⋆˖ when you accidentally unfollow sae and now everyone thinks the two of you broke up ( ˘𖥦˘;) 🗯️
you and sae had been doing long distance for a while now. with him in spain and you back in japan, most of your days consisted of stolen calls between his training sessions, little updates about your day & sending each other reels whenever one of you couldn’t sleep. which was exactly why the entire misunderstanding felt so absurd.
it happened on a random afternoon.
you’d been lying in bed scrolling through instagram, mindlessly stalking your own profile after posting a new photo. somewhere between checking comments & accidentally opening your following list, your thumb slipped.
unfollow.
you didn’t even notice.
a few minutes later, you tossed your phone onto the mattress and rolled over for what was supposed to be a quick nap. you’d been feeling exhausted after running errands all morning, so you figured a short nap wouldn’t hurt.
meanwhile, on the other side of the world… the internet started speculating the worst.
apparently dating one of the top soccer players in the world meant people monitored your relationship status like it was a full-time job. and within an hour, the screenshots were everywhere.
user12345: DID ITOSHI SAE & HIS LONG-TERM GIRLFRIEND BREAK UP????
itoshino1fan: OMG SAE & Y/N NO LONGER FOLLOW EACH OTHER
saeglazer101: OOOPP TROUBLE IN PARADISE??! 👀 HERE’S MY CHANCEE 😜
gossip & tea pages were already running with the narrative. fan accounts started reposting each other. tiktok edits of your “failed relationship” started flooding everyone’s feed.
and unfortunately for you, the news had travelled all the way to spain.
sae had just finished his morning run when his phone started exploding with notifications from multiple people & journalists. even shidou who he has not spoken to in weeks somehow sent him a screenshot of the news with the caption:
💬: so she finally dumped you? 💀
for a few seconds, he simply stood there with his phone in hand trying to figure out how the internet had somehow came to the conclusion that he’d been dumped. the last thing you’d sent him before he went out for his run was a picture of the lunch you made, so there was absolutely no way you’d broken up with him in the short span of three hours (and without his knowledge too).
still, when he opened instagram & saw that you really weren’t following him anymore… something in his chest dropped.
immediately, he tapped on your contact & started calling you.
the ringing echoed through the speaker until the call eventually ended on its own. no answer. his jaw tightened as he tried again.
beep
the line disconnected, so he tried again.
beep
and again.
beep
by the time the tenth call went unanswered, his text messages had already started flooding your chat.
sae ♡: answer your phone
sae ♡: ???
sae ♡: y/n
sae ♡: i’m serious
sae ♡: we need to talk
sae ♡: hello?
back in japan, however, you were peacefully asleep; completely unaware that half the internet had assumed you’ve broken up with your famous mid-fielder boyfriend, or that said boyfriend was currently having the worst few hours of his life.
—
three hours later when you finally woke up and reached for your phone, your lockscreen lit up with 30 notifications from sae.
20 unanswered texts.
10 missed calls
and approximately 100 notifications from all your social media combined of posts that you were tagged in from strangers on the internet mourning a breakup that never actually happened.
“… what the hell?” you muttered in complete disbelief as you sat upright in bed.
you immediately started calling sae back, and he answered within the first ring. “amor...” the relief in his voice hit you so fast that you nearly forgot why you’d called in the first place.
“sae?” you blinked. “what happened?”
there was a brief pause before he let out a slow exhale. “you unfollowed me.”
“… what?”
“you unfollowed me.”
“no? i was literally asleep.”
“check my profile.”
you stared at your screen before immediately going to his profile. and there it was… that mocking ‘follow back’ button staring back at you, clearly showing that you did in fact unfollow him.
“oh shit…”
“exactly what i said,” he replied flatly.
“i-i’ll fix it, okay? i’ll put up a statement on my story. hold on,” you said quickly.
immediately, you tapped onto your story and typed out a short statement— hoping it would stop the rumors before they spiraled any further.
after posting it, you let out a relieved sigh. you knew people were parasocial when it came to professional soccer players, but you certainly didn’t expect thousands of people to reach the conclusion that you’d broken up over one misplaced tap of your thumb.
“… there.” you murmured, staring at the freshly uploaded story. “crisis averted.”
“mhm.”
his response was immediate, but something about the way he said it made you anxious.
you frowned.
“a-are you still mad?” you asked, fiddling with the corner of your pillowcase.
there was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “i’m not mad.”
“sae.”
“… what?”
“that doesn’t sound very convincing.”
another pause.
then you heard him exhale quietly. “i said i’m not mad, amor.”
“… promise?”
this time, the sigh that left him sounded almost resigned. “yes amor,” he replied, the edge in his voice finally softening.
“i promise.”
only then did some of the tension leave your shoulders. you sank back against your pillows, finally relaxing. “… okay,” you murmured. “that’s good to know.”
somehow the call grew quiet again, but this time it felt comfortable rather than tense. neither of you seemed particularly eager to hang up.
“… i-i miss you, sae.” you finally broke the silence.
for a second, all you could hear was the faint sound of movement from his side of the call before he spoke again, his voice noticeably softer this time. “i miss you too, amor.”
the two of you stayed on the phone for another hour before his schedule eventually caught up with him. he listened to you ramble about your day while simultaneously packing his training bag, occasionally responding with a quiet hum to let you know he was still listening. eventually, you ended up curled beneath your blankets with the call still connected, smiling whenever his voice drifted through the speaker.
. . .
the distance between spain and japan still felt unfair.
but somehow, it was hard to dwell on the miles between you when he still felt so present in your everyday life.
2k followers event, request no 16: Rin Itoshi once lived for football alone, but now his world revolves around two tiny children and the woman he loves. In the quiet moments of family life, he discovers that home is the greatest victory he's ever won.
The house is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning.
Soft sunlight spills through the kitchen windows, painting warm golden patches across the floor while you stand at the sink washing strawberries for breakfast. The world still feels half-asleep, peaceful and slow, the kind of morning that makes you want to stay in pajamas all day.
You don't hear the tiny footsteps at first.What you do feel is a gentle tug on the back of your skirt.
"...Mama?"
Your heart melts instantly.
You turn around to find Aoi standing there in oversized blue pajamas, her hair sticking out in every direction from sleep. Her cheeks are still pink and warm, her eyes heavy and blinking slowly as she rubs one tiny fist against them.
She looks impossibly adorable.
The moment she sees you looking at her, she lifts both arms without hesitation.
A silent request.
You laugh softly and pick her up.
Aoi immediately curls against your chest with a sleepy sigh, burying her face in your neck as if that's where she belongs.
Just like her dad...
A few seconds later another pair of tiny footsteps approaches.
Ren appears around the corner dragging a dinosaur plushie almost as large as himself. Unlike his sister, he isn't sleepy enough to hide his excitement.
The moment he spots you holding Aoi, his entire face lights up.
"Mama!"
The dinosaur is abandoned immediately.
You barely have time to react before he wraps his arms around your leg.
Ren looks exactly like Rin, the same dark hair, the same teal eyes. The same innocent little stare just like his dad.
If someone put a childhood photo of Rin next to his, nobody would question that they were father and son.
Ren presses his cheek against your knee.
"Mama, I had a dream."
"Oh?" you ask. "What happened?"
"There was a dinosaur and it was this big." His tiny arms spread dramatically. "And Papa fought it."
You bite your lip.
"Did Papa win?"
Ren looks offended. "Of course."
You are still laughing when a familiar voice appears from behind you.
"Why are all three of you awake already?"
Rin walks into the kitchen looking like he has only been conscious for approximately thirty seconds. His black shirt is hanging loosely on his frame, his hair is a complete mess and his eyes are narrowed against the morning light.
Then he sees you, the children and something in his expression immediately softens.
It happens every single time.
No matter how exhausted he is, no matter how hard training was, no matter how stressful life gets, one look at his family and all those sharp edges disappear.
"Papa!"
Aoi immediately reaches for him.Rin sighs dramatically.
"You just woke up."
"Carry."
"You have legs."
"Carry."
Rin loses the battle instantly, as usual.
He takes her from your arms despite pretending to complain.
The second she's in his embrace, Aoi grabs both his cheeks and squishes them together.
Rin allows it, without resistance, like a man accepting his fate.
Aoi giggles."Papa pretty."
Rin freezes.
You physically watch his soul leave his body.
Aoi has always had that effect on him. She could probably convince him to hand over his World Cup trophy if she asked nicely enough.
Before he can recover, Ren starts tugging on his shirt.
"Papa, me too."
Rin looks down and then without a word he scoops Ren up with his free arm.
The result is ridiculous.
One child hanging from each side while Rin stands there pretending he isn't completely wrapped around their little fingers.
"Heavy," he mutters.
Ren immediately hugs his neck. "Papa strong."
Rin stares at him and just like that, he's defeated again.
A little later, Rin finds himself standing in the bathroom doorway watching Ren brush his teeth.
Or at least attempt to.
Most of the toothpaste is somehow ending up everywhere except his mouth.
"Ren, that's not how you brush."
"It is."
Rin sighs as he crouches beside him, and instead of scolding him, he gently adjusts the toothbrush in his hand.
"Like this."
Ren watches carefully, his eyes never leave his father's face.
When Rin explains something, Ren listens as though every word is important.
Whether it's brushing teeth, tying shoelaces, kicking a football, or understanding why it's okay to cry when something hurts— Rin never rushes him.
He never mocks him, never tells him to stop feeling things because somewhere deep down, Rin remembers what it felt like to be a little boy carrying emotions too big for himself.
And he refuses to let Ren go through that alone.
A little later, Aoi discovers a different mission entirely. Unfortunately for Rin, that mission is making him do her hair.
"Papa."
"No."
"Please?"
Rin closes his eyes because he already knows he's lost.
Ten minutes later, he's sitting on the couch armed with a brush, three hair ties and with absolutely no idea what he's doing.
Aoi sits patiently in front of him, for approximately seven seconds.
Then she starts talking, turning around, moving, then giggling.
The final hairstyle resembles something created during a natural disaster.
You walk into the living room and stop.
"What happened?"
"I followed the instructions."
"There were instructions?"
"No."
Aoi proudly shows off the disaster on her head. "Papa made me pretty."
Rin immediately looks offended.
You end up fixing it while Aoi chatters happily between you both.
The entire time Rin watches with a look that makes your chest ache.
Because he genuinely tries, every single day.
Not because he's naturally good at these things, not because it comes easily.
But because his children ask for him— and that alone is enough reason.
By night, the house settles into a comfortable quiet.
Ren is asleep across your lap, one arm wrapped around his dinosaur plushie. His dark hair falls across his forehead exactly the way Rin's does.
Aoi is curled against Rin's chest, clutching the edge of his shirt while she sleeps. One tiny hand remains fisted in the fabric as if she's afraid he'll disappear if she lets go.
Rin keeps an arm around her automatically.
You glance toward him, and he is already looking at you.
For a moment neither of you speak.
Then Rin leans closer, close enough that his forehead brushes yours.
His eyes drift toward the children and when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.
"I still can't believe this is my life."
You smile softly.
He watches Ren sleeping peacefully, then Aoi tucked safely against him. The corners of his eyes soften.
"You know..." he murmurs, "when I was younger, I thought football was everything." His hand gently smooths Aoi's hair. "I thought winning would be enough."
You stay quiet.
Because moments like this don't happen often. Rin isn't someone who opens his heart easily. But when he does, every word matters.
"They're everything now."
His gaze lingers on the children.The look on his face is almost overwhelming, filled with pure love and devotion.
The kind that has no conditions attached to it.
"They deserve a good father," Rin lowers his eyes for a second. "and I'm trying."
You reach up and cup his cheek.
The same cheek Aoi squished earlier, the same face your children search for whenever they're scared, excited, proud, or hurt.
"Rin," you say softly, "they already have one."
Something vulnerable flashes through his eyes, gone almost immediately.
But you catch it, the relief, the gratitude, the quiet happiness.
Rin leans forward and presses a kiss against your forehead as his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers, holding tightly.
Later that night, after both children are tucked into bed, Rin pauses in the doorway of their room.
Moonlight filters through the curtains as Ren sleeps curled around his dinosaur plushie and Aoi hugs a doll to her chest, her tiny face completely peaceful.
The sight makes him stand there longer than necessary.
Just watching, memorizing, loving.
His expression softens into something almost painfully tender, something few people ever get to see.
Then, so quietly that only the darkness hears him, he whispers,"If I ever lose my way... remind me I have them." His gaze shifts toward you waiting for him. "And you."
For another moment he simply stands there, taking in the sight of his children sleeping safely.
Then he turns off the light and quietly closes the door.
And as the two of you walk away together through the quiet house, Rin squeezes your fingers just a little tighter than necessary.
Not because he's afraid you'll disappear.
But because sometimes, even now, he still can't believe he was lucky enough to find a life worth holding onto so tightly.
— how they would reach out to you after the breakup :: new gen world 11 edition :: ꒰ m. kaiser, s. itoshi, v. hugo, j. loki, d. lorenzo, b. iglesias.꒱ :: a little ooc. loverboys lowkey. implied f!reader in some characters. a little angsty hehe.
a/n : finally done with my finals yall sorry for disappearing, i was busy and had to take a short break but i'm working on new fics hehe for now have sum bllk crumbs again ><
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘: MINORS DNI!!! creampie, using whipped cream, squirting, cunnilingus, p in v
𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HUGO, btw i posting tomorrow the by part stories
It was Vivian Hugo’s birthday, and you’d spent the whole morning preparing. You make the best éclairs for his birthday—three of them, perfectly glazed, filled with vanilla cream that oozed at the slightest bite. You wrapped them in a small box tied with a ribbon and made your way to his apartment.
He opened the door in a loose t-shirt and joggers, hair slightly messy, expression cool as always. But his eyes softened the moment he saw you.
“Happy birthday, Vivi,” you said, holding out the box.
He took it, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Then he leaned in—not to kiss you properly, but to press his lips gently to your eyelids, one after the other. A butterfly kiss. Soft, teasing, sweet. Then his mouth found yours, slow and warm, tasting of coffee and something darker.
He pulled back, expression nonchalant. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Vivi.”
You walked past him into the living room, settling onto the plush couch. He followed, opening the box and taking out an éclair. He bit into it, the cream spilling slightly.
“So how is the taste?” you asked, watching him.
“It’s good.” He licked a smear of cream from his thumb.
You got closer, sliding across the cushions until your thighs almost touched. You looked up at him, your voice dropping to a whisper.
“Now taste me too.”
His eyes darkened. He set the éclair down, wiping his fingers on a napkin, and then his hand came up to cup your jaw. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours, tasting of vanilla. When he broke away, he was already reaching for the small bottle of whipped cream he’d noticed on the counter—leftover from his own birthday preparations, or maybe fate.
“Stay right there,” he murmured.
He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a can of whipped cream and a small dish of melted chocolate—dark and rich, the kind you dip strawberries in. Your heart raced as you watched him kneel in front of the couch, spreading your thighs apart with firm hands.
He pushed your dress up to your waist, revealing your black lace panties. He tugged them down your legs, tossing them aside. Then he lifted the can, shook it, and sprayed a swirl of whipped cream inside onto your pussy—over your mound, your lips, pooling at your clit.
“Just like an éclair,” he said, voice low. Then he took the dish of chocolate and drizzled a thin, warm line over the cream, mixing them together on your skin.
He leaned in, his breath hot against you. His tongue swept out, slow and deliberate, licking the whipped cream and chocolate from your folds. He groaned at the taste—sweet, salty, you. He lapped at your clit, cleaning every drop, his nose pressing into your mound. Your fingers tangled in his hair, moans spilling from your lips.
“Hugo… oh god…”
He didn’t stop until you were clean, your pussy slick with your own arousal mixed with the remnants of sweetness. Then he stood, unbuckling his pants, pulling out his hard cock. He gave himself a few strokes, then picked up the whipped cream can again.
“Let’s make it even better.”
He sprayed a fresh layer of whipped cream directly onto your cunt, covering your lips and your entrance. Then he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against the cool, sweet cream. He pushed in slow—watching your face, feeling the cream squelch around his shaft as he buried himself to the hilt.
You both gasped. The sensation was surreal—cold cream mixing with your heat, the chocolate still sticky on your thighs, his thick cock filling you completely.
He began to move. Long, deep thrusts, the whipped cream frothing and warming between your bodies. Each drive of his hips pushed the cream deeper into you, mixing with your wetness. He leaned forward, mouth finding yours, tasting his own birthday treat on your tongue.
“Fuck—you feel so good,” he growled against your lips.
His pace quickened. The sound of wet, creamy fucking filled the room. He drove into you hard, the couch creaking beneath you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Hugo—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Squirt for me. Cover my cock.”
His thumb found your clit, rubbing fast circles through the remaining whipped cream. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave—your back arched, your pussy clenched, and you felt the gush of liquid release, hot and powerful, mixing with the whipped cream and his own precum. It splashed onto his thighs, onto the couch, a messy symphony of white and gold.
He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he came—hot ropes of cum pumping into you, mingling with the cream and your squirt. He kept thrusting, riding out both your climaxes, until he finally stilled, breath ragged.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then he pulled out slowly, and you felt the mixture of cum, cream, and your own arousal drip down your inner thigh.
He collapsed beside you on the couch, pulling you into his arms. You were both sticky, breathless, laughing softly.
You turned your head to look at him, your voice still shaky with pleasure. “That was a good idea.”
He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. And you said and greet him “Happy birthday Vivi.”
Telling Sae what you think of him as a brother // fluff, suggestive at the end
“You can be a real asshole, you know that?”
Sae looks at you silently and nods softy, “You have told me that many times. Did I do something to embarrass you?”
“No? You just treat Rin like dirt!”
Sae sighs and you roll your eyes.
You’ve just come home from a (more or less) annual Itoshi-Family-Dinner, leading to the usual tension between everyone, especially between the Brothers of course. It’s always very awkward to join those.
“You have absolutely no reason to treat him like that! He’s a child for gods sake!” you go on, “You’re the big brother, you’re supposed to be on his side and encourage him!”
“Don’t you see how he treats me? He hates me, always insulting and ignoring me.”
“Aww, little baby feels the consequences of his actions!”
Sae rolls his eyes at your mocking tone.
“You’re awful. You know that I have no idea why Rin behaves the way he does. I guess he’s just in his angry Teenage phase.” Sae shrugs innocently.
You scoff, “You can’t seriously think that! You’ve abandoned him! He trusted you and you just stabbed him in his back. And you keep insulting him, I hate that! He’s a good Soccer Player and a very sweet boy.”
“Tch, sounds like you have a crush on him.”
“He’s sixteen, Sae. Please.”
“Whatever. I don’t want to talk about Rin anymore.”
“But I do! Not only do you treat him like shit since you’re sixteen, but you keep doing it!”
“I don’t.”
“You called him lukewarm again. What kind of brother are you??”
“I don’t need you to tell me what an awful person I am! Rin is just weird right now, he’ll get it together sooner or later.”
You sigh softly, “Sae…I didn’t want to insult you. It’s just…Rin loves you so much and you keep being cold to him.”
“I treat him like I treat everyone else.”
“You don’t treat me like that…” you pout softly.
“Correct. Because you’re different.”
Fuck, why can he be so sweet??
“Fuck you…”
“Alright,” a small, teasing smile plays on his lips and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
Maybe one day he’ll listen to you…
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.
n: I wanna tell Sae so bad how bad of a brother he is. Poor Rin, he the purest, kindest person alive.
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vivien hugo believes everyone's destiny is determined with reason, and yet, he finds himself tampering with fate itself just to see you happy.
a/n: squint and the pie is basically a bday cake... childhood crush trope idk man
The class is very clearly excited— and that's to nobody's surprise, it is the long awaited Pie Day today after all!
A day to celebrate the Twelfth Night after Christmas, but more importantly, to the young and elated children, it's a means of acquiring the status of royalty for the day!
Hugo's blank gaze filters around the classroom with mild intrigue, before it naturally lands on you beside him once more, a habit he's developed awhile back and not yet grown out of.
For as long as he can remember, you've always been a sight for sore eyes.
Warm and shining as you smile, dressed in bright colours that make it hard for him to look away even if your radiance is blinding to his eyes.
You're as pretty as a flower, he thinks, definitely prettier though. And Hugo is a lot like a butterfly, drawn to your devastating sweetness in a way he can't explain with logic.
Hugo doesn't remember the last time he found anything quite as pretty as you, there's even a part of him that thinks he'll never see such a wonderful sight again, but he's not really against it, not when he's more than happy to have your laughter occupy all of his thoughts.
Which is why, he's caught off guard when he doesn't hear the sweet sound of your mirth, but rather, the noise of your deafening silence.
Hugo watches you for a good moment, your slice of pie is left both half eaten and half forgotten in front of you as you squirm in your seat with restlessness. Your attention is completely stolen away, and curious to see what's got you so bothered, Hugo follows your gaze, quickly noticing the cause of your distraction.
It's the kids around you, namely the three who have found the little trinkets in their slices. One's showing hers off to those around her with a proud grin, another is in the middle of being crowned the king of the day, and the last one has their hand up high, fève in the other as they wave the teacher over to show them their find.
The fourth and final figure is in his slice, a discovery that has still yet to be told to the teachers, for the thought of being crowned the king of the day has never excited him much.
That's all the figures, Hugo notes without blinking, glancing back at you like natural instinct, yourself far more interesting than anything else this world had to offer.
The act of finding the little trinkets has always believed to be luck or fortune, though Hugo thinks it's the work fate that decides the results. And fate, is something that is never meant to be altered under any circumstances.
But…
But after seeing your painfully gutting expression — lips wobbling and eyes glazing with unleashed tears, the hope in your eyes slowly fading away, only to be replaced with envy as you tried to collect your shaky breath of disappointment — he finds himself doing something he's never done before.
Vivien Hugo goes against his principles.
The act is inconceivable, he can't believe he's doing something like this, but he has to!
You were about to cry!
And the mere thought of it has his stomach lurch, urging him into motion.
He's reaching out for the little figure in his plate before he can think, and discretely, without alerting you, he's placing it onto your plate.
It's yours now, he thinks after a quiet moment, breath caught in his throat as he replays what he's done. He's changed fate— tampered with it! Hugo has gone against his ideology, something he believes in like the gospel, because it is his faith, it is his religion.
Yet, despite its absoluteness, look at what he has done! The boy has done something so terribly wrong! And he's done it all for you— hoping, praying, that you wouldn't cry.
"M-Miss, sniff, I, I found it…!"
The turmoil that is his thoughts come to a sudden pause when he hears you speak. Your voice is soft, it rings like a sweet lullaby, a noise that has bewitched the boy entirely, his soul and his body.
"That's the last one!" The teacher cheers, a paper crown in her hand as she approaches you.
Hugo's gaze is drawn to you once more, and he watches you from the corner of his eyes, his body frozen still as you bop your head, the tufts of your hair bouncing along.
Your earlier sadness is now nowhere to be found, and relief is quick to bloom within him. At least you no longer look like you're about to cry. But the relief is short lived, for what you do next knocks the wind out of him.
You hold the little trinket delicately in your hands, bringing it closer towards you to place a gentle kiss on it — an act of reverence he never would have thought he'd receive form you.
Heat is quick to blossom against his pale cheeks, his eyes growing wide with disbelief as you let out a small titter, one he will most likely play in his mind whenever he has nightmares in the future— because there is nothing quite as pure and comforting as that sound.
The crown is crooked on your head, but it suits you perfectly. And your smile is even more crooked, but it charms him nevertheless. For your happiness is incandescent like that of the sun's, the kind of warmth he's enamoured by.
Hugo can't stop staring at you, he doesn't even blink, fearing that he will miss even a small moment of your radiant beauty otherwise.
"Vivi!
You sing like a hymn as you address him, and he's positive that there are flowers blooming around you when you proudly hold the figure with careful hands. "You have to listen to everything I say now, hehe!"
"Uh, yeah…" He responds to you like a man possessed, guiding your hand with upmost devotion to his pursed lips so he can place a gentle kiss on it. "Yes, your majesty."
You don't even need to be royalty, he thinks, and still, a thousand times over, he will do whatever it is you wish.
Even if it is at the cost of tampering with fate, Hugo has come to the terrifying realisation that he will do it all just to see you smile.
im dead this was supposed to be bday fic but uh... i lwk find those boring to write... thought this idea was cute and had it for a while, its pies which is kind of like cakes? yhhh idekkk
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. i took inspiration after arguing w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae. "You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
you come back to hq after a long mission with your clothes absolutely destroyed, and zanka is not quite sure how to act when he sees so much of your skin for the first time—and not in private, but in front of everyone else! zanka x fem!reader
sometimes, missions go wrong, but you'd learn to push through them regardless! as a cleaner, it was your duty to tough it out. and while you were used to fighting trash beasts and getting a little roughed up by the end of each ordeal, today was a little out of the ordinary, because today's tumultuous walk back towards hq is spent with you having a minor fit of panic
"oh my god riyo, i swear i felt a breeze up my butt! are you sure you can't see it?!" you squeal, quickly turning around for her as she snorts, fingers reaching out to gently graze the bottom curve of your backside as you yelp
"just a little, if anything, it's like a cheeky pair of shorts," she says with a smirk, and you whine in defeat and embarrassment
"these used to be pants! i'm going to have to walk through the entire main entrance in front of everyone to get to my room." you huff, and she offers you a sympathetic smile before gently placing a hand on your shoulder
"i mean, i can see the underside of your breasts too, but as long as you don't jostle around too much, you'll be fine. trust me!" she says encouragingly with a grin, and your shoulders relax a bit as you sigh
"you're sure it's not that bad?"
"i mean... it's nothing like what you normally where. but hey! you don't look bad!" she teases, and you smack her arm with a giggle before you two finally step onto the familiar grounds of hq
zanka has been waiting for you since 1:32 PM exactly. you were supposed to be back by 2, but he wanted to make sure he was here early enough to greet you and sweep you back to his room. tamsy, enjin, rudo, follo, delmon, and a few other cleaners sat at the long table alongside him. while the others ate their lunch chattering noisily, zanka kept his eyes focused on the door.
his back was slightly hunched, a barely noticeable furrow between his brows when the clock hits 2:15 and you had yet to arrive. he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to school his expression into something neutral before enjin calls his name
"what's wrong, loverboy? is your girl late?" enjin snickers, and zanka huffs, hoping no one can hear the twinge of worry in his voice
"a bit. it's fine, i bet she and riyo took the long way back. you know how much those two love talking with each other." he grumbles, chin resting in the palm of his hand with the muscles of his back tense. he's so focused at glaring a hole into the wall minutes later that he doesn't notice the shift in atmosphere around him until he hears tamsy physically choke on his food beside him
zanka peers up, but tamsy's eyes are transfixed onto something else. he follows his line of gaze, and there you are—cleaner's uniform tattered beyond belief and showing so much skin that zanka's surprised he doesn't simply pass away on the spot. his mouth falls open, a chocked sound of utter shock and bafflement escaping his lips as you give him a nervous smile from across the room
"uhh—bad mission! i gotta walk through the main entrance to get to the rooms and change so..."
soft. that's the first word that comes to zanka's mind. soft legs, soft thighs, soft arms, soft tummy—he wants nothing more than to glide his fingers over the skin he hasn't seen before now standing right in front of him. while the two of you kissed and cuddled all the time, you hadn't gone further yet—and you didn't usually wear clothes so—so revealing.
it takes zanka a good five seconds to process your words, but once he does, he's snapping out of his daze
"you—you all better shut your eyes right now! don't you dare look at her!" he shrieks, voice high and cracked around the edges as he leaps from his chair and points an accusatory finger at everyone seated. they must not understand how serious zanka is, because after a moment of confusion passes, zanka's smacking a hand over follo's eyes for still looking at you
"ouch! dude—i was just about to—"
"rudo, you little shit—" zanka starts menacingly, and rudo looks mortified as he quickly pulls his gaze away from you and slaps his hands over his eyes himself. zanka peers around before his gaze lands on enjin
enjin doesn't think he's ever seen zanka's face this red before in his entire life, and the sight pulls such a visceral reaction from him that he doubles over and laughs hard enough to be gasping for air. zanka marches right past him, peering over once more to ensure no one else is looking before he's quickly covering your body with his own and speed walking you towards the exit
"oh, my savior!" you cheer. zanka swallows the lump in his throat, trying to ignore how nice the bare skin of your spine feels now that his hand was resting on it as the two of you rush towards the elevator. once you're both inside, zanka pulls away from you with a tired exhale, and you stare at him before a smile blooms on your face
"thank you, zanka." you giggle, and he peers up, eyes round and blinking slowly before they slowly peer down and assess your form. you don't feel uncomfortable in front of zanka, not even the least bit, so you make no move to cover up yourself anymore.
what you realize in that moment is this: the best part about zanka is that he was an absolute gentleman when it came down to you.
"are you cold?" zanka suddenly blurts, cheeks and ears tinged red as you shake your head no
"okay...okay... let's go to my room, it's closer. you can shower and change into something of mine." he states firmly just as the elevator doors slide open, and you don't waste a second as you sling your arms around his neck in a hug
your fingernails scratch gently at the base of his neck, and you hear his breath hitch when you place a soft kiss against his mouth—one that he positively melts into. zanka's hands hover around your waist hesitantly—the spot he normally holds when he kisses you now bare—before gently settling his hands down anyway and pulling you closer.
"will you help me change?" you murmur against his lips with a mischievous grin, and the look that overcomes zanka's face is nothing short of absolutely priceless.
Michael Kaiser had you on your back, one leg pinned up by his hand, the other shaking with need, your body practically trembling from how long he’d been teasing you. His cock slid between your soaked folds, the tip catching on your swollen clit every time he moved his hips forward; just enough to make you twitch, never enough to satisfy.
You whimpered, your bottom lip bitten red and raw. You couldn't even remember how long he was doing this for—of his cock gliding against you, wet and heavy, never inside, never giving you what you were begging for.
“Please, Kaiser,” you gasped, voice cracking. “Please just—fuck, I can’t—”
He chuckled, dark and smug, dragging his tip down to your entrance where your walls fluttered with emptiness.
“Can’t what, baby?” he cooed, voice thick with mock concern. “Can’t take any more of not being fucked?” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Then maybe you should’ve thought twice before acting like such a fucking brat earlier.”
You whined, trying to roll your hips up, desperate to feel him, to take him—but his grip only tightened on your thigh, holding you down like you weighed nothing.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, amusement dripping from every syllable. “Brats don’t get to call the shots.”
You looked at him, eyes glassy with frustration. “Just the tip, please—I’ll be good—”
He groaned at that, jaw tightening. The second the words left your mouth, you knew you had him. He was obsessed with hearing you break.
“Say it again.”
“Just the tip, Kaiser, please,” you whimpered, voice soft and needy.
“Not Kaiser,” he growled, leaning down until your foreheads touched. His eyes were wild, dark, hungry. “Try again.”
You swallowed hard. Your pride had long since melted.
“Daddy,” you breathed.
That did it.
He pushed forward just enough to stretch you with the head of his cock, and your mouth fell open in a gasp. You clenched around him instinctively, desperate to pull him deeper, but he stilled, cock twitching as your slick walls pulsed around the tip.
His hand slid to your throat, just enough pressure to hold you there, his favorite sight: you, teary-eyed, begging, filled just barely, struggling to behave.
“I could ruin you right now,” he muttered, lips brushing yours. “Split you open on this cock until you’re crying and cockdrunk and begging me to stop.”
“Then do it,” you sobbed, breath hitching as he pulled out and slowly nudged forward again, rubbing circles into your clit with the head. “Please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything—”
“You’ll do everything,” he snapped, pulling back again, still denying you. “Because you’re my little toy, remember? My perfect fuckdoll. My brat.”
You nodded frantically. “I am—I am, daddy, please—”
He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look down where your bodies touched, where his cock glistened with your slick.
“Then shut up and take it like one.”
And just like that, he slammed his hips forward, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. You screamed, hands flying to grip the sheets as he held you down and began to move; deep, punishing thrusts that made your mind go blank.
All that buildup, all that teasing, and now he was fucking you like he owned you.
“Gonna break you,” he growled against your mouth. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”
