away. it is true; he’s waited so long for you only to watch you deepthroat his friend. and yet, just as he did when he was first made aware of your presence and identity, he can’t bring himself to feel jealous. 

you were destined for him, as much as he was destined to play football with julien. both of you are his destiny, be that one way or another. and while he doesn’t particularly view julien in a romantic light, if you were to do so… as long as he remained in your life as well, all would be good.

so vivien nods, telling julien as much. “you’re both destined to be in my life. if anything, i mind sharing her with you the least.” 

that has julien’s brows raising, “are you implying a throuple?”

“i’m implying i’ll be fine with anything she chooses,” vivien corrects him, “as long as it’s one of us.”

“of course,” julien laughs, “sick fuck. what if it’s neither?”

vivien leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. it’d look comical if the words that left his mouth next weren’t said in a tone so bone chilling it even rattled someone like julien. 

“then we make it so it’s either.”

the younger man can’t say he disagrees with that approach.

as for a plan? well, there’s only theory testing until something sticks. they only have so much time they can stall before and after practice, since the stadium does have opening and closing times. so, the next best thing? vivien’s hotel room. especially since they can’t risk being seen out with you in a non-professional setting. too many fans who could, and would, say something upsetting to their new- or not so new, sweetheart. 

plan set in motion, it’s a few days later when vivien catches you at the end of your standard storage room clean. heat creeps up his neck and face as he remembers your teary eyes, glazed over with mind-numbing pleasure. beyond impatient to bring that look back onto your face, he knocks on the door frame. “hello there.”

your startled expression has his lips twitching upwards. arms crossed over his chest, he leans his shoulder on the frame, “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“oh, it’s okay!” you wave him off, “i’m almost finished, if you have a moment.”

he’d give you a lifetime, if you so allowed. or even if you didn’t. besides, the sight of you bending over in that little sundress he believes the coach only allows you to wear because he, too, enjoys the view is definitely appreciated. 

just as you put away the last ball into the rack, your brilliant smile nearly knocks the breath out of him. “right! how can i help?”

somehow, someway you manage to look marvelous even under the glaring cold lights of a storage room way too cramped for such a big stadium. blinking fast a couple times he manages to finally get something going. though, your doe eyes, full of curiosity and excitement as you anticipate what he’s going to ask of you certainly don’t make it any easier.

“the stadium closes soon,” he states. your brows twitch upwards, but you nod along.

“right.”

“right,” he nods, “i still need help.”

“with?”

off to the side a groan echoes. with quick steps following, julien appears next to vivien, a look of frustration prominent in spite of him trying his best to disguise it.

“we’d like to invite you for dinner,” julien says for him, “we’re still really nervous, you see.”

the concerned expression that takes over your features has vivien cooing internally. you’re so sweet, always so concerned for them… not to worry, he’ll make sure you never have to worry again, as long as you agree to be theirs.

unsurprisingly, you agree right away. 

just as the security goes around telling people to scram, vivien and julien usher you into the latter’s car. situated comfortably in the passenger seat next to the driver, julien, vivien sees you marvel at the expensive interior from his spot in the back. “you look like you’ve never been in one of these.”

“because i haven’t!” you bounce a little in your red leather chair, “it’s all so clean and stuff. my car is far from this comfortable.”

julien smiles at you, his tone unusually chipper, “you could have this a lot more often, amour.”

the term of endearment spills past his lips with so much ease that if vivien wasn’t privy to what was actually going on, he’d assume you were julien’s long-time girlfriend. or at least someone he dearly cherished. not just a girl who’s only recently become his object of… well, obsession, really.

both vivien and julien have been working overtime trying to find out everything they possibly could about you. every social media account, where you moved when you left him when you were both 7. everything they’d need to know about just how you like to live your life, and everything you might need once you stay with them. 

it was also definitely helpful to know that there was no man present in your life that could potentially intercept their little plan.

in spite of the rather bold endearment julien threw at you, you’re still too busy marveling at the car’s interior and the confusion on his friend’s face at your lack of a reaction is humorous enough to draw a chuckle out of him. 

they both share a look through the rearview mirror; your lack of attention on them confirms that they might need to employ a different kind of tactic.

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if julien’s car wasn’t impressive enough, the opulence of vivien’s hotel room is even more so. “why a hotel room?” you question, leaving your shoes by the door. the whole space is lined with gold detailing; not to mention the whole thing is a separate living room, bedroom and you assume there’s a bathroom somewhere as well. and yet, amidst all this opulence, it’s the chocolate fountain that catches your attention.

“i play for an english team,” vivien explains. “so i’m only here for the qualifiers, and until we all leave for the world cup.”

the explanation is no use, you’re long since distracted by the fountain of life. you’ve already worked away two fresh strawberries oh-so conveniently stored next to it. third one is already under the stream. with a mouthful, you can’t help gushing about the rich flavors, “woah, i could stay fed on these forever!”

your mouth full of the sweet treat, the look the two men share behind your back goes partially unnoticed. except for the split second in which you see them in the reflection of the gold-plated painting frame.

you turn your head, fourth strawberry between your teeth, “what was it you needed help with?”

both guys stare at you, one more fondly than the other, and a beat of silence passes only broken by the crunchy bite of the strawberry. julien then smiles, “it can wait. we can rest for now, can we not? you worked so hard, mon chou.”

you simply nod along, licking your fingers clean, “sounds good.”

the couch is probably the most comfortable thing you’ve had the pleasure of sitting on, and the warmth of the two men sitting on both your sides just add onto the already sleepy feeling that has been creeping up on you since you even set foot in julien’s car. he’s right, you do work hard! the sound of vivien getting back up from the couch has you looking over. he’s changed so much since you were kids. sure, he still has that monotone expression of his that used to irritate you to no end while he was preaching about you being meant for one another, but he’s definitely grown. a lot. 

“what’d you like, chérie?” he asks, grabbing three glasses from the bar. “we’ve got water, cider-”

“just water, please,” you melt into the couch even more, “those strawberries were really sweet..”

your eyes flutter shut, your body unconsciously leaning towards the man who’s still on your left. when you open them again, facing julien, you find him already looking down at you. head propped up on his arm, arm leaning on the backrest. “sleepy girl, aren’t you?”

you nod, leaning in when his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, “very.”

“we’re really happy with you, y’know,” vivien speaks up, the glass clinking against the hardwood coffee table as he sets down your requested water. “we’re really lucky to have such a sweet, helpful manager.”

heat creeps up your neck, ears burning. “thank you,” you mumble, cheek smushed into julien’s hand. vaguely glancing at the table, you manage to grab your glass, bringing it to your lips. it’s cold and refreshing enough to wake you up a little. you gulp down a bit more before you set the glass back down, your back once again against the backrest so you wouldn’t be so rudely turned away from vivien. 

the couch seems to just swallow you whole as the awake feeling passes pretty much as soon as it registered. the warmth from being sat between the two men who don’t really seem to understand the concept of personal space also doesn’t help. a touch to the top of your head has you looking for the source, and you find it in vivien, whose gaze is so intense it’d cause you to cower in any other scenario. and yet, right now, embraced by them both, which you have no idea when it even happened, you find yourself leaning in more and more into the affection. a pout forms on your lips, confusion marring your thoughts. “so.. what did you need?” 

being sleepy has never stopped your willingness to help, and the smile you see spreading over vivien’s face triggers that eagerness all over again. sitting up straighter, you tilt your head curiously. “that’s why i’m here, no?”

“yeah,” vivien nods, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “it is.”

from behind, julien’s hand reaches over to turn your head. before you can question it, his lips are on yours. a flurry of emotions passes through you. the excitement of being needed, the lust building from his scalding hot touch is all too much for your hazy mind. but what is vivien if not a gentle giant. his hands find your waist and his lips settle on your neck. at least you figure that’s the case since you’re pretty sure it’s julien who’s kissing you right now. 

with gentle, ushering touches you’re shifted onto julien’s lap, his hands traveling up and down your sides until they settle on your soft breasts. he massages them, drawing the sweetest noises from you all while swallowing them. the parting of your lips gets taken advantage of immediately, julien’s tongue meets yours gently yet firmly. 

his hand intercepts vivien’s onslaught on your neck by cupping the nape, tilting your head upwards. breaking away from the kiss, he looks down at your fluttering, hazy eyes and spits. his golden eyes widen as he watches you swallow it down without even being told to. “oh, mon chou…”

behind you, vivien seems impatient to get in on the action as well. as if a mere doll for them to maneuver, you’re turned around again as your lips are claimed once more, this time by the red head. it doesn’t seem to be the end of being manhandled as you’re forced to hold onto vivien for dear life when he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. in any other scenario you may have been outraged at how easily he does it, but the muscles rippling beneath your touch and his shirt give you a sense of security. you can only figure the destination is the bedroom as your back hits the third of the softest surfaces of the day. the mattress dips on the other side as well, julien not far behind. 

while vivien’s tongue explores every corner of your mouth, a chill passes over your abdomen. warm hands push up the hem of your dress, then continue exploring your legs and especially- your inner thighs.

vivien’s hands aren’t slacking either, your tits haven’t been touched this much… well, ever. in between the overwhelming affection over both the lower- and top part of your body, your gut churns with heat. the amount of slick pooling from your cunt would be embarrassing any other day, but right now you’re barely left with half a mind to care. especially not when you hear jullien choke on his breath, the usually controlled master striker brought to his knees near the edge of the bed as he’s faced with your slicked-up pussy. the panties are rendered useless, the white fabric now sheer due to the arousal dripping from between your puffy lips. 

your hips buck into his touch as he runs a finger over the soaked fabric, whispering a stunned: “dude, you’ve got to see this.”

albeit begrudgingly, vivien separates from you and the heat of your kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you while his void eyes eat up the sight of you already so fucked-out. “how are you this gorgeous?”

your neck and face are already burning up, and the reverence in his gaze only makes it worse. “vivi..!” you whine, already needy for him, or julien, to kiss you again. you’re not awarded that privilege just yet.

instead, vivien gets off the bed, eyes zeroing in where julien has already been rubbing his thumb over with the hope of easing even more slick out of your heat. both men now wide-eyed and impossibly hard, share a look. “i’m going first-” they both start at the same time.

you try to close your legs, desperate to ease the insistent ache they’re making no moves to sate, only for an iron grip to keep holding them open. perhaps it’s because they pity you, or are both way too desperate themselves, one of them peels the sticky fabric off of you. you don’t have the energy to even prop yourself up on your elbows, but even unable to see what’s going on, you can feel them both near where you need them most. 

with a thud, vivien joins his friend on his knees, and they both take charge of holding one leg up to expose your fluttering pussy to their hungry eyes, and even hungrier mouths.

none of the men you’ve ever been with have wanted anything to do with eating pussy, so the sensation of two tongues licking and mouths sucking nearly has your soul leaving your body. the warm, wet muscles glide over your clit, pushing the hood up so the other can get better access- it all has your eyes rolling back so far into your skull they might just get stuck.

“f-fuck-,” you babble, drool slipping down the corner of your mouth, “‘s too much..!”

one of them nips on the inside of your thigh, and it’s julien’s voice that reaches your ears, “silly girl. i thought you wanted to help? we’re busy de-stressing, are we not?”

the question is directed at vivien, you imagine, as his voice follows, “we are. just be good, okay? we’re trying to focus.”

they both return to their ministrations, now with the addition of someone’s fingers prodding at your entrance. the sheets next to your head are really put through the wringer as you claw at them, seeking any kind of stability amidst what you imagine drowning in pleasure is like. just as two digits slide right into you with no resistance whatsoever, even more slick gushes right out of you as your first orgasm of the night rocks through your body violently. the men are forced to hold you down with all they can as you thrash, tears spilling over your cheeks while they help you ride out your orgasm with both tongues and fingers alike. 

“good girl,” vivien purrs, “i missed how stunning you look when you cum.”

the pleasure soon borders on painful as they don’t let up, sucking two more orgasms out of you that exact same way. each time wringing a steady stream of slick down their chins and hands.

you’re damn-near passed out, and yet just as they press their final kisses to your cunt, you hear fabric hitting the floor. as you force your eyes to open, the image of two naked men who could definitely be sculpted by the gods themselves stand at your feet. your body wrung out and pliant, covered in a layer of sweat laid before them while they eye you like you’re the finest of desserts. while already familiar with what julien’s cock looks like, his size is still beyond impressive. and scary. you’ve already felt what it’s like having vivien inside of you, and the thought of experiencing it again has your used-up pussy throbbing again. 

too tired to move, the men take pity on you as vivien lays on his back, leaning against the headboard. carefully, they make you straddle him. 

vivien doesn’t waste a second before his lips are back on yours, making you taste yourself on his tongue. in a moment of tenderness, he holds you close, pressing your chest to his while he lays you down on him completely. one arm held over your waist, his free hand lines his dick up with your weeping core. with clear restraint, he pushes in, mumbling praises against your lips, “oh, chérie.. you’re a dream, aren’t you?”

“the sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he sighs, “now taking my cock like she was always meant too.”

“you mean only pussy you’ve ever tasted,” julien can’t help poking at his friend.

it all flies over your head, your brain melting out of your ears as vivien starts moving. both his hands hold onto your hips as he does all the work, merely holding you in place so you’re comfortable while taking the horsecock he knows he has. “such a perfect pussy, just meant for our cocks.”

behind you, you feel julien spreading your asscheeks, and a bit of spit lands right between your holes before you feel a finger prod into your pussy, right next to vivien’s dick. albeit heavily subdued, your heart skips a beat as a bit of panic sets in. you’re already stretched to the brim, sure he’s not thinking-

but he is. the tip of his cock soon replaces his finger, the heavy pressure overtakes the pleasure for a second before he pops in, a deep sigh leaving both men while a fresh batch of tears runs down your hot cheeks. 

“o-oh my god-,” your mouth hangs open, the fullness clouding all of your remaining fullness. you only get a moment of respite before both men start moving again, not a single spot inside your tightness remains untouched while they both fight for who gets closer to your cervix.

“that’s right,” julien pants, hands kneading your ass while he uses them as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper. “made for us, aren’t you mon chou?”

you can only nod, your toes curling from the pleasure while you bury your head between vivien’s pecs; something he doesn’t let you get away with for long. he nudges your head upwards with his thumb, locking your lips once more. 

the heat on your back increases as julien leans over you, pressing his chest to your back. he hits deeper and deeper- or is it vivien? you’ve lost the distinction. no matter where you want to look, one of them is there. the smell of their colognes mingles together, making everything around you so distinctly them.

no one was prepared for how intense this whole exchange would be, and neither of the guys is able to hold back form speeding up as their respective orgasms creep up on them. julien reaches over, squeezing your breasts while he speeds up alongside vivien. his strained voice brushes right over your ear, “gonna cum, yeah? you’ll let us cum inside, right? you’re good like that.”

lips still on vivien’s, you somehow manage a nod. the waterfalls on your cheeks have not stopped. more and more tears drip down to your chin and onto vivien’s chest. julien seems unable to hold himself back from licking up your tears, his pace intensifying as he tastes your overwhelm on his tongue. 

vivien cups your cheeks, pulling you away from him. “need to see you, okay? wanna see you as we fill you up, chérie.”

you nod, the knot in your belly releasing at the same time as it does for julien. the sight of your face contorting in mind-numbing pleasure, together with knowing you’re being filled by julien- vivien cums too. a deep groan comes from behind you while vivien’s familiar whimpers spill past his lips. 

there’s not a single bit of coherence left in your mind while you’re being filled with the last spurts of cum vivien and julien have to give you. they keep you like that until their softening cocks slip out on their own; your spasming cunt pushing them out. 

your soft, used-up body lands on vivien, whose hands are on every part of you at once it seems. another pair of hands spreads your cheeks again and the shutter of a camera echoes through the room. 

you vaguely hear vivien in disbelief, “really?”

followed by julien chuckling, “if you saw what i’m seeing you’d be commissioning a life-sized painting. i’m just doing you a favor.”

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the weight of your sleeping body on his is so comforting, vivien has a hard time laying you back onto the sheets instead. “run a bath, won’t you?”

“already on it,” julien throws over his shoulder as he enters the ensuite. 

vivien’s gaze has never left you. instead, it’s been traveling down every crevice, every fold and every little bruise their tight grips on you have left. unable to withstand the urge, he gently spreads your legs again, now met with the mess they made. white spend oozes from between your legs in copious amounts, coating your puffy and swollen folds in their cream. his mouth waters at the sight, he nearly gives in to the need to clean you up with his mouth- but julien is back. 

begrudgingly, he turns to julien. “what do you think?”

“yeah, she’s ours,” julien shrugs, as if merely stating a fact. which, he was. “i’m not even entertaining her choosing just one of us. unless it’s me, i guess.”

his nonchalant statement has vivien’s eyes narrowing briefly, and he’s ready to question how serious the ace is about who he believes is the love of his life- but there’s a glint in those golden eyes, and it’s enough to placate him for now.

his eyes find you again, as have julien’s. your tearstained face is akin to a renaissance painting, and neither of them can look away. the bath being filled and ready fades to the back of their minds as vivien runs a hand over your damp forehead. “you really were made to be mine, weren’t you, mon cœur?”

it’s not matter that you can’t hear him, you’ll learn soon enough that your duties are going to be far from managerial from now on. all that’s left to figure out is how to get you to resign. 

“getting her fired will make her upset,” julien speaks up, as if reading vivien’s mind. "it's best if we convince her to resign.”

vivien pinches your cheek gently, “i don’t mind her getting upset. she’s going to stay with us either way, we can make her forget.”

the striker chuckles, “and i thought i was the cruel one.”

Sae sat deliriously on a bench, chugging a bottle of water. His baby bangs were pushed back from sweat, accentuating the glistening slope of his cheek.

He huffed quietly as you stopped in front of him. "What do you want?"

"What time do we have to be at your house today?"

Sae shrugged. "I dunno."

Your nose scrunched in annoyance, plopping next to him on the bench. "Okaaay, then what time should I come home today?"

"I dunno."

"You're so annoying."

You reach into your schoolbag, unwrapping your sandwich from your lunchbox. Humming at the food, you stuffed the piece in your mouth.

Then, two cheery voices call out. "Hey, hey! We were looking everywhere for you."

Two of your friends stood in front of you, exchanging subtle glances and elbow nudges, wiggling their brows at you.

"Why are you here, hmm?"

"Oh!" you swallowed your first bite. "I was just asking Sae about our family meetup today."

Sae, who seemed to be observing the bugs on the ground, turned his head, lips pursing. "Hey, you got food all over you."

Then, his thumb came up to wipe the corner of your mouth, swiping his finger over your cheek.

"Ah— Stop doing that." You flinched, eyes darting to the girls in front of you.

He pulled back, long lashes fluttering at you. "But you're messy."

"Oh my god," your friends giggled. "Are you sure you're not dating?"

Your eyes widened, swatting away Sae's hand. "Ew, no! We are not dating. Never will date."

"Yeah, no," Sae sighed. "She's ugly."

Your eye twitched. Ugly?

You cleared your throat, the both of you nodding at your friends.

"See? Not dating," you said. "And besides, Sae keeps a stack of porn under his bed."

When was that? Six years ago?

You sighed into your sleeve, hiding yourself from your surroundings. Six years ago, you were denying every allegation thrown your way about Sae, that he wasn't your boyfriend or crush.

Six years ago, you were just friends. And three days ago, he—

Your head spun as the memory of him dipping between your thighs flashed through your brain, your foot tapping incessantly against the Itoshi house's floor.

You bit your lip, arms folding over your chest.

It's been three days.

Three days since you ruined your friendship with your childhood friend, Sae.

But since those three days? Sae's just been acting completely normal. Greeting you when taking out the trash, asking you to come over for dinner per his mom's orders, and staring blankly at you without a care in the world.

Normally.

It was so normal. Too normal.

And you were certain that on the day Sae kissed you, you would lose your virginity. It was a bit of a stretch—in fact, entirely a stretch.

Because, of course, Sae had been an asshole about everything—including sex.

...

The air was suffocating—light rays melting over your face, the fan whirling, and you?

You were gone. Almost.

You weakly tugged at his magenta locks. "S-Sae, I can't..."

He didn't respond, only peering from between your thighs. It was all too surreal—too much for you. And in all honesty, you would've thought it'd be too much for him too. Sae's entire face was soaked in your fluids, dripping down his chin, smeared over his cheeks and nose, and lips swollen and blushing.

Still, his grip spreading your thighs was firm, his wet tongue running a long stripe from your hole to your clit again.

"Oh my—" Your thighs trembled, attempting to close them.

Sae barely chuckled; you knew from the way his lips twitched against your folds. "Hmph."

His tongue prodded at your folds again. Then, his thumb and forefinger reached out and pinched your peeking hood, lifting it slightly and sealing his lips around the bud, sucking harshly.

"Mmm— Ah!" You whimpered, hips jerking. "F-Fuck, I hate you."

The words came out on instinct—a testament to his amazing ability to bother you. And yet, you meant no harm. Just the furrowed flick of your brow, the sweat dripping down your temple, and your poor, overwhelmed pussy.

"Hmm?" Sae hummed against your folds. "Tapping out now?"

Your grip on his hair tightened, your back arching from the electric sensations. "You idiot, a-as if 'I can't' isn't enough— Ah!"

His lips seared over your clit again, flicking the bud until your brain was officially mush and your abdomen grew hot.

"M'gonna cum again, m'gonna cum," you mewled, nails dragging on his scalp.

His breath ghosted your soaked folds, lips grazing your labia. "Then cum, stupid."

Stupid? You wanted to retort, but he slid a finger into your hole and pressed into a spot that made your hips jolt.

Compared to your fingers, his were huge. His digit flicked against a sensitive spot that made your clit ache. And it reached such a deep spot—

Your eyes blew open. "Sae!"

His name ripped from your throat as he slurped your clit into his mouth again, finger pumping in and out of your dripping hole.

The knot in your stomach undid, and another orgasm crashed down on you. At first it was euphoric—so brain-mushingly euphoric. But after cumming so many times, the feeling of euphoria consumed you. Made your abdomen warm, your thighs shaky, and your eyes glazed and wide.

Yet, your hips bucked over his tongue, riding out your high just one more time.

You twitched when his tongue began to lash at your folds again, whacking his shoulder with a bit more force. Your forearm rested over your forehead to keep you at bay, eyes burning holes into the ceiling.

Oh, fuck.

Sae withdrew his finger from your heat, pressing a wet kiss to your twitchy clit.

"Still with me?" He came up next to you, cerulean eyes drowning in mirth. "Open up."

His middle finger came to rest just by your lips, your slick dripping down his palm.

Did he seriously want you to taste yourself?

It didn't matter, anyway; the earth was spinning too much for it to matter.

"M'talking to you." Sae patted your cheek out of your trance, his gaze more directive and drilling. "Open."

Your lips parted over his finger, fluids melting over your tongue. The taste was salty but with a tinge of sweetness, tongue swirling over his digit.

"There you go." He stroked your stray hairs behind your ear, withdrawing his finger. "You are still with me."

The urge was pulling at you: the unspoken promise that tonight, you would have sex with Sae.

It made sense; you were curious and had no time or effort for dating, and he was right here all summer. Besides, Sae was already experienced, so what was the issue?

"Condom," you murmured. "Do you have condoms?"

His brow shot up in half surprise, half amusement and snickered. "For what?"

"For fucking."

"You wanna fuck?"

"Sae."

He had to hurry up before the dots skewing your vision took over, but Sae just kept looking at you like you were so incredibly funny.

You tug at the hem of his shirt once, blinking rapidly. "What?"

"I don't think you're in any state for that."

"N-No, let's do it."

"...No."

Your brows furrowed in annoyance, weakly yanking at his shirt. "Y-You're so annoying; I ask you for one thing... and you give me a hundred of the things I don't ask for."

Your head lolled to the side. "So annoying. I hate you..."

Sae's gaze switched from amusement to a softer one. "Hey, stay with me."

You wanted to reply. Wanted to fuck. But the dots in your vision were now spots, and your eyelids were oh so heavy.

Condoms.

You thought one last time.

We need a condom.

...

"Oh, dear, can you bring this up to Sae, please?"

Mrs Itoshi snapped you out of your trance, shuffling your feet over the bamboo flooring. "Oh, yes, Auntie! Sorry."

She handed you a plate full of enriching food—obviously meant for an athlete and their breadwinner son.

Mrs Itoshi was a rather tall woman with kind eyes and the same magenta hair Sae had—she did worry a lot, but it was endearing and sweet. So unlike the boy she raised.

She reached out to pinch your cheek. "My, you've grown so much, dear. After Sae came back, I really see how big you've become."

You smiled sheepishly, bowing your head. "Oh, I guess so."

"Ah, when are you going to get a boyfriend?"

You swallowed thickly. "Wha...? Boyfriend?"

She nodded profusely. "A boyfriend! You're so pretty and smart and young; I'm sure many boys like you."

"Oh, it's nothing like that."

"Ah, you don't have to keep it a secret," she cooed. "I won't tell your mother."

You definitely will tell my mother, you thought. Those two have been practically glued at the hip since high school. "No, really. I'm focusing on other stuff right now, but maybe later."

"Oh yeah," she nodded slowly. "But still, if you ever have problems, you can tell me."

"Okay, Auntie."

She smiled. "Go now. Make sure that boy eats."

You smiled again and waved her off, rushing up the stairs, a flush creeping up your neck.

If only she knew—well, it would be disastrous if she did. After all, how the hell were you supposed to tell a family friend that her son ate you out at your place a few days ago?

You took in sharp breaths in front of Sae's door. His bedroom was next to Rin's, and frankly, before he came back to Japan, it was your safe haven when you spent the days at the Itoshi household.

Your feet shuffled on the ground, slippers rubbing over the floor, before twisting the doorknob.

It shouldn't be weird, right? You thought. You've been doing this since you were kids.

The door clicked open when you saw Sae perched on his bed, a hand placed over his shoulder as he rolled his arm back. His brows were furrowed and eyes fixed on his arm, softly groaning under his breath.

Then, you met his gaze, quickly turning away from each other.

"Ahem," you cleared your throat. "Your mom told me to bring this to you."

He feigned silence but stopped rolling his defined arm, flexing it against his T-shirt sleeve.

Fuck, you thought. Don't look.

"Leave it on the side table," he said, biting back a whine. "Thanks."

You carefully placed the plate on his side table when you met Sae's gaze in curiosity.

Again?

As the seconds passed, knots began to tie in your stomach.

You both turned away, opting to fixate on his food, before he rasped. "What?"

"What?" you retorted. "It's just— Did you hurt your arm or something?"

You weren't facing him, back completely turned. But you could feel an oppressive heat creeping up your neck as the bedside lamp burnt softly, melting into the darkness of his room.

And for some reason, you knew he was feeling it too.

He mumbled. "My shoulder. Just from training."

"Oh, makes sense."

Silence charged the air. You were about to turn away, leave his bedroom, have some conscience—

"You know how to massage, right?" Sae asked. "I've seen you do it for Auntie before."

Well, yes, as much as any other kid was forced to massage their parents at a young age. You perked your head up, swallowing thickly. "I mean, I guess?"

Sae's gaze bore into yours—as if he were debating something grand in his head. His tongue clicked in his mouth.

"C'mere, then."

This was embarrassing. You thought, stepping towards him. This wasn't a good idea.

Yet, your fingers hovered over his exposed skin—settling on his defined arm, the faint hint of his veins running underneath his skin.

In a shaky breath, you whispered. "Where?"

"Here," he said, touching his right shoulder.

Your thumbs began to press into the knots in his shoulder. It was firm, nice to touch, press into, and squeeze.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm—" Sae groaned softly. "Go a little higher."

"Higher?" Your fingers moved, palm pressing into a spot higher than you were.

"Oh, fuck. You're doing good."

A flush crept up your neck, continuing to massage and relieve the knots in his shoulder. Sae kept groaning softly, like he was delicate—like he was vulnerable.

"Mm," he whimpered, the soft noise severing your thoughts. "Hurts now. Go higher."

You moved your thumbs higher, now pressing between his shoulder and collarbone. "Oh. Sorry."

Your brows furrowed, jaw clenching as your thumbs worked on him. It should be fine, right? You were massaging his shoulder that was separated by his shirt. And he's sore, so it should be fine—

Your eyes swept up his neck, meeting his gaze—low-lidded and pouring into yours.

He panted softly, brows furrowing. "Why'd you stop?"

"You— You look like you want to ask me a question!"

He kissed his teeth. "I want you to go lower."

"Lower? Isn't the pain in your shoulder?"

Sae cocked a brow at you, and then, you knew what he was asking for. Your thumbs moved down his clavicle, grazing down his chest. Featherlight, like he was something delicate.

Maybe to you, he was.

Your hands stopped at his chest, grazing the firm muscles underneath his shirt. Before you knew it, you were moving closer—so close that you could feel his breath ghosting your lips and the tip of his nose.

You blinked, eyes meeting his. And his fingers clasped around your wrist, pulling you closer.

"Uh uh," you whispered, palm pushing back on his chest. "You don't get to just do that."

Sae paused, feigning silence.

"What do you have to say about the other day?"

"What about the other day?"

"You— Don't make me say it," you huffed, hand still on his chest. "You're acting like nothing happened."

"...What did you want me to do?"

You blinked in disbelief.

Sae backtracked, thumb slowly rubbing your inner wrist. "I mean, you were curious, right?"

You paused, drawling out. "Well ... yes."

"I thought—" He scratched the back of his neck, a flush creeping up his ears. "I thought that's what that was."

"I was curious," you said, biting your inner cheek. "But you didn't exactly give me what I was asking for."

He cocked a brow. "You came. More than three times—"

"Shut up!" You clasped a hand over his mouth, your brows furrowing as he snickered.

Asshole. You could always tell when he was biting back a laugh from the crinkle under his eyes.

"...I wanted to, you know," you murmured, cheeks flushing. "Do it."

Sae muffled behind your palm. "You weren't ready, stupid. I could tell."

"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, removing your hand.

"You're too tight. And loud. And sensitive. Also, you move too much—"

"You— Shut up."

"What? You asked me what I meant?"

You huffed, fingers flexing. "Maybe if you didn't eat me out until my vision got blurry, I would've been ready."

He blinked, sighing softly. "Yeah? Well, maybe if you didn't keep whining like you wanted more, I would've stopped."

Your nose scrunched as Sae just quirked a brow at you, daring you to retort—to say something better.

Then, he barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "This is so stupid. C'mere."

Sae's fingers tangled in your hair, giving you a moment to back out if you willed. This is a terrible idea. You thought. So terrible—but if you pulled away now, the ache between your thighs would stay.

And you knew you were in too deep for that.

So, you leaned in, nose brushing his, and crashed your lips on his.

Asshole. Jerk. Bastard. You wanted to say, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. He groaned into your mouth, hands moving to tug your hips onto his lap. I'll get you next time.

Your knees landed beside his thighs on the bed, steadied by his firm grip on your thighs. His hand creeped up your hip, resting on your lower back.

You licked his lower lip—soft, wet, and plush—a signal for access. Letting out a soft moan, his lips parted, allowing you to prod your tongue at the roof of his mouth, stopping short behind his teeth.

He panted, exhaling warm breaths into your mouth as his fingers reached under your shirt, grazing your bare skin. "Easy."

You whined, lips chasing his. Sae cut you with a firm squeeze on your thigh. "Hm? Use your words."

You huffed. "My tongue."

"What about it?"

"Suck— Suck on it."

Sae's gaze—low-lidded and tempted—ran down from your eyes to your wet lips. Then, he leaned in, fingers reaching to tap your cheek, coaxing you to open your mouth.

His lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue and sucked fervently. It was hot and suffocating—he was hot and suffocating.

You mewled into his mouth, pulling him closer.

"Fuck," he huffed against your lips. "Fuck."

Your eyes flitted to his dishevelled face, hair pushed back and lips swollen. His lips kissed down your jaw, making his way down your neck.

"Ah," you moaned softly. "Wait—"

His lips grazing the skin of your neck sent electricity straight between your thighs—growing hot and aching with each second. Your head was spinning, hands fumbling to grab at his shirt—

Sae whispered against the juncture of your neck. "You're serious about wanting to fuck, aren't you?"

"...Of course I am."

He released his warm breath on your neck, pressing his lips closer to the spot under your ear.

You flexed your fingers, whining softly. "Is that a bad idea?"

"You're so..." he murmured, threatening a smile. "No, it's not. Nevermind."

His hands moved to your waist, laying you on his bed. Your back hit his fresh sheets, engulfing you in his sweet scent.

Sae hovered over you, forearms braced beside your head. "I don't have any condoms, so I won't do anything."

Your head tilted at his comment, which was... reasonable enough. "You could... pull out?"

He coughed. "M'not doing that."

You grumbled, fingers picking the lint off his T-shirt. "You could... buy some right now?"

"Do you wanna ruin the mood?"

"You're already ruining the mood."

"Tch, shut up." His lips moved to press against the spot beneath your ear, shooting shivers of sparks down your stomach. "S'because you're impatient, dumbass."

You scoffed. "You're saying I'm—"

Then, Sae bit down on your neck—hard.

"Ah!"

"Oh, shit." He pressed several kisses to the bitten spot, trying to soothe you. "You were talking too much. Got distracted."

Your nose scrunched. "You're such a dick."

He smiled against your skin, pressing kisses down your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin, making you arch into him as gasps pulled out of your throat.

"Never thought I'd be biting you until today," he murmured, sucking on an untouched patch of skin. "Younger me would be confused."

"Older me is confused," you huffed out, yelping when he bit the juncture between your collarbone and neck. "Sae!"

He grumbled in annoyance, licking a stripe up your collarbone. "What? Stop disrupting."

"Anyway, I hope you don't mind..." he whispered, fingers crawling beneath your shirt and up your bare back. "I wanna see you."

His fingers stopped short at your bra, unclasping the piece.

"All of you."

Your mind was a blur when Sae discarded your bra, fingers fumbling for the hem of your shirt. He was on his knees, hovering over you. "Has anyone ever seen you like this before?"

You pursed your lips. "What do you think?"

Sae paused, his eyes crinkling a fraction. "So I'm the only one?"

"...Shut up."

He pushed your shirt up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach, continuing until the fabric was pushed over your chest.

He leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to your temple. You felt his nose brush against yours, turning to meet his gaze.

Then, your lips parted, tongue lolling out to meet his.

Sae's tongue flicked against yours, swirling slowly around the wet muscle. You whined against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, licking over his tongue, and letting him prod the wet muscle in the cavern of your mouth. Let him see which spot made you whine and squirm. Let him see which spot made you chant his name.

When Sae pulled away, a string of saliva connected you together.

"Sae..." you whispered as he pulled back, the lamp illuminating the wet shine of his lips.

Sae snickered, warm hands resting on the underside of your breasts. You arched instinctively, eyes closing shut. His fingers ghosted up your chest, every featherlight touch trickling into your hot skin.

He touched you so well—so softly. Yet, he was everywhere except where you wanted him.

His index shakily grazed the slope of your breast, tracing a slow circle around your areola, watching your nipple bud up.

"Fuck," he murmured lowly. "M'gonna die."

Then, his fingers snaked to cup your breasts, giving a soft, desperate squeeze.

"M'gonna die," he repeated, nose brushing your cheek. "Pretty. You're so pretty."

A warm sensation trickled down your chest as his lips ghosted down your jaw, warm breath mingling with your exposed skin.

Your breaths were laboured and anticipatory as his lips pressed against the plush of your breast. "What are you gonna do?..."

His lips wrapped around the skin of your breast, sucking it into his mouth softly. You could feel his tongue flick against your skin, warmth shooting to your core.

You arched your back softly into him, whining softly. "Hngh—"

"Shh," Sae's teeth nipped at your skin, clamping down. "Haven't even touched you that much."

"Y-Yes, you have."

"Think you're just sensitive."

"Shut up."

His breath trailed from your breast to your nipple, breath perking the bud up. "M'not the one bein' noisy."

His hands snaked up your waist, thumbs brushing your stiffened nipples, adding pressure as your nose scrunched. "You are."

"S-Sae..." you mewled quietly as his thumbs pressed harder, rubbing firm circles into your aching buds. You pressed the back of your hand over your mouth, stifling your noises. "Shit."

"Hm?" His thumb and forefingers pinched your buds, tugging on them. "What is it?"

"It feels..."

"Good?" He smiled against your skin, hands pulling away, admiring your stiffened buds.

Then, his teeth sank into your supple flesh, swiping his tongue over the reddened skin. "I know."

Sae pressed wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, switching between nipping and sucking your skin. Your breath hitched, watching his head dip to your stomach.

"Sae?" you murmured as he pressed a wet kiss to the spot above your belly button.

"Hm?"

A purple splotch on your breasts and sides caught your eye. "Did you just— Did you do that?"

"Yeah?" He cast you a sarcastic glance, teeth nipping at the spot he kissed. "What about?"

"Why would you— How long is that gonna stay?" You lightly whacked his shoulder as he sucked the spot below your breast. "Mm!"

He swiped his tongue over the new, purpling splotch. "Depends. How hard do you want it?"

"Mm, I don't want people to see."

"People see you like this?" Sae's brows furrowed, lips ghosting over your side. "Like this?"

His thumb shakily grazed over the expanse of your chest, rubbing over your tightened nipple. Sae's gaze stayed on you, teeth sinking into the skin of your side.

He was teasing again. Playing around. Touching you in places that made you squirm.

"You—" you moaned softly, fingers tangling in his magenta locks. "Fuck, feels good, Sae."

"You like when I kiss you here?"

Your cheek grazed the pillows as he nuzzled his nose into your breast, gently biting your supple flesh. "Mm— Mhm."

His low-lidded gaze moved from your face to your tightened nipples, thumbing your waist. "You like when I lick you?"

His tongue ran a slow stripe up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The wetness left a glistening on your skin, illuminating a soft glow under the lamp.

Your fingers flexed in his locks, whining softly. "Y-Yeah."

"Want me to do it again?"

"Fuck— Are you making fun of me right now?"

Sae smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, and relentlessly—and leant into your chest. His breath ghosted over your stiff nipple before lolling his tongue out, running a slow, teasing stripe over the bud.

You squirmed, pulling the strands of his hair. "S-Sae!"

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pinning it to the bed before murmuring against your glistening bud. "Look at me."

Your hazy gaze darted around the room before sweeping to him, hovering above your breast. "What?"

"I won't do this if you don't look." He licked another stripe up your nipple, thumb and forefinger moving to gently pinch the other. "That's my only rule."

A flush crept up your cheeks as he swirled his tongue over your bud—slow, unrelenting, and teasing. "Since when did we have rules?—"

Sae wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked fervently. The wanton sensation swept over your nipples, shooting sparks to your aching core.

"Since now," he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to the stiffened bud. "You like it when I suck you here?"

You whined. "That feels!—"

He tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips. "Bad? You want me to stop?"

"No, no." You shook your head. "Don't stop."

Sae's lips ghosted your skin, moving to your untouched bud. "Could've said that, hm? I know you like it."

His hand reached to palm your glistening breast, softly squeezing the mound. "I know you do."

He wrapped his lips around your other nipple, tongue rubbing the bud in a slow, passionate motion. You arched into him as his forefinger flicked the other one, pinching and tugging on your wet bud.

"Sae!..."

He darted his tongue out to a single point, flicking the wet muscle over your stiff nipple. "Hm?"

"Feels good," you mewled. "Don't stop— Please don't stop."

Sae, unrelenting, wrapped his lips around your nipple again, sucking fervently on the bud while his tongue swirled. It shot a warmth across your chest, shooting to your aching core.

You rubbed your thighs together impatiently as his teeth nipped at your bud, gently tugging on it. "Ah..."

"Mm..." Sae's teeth grazed your tightened nipple again, pulling ever so softly. "Mm."

He pulled back, paying his attention back to your glistening bud, fingers shakily tugging the unattended one. He lolled his tongue out, licking a slow stripe up your sensitive bud.

Your jaw was slack and eyes glassy before fixing on Sae, who took your nipple into his mouth again. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked fervently, tongue swirling and lashing at your wet bud.

"Sae!" You whimpered, squirming.

"What now?"

His tongue was all too overwhelming—too good—that the warmth between your thighs throbbed with each passing second. You panted. "T'much."

"Sensitive?" He asked, fingers moving to pinch your aching buds.

"What do you think?—"

Sae grimaced—ever so slightly. "Thought you liked it."

You frowned, ignoring your burning cheeks. "Y-Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"You're embarrassing me with all these questions!" You lightly whacked his head with your free hand, frowning at his pout. "And you said you wouldn't do anything!"

He huffed. "I am not doing anything."

You raised a brow before gesturing to your marked skin, running all the way from your neck to your breasts and stomach. "You are doing something, idiot."

"Hmph," he clicked his tongue against his cheek. "So what?"

"So what?—" You huffed, pushing yourself up from your palms. "You just keep doing anythin' you please, even though you refuse to do it."

"...We went over this; we don't have condoms."

Your brows furrowed, thumb swiping over the saliva at the corner of his mouth. "I know. So let me see your dick."

Sae coughed into his fist. "Let you see my— What?"

"Oh, so you can see every part of me, but I can't see your little dick?"

"Don't call my dick little," he scoffed. "Why do you wanna see it anyway?"

You fiddled with your fingers, your shirt still pushed over your chest. "Because... I wanna make you feel good too."

A flush crept up Sae's neck, his hand sweeping over his lower face as he snorted.

Your eye twitched.

Did he just laugh?

His shoulders slightly bounced as he giggled into his hand, eyes averting from yours.

"What?" Your jaw slacked open, staring as he laughed. "What the fuck?"

"You're confident, but," Sae snorted again. "I doubt your skills."

"Are you shitting me?"

"No."

You shook your head. "I don't think I'd be terrible."

"You'd be pretty terrible."

Your brows furrowed at his stupid remarks, your foot aiming for his balls, just like when you were kids.

He groaned, face contorting. "What the fuck?"

"Hm," you huffed, instead feeling a stiff, aching heat between his legs. "What is that?"

Sae let out a shaky breath. "You know what that is."

Your foot slowly pressed into his crotch. "Not really. How hard are you right now?"

Sae must have been aching from the way his cock jumped in his pants, straining against the fabric. You tilted your head curiously, feeling his stiffness. It was hard, albeit a little squishy and twitched terribly—

He huffed, lips twitching. "I swear to god, that's enough."

You were about to press harder until he caught your ankle, moving your foot to the bed. "Fine. You can see my dick."

Your eyes lit up as he moved to adjust his waistband, his hand reaching into his sweats. "See how fuckin' 'small' it is."

His elbow dipped into the sheets beside your head as he hovered over you, cerulean gaze pouring into yours. Fingers reached into his sweats as he pulled his aching cock from his pants, pushing the fabric down.

A day ago, you thought you had some semblance to what a dick looked like in person.

But Sae's was foreign. Twitching. Almost, almost even blushing.

Fluids pearled at his tip, trickling down his shaft. His hand wrapped around the tip, slowly pumping to the base. "... Fuck, this is embarrassing."

"What is that? Did you cum?" Your cheeks burnt as he pumped softly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

"No, idiot. It's pre."

"What is pre?"

"Pre-cum?" Sae's brows furrowed. "It's like when you get wet, almost."

"Oh," you bit back a laugh. "You must be really sensitive then."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so—"

You reached out curiously, forefinger pressing against his tip, where pre-cum leaked out. It was sticky and slick, collecting at the pad of your finger.

A stuttering gasp pulled out of Sae's throat, cock twitching as you touched him. He shakily pumped his cock once more, hips bucking into his hand.

"Fuck you," he panted. "Fuck you."

You bit back a laugh, pulling back. "Can I touch it?"

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, damp bangs pressing softly into your skin. "Don't do what you did last time. Wrap your hand around it."

You couldn't see his face, but you felt his breath hitching against your skin and his hand snaking to yours—wrapping around it and slowly guiding it to his cock.

Your breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around the base, your thumb and forefinger barely brushing each other. He swiped his tongue over his lips, brows furrowing as you squeezed softly. "Like that, mm— Good, just go slow."

His wet lips pressed between your neck and clavicle, licking a stripe up your skin. Like some means to distract himself. To distract you from the slight stutter in his hips.

After observing Sae for so long—since he first scored into a net, since he failed almost all of his classes, and since the first girl in your class gave him chocolates—you knew it would be futile.

You've been watching him for so long. Observing him for years. Because one day, you might come and find out these things yourself—touch him, learn his movements, tease him.

His cock was sticky, maybe from all the pre-cum dripping onto his shaft or the heat of your bodies. You gently squeezed his base, hand slowly pumping up to his tip.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck, teeth baring and twitching to nip at you. "Slowly."

You swallowed thickly as your hand stroked his tip, dragging it back down to his base. He moaned quietly into the juncture of your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your damp skin.

"Shit," he cursed, something close to a whimper edging at his lips. "Like that."

His hips bucked into your hand as you squeezed his cock again, stroking the sticky mess up to his tip, where pre-cum pearled at the head.

He throbbed in your hand, the tip blushing redder and redder. Your cheek nuzzled against his as your head turned, lashes batting against each other's skin as you gazed into him.

Sae's eyes—usually lazy and unbothered—crinkled ever so slightly, staring into you.

You squeezed his tip, your thumb brushing his slit as pre-cum soaked the pad of your thumb. Lips ghosting over his, you paused and pressed your lips to his, tongue prodding into his mouth.

Something akin to a whine melted into your mouth as his hips spasmed into your warmth, hand dragging down his base, and—

A wet, sticky fluid spilt onto your hand, all the way down your wrist. Your tongue swiped over his before pulling away, meeting his flushed, redden tip and something new—no, something lewd on your skin.

He swallowed thickly as you observed the white mess on your skin, eyes meeting his.

Sae turned away.

"Did you cum?"

"...Shut up."

You pressed the back of your clean hand over your mouth, flush creeping up your neck. "Wow, that was kind of... quick?"

Sae's ears reddened, his tongue clicking against his cheek.

"Is it always that fast?"

"No, stop talkin' about it." He murmured. "That was a one-time thing."

"I thought you were like, experienced."

"I am."

"But that wasn't even a minute!"

"You— You kissed me."

He cast you a shy glance, lips pursing. Eyes fleeting to his still hard cock, you swallowed thickly. "...Right."

Your hand brushed his base again, fingers flexing against his sticky skin. "Can I do it again?"

"I dunno. That made me shy," he whispered. "Let me touch you this time."

Your hand wrapped around his shaft again, pumping slowly. "But you're still hard."

He let out a low gasp, fingers snaking to the edge of your waistband. "So? We both have hands."

His hand slipped beneath the fabric, the pads of his fingers brushing against your twitchy clit. "Might as well use them."

Sae's index and middle fingers rubbed the soaked fabric covering your entrance. "Shit, you're so wet."

"Because you kept kissing and biting me everywhere— Fuck."

His middle finger dipped beneath your panties, collecting your slick on his fingers. "What was that? Sayin' something?"

You squeezed his shaft harder this time, pumping your hand up to his tip. "Fuck you."

"Can't today. No condoms."

A grimace crept onto your lips. "Not funny, Sae."

He chuckled, the vibration melting into your skin before his lips met your own, tongue swiping the spot behind your teeth. You whined into the kiss as his fingers crept lower, brushing your entrance.

"I think you're ready," Sae whispered against your cheek, his hip nudging you to spread your thigh. "I'll do one finger for now, okay?"

You nodded, breath hitching. "My shorts."

"Want them off?"

"Mhm."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling the fabric off with a few smooth tugs. Discarding your clothes onto the bed, his fingers curled by your entrance, his middle finger pressing against the spot.

Your hand gripped his base tighter, slowly pumping to his tip and back whenever you could, lips brushing his. "Sae."

"Relax, relax." He urged, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you pumped. "I got you."

His middle finger prodded at your entrance, angling it so, and dipped inside. Compared to the first time he tried to finger you, your hole accommodated him, soaked folds twitching as his thumb rubbed sticky circles on your clit.

Sae let out a low whine as you squeezed his tip. "Mm, you're so fuckin' wet."

"It... It doesn't hurt," you moaned sweetly.

"Yeah?" He leaned in close, lips brushing your temple as the tip of his finger prodded at the entrance of your hole—brushing against every ridge and spot that made you react. "Feel good?"

"F-Feels good," you whined as his entire finger slid inside, curling at the roof of your pussy. "Ah!"

"What, that feels good too?" He whispered. "Did I touch your G-spot?"

Your hips bucked into his finger as he curled again into the same spot, a new warmth settling into your abdomen. You nodded hazily, your free hand moving to grip his shoulder.

"S-Sae, how should I touch you?"

He raised a brow, his finger sliding in and out of your wet heat, curling into the spot that made you buck. "You're doin' well so far."

You shakily pumped from his tip to base, squeezing the sticky shaft. "How should I touch you to make you cum?"

Sae's gaze averted to the pillows, flush creeping up his neck. "You wanna go there?"

"I don't wanna cum alone," you breathe out. "Not like last time."

His head dipped to watch your fingers slowly stroke his cock, remnants of his previous pleasure creeping in his abdomen. "Rub your thumb over the slit right there."

He slid his finger and pressed upwards as you swiped your thumb over his slit again, rubbing it in a sticky side-to-side motion. Squeezing softly as his hips bucked, he withdrew his finger. "Fuck, like that."

Sae's eyes squeezed shut, teeth catching the supple skin of your neck. "Gonna cum if you keep doin' that. You wanna make me cum?"

"Mhm, wanna see you cum," you said, biting your lip and thumbing at his tip.

"Before you?"

"Before me."

He laughed, low and shaky. "T-Then rub the underside. It feels— Fuck, you know how it feels."

You did know how it felt to be touched so sweetly that you could go insane. Maybe Sae taught you that feeling, but it was something you knew too well. Something you wanted to chase. You thumb at the underside of his twitching cock, rubbing in sticky circles.

His head threw back, eyes screwing shut. "Shit, shit."

Sae was already sensitive and brainless beyond comprehension. You were just too good for him—too good for his nerves to settle down. If he came again, he would seem beyond stupid. Beyond precise. But you kept asking him where to touch, how to touch, how to make him feel good.

He couldn't help but indulge you.

So his soaked finger moved to graze your wet, twitchy folds, rubbing sticky circles onto your clit. "If you wanna cum too, then fucking stop."

You smiled—faintly, dignifiedly, relentlessly—and continued to pump his cock. Rubbing his pearly slit, thumbing the underside of his tip, and dragging your hand down to his base.

It was all too much. His hips were already bucking into your hand, and his fingers were already shaking against your folds.

Not again. He thought, lip trembling. Not again.

You rubbed your thumb into his slit once more, giving a soft squeeze. And with that, ropes of white spilt from his cock.

You continued to pump him, brows furrowed and gaze fixed. "Again?"

"Fuck, stop that." He grabbed your wrist, letting out a shaky breath. "You're so..."

Sae ran his fingers through his magenta locks, hips still spasming and cock twitching. "M'not usually like this, just so you know."

"I know," you nodded, biting back a smile. "Don't be embarrassed."

He kissed his teeth, tongue swiping over them. "Shut up. Go on, do it again."

He loomed over you, warm hands splaying over your smooth thigh. Lips brushing your ear, Sae whispered. "I swear to god I'll make you cum this time."

Your hands found home on his shoulders as his hand between your thighs again, middle and ring fingers slowly rubbing your folds. He started slow, rubbing sticky figure eights at your entrance before snaking his way up to your twitchy clit—softly pinching the hood.

Sae's lip trembled against your cheek as your hand reached for his cock again, gripping the antsy base. His tip blushed red as you began to pump his overwhelmed cock in slow strokes.

"Fuck," he whined, his thumb and forefinger lifting the hood before massaging sticky motions onto your peeking clit.

Your hips jolted, mewls pulling from your throat as he continued to rub—eyes low-lidded and fixed on your soaked folds. Sae's hip nudged your squirming thighs apart, fingers snaking down to your entrance again.

"I neglected you, huh? Neglected your fuckin' pussy?" He chuckled, the words coming out shaky as you continued to stroke him up and down.

"S-Sae," you whined, squeezing his tip noticably harder. "Put it in already."

His nose nuzzled your skin as your hips bucked to meet his fingers, pulling back to rub slow circles into your folds.

"Haah— Just give me a second, hm? Gotta adjust to your—" Sae whined lowly, exhaling shakily. "Gotta adjust to your hand squeezing me."

Your hand stilled over his flushed cock, brows furrowing as he slid his ring and middle fingers into your wet heat. "Your fingers!—"

Sae's fingers have always been longer and bigger than yours, now mushing into your tight hole. It stung a little, but the pleasure that he gave was too much—too good to pass up on, thighs shaking as he pressed up on a spot that made you whine.

His breath was mingling with your own, and your hand began to drag up his cock again, thumbing his flushed tip. "It hurts a little, Sae; wait."

"I know, I know. J-Just..."

Sae's thumb massaged sticky circles on your clit, coaxing your hole open. He bit his lip as he slowly pulled his fingers out, the pads of his fingers dragging against the roof of your cunt.

Then, with a click of his tongue, he pushed his digits back in, curling upwards.

"Sae!" you moaned, squeezing his base. "That's— Fuck, s'good."

"Good, hm? Doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head as his thumb flicked at your puffy clit, fingers dragging out and in. "D-Doesn't hurt, mmph."

"Yeah? 'Cause you're hurtin' me right now."

Your hazy gaze fleeted down to his flushed cock, getting impossibly squeezed by your hand.

"Oh, oh shit," you let go, thumb and forefinger shakily rubbing his slit. "M'sorry."

He whined into your ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. "Fuck— You're makin' it worse, kinda. I'll cum again."

You swallowed thickly. "Again?"

"Shut— Shut up," he murmured, teeth sinking into your cheek.

"A-Ah!" you yelped, wrapping your hand around his tip. "What the fuck?"

"You asked for it." He pulled away, eyes low-lidded and fixed on yours, pressing a kiss onto the spot he bit.

You panted.

So did he.

And a lewd idea flashed through your head—making him cum over and over again until he couldn't think. That would be a sweet revenge for what he did to you last time and a perfect image in your head.

But Sae leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Let's cum together then, hm?"

Then, his lips swallowed yours, tongues swirling against each other's—prodding into the wet cavern of your mouth. You whined into his mouth as his fingers began to piston in and out of your soaked hole at a new, quickened pace, curling into a sweet, electric spot.

"Sae," you moaned into his mouth. "You're goin' fast."

He swallowed your moans, lips searing over yours. "That's the idea."

Your hand squeezed his shaft, pumping quick, sticky motions up and down his cock. His hips shuddered into your hand, breath getting more laboured as you continued.

"Not gonna be gentle?" he panted against your lips. "After you made me cum so many times?"

"Wan' you to cum one more time," you whispered as he curled his fingers up. "P-Please?"

His digits slid in and out of your hole, each push harsher than the last one. Something hot and bursting knotted in your lower stomach, hips jolting every time he curled his fingers. "Sae!"

Sae's tongue licked a stripe over yours, sucking the wet muscle into his mouth. "Fuck— Fuck, m'gonna cum soon."

You panted, whining into his mouth. "I-I can't!"

"What's that?" His thumb moved to shakily rub quick circles on your clit. "Of course you can."

Your hips lifted, hole clenching around his digits as you squeezed his cock. "Sae!"

Sae. Sae. Sae. Sae.

He whined against your lips, cock spasming in your hand as you pumped erratically—up and down, thumbing his slit, the underside of his tip.

"You're perfect," he sputtered. "P-Perfect."

Sae's digits pistoned into you at a maddening pace, curling so deeply into your gummy spot. Your vision began to blur as you moaned into his skin. "Sae!— Sae, I'll cum!"

His lips found yours again, tongues swirling over each other's as you whined. Your hips spasmed against his hand, your hand squeezing impossibly tight and—

His digits pressed into the same sweet spot, and the warm knots in your stomach undid and burst, washing over your body in electric rivulets.

You felt something hot spurt onto your soaked hand, stilling against his cock.

Sae was right. He did cum again.

His lips pulled away from yours, his free hand wiping over his face. You panted, bleary-eyed and dazed, as his digits continued to pump in and out of your slick, slower this time.

"Sae?..." you murmured, giving his cock a final squeeze, and—

Sniffle.

Your head snapped to his covered face, his breath shaking. "Sae?"

He swiped his tongue over his lips, fingers trembling. "Shit, I just came a third time..."

Sae removed his hand, and that's when you saw him raw. His cerulean eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill at any second.

"Fuck," he wiped the stray tears. "My dick's gonna die young."

You scoffed, jaw slack. "Are you crying?"

"Are you judging?"

"No, no. I just..." you panted as he pushed himself up, digits withdrawing from your folds. "I'm surprised."

"How is that surprising? I came three times," he huffed. "You really are a pervert."

A pervert?

"Hey! What the fuck?—"

"You owe me," he murmured, hands prying your thighs apart. "I don't like to cry."

Shit, you thought as his hand moved, palm facing up, and his ring and middle fingers slid into your soaked folds.

You were so fucked.

"You can take it, right?" Sae panted, fingers curling into your gummy spot. "I took what, three? You can take three, four, five more?"

His other hand reached up to pinch the hood of your puffy clit, lifting the hood as his thumb rubbed sticky figure eights into your bud.

You arched your back, hips jolting from his overwhelming touch. "Sae!"

"Shut up," he huffed, digits pressing into a sweet spot.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he leaned into you, lips wrapping around your stiffened nipple. "S-S'good."

Sae's damp bangs pressed against the smooth expanse of your skin, tongue swirling around the bud before his teeth nipped at the edges.

"Fuck," he murmured, licking a slow stripe around your nipple. "You can take it, right?"

You whimpered as his digits pumped into your hole, clenching around him for the nth time. "I can take it."

"Good," he murmured, thumb rubbing your overwhelmed clit in a relentless side-to-side motion. "See how many you can take."

His teeth sank into your chest as you moaned, hips stuttering. It was going to happen again while you were still sensitive. Before you could catch your breath and take your time to cum—

Another orgasm crashed over you. Hard and messy. But his fingers didn't stop or slow down, even as your head spun and tears pricked your eyes.

Sae panted, hand splaying over your lower stomach. The lamp illuminated a beautiful shine on his face, light catching the slope of his cheek. His thumb reached out to wipe the stray tear from your cheek. "Crying already? Don't be like that."

He panted, tongue clicking against his cheek. "Two down, three more to go."

It's been three days since Sae had eaten you out at your place.

Three days.

And now, Sae was going to make you cum three more times.

Three times?

You were so unbelievably fucked.

BONUS !

The rays of light scorched your skin as you sat on a field of grass.

The sun was surely melting your skin as sweat dripped from the back of your neck. Your mom had pestered you in the morning about it and spun your hair into the tightest high ponytail in existence.

Gosh, it was so annoying. This day. The hot weather. This stupid game.

Next to you was a boy about two years younger than you with a head full of dark hair and big, babyish eyes. He was short enough to stand at your sitting height, his tiny fingers pawing at the fence.

"Nii-chan," he murmured, teal eyes fixed on the football field. "Nii-chan! Nii-chan!"

Mrs Itoshiiii... You thought, picking at your shirt. Rin's talking to himself again.

Some other kid walked past the fence, pushing the small boy off balance, but your arm quickly shot out, rushing to Rin.

"Rin!" his head landed on your arm, eyes wide yet unfazed. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, not even looking at you. "Why aren't you watching Nii-chan?"

"I am."

"No."

"I will."

Rin puffed out his cheeks before scrabbling to his feet again. "He's gonna score again."

You tilted your head, eyes fixing on the field. Your mom had always forced you to watch Sae's games since you were six. It had been a weird tradition, and frankly, you were tired of the cheering and stacks of awards given to the annoying, stupid kid.

But Rin? He adored him, so much so that he could psychically predict his goals.

And he was right.

Sae spun, dodging the other player, before shooting the ball, scoring clean into the net. His face was concentrated, almost calculated, and proud—one of the reasons you thought he was so incredibly annoying.

The crowd cheered vehemently while Rin did his little victory dance.

Sae's team won.

Again.

You puffed out a sigh, used to this sort of thing, when Rin turned around, his head a little big for his body, like he was going to topple over at any given moment. "Isn't Nii-chan the coolest?"

"Yeah," you said. "The coolest."

Sae's cerulean gaze shot out to yours in the crowd—well, maybe to his little brother's—and he smiled. Faint, dignified, and relentless. Sweat beaded off the side of his cheek, staining his fair skin.

Then, his hand reached for the hem of his jersey, wiping his sweat. Your eyes flitted down.

Oh my god. Your eyes widened. Why is his stomach so toned?

Bells were flaring in your twelve-year-old head—not wedding bells, more like... bells. Just bells.

It reminded you of all the Webtoon you've consumed at night, where the guy's muscles are toned and firm and nice. Obviously, he would have to do some exercising in football practice. He didn't quite have muscles yet, but the exposure of his skin had your cheeks flaring with some weird feeling. It reminded you of—

A flush crept up your neck, the realisation of your thoughts hitting you.

Ew!

Cooties. You thought, softly patting Rin's back. Cooties.

Oh, but Sae was already making his way towards you. You frowned, pushing yourself up on your palms.

Great, now he was going to open his mouth again.

He hooked his chin over the fence, grinning at Rin. "See that, Rin? Another goal to becoming the best striker in the world. And I got another trophy."

"You're amazing, Nii-chan!" Rin hopped, smiling as Sae ruffled his hair.

"And what about you?" Sae asked.

"What about me?"

"Was I amazing?"

You huffed, turning away. "Shut up."

Rin cut in. "But Nee-chan, you said Nii-chan was the coolest."

Your eyes blew open.

"Rin!"

part 1 to childhood bsf!sae x reader

Shane was almost unhealthily possessive over you. That much was clear to just about anyone who knew him. However, they saw an older boyfriend concerned for his girl, doing everything in his power to care for her and keep her safe. Which was true… but he could be cruel, too. Always in private, never in front of witnesses, but he didn’t exactly try to hide it. People just chose not to see the signs. They barely spared a second glance as he dragged you out of the hotel so fast that you were stumbling to keep up with him. That was one of the perks of being a well known townie who worked for the park. 

Shane paused to take a sip of his beer, savoring the cool liquid running down his throat. He was supposed to be enjoying a more expensive beer at the hotel bar with you right now… Maybe get you worked up with teasing touches and flirty words before taking you back to his campsite and fucking you silly. Instead he was drinking cheap beer and cleaning his guns… stewing in his anger and jealousy. 

“How you doing up there, bitch?” He called out, finally sparing you a glance. 

You let out a muffled sob into the cloth gag, kicking your feet weakly. His lips curled up into a teasing smirk as he watched you struggle. 

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” He cooed mockingly. Still, you nodded and sobbed brokenly in response. “Poor thing.” He said dryly, looking back at his gun. There wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his voice. 

You cried out again, kicking your feet and thrashing around, making yourself sway in the wedgie you were dangling from. It felt like your crack was on fire going all the way up to your clit where the underwear dug in painfully— a feeling that contradicted the way your nipples ached from the cold breeze, feeling far too hard. 

“I leave you alone for two minutes and you’re already throwing yourself at the next guy you see.” He scoffed. 

You tried to tell him that the man was just making small talk, but all of your words came out garbled and incoherent through the gag. Even if he could understand, you knew he wouldn’t care. 

“As if I don’t fucking take care of you, protect you, fuck you, keep you fed… Stupid fucking whore.” He spat bitterly. Tears streamed down your cheeks, soaking into the gag, but he remained unaffected. 

When he lifted his rifle and aimed it in your direction, your blood ran cold as you froze, muscles seizing. He looked at you through the scope, eyeing your damp, flushed cheeks before moving down to your tits, smirking at your pebbled nipples. 

Finally, he moved the scope down to your cunt. He eyed the way the fabric was bunched between your folds, spreading them obscenely, digging into your clit that was no doubt painfully swollen and red by now. Your arms were restrained behind your back, keeping you from trying to adjust the wedgie or pull yourself out of it. 

You just looked so perfectly helpless like this. Completely at his mercy, trembling and sobbing just for him… Fuck- he’s been rock hard since he stripped you down and hung you up there almost an hour ago. 

“What are people gonna say, huh? If my girl is whoring herself around while I’m in the next fucking room.” He scoffed, finally lowering the gun. “People talk, y’know.” 

“I’m sorry…” You cried desperately, struggling to speak around the gag. It was soaked with your saliva by now, dripping down your chin to your neck. 

“See, you say that, but I don’t think you are. I think you liked having that bastard's attention on you.” He said plainly, watching you shake your head to disagree. 

Shane suddenly stood up, setting the rifle down against the side of the chair. He walked over to you, eyeing you up and down again, a cold cruelty shining in his eyes. 

When he reached up and pinched your nipple between his fingering, tweaking and tugging roughly, you cried out, more tears falling down your cheeks. 

“Please— please, I’m sorry!” You tried to say, uselessly kicking your feet again. 

“Yeah? You’re sorry, baby?” He cooed, tilting his head a little as he examined you, watching you nod frantically. When he grabbed a knife from his belt, you froze for the second time, your breath catching in your throat. “I could cut you down.” He said softly, trailing the tip of the knife down your underwear that was stretched along the length of your side. 

“Please…” You whimpered, looking up at him with damp lashes, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

“I could…” He said thoughtfully. Shane looked you up and down once more, taking it all in. “But I won’t.” 

Another broken sob escaped you and he smiled, tucking the knife away. He suddenly slapped your core hard enough to make your body jerk, which made you cry out in pain as the wedgie shifted, digging in deeper. 

For a moment, Lester lets himself indulge in a fantasy. 

A fantasy of a life with you. 

Your apartment is dark, and long shadows stretch across the floor, dragged by the bright streetlights outside. The sheets of your bed shift as you move in your sleep, restless. Lester grins to himself. Perhaps you can sense his presence? That would be logical, since you're Daredevil’s little girlfriend. The mere thought of the vigilante makes Lester scowl, pleasant mood suddenly ripped away. He might be wearing the other man’s suit and pretending to be him, but he doesn’t quite have everything that he wants.  

Bullseye’s had his sights set on you for a while now, ever since he’d spotted you flirting with the horned vigilante known as Daredevil. Now, Lester was a simple man. He loved to destroy Daredevil’s life, and currently, that appeared to be you. The vivid memory of piercing through Electra’s body, leaving her limp and bloody, had crossed his mind. But perhaps there were other ways of destroying someone? The growing erection in his pants certainly agreed, Lester’s hand comes down to rub it as he watches you stir in your sleep. He’d been watching you for a while, not that you’d noticed. He never left anything out of place or did anything to alert you to his voyeurism. Lester practically knew you inside and out, every mark and scar, every element of your routine.

This isn’t even the first time he’s been in your apartment. He can still remember the feel of your silky sheets on his bare skin, the heavy scent of your shampoo which clung to your pillow. Daredevil had no idea what he truly had, and Lester was more than happy to capitalise on that, which is exactly what he thought about while stroking his cock in the middle of your bed, nose buried in your sheets. 

The light glints off your eyes as you awaken, and Bullseye is quick to cross the room, looming at the end of your bed as you sleepily look up at him. The silhouette is familiar, and it’s been days since you’ve seen Daredevil. You can’t help but give the figure a huge smile, relief filling your body as you look up at him.

“Matt?” The name slides off your tongue, feeling foreign. When was the last time you called for him? “I… I’m so glad you’re finally home!” 

The horned figure doesn’t say anything, but you feel the bed dip as he crawls towards you, pulling the sheets off your body as he does. Your cheeks flush as a masked face appears above you, head tilting slightly as you stare. As your mouth opens to call for him once more, but you can’t get a single word out as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. His lips feel rougher than normal, kissing you with a hint of aggression not usually present. As his tongue pushes past your lips and assaults your mouth, iron floods your taste buds. 

It’s not like Matt to initiate anything without patching himself up first, or asking you for permission in that gentle tone of his. Confusion lingers in the back of your mind as two hands grope your chest, finding your pebbled nipples with surprising accuracy. You groan into Matt’s mouth as he twists and squeezes your chest, heat building between your legs. This newfound confidence and ferocity arouses you so much more than Matt’s usual approach to sex. Each breath from your mouth is laboured as your mind races, eager to see where this leads. His lips pull away from yours as he moves to your neck, biting at the skin over your jugular. Stubble scratches at you as he lavishes you with sloppy kisses, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your nails dig into the suit covering his back as you hold back your moans, trying not to wake your neighbours. 

“Ma-“ The man above you slides his knee between your legs, grinding your core against his thick thigh, “Matt!” 

Your normally chatty boyfriend is eerily silent as he continues his assault on your neck, lips stretching into a grin that feels far too wide. Not that you notice, too lost in the sensations spreading from your quickly dampening cunt. Matt rips your sleep-shirt off of you, tearing the thin fabric with ease, and your legs wrap around his hips on reflex. Your fingers start to yank at his suit, unable to take the heated foreplay for any longer. Just as your hand goes to pull that cowl from his face, a large hand wraps around your wrist, slamming it into the mattress. 

“What? Don’t want me to fuck you in the suit, princess?” Your heart drops, blood turning cold. You know that voice. Its familiar low timbre and almost husky tone that is permanently ingrained in your mind. “Thought you might be more comfortable if I looked like your boyfriend, but if you’d rather I take it off…?” 

You stare at the horned ‘hero’ above you. “… Bullseye?” Your voice comes out quietly, barely a whisper. He hears you anyway. 

“In the aching and throbbing flesh,” His teeth flash in the dim moonlight filtering through your window, hips grinding against yours. “You can just yell out ‘Lester’ though, if you’re able to talk while I show you some more good lovin’.” 

Your legs drop from his waist in an instant, every cell in your body focusing on wriggling away from the deadly assassin. Lester’s smile only stretches wider as he watches your futile attempt at escape, eyes trained on your bare breasts as his grip on your wrist turns bruising. He sits back on his hunches as his other hand clasps around your outer thigh, fingers digging into the flesh. 

“Come on… Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Lester’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, “Or do. I like it when they try to fight back.” 

His words send waves of disgust through your body, though as he holds you in place, fear overwhelms any other emotion. As the hand on your thigh starts to yank at your baggy pyjama pants, you start to push at the bulkily framed man leering over you. It’s like punching a wall. Your hand aches as Lester laughs at your pathetic attempt to dissuade him, easily sliding your pants down your restless legs. 

“Mmmm, you’re gonna get me excited if you keep that up.” Judging by the growing bulge in Matt’s suit, Lester isn’t lying- for once. As the soft material passes your ankles, you slam your legs together, muscles shaking with effort as you try to pry your wrist from his grip. 

“Fuck you!” You finally find your voice, spitting as he runs a hand up your leg. Guilt and shame nag at you as the surprisingly gentle movement sends a wave of arousal through your body. It’d been far too long since you’d seen Matt, even longer since you’d taken care of yourself.  

“Yeah- I’m trying!” Lester shakes his head in mock disappointment, muttering under his breath. “Some ladies are just so impatient.” 

Finally, Lester releases your wrist. It hardly matters. Bullseye’s a walking tank of muscle and adamantium, and even with your hands free, you don’t stand much of a chance of getting away. Tears start to build in your eyes as the warm air of your bedroom hits your newly bared skin. Lester whistles as his rough hands force your thighs apart, spreading you so he can see every inch. 

“Shit… If I was Daredevil, I’d never leave this pussy unguarded.” His words only make your heart ache, reminding you of the fact that Matt wasn’t here- maybe he’d abandoned you entirely.  

Lester pins one of your legs to his hip to free up a hand, and in the moonlight, you look in horror as he begins to fumble with the waistband of Matt’s suit. It’s like watching a car crash. It’s almost impossible to pull your eyes away from his crotch as he pulls down the fabric. A long and thick cock frees itself from the confining spandex, and your mouth feels dry as you take in the sight. Lester groans as he rubs the head of his cock against your cunt, finding you warm and wet. 

“Oh? Didn’t realise you were so into this.” Lester drapes his body over yours, pressing a sloppy kiss to your ear, “You’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Maybe Matt isn't taking care of your needs? Don’t worry, Daddy’ll look after you from now on.” 

All you can do is squeeze your hands into fists as he presses into you, knowing that fighting back is pointless. Lester is thicker than Matt. That much is obvious the second his cock penetrates you. The stretch burns, and you try your best not to cry out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurting you. Lester, on the other hand, is as vocal as always. His moans, grunts and curses only make the act feel more indecent, though the pain of his length bullying its way inside of you is a great distraction. 

After what felt like an eternity, Lester's hips are finally flush with yours and your cunt aches with how full it is. You expect him to start fucking you now, relish in your agony, perhaps see how badly he can hurt you without a weapon. You’ve seen what he can do, you know how brutal and downright crazy he is. Lester lifts his body from yours, leaning on his forearm as he looks down at your joined hips. His hand slides from your hip to your lower stomach, and dread fills your body as his thumb starts to rub circles over your clit. The effect is instantaneous. Your pussy relaxes around his length, and you feel your walls sucking him in, trying to work him deeper. 

“Normally, I don’t really care if the bitch enjoys this part,” Lester sounds almost bored above you. “But, I’ll make an exception for you, since you’re so cute.” 

Teeth nibble at your shoulder as his fingers play with the bud with a gentleness that you didn’t know was possible from an assassin for hire. Your pussy squeezes around him as he places feather-light kisses on your neck. Each circle over your clit makes you tremble. The movements are too similar to how you play with yourself. He feels familiar. Then his hips start to move, and you can’t stop the moan which falls from your lips. You aren’t sure any woman could. The assassin that never misses is certainly a fitting title for the man above you. Each thrust of his hips manages to perfectly align with your most sensitive parts, the head of his cock kissing your g-spot as he works you open. Lester starts off slow, letting you feel every inch. 

“You like that, princess?” You can practically hear the smug grin stretch across his face, “From the way you're moaning, I’m guessing you are!” 

He has you pinned beneath him, cock practically assaulting your spongy g-spot as his fingers roll over your clit. This is wrong. Beyond wrong. You’re Matt's girlfriend, yet here you are, at the mercy of Bullseye and 5 seconds away from having the most intense orgasm of your life. You try to pull away, but Lester’s heavy body and strong arms keep you in place, his face stretches into a sickening grin as you struggle. It only makes him fuck you harder, faster, deeper. 

“Fight all you want, Princess.” His lips are at your ear, voice spreading a different kind of warmth through your body. “I’m not stopping till you’ve squirted all over my fucking cock and you’re begging for more.”

Lester’s words are like liquid sex, and you feel shame spread through your body as your pussy tightens around him. The sound of his hips slamming into yours becomes far more moist, the wet slaps echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Each thrust is perfectly aimed at your sweet spot, the pace of his hips rough and hard and perfect. It’s like he’s studied exactly how to fuck you, as if he already knows what you like. Your face feels numb, and your thighs shake violently. The taste of salt floods your mouth as tears drip into your agape jaw. It’s too much. No normal woman could take this amount of pleasure. To make matters worse, Bullseye shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The only evidence that he was even feeling anything was the occasional moan that slipped from his filthy tongue. 

“Oh, come on… How much-” Your orgasm interrupts his impatient words, not that you hear them as you scream. 

Every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire, and Lester fucks you through it, not changing his pace at all as you thrash and cry beneath him. You lose control of your lower half as you cum, muscles loosening as you quiver. Something cool and wet paints your thighs as you moan, and you’re vaguely aware of Lester hissing out a swear above you, pulling out of you completely with haste. Without Lester playing your cunt like an instrument, you’re left to ride the final waves of ecstasy alone, and you’re thankful for the break, finally being able to breathe. 

“Shit, princess- maybe give a guy some warning next time?” Lester’s teasing voice causes you to throw him a look. His hand is wrapped around the base of his length, white-knuckled as he pants like a dog. “Nearly blew my load a bit too early. I still have so much more planned for us.” He shoots you a sleazy grin, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. 

Lester’s eyes haven’t left your worn-out cunt for even a second, but you’re too tired to care. Guilt plagues your thoughts as Lester rambles about what he’s going to do to you. The borderline threats don’t register as you silently sob. Your body had completely betrayed you, as well as Matt. How could you ever look him in the eye again? A small voice in the back of your mind tells you that Matt might never come back anyway. 

“Why the hell are you crying?” Lester’s creepy smile is inches from your face before you can react. The cowl is finally pulled back to reveal his trademark scar and two pale blue eyes. Your eyes trace the rings of the bullseye as Lester continues on, “Come on… It wasn’t that bad, right? Tell you what, we’ll try again- this time, you can be on top.” Lester leans in closer, gently kissing your tear-stained cheeks in a way that makes your chest feel tight. 

“Why?” You manage to get the single word out as his tongue swipes at a fresh tear, and for the first time, he pauses. 

“Isn’t it obvious? Daredevil has to take care of his girlfriend.” He says it like it’s obvious, and you get the eerie feeling that he isn’t joking. 

“You aren’t Daredevil! You’re just a fucking psycho, and I’m not his girlfriend.” You feel Lester’s hands claw at your hips, squeezing until they feel bone, and you regret the outburst. Irritation and anger flash in his eyes for a moment, eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

“Jeez, you due for your period or something, babe?” Lester rolls his eyes dramatically, hands loosening and face shifting back to his usual grin, “Fine… I’ll do all the work, just lay back and stop complaining.” 

You open your mouth to retort, but he’s already grabbing your ankles, pulling them high above your head. Lester folds you in half, and you thrash as your lower body compresses your lungs, legs getting pinned to the headboard behind you. You watch in horror as he lines himself up with your sore cunt, again. Despite gravity aiding in the penetration, he doesn’t slide in as easily as before, your muscles clamping down on his length. It doesn’t stop him. If anything, it only encourages him to press harder, slamming into you with a brutality that’s more fitting of his personality. More tears roll down your cheeks as he starts piledriving you, the sensation far from pleasurable as he assaults your pussy. 

“Gonna cum right here.” Lester points at your lower stomach, finger jabbing into your uterus as he pounds your pussy. “Deep in this cunt of yours, fill you up until you leak all over Matt's bed. Bet you’ll be feeling this for weeks.” His breathing stutters as he yaps, and you can feel him twitch inside of you. 

In this position, and with the cowl pulled back from his face, you get a better look at Lester. He’s not as pretty as Matt, more rugged and sharp, but not in a bad way. His uneven stubble and shaved head only accentuate his bright eyes and scar, and for a moment, you almost want to trace the deep grooves. How did he get it? Was it painful? Your mind burns with questions, and you feel yourself start to disassociate as you watch him assault you. The spandex hugs his frame tighter than Matt's, and you swallow the shame as you ogle his muscles, each thrust causing his abs to contract beneath the fabric. A heat starts to build in your stomach again, each pass of his cock becoming easier to take. 

“I wanna knock you up, would you like that?” While the thought of this sociopath impregnating you should be disturbing, the way his body moves against yours makes your mind hazy. “Oh! I can feel that you do, your pussy’s like a vice grip, princess.” 

Lester’s thrusts become sloppier, his mouth temporarily shutting as he gets closer to his orgasm. Despite it all, you shift your legs to take him deeper, crying out as the pleasure becomes overwhelming once more. The hard pad of his lower stomach presses against your clit as he bottoms out with each rut, the head of his cock bruising your already beaten g-spot. 

“D-Don’t,” You hand grabs at his wrist, nails digging into his skin, “Don’t stop!” The shameful words are received with a moan from Lester, who, to your surprise, doesn’t change a thing as you contract around him for a second time. 

There’s an almost blissful silence as you fall over the edge once more, your second orgasm much gentler than the first. Lester holds his tongue as he feels you squeeze his length, too lost in the sensation of your warm, wet walls to come up with any quips. He doesn’t last as his eyes shift to your face, your parted lips and tear-soaked cheeks drive him wild as he cums. The head of his cock is pressed against your cervix as he shakes, squirting his load deep inside of you, true to his word. Lester really would like to get you pregnant, not just because of how much that would destroy Daredevil, but because when he looks at you, something tugs at his thoughts. A fuzzy feeling which is so different from the norm.